Oh hey, y'all! I'm back! Before I get started, I need you all to vote on a homecoming theme! Yay! Here are your choices:

1. A Hero's Homecoming

2. A Night in Paris

3. Italian Serenade.

4. Jungle Allure

5. Legends of Camelot

6. Written in the Stars

Also, vote for homecoming king and queen on my profile!

Enjolras was woken abruptly the next morning by a loud banging on the door of the suite. He stretched and searched around for his clothes. Once he made himself decent, he got up and opened the door. Rosie woke up moments later, wrapped up in a sheet. She held the cloth close to her and walked toward the door, only to scurry away quickly.

Her brother, Andrew, had been the person knocking.

"Where's my sister?" Andrew asked in a concerned tone. Enjolras shrugged.

"I don't know."

Andrew glared at him. "See, I know you're lying. I saw her! ROSIE!" He shouted. Rosie timidly stepped out, now wearing underwear and Enjolras' white undershirt. Andrew stared at her for moment. "What in the WORLD are you WEARING!" Rosie looked at him sheepishly, and wanted to explain, but Andrew wouldn't give her any time to.

"Rosie, you've been with him since SATURDAY! Do you honestly think that people won't talk? They'll call you so many things; a whore, slut, tra-"

"Stop it, Andrew!" Rosie yelled. "No one's going to call me that! I'm not Katie!"

Enjolras listened as Andrew continued to yell at Rosie, internally cringing as he called her stupid, a disgrace, a slut... He knew that Rosie was none of those things, but that was what made it so painful. But the pain for her turned into anger toward Andrew, and he pulled Andrew's shirt, making him face him.

"Listen," Enjolras stated. "You may be her older brother, but you can't talk to her like that. She doesn't deserve it."

"You know what I think?" Andrew hissed. "I think you should mind your own business, pretty boy." Enjolras began to argue with him, but Andrew was bigger and wasn't going to listen. He punched Enjolras square in the jaw and he staggered backwards, holding his jaw.

"Son of a-"

"ANDREW!" Rosie finally shrieked. "WHAT THE HELL?" She quickly turned to Enjolras, gently touching his face, trying to look at the bruise forming quickly along his jawline. "I'll go get some ice..."

Andrew grabbed her arm and told her outright that she was going home.

"No, I'm not."

And she walked straight past Andrew, going to get ice for Enjolras' jaw. When she returned, her brother had left. Rosie didn't care though, and quickly wrapped the ice up in a washcloth, taking it to Enjolras. He held it tenderly to his jaw.

"Thanks." He mumbled.

"No problem," she said. "Did he say anything else?" Enjolras shook his head. Rosie felt relieved, and got up to shower.

A half hour later, the two teenagers were walking down The Magnificient Mile, Rosie eating strawberry gelato while stealing spoonfuls of Enjolras' chocolate ice cream.

"Hey!" Enjolras exclaimed. "Eat your own!"

"But I like chocolate..." Rosie pouted. Enjolras rolled his eyes.

Rosie's face dropped quickly, though. She knew Andrew would tell her parents and she couldn't face them. She just couldn't. Enjolras would be fine, guys are always held at a different standard, they always have been. She didn't need to fret over him.

"I don't want to go home..." She whispered softly, just loud enough for Enjolras to hear. He put an arm around her shoulders, looking at Rosie curiously. She let out a soft sigh. "Andrew's going to tell my parents. I just know it. I can't face them, Enjolras. I can't... I can't..." They both stopped and Enjolras placed his hands comfortingly on her shoulders.

"Rosie... I can help you." He told her. "If you want, you can stay with me-"

"Yes... Because your parents want me to stay in their house." She grumbled. Enjolras smiled slightly and wrapped his arms around her.

"Or we could just never go home..." He murmured into her ear. Rosie scoffed.

"Yes, great idea. Let's run immediately away to Canada and get you into the lumber business. Fantastic."

"Canada?" Enjolras questioned. "Really?"

"No, moron! I was being sarcastic! We could never run away!"

"And why not!" Enjolras argued. "We're smart, resourceful, I have money... Tell me how it wouldn't work."

"One, we don't know where we're going," Rosie began. "Two, if we DID know where we were going, we wouldn't have anywhere to stay. And three, we wouldn't be able to go to school and we still need to graduate."

"But other than that, why wouldn't we go?" Enjolras inquired.

"People talk, Enjolras."

She continued down the sidewalk as Enjolras trailed after her. He eventually reached her and grabbed her arm. She turned to face him, an evident look rage on her face.

"You don't think I know that?" He asked her. "I know very well that people talk!"

"You obviously don't, seeing as you think we can just run away and everything will be alright." She took a deep breath. "I would love to run away with you, don't get me wrong, but the place I want to go is way too far away."

"Tell me."

"Paris." Rosie said.

Enjolras stared at her. "So I'm the unrealistic one, while you want to run away to Paris? Jesus, Rosie, if you think people talk here, can you imagine what wealthy foriegners, or, I guess, natives, would think of two teenagers living together just out of high school!"

"I know, I know... It was stupid. Just forget about it, okay?" Rosie let out a soft sniff, and began to walk. Enjolras quickly devised a plan.

"You know," he called after her. "They'd probably take it better if we were..." Rosie turned to glance at him and he trailed off. "If we were... If we..."

"You've got my attention now; spit it out, Enjolras." She stated impatiently.

"If we were married..." Enjolras finished shyly. He was almost ashamed of himself for talking that way. He NEVER talked about love, romance, or marriage. This was a new level for him.

Rosie's heart flip-flopped inside her chest. Married? Them? She couldn't see it. But... If Enjolras could, it had to be plausible, she figured.

But just as quickly as he had said that thought, he blew it off. Rosie walked alongside him, her shoulders curved defeatedly, and they sunk even lower as they passed Cartier Inc., watching as a young woman who couldn't be much older than herself walk out with her fiancé, a gorgeous ring on her finger. Enjolras caught this and steered her away, only to pass Tiffany & Co. Rosie let out a broken moan of sadness.

"Really..?" She mumbled into his shoulder. He sighed.

"I'm sorry."

"I still haven't solved my problem with my parents."

"Let's go discuss it over lunch, Rose." Enjolras decided, and the two went into a small diner to talk.

Aww! Awkward Enjolras is awkward! But you gotta love him. Rosie does, at least. And I don't know if the "running away" thing will happen; I've considered maybe when I finish this story, I'll write a companion for it. Thoughts?

-TheClassof1832