A/N: I'm terribly sorry readers! It's been almost a whole week since I last updated. My updates won't be as daily as they were at first but, if all goes well, I will try to make three to four updates a week. Again, so sorry, lovely readers.
"Drama or comedy?"
"Hmmm...drama,"
"Sun or rain?"
"Rain,"
"Robert Frost or Edgar Allen Poe?"
Eponine lost the rhythm, "Edg-no Frost...but Edgar's are so-and Frost's are so-damn you," she sulked back in her seat and huffed, "these questions are too difficult,"
Enjolras laughed and shook his head behind the wheel, "Fine me next,"
"Favorite color,"
"Red,"
"Winter or summer?"
"Summer,"
"Cat or dog?"
"Dog,"
Eponine tried thinking of more questions but none seemed to come to mind, "Cake or pie?"
He scoffed, "Are we really out of things to talk about?"
She shrugged, "What do you want to discuss?"
"What haven't we discussed?"
So far, the only topics they've crossed were all about Eponine's life, "What's your story?"
He raised a brow, "Meaning?" He still focused on the road.
"Well, who is Enjolras? Why does he love movies so much? How does he know how to operate vinyl?"
He chuckled, "What do you really want to know?"
"Where do you want to start?"
He took a deep breath and tightly clutched the steering wheel. Eponine could barely read his expression, he was saying so much without words. In fact, Enjolas looked a bit hurt or lost all at the same time. After a moment of a tense pause, he cleared his throat, "I like movies because they were a huge part of my childhood, my mom loved to collect records, and that basically answers the question," His voice, usually gentle and warm, seemed a bit cold and stiff.
"Are you alright?" Eponine couldn't help but ask, even though she wouldn't get an honest answer.
His knuckles that gripped the wheel so tightly they were now almost white, "Yes, I'm fine," He at least tried covering up the stiff tone but it was still evident.
Guilt now replaced curiosity. There was obviously something he isn't telling her or he just isn't comfortable with talking about himself. Did she bring something up she wasn't supposed to?
Enjolras cleared his throat again as if it were going to make a difference in his tone, "I'm sorry,"
The conversation can't just end there. She has to know what else was on his mind so that he could smile again. The last thing Eponine wants to see is Enjolras mad at her for something she never meant to do. Eponine was determined to find out what it was that troubled him, "Sorry about what?"
"I can't-explain this," He pulled up in front of Courfeyrac's house but didn't move to get out of the car. Instead, he took his key out and relaxed back in his seat, "I will be ready to explain what this is later on but right now..." He ran his hand through his small curly locks, "I can't,"
She felt a bit hurt that she told him everything and yet he won't do the same, "We have time," she mumbled.
Enjolras twitched a small smile but it soon faded away, "I promise I'll tell you but that won't be until another time, okay?" He looked up at her, "I'm just not feeling up to it,"
She frowned, "That bad, huh?"
He paused before replying, looking lost in his thoughts, "I wouldn't say horrible but it wasn't nice,"
Eponine tilted her head slightly, "Do you-" she swallowed the lump in her throat, "do you not-trust me?"
As if snapped back into reality, Enjolras' posture straightened and he immediately shook his head, "No-'Ponine-it's not-no," he stumbled over his words and continued rambling, "it's just-I'm not ready to talk about-I'm sorry I just-I can't," He sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose in a way of trying to focus, "I trust you Eponine," he said slowly, his eyelids still closed, "I do but within in that trust, I am trusting you to believe me when I say that I'm not ready to talk about it," He opened his eyes and dropped his hand, "Do you understand?" He asked searching into her eyes.
Even though he wasn't telling her and that she still felt hurt over it, she nodded, "I understand," She fumbled with her fingers to avoid looking into his eyes.
Enjolras' eyes were so vulnerable looking in that moment when she finally looked up. He didn't look angry and he didn't look happy, which were always the sides of him she had known. But in between there was the person she was looking at now. Someone who looked hurt and sorry, "Thank you, Eponine,"
Now studying his features, Eponine realized how close they really were. In fact, there was only a few inches of distance between them now. And for the strangest reasons, all Eponine thought about was getting closer and closer and according to the warm butterflies in her stomach, they agreed. Yet at the same time, she was almost afraid of what to do in that moment. Is she going to be the one to do it? Would it ruin everything? Would he be mad? Is it even natural to think this way?
And out of everything to do in that moment, she blurted a bit too loudly, "I'll go get 'Roche,"
Moment ruined but Enjolras smiled, "I'll come too,"
The two of them slid out of the car and walked side by side, like always. None of them said a word but it seemed like a good silence. A silence that gave them an opportunity just to enjoy each other's company, "Well the house isn't in flames, so I guess everything went well," Eponine said playfully.
Enjolras knocked on the door a few times before Courfeyrac was able to answer, "Hello Enjolras and Enjolras' lady friend,"
She giggled and looked to see that Enjolras was flushed red and giving Courfeyrac a glare.
"Where are my manners? Come on inside," He swung the door wider to let them in.
After entering the through, there was a staircase that led upstairs which was the 'living area'. The area had a large flat screen and video game systems scattered all around the coffee table and candy wrappers like confetti on the floor.
"Sorry for the mess, your little brother had lots of energy," Courfeyrac gestured towards the sleeping figure sprawled out on the couch. Gavroche was sleeping with the Zorro mask and a plastic sword in his hand.
"Yeah, I wonder why," Enjolras said picking up assorted candy wrappers.
"Was he any trouble?" Eponine sat next to the snoring Gavroche and pet his hair softly.
"Trouble? This kid? Oh, no," Courfeyrac gave a large grin, "In fact he was telling me that he didn't want to leave,"
She raised a brow, "Really?" That didn't sound like the Gavroche she knew. Unless, of course, if he made another friend.
"Yeah," Courfeyrac joined Enjolras by picking up wrappers, "So-" He asked casually, "How did it go?"
Enjolras rolled his eyes, "For God's sake, Courfeyrac!" He whispered.
Eponine laughed, "It was lovely!" Looking over her shoulder, she saw Enjolras blushing red again and she couldn't help but remember that red was his favorite color, "Although," She continued, "He never told me of the things he says about me,"
"I will gladly tell you," Courfeyrac exclaimed with a bright smile.
"I think it's getting late, don't you think?" Enjolras carefully picked up sleepy Gavroche in his arms, "'Ponine, we should go,"
Courfeyrac gasped dramatically, "You gave her a nickname?!"
"Seeya!" Enjolras sang as he descended down the stairs.
"Now tell me, please,"
He gave her a quick wink before leading her down the stairs, "You'll find out soon enough,"
The car ride back to the complex was quiet but it didn't bother Eponine this time. The warm butterflies in her stomach fluttered and danced every time she thought of Courfeyrac's words 'You'll find out soon enough'.
This had to be it. He must like her, or else-well what else would it possibly be? When was he going to tell her? Is it really true that he likes her back?
She turned her head to look at Enjolras who was focused on driving. For a few minutes he took his eyes off the road and the both of them locked eyes, exchanged smiles, and turned their head backs to face the road.
Everything is perfect, Eponine thought with a smile.
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-Ophelia