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Chapter 10: Heaven's Embrace
The day finally came for Eponine to be discharged from the hospital. The sun looked down from its sentinel post in the sky while the wind brought a cold edge to the day. Every Amis and Cosette waited in a huge group outside the front door of the hospital holding signs, flowers, and gifts for their crushed flower. Feuilly and Madeleine held up a huge banner that both art students had painted and designed to read Welcome Back, 'Ponine! Inside the tall medical center, the doctor was giving Eponine one last check up. Per usual, Enjolras was right next to her throughout the process.

"Well, Ms. Eponine you are free to go! I'll see you in three weeks to check on your ribs and stitches." The pair of teens thanked the man, who was glad to finally have that weird group of teens out if his hair. I mean seriously, they came in with no clothes on. Eponine and Enjolras walked to the elevator with Eponine being supported and helped around by Enjolras. The pair made it to the metal elevator at the end of the long hall and rode down in silence, with Eponine holding tight to Enjolras' arm; he didn't mind at all.
When they got to the ground floor and the doors slid open, the golden boy turned to his friend.
"Ready?" A look was accompanied by,
"To get outta this white hell? Yeah." It was understandable that the girl hated hospitals. To her, they were dreary places where you go to die; they symbolized a sad existence. They only happy thing that came from hospitals was a baby, but that didn't always work out.
"I have your room set up, but it needs to be decorated. Maybe when you get better we can paint it and jazz it up a bit." This prospect brought a trill of excitement to the healing girl's heart. Eponine, what is the matter with you, she chided herself. Enjolras was her best friend, nothing more, nothing less.
"That would be awesome! We should also do your room; it lacks personality...Enjolras?" The blond boy looked down, acknowledging his name.

"Thank you. Thank you for everything!" Even though they were in the middle of the lobby, Eponine wrapped her bony arms around his firm torso. A benign smile softened the marble as the statue drew the delicate girl into his chest. A moment of pure bliss encompassed the pair, making hearts quicken. Enjolras almost started to panic. What was wrong with him? But as soon as Eponine pulled away, his heart returned to normal.
"Time to go face our friends!" The girl's cheerful trill glued the smile that was about to slid off of the marble statue. The pair hobbled out of the sliding glass doors into the waiting arms of their friends.
"'Ponine!" was the collective cry of happiness from the Amis. The rag tag group surround their flower like a a swarm of bees, buzzing with excitement. Hands and arms vied for a chance to hug the roughed up flower.
"Party!" shouted the usually drunk Grantaire. Eponine and Enjolras exchanged a glance saying, what the hell. It was a celebration for Eponine, and besides, it was about time to do something fun.
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Once again, the group congregated at Grantaire's house( his parents were always out of town). Eponine and Enjolras were the last to arrive again because they chose to stop off at his- their house, so Eponine could get some other clothes on besides her nightgown. Enjolras showed her to her room. It was simple but beautiful to the girl who had lived in nothing but dirty old apartments full of criminals, drowning in sorrow and pain.

"Oh Enjolras!" The furniture set consisted of a bed, desk, and dresser, all white. In the dresser were some basics in the clothes department, all the clothes Enjolras had stored up. The ecstatic girl rounded on her friend and encircled him in her arms.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" A small chuckled was elicited from the lips of the golden boy.

"No problem. You deserve this. Now hurry up and change. The others are waiting for you." Enjolras waited in the kitchen for his friend to get dressed. It seemed like ages to him, but it was worth it when she came out. Eponine was in the long sleeved purple dress that she never gave back to Grantaire and a pair of black tights Cosette gave to Enjolras to add to his new room mate's wardrobe.

"You look stunning Eponine!" A blush was painted on her cheeks at this comment.

"Thanks. Now let's go!" The pair were walking up to the door when they heard a crash from inside. Enjolras peered through the french doors as Marius came flying down the hallway and into a room across from the front door. Both on the outside exchanged a glance before doubling over in laughter. What did Marius do this time?

'Chetta and Joly ran down the hall obviously searching for Marius. Cosette drifted behind them, then noticed the pair cracking up just beyond the threshold.

"Oh, hello! Did you see Marius?" was the greeting as the best friends were let in the house. Wordlessly, their fingers pointed to the door Marius cowered behind. Joly ripped open the door, looking murderous.

"Hi?" Marius offered weakly. All the hypochondriac did was pull the coward to his feet and shove him out the door, the slammed the french doors violently.

"You don't want to know," 'Chetta assured, then turned to Joly, whispering calming, sweet words in his ear. Eponine and Enjolras both had a hard time keeping straight faces as Marius pounded on the door. Even Cosette took no mercy on the boy. What did he do?

The little group drifted to the kitchen in which all the Amis were gathered. Applause started up the second Eponine walked through the door. Smiles were passed around, shared by all. They group ate and talked late into the night, forgetting all about Marius until Eponine asked what he had done this time.

"Shit! We left him locked out!" Combeferre ran tot the door and opened it for a shivering Marius. Hot chocolate was put in his hand and a blanket around his shoulders. Each Amis found a way to avoid Eponine's question of what had got Marius locked out, which bothered Enjolras slightly. It must have been something about Eponine. That boy.

"Who wants to play Spin the Bottle?" Only Enjolras scoffed with,

"What are we, twelve?" But the golden boy sucked it up because Eponine was fine with playing.

"Okay, so I'll start, and it is like Truth or Dare. We take turns spinning." Grantaire spun the bottle on the table they were all seated around. It spun round and round and round until it landed on Bahorel. Laughter crashed like a tsunami. The alcohol lover shrugged and shove his pair of whiskey tasting lips onto Bahorel. The unlucky boy was blushing madly. He gave the bottle a halfhearted spin, and it landed on Grantaire.

"Shit." This circle went on for five more kisses until the bottle landed on Cosette. The sweet girl blanched at the thought of kissing Grantaire but puckered up anyways. Marius had to take several breaths to avoid knocking Grantaire's lights out. Cosette landed on Feuilly who landed on Madeleine.

"Lucky bastard," muttered Marius. Madeleine landed on 'Chetta, which was awkward. 'Chetta had to kiss Bossuet; he in turn had to kiss Enjolras.

"Wait!" Eponine knew what was on the golden boy's mind as he seemed mildly upset. Bossuet paused inches from Enjolras' lips. His blue eyes warned her to stay silent, but she wouldn't let him go through with that. The Amis all looked at her.

"Enjolras hasn't had his first kiss." The Amis all went slack jawed. The marble statue blushed deep burgundy color. "So it should be at least be by a girl." And with that the bold girl planted a light but warm kiss on the puzzled boy's lips. Shock overwhelmed his being, but soon it registered he liked it. He liked being kissed by Eponine! She pulled away all to soon for him, blushing a bit, but he was positive he was worse.

"There. Now we can proceed." After that, the game lost all meaning and the Amis broke into small groups to talk. The girls went over to discuss about hair, makeup, and boys. Eponine mostly just listened, not wanting to be asked anything. But across the room, Enjolras was being interrogated by Courfeyrac and Jehan.

"So how was kissing Eponine?" The blond boy sighed a bit.

"It was...unexpectedly warm, like kissing fire or heaven. It was...nice." Courfeyrac and Jehan exchanged glances of glee.

"You like Eponine!" Both boys chorused as if they had been practicing, which was probably true.

"No I don't!"

"Yes you do! You said her kiss was nice!"

"Let me remind you that I have never been kissed before in my life! I have nothing to compare it to!" The interrogators stroked their imaginary beards.

"True, but you still like her."

"No I don't!" At this point Enjolras was getting frustrated. He didn't like Eponine! Not like that! At least, he thought so. Courfeyrac and Jehan backed off.

"Fine, fine, but seriously. I would get a move on." Courfeyrac sauntered off, smirking as he went. Jehan put a hand on Enjolras' shoulder.

"He's right. Eponine is beautiful, but you aren't the only one who has noticed." And that thought was what disturbed Enjolras for the rest of the night. Unless he was thinking about Eponine's soft lips on his. Then he was in heaven's embrace.