AN: Hey again! And thank you again for your reviews! I sat until late at night to write and update this, so I hope you appreciate my work.

Musichetta woke her best friend at 6 o'clock. An hour earlier than usual. Once Éponine got up, she had to put on her new blouse, one of her black jeans and the kitten heels, which she bought at her shopping trip. And once again she underwent a treatment of Musichetta. Pink lipstick, rouge, pink nail polish and rosy eyeshadow. "Perfect!" Musichetta exclaimed.

In the apartment next door, Enjolras's cell phone rang, half an hour later. "Good morning, Baltimore! Every day's like an open door; every night is a fantasy; every sound's like a symphony! " Courfeyrac shrieked into the phone.

"What?"

"Today is Monday! Time to ask Éponine out!"

Enjolras remembered that he had promised Courfeyrac to invite Éponine to the cinema. "Are you awake yet?" Courfeyrac asked.

"Otherwise, I wouldn't talk to you now," murmured Enjolras.

"Hm ... Right again. But are you still lying in bed?"

"Yes."

"You know how to seduce Éponine?"

Enjolras rolled his eyes. "No, I don't know how to seduce her. I only know how to invite her to the cinema."

"On Saturdays, our meetings take place," said Courfeyrac, "until you get it."

"See you at school." Enjolras muttered and hung up.

Musichetta and Éponine left the house earlier than usual. They usually met Enjolras in the corridor when they went to school, but Éponine said she was 'not ready for a conversation with him so early in the morning'. "Is everything okay?" Musichetta asked.

Éponine hesitated. "Maybe I shouldn't talk about it with him now, right?"

"Let him come to you first."

Éponine heard a familiar voice. "Hey, Musichetta! Where's Éponine?" It was Enjolras.

Musichetta pointed to the girl next to her. When Enjolras went to her friend, she left the two alone. "You look good," he said.

"Thank you! You too."

"I wear the same as always."

"I know. You always look good."

Enjolras blushed and looked away. Éponine was thinking about a way to break the silence when Enjolras cleared his throat. "Do you have time today?"

Is he trying to ask me for a date? From the corner of her eye she saw Musichetta nod. "Yes."

"There's just a new movie in the cinema and I do not want to go alone. It's always unpleasant to me when everyone has someone with them and I don't -"

"Fifty Shades of Grey?" Éponine laughed.

"If you want."

"But only if you agree."

"Sure."

"Or what would you have suggested?"

"Nothing."

"When are the showing times?" Éponine asked.

Enjolras took out his mobile. "Today only in the forenoon and at 7:50 pm."

"A bit late, but it's okay."

"Shall I pick you up again in the evening?"

"If you can."

"Of course I can." Enjolras answered. "So I'll pick you up at 7 pm and then we'll drive to Le Grand Rex."

"Are you coming too early again?"

"I'll try to be punctual."

Enjolras and Éponine sought their classroom. "You were shopping, weren't you?" He asked after a while.

"Musichetta forced me."

"I suppose the blouse was expensive?"

"Oh yes, 345 euros!"

"Did she take you to a boutique?"

"Dolce and Gabbana."

"It looks good on you," repeated Enjolras, "is there a special reason why you bought new clothes?"

Éponine didn't know what to say to him. She could not tell him that she (or rather Musichetta) wanted to impress him. "Um ... Musichetta said that ... I need new clothes, because mine don't look good enough."

"I think they're okay."

"Me too, but she said that ... guys love it when girls dress up smartly ..."

"So you just went shopping to impress guys?" Enjolras frowned. He wondered if he was just a good friend for Éponine. Apparently.

"I didn't, but she was right ..." She smirked. "You like it, right?"

"Yes, but that's just my opinion. I don't know how the others like it ..."

"Grantaire liked it too."

"He already saw it?"

"Of course. He was there. We also bought something else. He said that you will like it." Did I just say that?

"And what's that?"

"Um ... a black lace dress."

"Oh" Enjolras was surprised that Éponine had bought something like this. He was curious as to what it looked like.

"'A must-have in the wardrobe of a woman'" Éponine quoted Musichetta. "I hope it really looks good."

"I'm sure."

During the break, Courfeyrac asked Enjolras, "Which movie did you choose?"

"Fifty Shades of Grey."

"Seriously?" He laughed hysterically. "You are the hit!"

"At least we only watch it. You're probably real-life Christian Grey ..."

"Dude, what do you all think of me?!"

"Can we stick to the subject?"

"Okay. Even if it is too seductive to make out in the cinema, please don't let it degenerate into a reflection of the film."

"Courf! We're not even together yet! And why should we have sex in the cinema?!

"That was just an advice."

"Not really helpful ..." Enjolras muttered.

"Oh, and look what I have here!"

Courfeyrac held out his mobile phone to his best friend and showed him a few photos. "What the -!" There were quite a few pictures in which Enjolras and Éponine sat on the couch. Éponine was cuddling with Enjolras and slept. He had put his arm around her and played with her hair. When Enjolras remembered the evening, he had to smile a bit, but he recognized the seriousness of the situation. "W-Who took these pictures?" He asked confused.

"Chetta," answered Courfeyrac, "Grantaire sent them to us."

"And why do I find out about it last of all?"

"Ep doesn't know yet, either."

"Maybe that's better." Enjolras sighed.

"By the way, I sent you the video of you two turtledoves."

A few meters away, Grantaire was talking with his two friends. Suddenly Éponine's cell phone vibrated. A message from Grantaire. It was the picture. "Um ... what is that?"

Grantaire looked puzzled. "What is what?"

"This here."

Grantaire realized that he sent it to Éponine instead of Feuilly. "Shit! Sorry, I wanted to sent it to Feuilly!"

"And that is better?"

Musichetta put her hand on Éponine's shoulder. "'Ponine, we're sorry. Grantaire is not to blame. I took the picture."

"Why?"

"We just found it so sweet as Enjolras put his arm around you and you fell asleep. And how he played with your hair!"

Éponine panicked. "Do they all know?"

Her friends didn't answer. "I suppose that's a yes ..." She whispered. "Has Enjolras already seen it?"

"Yes."

Startled, she turned around. Behind her stood Enjolras. "Can I talk to Éponine for a moment? Alone?"

Musichetta nodded. Enjolras took Éponine into the auditorium, which normally wasn't very busy at that time. "Listen, Éponine. Let me explain it."

"Did you know about it?"

"I have just found out about it myself. Courfeyrac showed it to me. And by the way, Jehan let the barkeeper film our performance last week.

"He filmed it? Did you see the video?

"Yes."

"But they cannot really use it against us."

"Er ... no. He sent it to me. Do you want to see it?"

Éponine shrugged. Enjolras showed her the video. At some scenes Éponine smiled as she remembered. "Did we really do that?" She asked, shocked.

"Apparently."

"I can't remember the fact that we sang it this way, or rather enacted it."

"Neither do I! That's why I was so surprised when I saw it."

"To get back to the picture again" Éponine laughed briefly. "You didn't tell me when you brought me to bed."

"I did this completely unconsciously! I didn't notice it. "

"I didn't plan to fall asleep on the sofa. And I'm sorry you had to carry me. You shouldn't have done that. "

"Musichetta said the couch is too uncomfortable."

"Hopefully this will not be a habit that I always fall asleep when we watch movies. Imagine, I fall asleep in the cinema!"

"I'd take you home anyway."

"But I don't think Fifty Shades of Grey is so boring that I fall asleep."

"I don't think so."

"I hope the movie is as good as the book."

"You read the book?" Enjolras asked amazed.

"Yes. It's all ... er ... very detailed. But Jamie Dornan looks better than Christian in the book."

"How are your siblings?" Enjolras asked, changing the subject.

"Gavroche and Azelma are on holiday with a friend in Italy for a month."

"And how is it there?"

"Beautiful! 'Zelma sent me photos of Rome and Milan. They are in Rome for a week, in Milan, in Verona and in Venice. Unfortunately I have school and couldn't go with them. But maybe it will work in the next holidays." Éponine sighed. "Have you ever been to Italy?"

"Once when I was 6 years old, but I want to go back."

"Will you take me with you?" Éponine looked at him pleadingly.

Enjolras smiled. "Why not?"

Éponine hugged him tightly. "I have never been outside of France."

"Then it's about time!" Enjolras stood up and held out his hand to Éponine. "Lessons begin in two minutes. Let's go!"

Éponine pulled Enjolras by the hand behind her. They ran through the corridors until they arrived at the classroom in time for the lesson. "That was close!" Éponine breathed.

"Mademoiselle Thénardier, Monsieur Enjolras, you are too late!" The French teacher Madame Bonnet commented.

Enjolras looked at the clock. "No. It's just 9:44 and the lesson starts in a minute."

"Anyway. Sit down."

Éponine and Enjolras went to their seats. "We have stopped at the literature," announced Madame Bonnet. "Now it is time for you to write your own poem."

"Which topic?" Marius asked excitedly. Writing poems for Cosette was his hobby.

"You can choose, but the text should be meaningful."

"Do we have to write it now?" Combeferre wanted to know.

"You have three days. On Thursday, you can present them in front of the class. "

"I can't do anything like that." Éponine murmured.

"Then we're already two," said Enjolras.

Marius told Courfeyrac about his ideas for the poem. Then he raised his hand. "Madame Bonnet, I will write a poem that is exactly tuned to my girlfriend!"

"Perfect! Then you can recite it on Thursday. "

Marius nodded, grinning dumbly. Enjolras leaned over to Éponine. "Ass-kisser," he whispered.

Éponine had to laugh aloud. "What is so funny, Mademoiselle?" The teacher asked.

"Nothing. I just had to think about something funny. "

"Hm"

When the lesson was over, they all complained that they had to write a poem. "What do we need it for?" Bahorel grumbled.

"What do you all have against it?" Jehan asked. "I wish we could do this more often."

Grantaire grinned. "Jehan, my dear. Would you be so kind to help us with it? "

"But she'll notice if all poems are the same."

"No matter."

Enjolras shook his head in amusement. Everyone always tried to copy the homework from someone else. "I'll try to write it myself."

"I'm curious how your poem will be," Éponine said.

"Me too."