Eponine jerked awake to the sound of knocking on her door. She glanced at her phone since she hadn't bothered to find her alarm clock in all her boxes, and saw it was 5:30. She stumbled to the door in a dazed confusion, and jerked it open to find Enjolras looking like hell. He had dark bags under his eyes that gave the impression that he was much older than he was. He smiled at her sheepishly, and uncomfortably offered her a tray of coffee and a bag that smelt like heaven.
"Enjolras…" Eponine sighed. "It's five thirty in the morning.."
Enjolras looked even more uncomfortable, if that was even possible. "I thought you were a morning person…"
"Yea. That means I wake up at like, eight on the weekends. Not five."
"I'm sorry. For showing up here so early. And especially for yesterday. I acted like an ass." Eponine smiled at him, but he was staring at the ground. She found it endearing how well he could speak to a group, but one on one, he was practically hopeless. "I said things that weren't true, and yea, I did act like I had some right to you, when I don't. And I never should have laid a hand on you. Ever."
"Thank you for that." She replied fidgeting. She was suddenly super aware of the fact she was only wearing an oversized tee shirt. They stood there for a few moments, the air filled with tension.
"Enjolras, what on earth did you do to yourself? You look terrible."
"Last night I decided getting up at five in the morning would be a good to show you how sorry I am…"
She laughed. "That's it? It seriously looks like you are on the verge of death. Come inside and have a nap or something."
"Nah I'm fine. I've already had a cup of coffee. There's no way I'm falling asleep again."
"Does this mean I can recruit you for some more painting?"
"I'm yours to command, m'lady."
They didn't do much painting that day. Or any actually. They drank the coffee and ate the pastries Enjolras had brought a decided on watching a movie. It was a musical. Enjolras was starting to understand Eponine's obsession with them. She claimed this one to be her favorite, but fell asleep half way through it, meaning Enjolras could stop pretending he didn't really like it. It was endlessly fascinating to him. About how miserable everyone lives were, yet one man overcame all the crap he was put through without becoming bitter. There were multiple side stories, about prostitutes and rebellions and the government being assholes. Enjolras was just beginning to really fall in love it, until like, everyone died.
"Eponine!"
She jumped awake, looking slightly ashamed she had fallen asleep in the first place. Enjolras realized that probably wasn't the nicest way to wake her, but he carried on anyway.
"They all died?!"
"What? Who? Who died?"
He gestured dramatically to the rolling credits on the TV and she laughed loudly.
"Wasn't it fantastic?"
"Um. No. it wasn't. Not at all. What the hell was that? Why did only the hot girl and the whiny guy survive?"
She just continued to laugh and went to go make more coffee. "Do you want to start my kitchen?"
"No. I want to die."
"We could always watch a happier movie? I have this one-"
"No! You don't get to pick the movies anymore."
They spent the rest of the day watching movie after movie, and remained up until well after midnight, despite their early morning. Enjolras feel asleep before Eponine did, curled up on one corner of the couch, and she toyed with the idea of going back to her own bed, until the image of falling asleep beside him, with his arms wrapped around her jumped into her mind. She blushed at the thought. She instead decided to remain on the opposite end of the couch, and fell into blissful nothingness, with only their legs intertwined in the middle.
Note: Yep. That was Eponine and Enjolras watching Les Miserables. I don't know why i did that, but I thought It would be funny. Also, before anyone says anything, I personally don't feel Marius is "Whiny" But seriously, Enjolras definitely would/does, etc.