The next day Melanie was home alone. Her parents had gone out to the grocery store. She was sitting upstairs writing fanfics. A/N: How am I supposed tp know what she does? She heard a knock on the door. She ran downstairs and looked out the window on top of the door. She saw a pair of blue eyes staring back at her. She wasn't expecting anyone, but she opened the door anyway.
"Hello," greeted Enjolras. Melanie said nothing.
"Do you speak French?" asked Combeferre.
"You're.......You're........" Melanie stammered.
"We're what" asked Courfeyrac impatiently.
"You're LES AMIS DE L'ABC!" Melanie managed.
"Yes......." said a startled Joly.
"How do you know?" questioned Fueilly. "And do you have any ceiling tiles?"
"Yes," Melanie told him. "Why do you want to know?"
"He's taken up counting them," Jehan told her.
"Ok......."
"Look, are you going to let us in, or are we going to have to stand on your porch all day?" Asked Grantiare. Melanie's porch was small. It could barely fit the eight boys.
"Oh, sure." Melanie led them into the living room, where they sat on her sofas. The room was still a mess from the previous night. "Where are the rest of Les Amis? What are you doing here? How the hell did you get here? Why do you speak English?" Every question she wanted to ask them leaked out at once.
"So many questions. Which one to answer first?" Enjolras pondered.
"How about answering them in the same order she asked them?" suggested Combeferre.
"I want to answer!" said Marius.
"Go ahead," Enjolras sighed leaning his head against the sofa.
"Ok. What were the questions again?"
"Oy vey," muttered Enjolras and Melanie simultaneously, reminding Melanie of Kat and Caroline.
"Why don't I answer?" suggested Combeferre.
"Be my guest," said Enjolras.
"Alright. The rest of us are back at the café. I have no clue why we're here. I think we got here through a rip in the time-space continuum," he paused and looked very pleased with himself.
"Big words......." noted Marius.
Combeferre nodded and continued "I thought we were speaking French."
"No, you're speaking English," Melanie assured him.
"Are you sure?"
"Look! I've spoken English for about 12 years, I know what it sounds like!" There was an awkward silence.
"I"m beginning to like her," Enjolras stated. Melanie looked extremely pleased with herself.
"I guess our language changed when we fell through the hole in space-time continuous thingy," said Marius.
"A rip in the time-space continuum," Combeferre corrected. "Besides that I think you're right."
"There's a sentence I never thought I'd here," said Melanie, amazed.
"What?" asked Joly.
"'Marius is right.' "
"Same here," muttered all of Les Amis.
"Why are you eight here? Why didn't you bring Eponine, or Cosette, OR VALJEAN????? " asked Melanie. "Or maybe the rest of Les Amis." she suggested.
"Because." Grantiare stated.
"Because why?"
"Does it look like I know?"
"Not really."
"Then why are you asking me?"
"I don't know!"
"I remember what happened," Feuilly said. "We heard a noise, and Joly went to investigate. We heard Joly scream, then Combeferre, Enjolras, Grantiare, Marius, Courfeyrac, Jehan, and I went to investigate. Then we fell through a wall, and ended up in an old abandoned building. Then a ceiling tile fell on Grantiare."
A/N: This is weird. I'm typing 'Revolution Rock' while listening to 'Revolution Rock'. I"m scared.
