Author's Note: I have good and bad news. On the bright side, this story now has more than 4000 views! Thank you all! Sadly, I currently have a really shoddy internet connection, so updates will be less frequent. I don't know when my internet connection will be be fixed, but here's hoping it will be soon.

Disclaimer: I have watched and listened to Les Mis so many times that I probably know the story better than Victor Hugo. The book will be arriving from the library soon. So excited!

~Éponine~

"Enjolras, wait!" I screamed again.

He had no intention of slowing down or stopping. Since he was faster and in far better shape than I, he should have escaped my pursuit, but no one knows the streets better than Éponine Thénardier. I took a short cut and stood in an alley waiting for him. A couple seconds later, he turned the corner and almost ran straight into me. When he saw me, he tried to turn around and run the other way, but I grabbed his arm.

"Please, Enjolras, just hear me out," I pleaded.

After all that had transpired between us, seeing him with red-rimmed eyes should not have surprised me, but it did. I still couldn't imagine the fearless revolutionary leader crying over a girl, especially me. The sight of his sorrow hurt me so much more than anything father had ever done.

He gave me a wary glance and crossed him arms in front of his chest. "I'm listening," he said in a monotone. His lack of emotion was even more painful than his sorrow had been.

"About what happened with Marius-" I began, but he interrupted me.

"You've gotten what you've always wanted," he said. "I-I'm happy for you."

"ENJOLRAS, LISTEN TO ME FOR A MINUTE, WILL YOU?" I shouted, annoyed by his stubbornness. "That was absolutely nothing!"

"HOW THE HELL CAN YOU SAY THAT?" he shouted back, his face turning as red as the jacket he was wearing. "YOU'VE ONLY BEEN FAWNING OVER HIM THE ENTIRE TIME I'VE KNOWN YOU!" His face took on a more normal hue and a look of the deepest grief crossed his face. "How am I supposed to compete with that?" he whispered. "Especially after you ran away from me."

I calmed down. Apparently he was as insecure as I. "Enjolras, he kissed me, not the other way around," I informed him. "I didn't even kiss him back."

He looked shocked. Shocked and confused. "Why not?"

I sighed. Are all men so oblivious? I wondered. "Because," I closed the gap between us, "I wanted to be kissing you." With that, I kissed him.

Our third kiss was even more passionate and wonderful than the other two combined. I snaked my arms around his neck and his arms wrapped around my waist. He was holding me as if he feared I would still run back to Marius if he let go for even a second.

"Well, I did not see that coming," he chuckled when we stopped kissing.

"Shut up and kiss me," I said simply. He complied happily. After more kissing, he finally spoke again.

"Shouldn't we be getting back to the others?" he asked.

I sighed. "If we have to..."

~Enjolras~

"Oh, by the way," Éponine said, nonchalantly, "I love you."

I felt like I was floating ten feet off the ground. "Éponine Thénardier, I can't tell you how long I've wanted to hear you say that," I said, grinning from ear to ear. She smiled back at me.

We walked hand in hand back to Marius's apartment. When we walked through the door, we were met with relieved expressions from Joly and Sylvie. Marius just looked embarrassed.

"Well, it's about time!" Joly exclaimed. Éponine and I blushed.

Sylvie ran up to us and embraced Éponine. The older woman whispered something to her that I couldn't hear, but made Éponine blush even more. I looked at her quizzically. "Later," she mouthed. I nodded.

Author's Note: So, do you forgive me now? Please review!