First, over 4,000 words! My friends in the real world -I have actual friends?- told me that I should write longer chapters. So here ya go!
Hey guys, I'm back! I'm sorry that it took so long to update, but this is a really long chapter, so I think that makes up for it. Anyway, this chapter is different than the rest because it has two viewpoints, Enjolras and Eponine's but the second person's POV won't be continuing on from the other, it will be like the same story but from different people's POVs. Warning: They don't make much sense with you only read one, but it makes a lot more sense if you read them both.
*Since this is an extra long chapter, I'm going to reply to all reviews on the next chapter and I might reply to reviews more often*
Anyway, without any more babbling, I give you… THE DANCE CHAPTER!
~Enjolras' POV~
"I can't wait until the dance tonight!" Galinda squeaks as we sit at a table eating lunch. None of my friends like Galinda, but they put up with her somehow. "I've bought the prettiest dress and my friends are going to give me a makeover! I'm so excited, aren't you?" she asks me, batting her eyelashes.
"Uh… yes," I reply, ending my sentence as if it were a question.
"Goody!" she squeals, kissing me on the cheek. I look over at Eponine, who is on her phone texting somebody. She hasn't looked up from her phone since she sat down.
I elbow Grantaire and nod my head in Eponine's direction. Grantaire gets the message and asks Eponine what the hell she's doing.
"Mind your own fucking business you nosey bastard," Eponine snaps back angrily.
Grantaire widens his eyes at the usually cheery girl's grumpiness. "Calm down Eppy," he says cautiously.
"Don't tell me what to do," Eponine replies calmly without looking up from her phone.
"So," Grantaire says, changing the subject, "Linda, Enjy, are you both excited for the dance tonight?"
"Totally!" Galinda exclaims, snuggling up next to me.
"Yeah…" I say slowly, glaring at Grantaire, although Galinda doesn't even notice.
"We should all go as a group!" Grantaire exclaims with fake excitement.
Galinda frowns slightly and gives me a pleading look. I ignore her.
"Sure," she eventually answers, sighing exasperatedly.
"Good."
There's a loud knock on the front door by who I'm guessing is Grantaire, Courfeyrac and Feuilly who agreed to give me a lift to the dance.
I glance at my reflection in the mirror for a quick second. My mother made a huge fuss over me and how I look for the dance as she thinks that it's important.
I quickly walk downstairs to see a flustered Aaron arguing with a grinning Grantaire. "Ah, Enjolras," Grantaire says, waving his arm at me, "it took you long enough, I never knew getting pretty took quite so long." He then erupted into laughter.
"You have the stupidest friends," Aaron says, pushing past me and walking into one of our living rooms.
"I also have the stupidest brother," I tell Grantaire, following him out of the house and locking the front door, keeping Aaron locked in while my parents are out on a date.
Grantaire grins at me and leads me over to Feuilly's old cheap car. "Ah, he has finally arrived," Courfeyrac announces, laughing merrily, causing me and Feuilly to roll our eyes at him.
"So Feuilly is driving, that means that the rest of us can pre-drink," Grantaire announces, bringing out a packet of beer cans, "I doubt they'll serve alcohol at a school dance."
"I also doubt that they would tolerate drunk people there," I tell him, snatching the packet of beer cans from him.
"Don't be such a buzz kill Enjy," Grantaire moans.
"It's better than the teachers kicking us out for being drunk," Feuilly points out as he drives us to the dance.
"They have a point for once," Courfeyrac admits.
"Fine," Grantaire sighs.
"We're here," Courfeyrac announces with a smirk.
"No kidding," I reply sarcastically.
"Let's just go in," Feuilly sighs, getting out of the car. The rest of us get out of the car and follow him into the school.
We all walk into the assembly hall and the dance isn't what I had anticipated at all, it looks… fun. The first thing that I notice is that there are no teachers –that seems odd, but great- and I notice how crowed it is here and to my surprise I notice how many obviously drunk people there are here.
"I told you Enjy!" Grantaire exclaims, "I told you that people would be wasted!"
"Keep your voice down Taire," Feuilly scolds.
"And don't call me Enjy," I add.
Grantaire sighs dramatically, "nothing to add Courf?" he asks, turning to face the resident flirt only to find that he's not there. He gives another dramatic sigh. "Let's just go find our friends. And Galinda."
"Yeah, especially Comb and Ponine," I say, "Galinda, not so much."
"But Galinda is your girlfriend dude, what would she think of you ditching her to hang out with Ferre's girl," I hear Lesgle's voice say. "What would Ferre think?"
"What are you talking about?" Courfeyrac asks with a certain emotion in his voice that I can't identify.
"Oh yes, Ferre and Eppy are dating now," Lesgle smirks.
"How?" I ask quickly.
"Well, she looks super hot tonight, like even hotter than usual," Lesgle says, smirking at something. "And Ferre told her."
"That doesn't sound like something Combeferre would say," I point out.
"Yeah, but he loves her and stuff. And really, who could blame him?" Lesgle laughs, "anyway, Ponine told him the same and kissed him on the lips. Then Combeferre kissed her again and now they're dating."
"But…" I stammer, "but she doesn't love him."
Lesgle lets out a bark of laughter that I'm guessing is because of how pathetic I am right now. "Well maybe you don't know her as well as you thought you did. Why do you care anyway?"
"Because she's one of my best friends," I reply after a pause, "where is everybody else?"
"I'm not sure," Lesgle says, "but you stay here in case they come and I'll go and look for them." There's something about the way he says it that makes it seem suspicious, but I agree nonetheless.
I stay standing here when Eponine runs into me.
"Hi," I say, chuckling slightly.
"Hey," she replies, smiling widely at me.
"You look really nice," I say, noticing how beautiful she really looks. Her hair is neatly brushed and slightly curled, she's wearing the jade green dress that she chose to impress Marius, gold high heels and she's wearing some makeup.
"Why thank you," she says mockingly, giving me a mock curtsy, "you don't look too bad yourself, pretty boy," she smirks.
"Why thank you, Mademoiselle," I thank, giving her a mock bow, "may I have this dance, my lady?" I ask.
She puts a hand to her chest in mock surprise. "But you belong to another," she says, "and as do I, it appears," she adds, not knowing that I already know about her and Ferre.
"And who would that be?" I ask, not wanting her to find out that I've been told about her and Combeferre.
"I'll give you a clue," she whispers, "your best friend."
"Ferre," I states, "I thought you loved Marius."
"I do," she replies, "but he and Cosette love each other and even if by some miracle Marius did like me, I could never do that to Cosette, she's like the sweetest person ever."
"Eponine Thenardier, I will never understand you," I state in a joking tone, but don't smile at her.
"And that's the way I like it," she replies, grinning widely at me and walking away somewhere.
"Why were you talking to her?" I hear a voice behind me ask and I can't help wincing.
"Because she's my friend," I tell Galinda angrily.
"Well I'm your girlfriend and you haven't talked to me all night! The dance is almost over now," she whines.
"Well my friend Courfeyrac is throwing an after party since this dance ends so early, you could go to that I guess," I reply.
"Yay!" she exclaims, "do you think I look pretty?" she asks, batting her eyelashes annoyingly.
I actually look at her properly for the first time tonight. Her blonde hair is straightened, she's wearing blue eye shadow to bring out the blue in her eyes, she's wearing deep red lipstick, a red strapless dress with white polka dots on it.
"Yeah, sure," I really, thinking back to how much prettier Eponine looked.
"Thank you babe! I'll see you at the party! –I'll get my friends to text me the address, they're bound to know!" she exclaims happily, skipping away happily.
~Eponine's POV~
I carefully grab my dress and high heels for the dance and put them in my gold bag. I then quickly climb out my bedroom window. Once out of my house, I see Cosette's red Ferrari –but seriously, what seventeen year old girl is allowed a Ferrari?-
"Hey Eppy!" Cosette greets happily, grinning from ear to ear, "Chetta's coming to my house to get ready too."
"Kay Sette," I reply, getting into the front seat of the car.
"Hey dad! Me and Eponine are here," Cosette calls.
"Oh good," I hear a male voice who I am guessing is Cosette's father says, "your friend Mus-i-che-tta is here."
I hear bell-like laughter at his attempt to say Musichetta's name.
"Okay," Cosette replies, leading me to her living room where her father and Musichetta are sitting on the sofa. "Come on Musichetta," Cosette says, grabbing Musichetta's wrist and dragging her upstairs to her room with me following closely behind.
"Let's get in our dresses first," Musichetta suggests.
Cosette agrees and sends us all into different rooms. I go into the bathroom and quickly change into the jade green dress and gold peep toe high heels. I fold my other clothes up and put them into my gold bag then walk out of the bathroom and knock on Cosette's door.
"You done?"
"Yeah."
She opens the door and I walk into her room, Musichetta's there too. "I didn't take that long, did I?"
"Not really," Musichetta says, "me and Sette are just quicker."
Cosette is wearing a shell pink strapless dress that ends just above her knees and has silver sequences on the top of it. She's also wearing silver peep toe high heels that are almost identical to mine except for the colour.
Musichetta is wearing a dark blue dress that also ends just above her knees and has silver sequences across the end of the top part. She's also wearing the same silver peep toe high heels as Cosette.
They both look far more beautiful than me.
"That's a very nice dress Ponine," Musichetta comments with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "any guy that you're trying to impress?"
I blush feverishly and am tempted to lie, but something about that look she gives me makes me feel like I can't lie to her. "Well there is this one guy…" I admit, trailing off and facing the ground, avoiding eye contact with the pretty red-head.
"He'll love you Ponine," she assures, not asking me who it is which I'm grateful for.
"No he won't," I say, finally facing her.
"Why wouldn't he? You're funny, kind and beautiful," Cosette says, looking genuinely confused.
"I'm not beautiful," I object, "especially compared to you two."
Cosette and Musichetta exchange a look. "Of course you're beautiful Eponine, but have you ever heard of makeup?" Musichetta asks, taking a giant makeup case from Cosette. "Makeover time Eppy."
After about 10 minutes of persuasion and both Cosette and Musichetta getting makeovers from me and the other one, they finally convince me to let them both give me a makeover.
"Finished," Cosette announces after what feels like an eternity.
"Look, guys, I appreciate your effort, I really do. But I just don't think that you're going to get me to look pretty, I'm sorry but…" I'm stopped by Cosette grabbing my shoulders and turning my body around to face Cosette's mirror.
The girl in the mirror isn't me, it can't be me. She's beautiful and I'm definitely not. The girl has full pink lips, warm chocolate brown eyes with jade green eye shadow to match my dress and smooth silky dark brown hair that has been curled slightly so now appears like a flowing river.
"That can't be me…" I say, beyond shocked at my new appearance.
"It is though," Musichetta giggles, "and you're hot."
"Just stay away from Joly and Marius, they're ours, but your mystery crush, you can have," Cosette laughs, not knowing the irony of what she just said.
I laugh nervously. "Of course."
"So you guys ready to go?" Musichetta asks.
"Yep," I answer, "Joly will be waiting for you."
Musichetta laughs her bell like laugh and we all go to Cosette's car and she begins to drive us to the dance.
"We're here!" Cosette squeaks excitedly.
"We're here…" I repeat, cringing when I realise how nervous I sound.
"I wish you would tell us who you like," Musichetta sighs, "but it doesn't matter, because he's going to love you and we'll all know when you two start to date!"
"I doubt that will happen," I mutter under my breath, but luckily she doesn't seem to notice.
"Come on then guys," Cosette instructs, smiling and dragging me and Musichetta into the school and into the assembly hall.
It's mad in there. It's beyond crowded, there's loud music, surprisingly no teachers and some obviously drunk people. "This doesn't look like a dance that the school would hold," I whisper nervously, darting my head around the room frantically, making sure that Montparnasse isn't here. I doubt that he would come to a school dance though, it doesn't seem like the type of thing that he would go to.
"Don't be such a buzz kill Eppy," Musichetta scolds, "it'll be fun."
"If you say so," I agree hesitantly.
"Now let's go find the guys," Musichetta says.
"If you say so," I repeat, this time with a much more cheery tone of voice.
We walk around for a while, occasionally pushing past people who won't move and eventually find Combeferre, Lesgle, Bahorel, Joly and Jean.
"Heyya Joly," Musichetta says with a teasingly seductive voice that I can't help but snigger at, then burst out laughing at the deep shade of red that Joly's cheeks turn.
"H… hi Chetta," Joly greets shyly.
"Go any redder and I swear you will burst," I tease jokingly, "I still can't believe that you actually plucked up the courage to ask Chetta out, Jol."
"Jol?" he questions, his redness finally fading.
"It's your new nickname!" I beam.
"You really do love nicknames, Eppy," Joly teases.
"Don't. Call. Me. Eppy," I practically growl, filled with rage at the annoying nickname.
"You look hot, Ponine," Combeferre comments, staring at me intently and changing the subject. Probably just trying to get me to stop being angry.
"You don't look so bad yourself Ferre," I reply, kissing him full on the lips and then smirking at the enraptured expression on his face.
"That was my first kiss, you know," he whispers to me nervously.
I laugh at first, thinking that it's a joke. "Wait… you aren't kidding?" I ask eventually.
"Nope…" he replies.
"I'm sorry…" I apologize, "I didn't mean to…" I stop talking when his lips press against mine.
At first, I am too shocked to respond, but I then return the kiss, not wanting to hurt him.
Combeferre pulls away quite quickly, beaming happily at me. "I was always too nervous to tell you that I like you," he admits sheepishly.
I think of Cosette, who is dating Marius and Musichetta, who is dating Joly. Even Enjolras the 'Marble Statue' has a girlfriend. And Ferre is a good guy…
"Me too," I lie. I then notice everybody else staring at Combeferre and I with eyes as wide as saucers.
"So that's who you like!" Musichetta exclaims.
"Yeah," I chuckle and Combeferre gives a nervous smile.
Combeferre is Enjolras' closest friend, something about that seems awkward, although I'm not really sure why.
I see Lesgle walk away somewhere but I don't bother mentioning it, he can do what he wants.
"Where's Marius?" Cosette asks. I was wondering when that was coming. But where is he?
"I don't know," I hear a familiar voice say and two large clumsy hands cover Cosette's eyes, I also see the top of a head which belongs to someone with tousled mousey brown hair. "But I was just wondering that myself."
Cosette lets out a perfect giggle and I let out a snort of laughter. This is exactly why Marius loves her, not me.
"You look beauty Mon Cheri," Marius complements, removing his hands from Cosette's eyes.
"As do you mon poète parfait," Cosette says in a perfect French accent.
"Uh…" Marius runs a hand through his hair adorably, "I'm not very good at French," he mutters turning an adorable shade of pink much like the colour he turned the day we first met. "You look beautiful by the way Eponine," he adds, giving me a charming smile.
I giggle like a love-sick fourteen year old who knows nothing about life and turn deep red. I've always hated that about myself, when I'm embarrassed at all I turn a deep, ugly red instead of a cute pink like most people.
Cosette and Marius continue to flirt when I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn around to see a nervous looking Combeferre. "Should we go find everybody else?" he asks. I nod and follow him, pushing past people.
Unfortunately, one of the people that I push past is Montparnasse.
"What do you think you're doing, you stupid—" he begins to say, but stops when he turns around and sees me. Combeferre stops walking and gives me a worried glance. "Ah, Eponine. I was wondering when you would show up," he says, grinning. "But who's this?" he asks, noticing Combeferre standing closely to me.
"This is Combeferre, what's it to you Parnasse?" I say, not wanting him to know that I'm pretty much dating Combeferre now.
"What kind of a name is Combeferre?" he scoffs.
"What kind of a name is Parnasse?" Combeferre mocks.
"It's a nickname. You know, couples like to give each other nicknames. I'm Montparnasse, so Parnasse. Eponine is Ep," Montparnasse replies smoothly.
"We're not a couple Parnasse, I told you that," I practically growl at him.
"What? Are you two a couple?" he asks, laughing manically.
His question is greeted with silence.
"Don't hurt him," I say after Montparnasse gives him a murderous glare, finally putting the pieces together.
"Oh I'll do more than that," he announces, stepping toward Combeferre.
I shut my eyes tightly until I hear a fist connect with a jaw and a frustrated cry of agony. I open my eyes quickly and see Montparnasse sitting on the ground, cradling his jaw with his hand.
"Ferre…" I say and he turns to face me, wiping the triumphant grin from his face and pouting like a six year old getting told off by his mother. "You're brilliant!" I suddenly exclaim, giving him a tight hug and whisper "I'll explain it later," into his ear.
"You're brilliant," Montparnasse mocks, "you are simply pathetic. Now get away from my girl," he orders, standing up and roughly grabbing me by the wrist and pushing Combeferre onto the ground. He drags me out of the room and down the corridors until we're out of the school.
"What do you want?" I ask angrily.
"You, Ep," he breaths into my ear.
"Get away!" I screech as he attempts to run his hand up the skirt of my dress.
"Come on Ep," he begs and I can smell the alcohol on his breath.
"No, get away," I hiss, kneeing him in the balls and running back into the school as fast as I possibly can. I'm tall and have long legs so I'm naturally fast and usually get enough practice with running, so I can just about outrun Parnasse.
I run into the assembly hall again and accidentally bump into Enjolras.
"Hi," he says, chuckling.
"Hey," I give him my best smile.
"You look really nice…" he says, sounding extremely nervous.
"Why thank you," I say, giving him a mock curtsy, "you don't look too bad yourself, pretty boy," I tease.
"Why thank you, Mademoiselle," he says, giving me a mock bow, "may I have this dance, my lady?" he asks, his bright blue eyes gleaming with hope.
I put a hand to my chest in mock surprise. "But you belong to another," I say, "and as do I, it appears," I add, remembering that he doesn't know about me and Combeferre.
"And who would that be?" he asks.
"I'll give you a clue," I whisper, "your best friend."
"Ferre," he states, "I thought you loved Marius."
"I do," I reply, "but he and Cosette love each other and even if by some miracle Marius did like me, I could never do that to Cosette, she's like the sweetest person ever."
"Eponine Thenardier, I will never understand you," he states in a joking tone, but doesn't offer any smiles.
"And that's the way I like it," I reply, grinning at him and then walking off to look for Combeferre.
A/N
Cosette: I love this chapter so much!
Me: Thanks Sette!
Cosette: You're welcome Skittlez!
Courfeyrac: Since when are you two friends?
Cosette: Because I'm not really Cosette… *Pulls off mask*
Me: Meet Sparklesbuddy!
Sparklesbuddy: Heyyyy guys!
Enjolras: What kind of a name is Sparklesbuddy?
Sparklesbuddy: A better name than Enjolras! *Clicks fingers*
Enjolras: *Sniffles* My mother gave me that name.
Me: Sparkles, no being mean to Enjy. Enjy, no being mean to my new fanfiction buddy!
Enjolras: Fanfiction buddy? You mean she's gonna be at the barricade all the time now?
Me: No, but she asked to visit the barricade.
Enjolras: So will there be any more visitors?
Me: Probably not, but if anyone asks I'll let them. Why?
Enjolras: *Blushes* I may have a crush on one of our readers.
Me: You have a crush? And our readers?
Sparklesbuddy: It's me, isn't it?
Enjolras: It's not just YOUR story, it's time that the readers know where you get your ideas from… -It's me, guys.- Cause I'm a great writer. And NO Sparklesbuddy. NO!
Me: Shut it Enjy! They don't need to know that.
Enjolras: They really do.
Combeferre: And from me!
Enjolras: Yeah… sadly…
Me: ANYWAY, some dude called 'heyitsmarvin' is reposting my stories –including this one- and saying that he wrote them. Please look him up and help me to stop him. Well, I hope you liked this chapter and hopefully I'll be able to update soon.
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