Disclaimer: Don't own Les Miserables or Denzel Washington or anything and
not making money off of this.
A/N: Heehee, got bored with the whole trying to come up with a plot thing. . . so I wrote this nonsensical chapter. Sorry for the people who wanted organized storytelling. . .
Chapter 4
Enjolras looked up at the many stars in the sky. It was very dark and he could see more stars than he could ever see before. It would have been romantic if he had had someone special to share it with.
"Oh, this is so like, romantic. Like, sing me a love song Marius," said Cosette not far off. Enjolras grumbled. He saw Marius open his mouth, but he was interrupted.
"Hey you people! Surrender or we will shoot and kill you all! Mwhahahaha!" yelled someone on the other side of the barricade. Enjolras jumped to his feet and grabbed his gun.
"We'll never surrender!" he yelled to the other side. "This is it!" he shouted to everyone else. "Don't back down!" Everyone began to panic, but eventually they all got in the right spot with the right gun.
"This is so, like, exciting!" squealed Cosette. She clapped her hands in glee. Suddenly the people on the other side of the barricade began to shoot. Everyone ducked and covered up their heads. Enjolras stuck his head up above the barricade just enough to see and fired a few shots. Then he looked down and checked on everyone else. He was the only one firing. Everyone else was covering up their heads and clutching their guns, not firing them. Except Eponine, she was running around like crazy.
"I don't want to die!" whimpered Joly.
"I do!" laughed Eponine madly.
"Oh, like, don't worry, it will like, be fun!" exclaimed Cosette to Joly.
"You dummies!" yelled Enjolras. "We are supposed to be firing the guns and fighting! Am I supposed to get on top of a table and sing a song to get you in the spirit again?" Everyone whimpered in response. Enjolras screamed. "It is no use with you people! What do I have to do to make you fight with me?" Then suddenly Enjolras had a brilliant idea. "All right," he said calmly. "If you fight well, and we win this battle, then we'll all go out for ice cream, my treat." Everyone looked at him hopefully.
"We will?" asked Joly.
"Yes," responded Enjolras. "We will. Now let's go kick some butt!" Everyone cheered and peeped over the barricade and fired a few shots. Then a few shots came back and everyone ducked back over the barricade, whimpering.
"How much ice cream?" asked Grantaire. Enjolras opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted just like Marius.
"ENJY MY BOY!" screamed a familiar voice. Enjolras's jaw dropped and he ran his hand through his hair.
"Oh, no," he whispered. His mother appeared out of the darkness.
"Enjy!" exclaimed his mother. "Why didn't you come back and clean your room like I asked you to? I sent a wonderful young man to send you a package with the letter!"
"Mom!" whined Enjolras. "I'm in the middle of a battle here!" He gave her his puppy dog face.
"Hmph," said Enjolras's mother. "I'll take care of that." She began to climb on top of the barricade.
"Mom?" said Enjolras. "What do you think you are doing? Did Dad forget to give you your medication? Mom! Get down from there! It's dangerous! You'll be shot!"
"I want to be shot!" exclaimed Eponine. She began climbing the barricade too. By then Enjolras's mother was standing on the top of the barricade.
"Ya'll stop attacking my little boy and his friends!" threatened Enjolras's mother to the other side of the barricade. "Play nice! Don't make me come down there and get out my belt!" The firing immediately stopped.
"Sorry ma'am!" yelled someone on the other side. By then Eponine was on top of the barricade.
"Fooey, I was so close," she remarked. Enjolras's mother and Eponine began getting down.
"Now then, Enjy," said his mother. "You must come home immediately to clean your room. It smells awful in there!"
"But Enjolras owes us ice cream!" protested Joly. There were other complaints throughout the crowd.
"Enjolras will give you ice cream after he cleans his room," said Enjolras's mother. But Enjolras didn't want to go home.
"Look Mom, it's um, Denzel Washington!" he lied.
"WHERE?" his mother gasped.
"Um, that way! Run, Mom, run! I'm right behind you!" Enjolras's mother ran off. Enjolras let out a sigh of relief.
"Phew! That was close!" he exclaimed.
"Where's our ice cream!" demanded Grantaire. Enjolras gasped. He had forgotten that ice cream hadn't been invented yet!
A/N: Heehee, got bored with the whole trying to come up with a plot thing. . . so I wrote this nonsensical chapter. Sorry for the people who wanted organized storytelling. . .
Chapter 4
Enjolras looked up at the many stars in the sky. It was very dark and he could see more stars than he could ever see before. It would have been romantic if he had had someone special to share it with.
"Oh, this is so like, romantic. Like, sing me a love song Marius," said Cosette not far off. Enjolras grumbled. He saw Marius open his mouth, but he was interrupted.
"Hey you people! Surrender or we will shoot and kill you all! Mwhahahaha!" yelled someone on the other side of the barricade. Enjolras jumped to his feet and grabbed his gun.
"We'll never surrender!" he yelled to the other side. "This is it!" he shouted to everyone else. "Don't back down!" Everyone began to panic, but eventually they all got in the right spot with the right gun.
"This is so, like, exciting!" squealed Cosette. She clapped her hands in glee. Suddenly the people on the other side of the barricade began to shoot. Everyone ducked and covered up their heads. Enjolras stuck his head up above the barricade just enough to see and fired a few shots. Then he looked down and checked on everyone else. He was the only one firing. Everyone else was covering up their heads and clutching their guns, not firing them. Except Eponine, she was running around like crazy.
"I don't want to die!" whimpered Joly.
"I do!" laughed Eponine madly.
"Oh, like, don't worry, it will like, be fun!" exclaimed Cosette to Joly.
"You dummies!" yelled Enjolras. "We are supposed to be firing the guns and fighting! Am I supposed to get on top of a table and sing a song to get you in the spirit again?" Everyone whimpered in response. Enjolras screamed. "It is no use with you people! What do I have to do to make you fight with me?" Then suddenly Enjolras had a brilliant idea. "All right," he said calmly. "If you fight well, and we win this battle, then we'll all go out for ice cream, my treat." Everyone looked at him hopefully.
"We will?" asked Joly.
"Yes," responded Enjolras. "We will. Now let's go kick some butt!" Everyone cheered and peeped over the barricade and fired a few shots. Then a few shots came back and everyone ducked back over the barricade, whimpering.
"How much ice cream?" asked Grantaire. Enjolras opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted just like Marius.
"ENJY MY BOY!" screamed a familiar voice. Enjolras's jaw dropped and he ran his hand through his hair.
"Oh, no," he whispered. His mother appeared out of the darkness.
"Enjy!" exclaimed his mother. "Why didn't you come back and clean your room like I asked you to? I sent a wonderful young man to send you a package with the letter!"
"Mom!" whined Enjolras. "I'm in the middle of a battle here!" He gave her his puppy dog face.
"Hmph," said Enjolras's mother. "I'll take care of that." She began to climb on top of the barricade.
"Mom?" said Enjolras. "What do you think you are doing? Did Dad forget to give you your medication? Mom! Get down from there! It's dangerous! You'll be shot!"
"I want to be shot!" exclaimed Eponine. She began climbing the barricade too. By then Enjolras's mother was standing on the top of the barricade.
"Ya'll stop attacking my little boy and his friends!" threatened Enjolras's mother to the other side of the barricade. "Play nice! Don't make me come down there and get out my belt!" The firing immediately stopped.
"Sorry ma'am!" yelled someone on the other side. By then Eponine was on top of the barricade.
"Fooey, I was so close," she remarked. Enjolras's mother and Eponine began getting down.
"Now then, Enjy," said his mother. "You must come home immediately to clean your room. It smells awful in there!"
"But Enjolras owes us ice cream!" protested Joly. There were other complaints throughout the crowd.
"Enjolras will give you ice cream after he cleans his room," said Enjolras's mother. But Enjolras didn't want to go home.
"Look Mom, it's um, Denzel Washington!" he lied.
"WHERE?" his mother gasped.
"Um, that way! Run, Mom, run! I'm right behind you!" Enjolras's mother ran off. Enjolras let out a sigh of relief.
"Phew! That was close!" he exclaimed.
"Where's our ice cream!" demanded Grantaire. Enjolras gasped. He had forgotten that ice cream hadn't been invented yet!