A/N: GUYS! THE OSCARS GUYS! Oh my gosh, so many feelings. I just ... you should've seen me. I was fangirl-ing like crazy. My tumblr was basically just full of Les Mis cast stuff. My friend was actually tell me to calm down when I was watching the performance. Guys, I cannot put all my feelings into words but ... gahhh, I can't believe it all.

Anyway, enough of that. Why are you guys so nice to me? I don't deserve it. Thank you so much for reading this and following, favouriting and reviewing. It means a lot to me. Iris, thank you for being so lovely and actually reading my story. I hope don't stop being tolerable in your eyes. Robin, that sounds awesome, I'm glad you're making a playlist for this on your ipod. By the end of that chapter, she's basically confused why this guy she's practically giving herself to isn't giving into her, but she doesn't know it's Enjolras. She just knows it's a guy. urorhel, thank you so much, I really appreciate your comments.

And of course thank you to the ever so lovely, Penulis, for taking the time to proofread this and for putting up with my word vomit. Thank you :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Les Miserables, but I do own my feelings towards it, and these feelings alone are too much to bear at times.

Eponine woke up to find herself in a strange bed, and panic immediately rushed through her. She didn't know where she was, whose bed she was in or whose clothes she was wearing. She moved around a bit, to see if she could feel anyone lying next to her. To her immense relief, no one was there. She was also quite glad that her undergarments were still on, realising that nothing had happened the night before. Still, a million questions were running through her mind.

The last thing she could remember was drinking something overly alcoholic. There were bits and pieces of the night scattered in her brain, but she couldn't seem to piece them together to make a logical run through of what had happened. This helps her decide that last night would be the first and last time she was ever going to a party.

Eponine tried to sit up but only made it halfway before a wave of nausea ran through her. She groaned and slumped back onto the bed. She needed to find out where she had ended up and how she had made it here. She tried once more, propping her body up, but her hand slipped and she fell to the ground with a loud thud. "Ow..." She was too dizzy to pick herself up, or to even move at all.

All of a sudden a set of strong arms were pulling her up and placing her safely back on the bed. As her vision cleared she saw him. Enjolras. She should have guessed by the number of books scattered all across the room and the meticulously noted papers hanging strategically upon the walls. If she hadn't known Enjolras she would've assumed the room belonged to a well-educated serial killer, in the midst of plotting their next murder. "I'm a mess." were the first words she uttered. He took a seat on the bed next to her.

"Yes, you are."

"What happened last night? I don't remember anything. I definitely don't remember coming here. Nice place, by the way."

"Thank you."

"So what happened?"

"You were drunk, we left. I tried to get you home, but wouldn't let me check for your keys. So I brought you here, I hope that's okay with you." He finished, almost hesitating. Enjolras didn't want to tell her what had happened the previous night. He didn't want to remind her of what she had said; he had convinced himself that she hadn't been thinking straight and it had been the alcohol talking.

"Of course." she smiled "and thank you, you know, for being there." He nodded and disappeared out of the room once more. Moments later Eponine could smell something cooking and could only hope some of it was for her; she was desperate for some food. While she waited Eponine took the time to look around the room properly. Now that she thought about it, it seemed strange that she spent so much time with Enjolras and yet she hadn't been here before. She reasoned that since Enjolras always dropped her off at the dorm, she never had the chance to visit his place.

Still, what saw made Eponine smile. There were books everywhere. The bookshelves were overflowing while there was a stack balancing precariously upon the bedside table and another pile was developing in the same manner on the floor nearby. There were also papers everywhere, of all varieties. Little notes, scribbles, diagrams, lists… They were plastered all over the walls, the desk, slipping out of books and peeking out from the shelves. She also spotted what looked like a series of receipts, which surprised her. She had never pinned Enjolras as the type to keep note of his expenditures.

"Enjolras," she called out, her voice croaky from dehydration. "Did I flirt with someone last night?" Pieces of her memory were coming back to her. Just little things, but they were clues none the less.

"You were drunk, just forget about it." He shouted back.

"I just want to know what happened last night." She lowered her voice as he walked back into the room holding two plates, breakfast. She smiled, surprised. No one had ever made breakfast for her before. It was only simple, eggs and toast with some fruit on the side, but it was more than anyone else had ever done for her. The fact that he had actually thought of her and was now caring for her, touched her deeply. "Wow… thank you so much."

"Drink first." Enjolras said as he thrust a cup of water in her hands. She gladly took and gulped down.

It was only when he had witnessed her finish off the last drop of her water that he began to eat. "Hey" Eponine touched his arm and he immediately tensed. "Thank you. Really, I mean it. Thank you." He nodded, refusing to look into her eyes. It reminded him too much of how she had acted the previous night. "Good Lord this is amazing!" She exclaimed. Enjolras shrugged.

"It's just eggs."

"Really good eggs." She smiled, but he didn't smile back, which in turn made her own dim slightly. For some reason she was desperate to make him smile, he hadn't really said anything since she had woken up. She felt that he was hiding something. It was almost like he was giving her the cold shoulder, and she didn't like it at all.

"Are you doing anything today?" she asked, desperate to make conversation. He considered lying, but knew it was pointless. He never seemed to be able to lie to her.

"No."

"You want to maybe hang out? I need to buy groceries, maybe you'd like to accompany me?" She felt so weird, being nervous in front of Enjolras. She'd known him for so long now and it felt strange being so hesitant and careful with her words.

He didn't reply straight away, just continued to eat, and Eponine had nearly decided to forget all about it when he nodded. "Sure."

"You don't have to do that." He ignored her and continued to push the trolley. They had gone back to Eponine's place so she could change and get all the things she needed to go grocery shopping. Upon returning, Eponine had guessed that Cosette had not come back to the dorm since the room looked exactly the same as when they left it for the party. She just hoped that Cosette had gone home with Marius and not some random stranger.

She tried once more to take the trolley, but Enjolras wouldn't let her. He claimed that he wanted to do something rather than just hover next to her. She had given in at this and les him do it. As she took out her little notebook with her grocery list in it, Enjolras looked over her shoulder and read.

"That's quite a list."

"Big shopping day, I like to cook a lot so I need quite few things." They wandered through every isle, picking up things on the way. Eponine didn't go to the grocery store very often, so when she did she bought a lot so she would not to have to travel back and forth. Most students at the dorms didn't use the kitchen, which was a blessing for Eponine. She didn't like to cook with people around, she always felt as if they were going to judge her. She had cooked with Cosette once though, through which she discovered her roommate was quite the baker. The two had quickly settled into a routine, with Eponine making the main meals and Cosette providing baked goods. It had been quite the bonding experience.

"Excuse me," at this both Enjolras and Eponine turned around to see an old woman pointing at a packet of flour that sat on the top shelf. "Could you help me get that?". It wasn't that far up, but the woman was pretty small. Enjolras nodded reached up, not having to try very hard to get it. He handed it to her and she smiled, "Thank you very much." She looked over to Eponine, who smiled back at her, "I must say, you two make a very lovely couple." The two simultaneously burst into response, their cheeks flushed red.

"Oh we're not-"

"We are not a cou-"

"-not together-"

"-Me and her are not-"

"-We're not-"

"-No, no-"

The elderly woman shook her head and smiled "Oh, well then excuse me," As she walked past, she pulled down on Enjolras' jacket so she could whisper in his ear, "You should do something about that, because any young woman who shops like that is a keeper." and with a cheeky wink, she wandered off into another isle.

The blushes were still evident, and with one look at each other the pair couldn't help but turn away. They tried to continue shopping as if nothing had happened. "Eggs. I need some eggs."

They stayed much longer than Enjolras had ever been in a grocery store, but he didn't mind. Despite everything he had enjoyed every minute he spent with her.

Their next stop was the fast food joint their friends always raved about. Even though Eponine now had a fully stocked kitchen, and both were more coffee shop type of people, they were really hungry and Enjolras had said his time with Grantiere had taught him that hangovers were a good excuse to indulge in fast food. As always, the place was buzzing with people. Many seemed like they were also looking to recover from bad hangovers with some greasy food. As they sat down Eponine noticed a few girls from one of her classes talking loudly. She tried her best to remember their names, but these were basically people she only saw when she was forced too. Enjolras seemed to notice her wondering eyes and followed her line of sight.

"You know them?" he asked as his bit into his burger.

"Sort of. They're classmates, but I wouldn't call them acquaintances." She ignored them and began to dig into her meal. It had been a while since she had eaten fast food. Preferring to cook and always going to the café stopped her from falling into the fast food crazy diet that many college student she knew seemed to follow. "Oh God, these are good." she moaned. Her mouth was full, but at that moment she didn't care and Enjolras smiled, which made Eponine smile in return.

A few minutes passed in silent bliss as they ate, then Enjolras broke the silence. "Apparently she knows you better than you know her." Confused, Eponine looked behind her to where one of the girls from her class was sitting, stealing glances at her and Enjolras. When the girl saw Eponine looking, she stood up and started to walk over.

"Oh my God. What do I do? What do I do?" Eponine internally panicked. She didn't know what this girl wanted from her, never once had she said hello or even smiled at her. Before either of them could say something else, the girl was at their table and speaking to Enjolras.

"Hi, can I steal her for a minute?" he nodded, any lingering traces of emotion on his face replaced with cool indifference, as if he was looking down at her. Eponine still found it strange how he could go from being the most charming person, to the coldest in a matter of seconds. Eponine stood up and followed the girl to her table where three other girls waited for them. As Eponine sat down she noticed all eyes were on her.

"Yes?"

"Are you dating him?" one of the girls blurted out.

"Who?" Eponine looked around trying to figure out the name of the girl and what she was talking about. She didn't even remember which class they shared together. There were two faces that she recognised, but only because she had passed them in the halls often. The other two she was sure she shared classes with, but she still couldn't recall which ones. The girls discretely gestured towards Enjolras, who had pulled out a book and was trying hard not to get grease on the pages. Eponine blinked. "Enjolras?"

They nodded quite furiously in unison, desperate for an answer. "Oh God, she knows his name!" one of them squealed. Eponine looked on, bewildered.

"Of course I know his name; I'm eating lunch with him."

"So are you then? Are you dating him?" the girl repeated. They all leaned in eagerly, reminding Eponine of a bunch of high school girls, the kind that Eponine really didn't like.

"He's so smart and mysterious and so fucking gorgeous... I can't help but stare whenever I see him on campus." Another said, sighing.

She laughed. It was a nervous laugh and the more she tried to fake it, the louder she was, which then caused Enjolras to look over at them. "Me? Dating him? No. No, no, no. No."

Their reaction surprised Eponine, for they were laughing too, almost as if they were relieved. "Oh. Well, thanks then." The one that asked her over smiled and flipped her hair, looking down at Eponine. "You can leave now."

Eponine stood up and slowly walked away, still not sure what had just happened. She looked back at the group of girls, who were now huddled closely together. She noticed them looking back once or twice to where Enjolras was sitting. He returned his book to his bag and looked up as Eponine walk over awkwardly and sat down.

"What was that all about?" He asked. She shrugged, still looking quite dazed.

"I'm … I'm not sure."

A/N: So? Good? Not so good? Terrible?