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The whole house was filled with joyful laughter and excited chatter. Everyone was crowded in a square kitchen in their own positions. A few sat comfortably on the countertop next to the heated stove. Others sat at a cheap, worn out plastic table that was set in the middle of the kitchen. The sink was stacked with stained dishes.

Everyone-who already seemed excited enough-lit up at the sight of Enjolras entering the kitchen with his hand laced with a woman's. Almost immediately, the jokes and whooping filled the entire house, making the couple turn a shade of pink.

"I know, right?!" Grantaire said in between laughs. His back was against the wall near the stove with a grin spread across his face. Feeling rather lost in the moment, he stood up on an empty chair-almost bumping his head in the process-and shouted at the top of his lungs, "The day has come, gentlemen!" He playfully bowed towards a scowling Enjolras, "The day that Enjolras swayed for a lady!"

All the boys, there had to be about ten or less (enough to overwhelm Eponine) cheered in laughter. Particularly, a young man with light blonde hair was sitting at the table with a book covering his face. Upon hearing this news, his book slid from his hands and onto the wooden floor below. The sound of a large PLOP caught everyone's attention, "Enjolras? Our Enjolras?" He asked, his jaw hanging wide open.

"Believe it Jean," Grantaire hopped off the chair with a dramatic leap.

"And look at her! She's stunning!" One of the others said, sitting from his place near the stove. Eponine, in response, blushed a deep scarlet and had to control herself enough to even look up, "Is she really your girlfriend, Enjolras?" He asked with a smirk.

"Is she blind?" This comment made from a rather joyful looking fellow who seemed to know how to make everyone laugh.

"Joly," Enjolras shot a glare towards the comedic one.

"I mean look at her!" Joly suffered from too much laughter, "Look at her and look at you!"

"Are you calling Enjolras ugly?" Another asked.

"Not ugly, just not good enough compared to her,"

That comment earned a good exchange of laughter, "What's her name?"

"Don't worry, Combeffere, you know who she is," Grantaire sat back against the wall with the others, enjoying the show.

The boy 'Combeffere' raised a sharp eyebrow, "You mean-this is the angel?" The whole room cheered with giggles, all sounding like immature school boys. Looking up at Enjolras, Combeffere looked rather eager, "But you're so-bitter!" He exclaimed with wild laughter, "Dear angel, however do you put up with his seriousness?"

Eponine was caught in the contagious laughter the room held, "I-I haven't noticed any...bitterness," She confessed with a large grin, "He isn't very serious..."

Grantaire looked as if he was struck across the face, "Are you dating the wrong man? Or was the real Enjolras kidnapped and replaced? Boys, we must take action!" Grantaire pumped his fist into the air as he made his way towards Enjolras with open arms, ready to tackle.

In defense, Enjolras simply held his palm out to halt the eager boy from continuing. As a result, Grantaire's forehead rested against Enjolras' hand, unable to fill the gap in between them and bring him down, "Not again, Grantaire," Enjolras, with his hand now out of Eponine's grip, flicked Grantaire on the nose. "Down, boy!" Enjolras ordered with a small smile.

"Do my eyes deceive me-" Joly gasped.

"-is Enjolras smiling?" Jean picked his book off the floor, "What a change in routine! I never thought I'd see the day!"

"She really is an angel after all!" Joly swiped the book from Jean's grip and examined the cover and sputtered a laugh, "Poetry again, Jean?"

Jean crossed his arms, "There is nothing wrong with a little poetry..." He pouted, "Plus, you act so surprised that I read it."

Joly tossed it over his shoulder, "A little break from Mr. Frost won't hurt anyone,"

Jean's lips formed an 'O', "Joly, you'll destroy the binding!"

The comedic one mocked Jean with a sour tone, "Joly, you'll destroy the bleh!" He scoffed, "A little time away from Mr. Robert Frost won't hurt anybody,"

Jean crossed his arms with a huff and clenched his jaw, "Piss off!"

"Oh, did I make our dear romantic Jean upset?" Joly's lower lip covered his upper on, making a dramatic pout, "Oh, forgive me, dear Jean!" His knees hit the floor with a solid thunk and raised is arms in the air, "WHAT HAVE I DONE?!" His voice bounced throughout the house, causing everyone to burst in laughter.

Grantaire gestures with a wave of his artistic hand, "And the Oscar goes to..."

Joly chuckled and propped himself back onto his feet, "Do you forgive me, oh romantic one?"

"I hate you," Jean replied swiftly.

"He forgives me!" Joly pumped his fists in the air in success. Upon looking at the couple standing awkwardly and just observing, Joly smacked his hand to his forehead, "Oh, my lady, where are my manners?" Joly gasped dramatically as he made his way over to Jean's seat. Taking the boy by the collar, Joly thrust Jean out of his seat and his entire body met with the wall, "A seat for you," He gestured towards the seat that Jean once sat in.

Eponine blushed and let go of Enjolras' sweaty hand to make her way over to the seat, "Thank you," She said timidly.

"My pleasure, my pleasure," Joly pulled Combeferre from his seat just as violently and invited Enjolras to sit. Shaking his head, Enjolras obliged and was ready to sit himself down. Swiftly, Joly pushed the chair far away from Enjolras, causing him to fall hard to the ground with and 'Oof'. The whole room erupted in laughter once again, pointing at Enjolras who fell rather hard on his behind.

"I ought to-" Enjolras' threat was interrupted by Joly.

"Careful, Mr. Grumpy, not in front of your pretty girlfriend,"

Eponine felt a punch in the chest, 'Pretty...Pretty Lady, Pretty Lady!" It all came rushing back to her in an instant, nearly knocking the wind out of her. She felt an unsettling feeling grow in the pit of her stomach, making her feel nauseous. Her posture went from relaxed and comfortable to stiff and trembling.

"'Ponine?" Enjolras caught the trigger right when he heard the word said.

"That's so cute, they have nicknames," Joly whispered to Grantaire, completely unaware of what exactly was going on.

"Are you okay?" Enjolras sat closer and whispered.

Eponine kept her head down, letting her long raven locks to cover her face in shame, "Yeah," She gritted her teeth, doing her best to suppress the feeling of wanting to vomit, "I'm okay, I'm okay,"

"...'Ponine?" Gavroche's voice emerged and he walked up to his shaking sister, rubbing a tiny hand on her back for support, "What happened?" He asked towards Enjolras.

It wasn't right for him to be told here...or at all in fact. Enjolras took it upon himself to keep the event of yesterday's experience between only Eponine and himself, "Nothing Gavroche, you're sister isn't feeling too well, that's all." Enjolras gave a small smile, trying to reassure the worried eight year old that everything was alright.

"Okay," Gavroche, still not convinced, gave his sister her space.

Everyone in the room watched as Enjolras sat close to her and whispered inaudible words of comfort to Eponine who was on the verge of tears. They all exchanged glances of concern towards one another, hoping to find an answer. But instead, they continued watching the couple silently, not knowing how to handle the situation.


All the boys-and Eponine- sat in the living room where two large sofas and random colored beanbags were arranged. The home had no real certain style. Eponine wanted to know who exactly who lived here but was too shy to speak up to Enjolras' friends. They seemed kind but she wasn't as eccentric or outgoing as they were. So she sat back, laughed with them, blush when they commented on her and Enjolras' proximity, and was overall quiet.

Until they took turns asking questions.

"So how'd you meet Enjolras?" Combeferre was rested on a vibrant purple beanbag, "I mean, he talked about you a lot...A LOT, but never told us how you two got to know eachother,"

Everyone was silent and looked at Eponine with patient stares, "Oh, I-I had a class with him," Even she was unsatisfied with that answer and spoke up again, "He moved in my apartment complex and the day he moved in, he bumped into me in the hallway and I just remember being furious with him." She grinned when the other boys chuckled, "He was so angry, with that scowl of his. So, I told him 'Watch where you're going' and hoped to never see him again,"

"And when you did?" Grantaire took a swig of liquid content within a plastic cup.

"He was in my class the very next day with that angry look again. He sat right next to me and I thought he was going to keep glaring at me,"

"You did?" Enjolras raised a brow, just as confused as the others upon hearing the story.

Eponine nudged him and leaned closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder, "Then I went to the library and guess who was there?" Eponine laughed with them this time, "Then he noticed I was holding...was it a Hamlet?" Eponine looked back to remember, "It was Hamlet wasn't it? Yes, Hamlet and then he went on about how he enjoyed it and I was rather surprised he wasn't a jerk or anything," Eponine enjoyed telling them the story, "Then on another occasion, he said he owned the movie Hamlet and wanted to show it to me and I didn't want to say no. 'Roche and I went to his apartment, watched Zorro instead and we had another movie night after that..." Luckily she stopped herself from going on about her parents and how her abuse made Enjolras and Eponine's relationship stronger.

Jean's chin rested on his knees, "And then?"

"Well...that's really it," Eponine lied with a sheepish grin.

Joly cocked his head to the side, "Well you guys really clicked fast, huh?"

The story really sounded uneventful without talking about the abuse and how Enjolras swooped in and saved the day. It just seems like every average couple met. But all the boys could see real chemistry between the two. A bond that looked unbreakable. They couldn't put their finger on in, but it almost looked like they've known each other a long time by the way they stared into each other's eyes, exchanged smiles, and especially their proximity.

"So how is Enjolras not grumpy towards you?" One boy, who hadn't spoken up all night, asked.

"I'm not grumpy all the time, guys," Enjolras said.

"We didn't call you 'killjoy' for nothing, Mr. Grumpy," Grantaire took another sip of his drink.

"Did Enjolras tell you guys how he confessed his 'affections' to me?" Eponine felt rather bold, mixed in the energy of playfulness all the boys seemed to have.

Jean was intrigued, being the 'romantic' one of the group, "No, he did not," He was glued with a large grin.

Eponine turned her head to see Enjolras flush red, but didn't stop her, "He quoted Romeo and Juliet,"

Everyone spat in laughter, their faces just as red as Enjolras'. A few boys fell to the floor, pounding it with their palms to the rhythm of their laugher. Others flew back in their seats and desperately seeking for air. Jean, in response, held his hand to his chest, as if feeling his own heart burst from his chest, "How impossibly romantic," His words were soft against the childish laughter that was surrounding him.

"Our Enjolras...quoted-" Grantaire was too busy laughing to continue.

"You got soft, Enjy, soft!" Exclaimed Joly, who was one of the few rolling on the carpet.

Eponine watched Enjolras slap and hand to his forehead and tisked, "Enjolras..." She leaned closer to him and whispered, "It isn't a bad thing. I loved it." She looped her arms with his and rested more comfortable on his arm, "I just get the opportunity to see a side of you that they don't."

Enjolras smirked and looked down at Eponine, feeling rather accomplished to make her playful and smile again, "That's because you're special,"

She didn't care that all his friends were there, including her own brother. Eponine took her head off his shoulder and bring her lips to his in a lingering kiss.

Which broke right when the boys cheered and hollered.


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-Ophelia XXX