AN: Here I am again! I have good news for you! Now I'm writing my chapters originally in English, so I don't have to translate everything. The reason is: I feel like there aren't any German Enjonine shippers (or only one or two who don't always review), so I decided to only publish my stories on FFN from now on.

On their way home, Musichetta asked: "Do you already have an idea for your poem?"

Éponine shook her head. "Not at all."

"I think I'll just copy a few passages of songs. Madame Bonnet won't know the songs," Musichetta said. "What did you and Enjolras talk about this morning?"

"He invited me to the cinema." Éponine answered.

"Which movie?"

Éponine blushed. "50 Shades Darker..."

"Oh, daring choice! Why this movie?! Who suggested it?

"I just thought loud, okay? He agreed, but I really do not care which movie we see, as long as Enjolras is with me."

"I've always told you that your loud thinking will be your doom." Musichetta commented. "I don't know if that's a typical movie for a cinema date..."

Éponine shrugged. "Hopefully it will not be our only date."

"I keep my fingers crossed for you!"

Enjolras, meanwhile, worried about it alone. He stayed at school for a while, because he had to talk to a teacher anyway. After that was settled, he sneaked through the school and thought about his date.

Will everything go well tonight? Hopefully nothing awkward will happen. Remember: don't go like a bull on a gate! Probably, I am just an ordinary friend for her anyway. I don't have a clear confirmation that she loves me. Perhaps I should rather give up... She will never be completely over Marius.

When he was sitting in his car, he scrolled through photos of him and Éponine on his mobile phone. But she wasn't really angry at me because of the photos and the video. Why is she suddenly acting so different? Why does she embrace me more often and longer than usual? What does all this mean?

In his flat, he searched through his wardrobe and decided for a red hoodie, which he pulled over his shirt. Then he went to the bathroom and combed his unruly curls (although it didn't help much, because later they would look wild again). Now I am quite ready.

Suddenly his phone rang. "Hey, Enjolras!"

It was Éponine.

"I just thought, perhaps we should watch another movie tonight. You didn't seem very delighted and I believe that isn't the best movie for a date."

"Okay, which movie would you like to see?"

"Now you tell me what you want to watch."

"How about 'Rings'?"

"I haven't heard of it. What's that?"

"I don't know if you'll like it... It's a horror movie."

"Oh, no problem. I watch every kind of movies."

"Good. The time is the same."

"See you later, alligator!"

"See you."

Next door, Grantaire paid a visit to his friends. He and Musichetta gave Éponine a few last-minute tips. "Well... Cinema is not really the hit for the first date," said Grantaire. "But try to talk before or after the movie."

"What should we talk about?" Éponine asked. "We already know each other."

"No idea. I haven't had any dates yet," said Grantaire.

"But most importantly, stay calm. I know everyone is always nervous before dates, but it gets better with time." Musichetta advised her. "And one of you must tell the other that he wants a second date. Let him call you. Then you know if he's interested in you. "

"I hope there will be a second date," said Éponine in a trembling voice. "What if something unpleasant happens? And I don't know yet if he loves me too."

"You'll notice it."

"You should change your clothes for the cinema. The seats are often dirty." Grantaire murmured.

"Enjoy your date! That will be your first chance to impress him."

"Which movie are you going to see?" Grantaire asked.

"50 Shades," answered Musichetta.

"Really?!" Grantaire shrieked.

"No, I called him half an hour ago. We'll watch a horror movie. 'Rings' or what the title was..." Éponine corrected her.

Musichetta frowned. "Are you sure if that's a much better choice?"

"Enjolras chose it. But it'll be okay."

"Well, if you say that..."

"When is he going to pick you up?" Musichetta asked.

"At 7 pm, but I think he's coming too soon again."

Grantaire looked at the clock. 6:50 pm. "Does it matter to you when we're away for a short time? We have something to discuss. In the meantime, you can change. "

„O-okay"

In the hallway, they encountered Enjolras who was on his way to Éponine. "Hello, Enj!"

"Hi, I have to pick up Éponine, so if I may..."

"Not so fast! We have something to discuss with you." Grantaire said.

"Do you promise us that you won't break Éponine's heart?" Musichetta asked.

"Why should I break her heart?"

"You boys are all the same."

"But I'm not." Enjolras protested.

"That's what they all say." Grantaire shook his head.

"I know your ploy. First you make the girl hopes, then you try to get her into your bed and then you drop her."

"I swear I'm not like that."

"Prove it!"

"Listen, I really love her and I promise you both that I will not treat her like the guys you spoke of, Musichetta."

Musichetta looked at him sceptically. "But if you don't keep your promise..."

"I'll keep it, believe me."

"We'll see. Have fun, you two!"

They cleared the way to the door and let him in the apartment. "There you are," exclaimed Éponine. "You're too late."

"It's five to seven."

"You're too late for your circumstances." Éponine walked towards the door. "Can we go?"

She tried to hide her nervousness, but didn't succeed always. Otherwise she could relax with Enjolras; but now she became more nervous in his presence. Stay calm, Éponine.

At the entrance of the cinema, Enjolras said, "I pay."

"You don't have to. I also have a little money." Éponine protested.

"I invited you, so I pay."

Éponine clinged on his arm. "Enjolras, you're a gentleman!"

Éponine was at first overwhelmed by the ostentatious cinema hall. That is why it's such a popular cinema...

"I hope you won't die a shock because of the movie!" Enjolras worried.

"I'm hard to scare."

Enjolras smirked. "Well then..."

The two sat in a double seat. Éponine has planned this so that she could pursue her old habit while watching movies with Enjolras.

At the beginning of the movie, Éponine was confident that she won't be scared of it. But as the movie went on, she began to hide her face in Enjolras's shoulder. "Enjolras?" She looked up to him.

"What is it?" He asked softly.

Before she could answer, there was a jump scare which really shocked Éponine. "W-What was that?" She breathed, burying her face in his shoulder.

Enjolras rubbed her back. "Everything is okay, 'Ponine. I'm here."

Then he kissed her forehead and hugged her tightly. Éponine felt more secure now. Wait, did he just give me a kiss? Let's see how it evolves ... No, don't make yourself hopes! You already know this from Marius.

And in the end they found themselves in the same position as then: Éponine was cuddled on Enjolras's shoulder; Enjolras has put his arm around her again. But this time she did not fall asleep. She looked very scared.

"Let's go home, 'Ponine." Enjolras whispered. "It's just a movie. This video in it doesn't actually exist. It is just a story the directors made up."

"I'm such a cry baby." Éponine said.

"No, that's completely normal."

"But you were not afraid!"

"Yes, I was a bit afraid. But I watch those movies more often and I'm used to it," answered Enjolras. "Besides, we boys can't show our emotions, or else we're called a wimp."

"No matter what you do, you'll never be a wimp," said Éponine.

"In your eyes perhaps..."

She stopped in front of the cinema. Enjolras couldn't see her facial expression in the dark. "The evening air is quite cold, don't you think?" Éponine murmured.

Of course, she was cold - after all, she was wearing a top. Enjolras took off his hoodie and handed it to her. "You can pull it over."

"Really?" Éponine frowned. "You're only wearing a T-shirt either."

"There are worse things."

Éponine hesitantly accepted the hoodie. "Thank you." She stood on tiptoes and gave Enjolras a peck on the cheek. Enjolras was surprised, but did not shrink back. He didn't want to ruin the moment.

"I like to go out at night," Éponine said after a few minutes. She sounded melancholic. "When Grantaire and I are in a really bad mood, we go through all the pubs in the city and get drunk until we fall asleep at the counter and we can't remember anything the next day."

Enjolras looked at her in shock. "Éponine" He took her hand. "Are you serious?"

"Sure."

"Are you aware of what might happen to you? Ever heard of 'coma'?" His piercing blue eyes were fixed on her.

Tears came into Éponine's eyes. "Obviously you've never been so desperate!" She barked.

She let go of his hand, but Enjolras replied, "Yes, I was. And more specifically, I am still. "

Éponine was confused. "How do you mean that?"

Should I tell her? Surely she was so desperate because of Marius. Now I can't tell her that I'm in love with her. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. "No matter."

She noticed how sad he looked and put her hand on his cheek. "You can tell me everything."

"I know." But Enjolras didn't want to tell her yet. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

Éponine knew exactly that he wasn't doing well, but she did not contradict him. Perhaps it's something private and he doesn't want to talk about it.

In the car she leaned against the window. "Is everything okay?" Enjolras asked.

"Yea, I'm just tired."

"No wonder. It's already quarter to ten."

When he stopped in the parking lot, Éponine was asleep. "'Ponine, wake up. We are there."

"Already?"

"You can sleep in your bed in a few minutes, but just go in with me."

Well, her apartment was on the fourth floor. Éponine dragged herself up the stairs with her last strength. "Good night, 'Jolras." She whispered.

"Good night, 'Ponine. Sleep well. And take care of yourself. I'm worried about you."

Éponine looked up. "You ... are worried about me?"

"Of course. I don't want something to happen to you in any way."

Éponine almost cried and embraced him. "You are the first one to tell me this. But if I'm really desperate, I will still go out for a drink with Grantaire."

Enjolras raised her head so she looked at him. "But please don't drink too much. The last place I want to see you in is the hospital."

Éponine nodded. He cupped her face and brought it closer to his, both ready to kiss the other. Suddenly, an apartment door opened and the two moved back. There was a moment of silence until Enjolras cleared his throat. "Bonne nuit, 'Ponine."

"Bonne nuit."