Another Chapter! I'm sorry we keep adding characters, so now the fonts are kind of just telling you who wrote what.

Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure we don't own Les Miserables. Dang.

Marius was so confused. He had been trying to get Eponine to notice him for weeks. Now she was kissing him?! Instead of asking questions, he deepedned the kiss.

Eponine was deep into the kiss when she noticed Marius had wrapped his arms around her.

Marius was holding onto Eponine, kissing her. She had her hand near his chest, it looked like she was trying to push him away. How dare he force her to kiss him?! He pushed himself out of his chair and walked over to them. He grabbed Marius by his curlyish hair and pulled him off Eponine.

The next thing Eponine knew, Marius was being pulled off of her by a very angry Enjolras. So he must care about me somewhat!

"What the hell Enjolras?!" She started hitting Enjolras' arm so he would let Marius go.

"Are you alright Eponine? I mean he did force himself onto you and-"

"I kissed him."

Enjy pulled away. Why? A slight panic set into the drunkards mind. Was he not good? Did he change his mind? Then he saw Marius and Eponine and relaxed a little bit. Why did something always happen to separate him from Enjolras? With a sigh he leaned back and glanced down at his trousers.

"Damn..."

`Feuilly was feeling very conflicted. On one hand, Bahorel was a really good kisser. On the other hand, he was almost 100% sure that he wasn't gay. He brought a hand up to push Bahorel away, but just then, the larger man lightly ground their hips together, and he gasped, grabbing Bahorel's collar and pulled himself closer. Bahorel took that opportunity to deepen the kiss, thrusting his tongue into the ginger's mouth.

Bousett wasn't really paying attention. He looked up to see 90% of the Amis kissing.

"Hey, Joly." He said, he patted his lap indicating he wanted him to sit on his lap. Joly shrugged. He walked over and just sat down on Bousett's lap. Bousett then put his chin on Joly's shoulder and his book in front of him and continued reading.

Enjolras turned pink.

"You, you kissed him?...what...why?"

Joly snuggled close to Bousett and glanced at the book he was reading.

"That looks boring," He said, stealing it from his hands and flipping through it.

"Hey, give me my book back!" Bousett said playfully. When Joly wouldn't give it back, he went to tickle Joly, but instead accidentally knocked the chair over backwards...

Touching the floor was a terrifying concept to Joly, so he let out a strangled scream and latched onto Bousett, ensuring that he stayed on top of his lover, squishing him.

That was a good question. Why had she kissed Marius

"Well you see Enjolras, I l-l-like Mar-rius."

Marius' eyes lit up. She likes me?!

But... Bu-... uhm... you like Marius?!" Enjolras was at a loss for words. Someone actually liked Marius?

"I'm just going to walk away now, because I really don't know what else to say to that." He promptly turned around and walked back to Grantaire who was, uhm, happy to see him.

Bousett was sprawled on the ground with Joly, who was crushing him, on his chest.

"Erm, Joly, you're crushing me..." Joly just continued to freak out about touching the floor, ignoring Bousett. Well, there was only one way that Bousett could think of to get him to calm down. Bousett grabbed Joly by the collar and pulled him into a kiss.

Joly relaxed immediately when Bousett kissed him. Being careful not to touch the floor as much as possible, he crawled off of his lover and pulled him upright, then pushed him back in a chair and regained his place on his lap, facing him this time.

Grantaire panicked when he saw Enjolras walking back over to him. There was no way to hide... well, it. His coat was at a different table and his waistcoat didn't come down far enough. He closed his eyes and almost prayed for his idol not to notice. When he opened his eyes, his heart sank. By the look on Enjolras' face it was obvious that he had noticed. He was way to sober for this.

Our plot is dieing.