A Little Halloween Party

BANG, BANG. That was the noise Eponine's head made with Le Café Musain's table. She was bored out of her mind! All of Les Amis had gathered together planning to do something for Halloween, and nothing was really coming to them.

Marius jumped, "We'll have a party at my place! Everything has recently been remodeled, and what better way to bust it in than a Halloween party?!"

"Marius! That's actually smart!" Courfeyrac teased.

"I'm not stupid," Marius grumbled. He crossed his arms.

"But you have been drifting off lately. Dreaming of someone, dear Marius?" Eponine teased. She ran her fingers across his shoulder.

"I like the way you tease, Eponine," Marius said.

"Oh! But Marius? Has a lady occupied your mind? Or maybe he's down with the flu!" Joly panicked.

Marius blushed madly. "She's just a girl who sometimes hangs with us. That's all."

Eponine smirked. "Marius, this party of yours, may I invite a friend? She's very sweet. Cosette?"

He looked down, smiling to himself. "That would be wonderful Eponine."

Everyone looked at each other, suspicions correct. Eponine mouthed, I got this. Everyone else nodded.

She got up, "Well, I'll see you all at the party. Invite other people too, Marius! Don't forget to dress up."

(Marius's House)

Eponine, Musichetta, and Cosette stood in front of the modern, yet woodsy house. It looked elegant, but not in a bragging kind of way. The bottom of the house was stone, the middle was painted yellow, and the gray shingles on the roof complemented the stone. All in all, Eponine was impressed, especially with the size. For such an extravagant house, it wasn't too large. It seemed to hold just the right amount of rooms.

Before the girls walked up to the door, Eponine looked at Cosette. "'Sette, don't be shy around Marius, okay? You can do this!"

Cosette laughed, "Alright, mom."

Eponine nodded, then she rang the doorbell. Before the chime could even finish, Marius appeared at the door. He was dressed as a bourgeoisie from the 1800's, waistcoat and everything.

"You ladies are looking swell tonight!" Marius complemented them, but he kept his eye on Cosette. "C'mon in. Cosette, you look stunning right now. Not that you don't always look stunning, I- I- You look-"

Eponine and Musichetta shook their heads, walking past him. "She gets the point Marius. You look at her a lot and think she's pretty," Musichetta called out.

"She does look cute in that outfit, though. Maybe Cosette should always dress up as Alice from Alice in Wonderland," Musichetta told Eponine. Eponine nodded, laughing.

While Cosette was dressed as Alice, Musichetta had dressed up as Merida from brave. Apparently last year she was Ariel. Eponine herself was dressed up like a newsboy. She decided to dress up like one in honor of Newsies, the Broadway show, which had closed. She wore a faded blue blouse, some torn beige trousers, and black boots. Her messenger bag was filled with about three newspapers, and her old newsboy cap. She hadn't worn the cap since she was in sixth grade, which was the perfect way to tell a certain someone about her past.

She made her way to the kitchen, where Courfeyrac, Combeferre, and Enjolras were. Picking up a couple of chips and a soda, Musichetta left her, heading over to Joly and Bossuet, her boyfriends. Eponine caught sight of the boys. Courfeyrac was a power ranger, Combeferre dressed as a nerd, and Enjolras was dressed as a revolutionary. One hot, angelic revolutionary. His curls were in disarray, his face was challenging. He wore a white shirt, loose, black cravat, black pants, and the French flag tied on to his waist. To top it off, he wore a vest that looked like fancy, golden ribs on red fabric.

"Hay gurl, haaaay," Courfeyrac sang as Eponine appeared. She burst out laughing. Combeferre stood there with a crooked smile, and Enjolras was emotionless as ever. At least, that's what he tried to display. Inside, his stomach was lurching, his heart was increasing in speed, and his palms were getting sweaty.

He wouldn't admit it, but Eponine had been causing this reaction to him ever since they grew close. She was amazing to him! Everything he wanted in a girl. It was almost too good to be true, and it probably was. The problem was, he hoped he didn't like her just because she was like her. He didn't want to take advantage of Eponine. He didn't want to date her just because she reminded him of her. Not that he wanted to date her…

And that costume was not helping his judgment about her. She looked like a gamine from the 1700s-1800s. A baggy shirt, long khaki pants, and a large jacket covered her frame. She looked like an older version of her. If only Eponine wore a news boy cap, then he would lose it. Those girls and their similarity to each other! He could barely contain his frustration.

"Hey guys," Eponine replied after calming down. "The nights still young, so let's party like there's no tomorrow!"

"Eponine," Enjolras called, "I don't mean to burst your bubble, but there is still tomorrow, and I would like to be alive to see it."

"I'm not a crazy partier. Really, Enjolras, loosen up. Try to have some sort of fun."

"He has fun re-writing the United States' constitution, that's for sure," teased Courfeyrac.

"Guys, you've got it all wrong," Combeferre started, "He likes stamp collecting!"

They all laughed, except Enjolras who was red with embarrassment. "I do NOT go stamp collecting!" He shouted. Then hissed to Combeferre, "Don't you DARE tell them any more of my secrets!"

Courfeyrac stopped all of a sudden, and started whistling. "Who's that lady? Sexy lady… Hubba hubba! And look, she's dressed as a nerd too! Combeferre, my friend, come with me!" He took Combeferre's hand, dragging him toward the girl, and they got lost in the crowd. Eponine and Enjolras were left together.

"So…" Eponine dragged out. "How's life?"

He scrunched his eyebrows together, "What?"

"How's life?" Eponine shouted.

"'Ow's knife?'" Enjolras repeated, "What does that mean?"

"Oh my god," Eponine shook her head. Out of impatience, she took his large hand and pulled him through the throng of people. She didn't see his tomato face and stiff muscles. Eponine dragged him to a pair of doors and out into the porch.

The cold air hit them, but in a nice way. Eponine let go of his hand, mesmerized by the view the porch gave them. Deep inside, there was a feeling of disappointment in her stomach when she realized her hand was not holding his, and the she realized she had held his hand and panicked a bit.

"It's nice, isn't it?" Enjolras asked, now next to her.

"Beautiful," Eponine breathed out. A small forest of trees and flowers stood in front of her. Once in a while, she'd see a doe or rabbit run by. Behind the array of trees were hills was a road, the lights looking like moving fireflies and stars.

"I like living in a small, quiet city," Enjolras thought aloud, "But big, bustling cities have always appealed to me for some reason."

"Big cities? Really? I thought you liked to keep as little human interaction as you can!" Eponine teased.

"I'm not that antisocial. There's an air in the city that makes it feel like things are actually getting done. I just really like that."

"Wow, I was just teasing, and then you made it all personal. You made it sound so perfect."

He laughed. "The city isn't as perfect as I made it sound."

"Don't assume that I haven't been in a city! Hell, I lived there for half my life!"

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah! But before, I lived in this quaint little town. I enjoyed the place very much."

"Where'd you live?"

She turned to him, smiling shyly, "Here."

"What? I've never… Nobody has ever run into you-"

"All of you have. You all know me, but don't."

"Eponine that's not possible."

"It is. Who do you think I am, Enjolras?"

"Eponine."

"No, who do you really think I am? What's my name? What am I like?"

"You're Eponine Goodman. You're a smart, caring girl, sassy at times, but caring."

"I'm also someone else. A double life, I dare say."

"What do you mean? Is this what it feels like to be lost? Seriously, you're talking-" She pressed a finger to his lips.

Excited that finally she could be herself, and finally be able to live in perfect harmony, she took out her cap. Sliding it on, she proclaimed, "My name is Eponine Thenardier. You know me from sixth grade. We were classmates, the best of friends, and something more."

Enjolras stood there, eyes wide, mouth open, and a confusing facial expression. He was angry, relieved, sad, joyful, and all at once. Anger was powerful though, and it controlled his next actions.

(Back inside)

Grantaire was chatting it up with Jehan. They were pairing the young students up when suddenly the porch doors flew open. In came Eponine, tears streaming down her face and a hand held up to her cheek. She sped past all the worried and confused glances and straight out the door. He looked back to the porch area and saw Enjolras with his fists clenched, back to the door, but he could tell he was breathing hard.

Shit, she told him. And he wasn't happy. They were screwed.

A/N: Hey! Sorry this chapter was soooo delayed. It was hard to write. I know, excuses, excuses. Sorry for any grammar mistakes. Hope you enjoyed! Please favorite, review, or follow. Thanks!

-Franky