Chapter 6: Miracles Happen by Myra
"Love weakens the knees and clouds the mind, but what power lies behind this weakness?"
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In Café Musain, things were the same as always. Joly was with Bossuet in one corner, discussing his new imaginary illness. Grantaire was drinking again. Combeferre, Feuilly and Enjolras were making battle plans. Bahorel and Jean Prouvaire were having a friendly argument with Courfeyrac between them.
[A/N: for those who can understand, the term 'nagbabangayan' fits better]
'When will something new happen around here?' Courfeyrac thought as he looked around. Soon, he caught sight of the window. Eponine was there. He gave his friends a polite nod and went out to follow her. He got his wish. He wanted something new to happen and there it was.
"Eponine," He called. She turned to look at him, expecting it to be Monsieur Marius. When she saw that it was Courfeyrac, she hid her disappointment in a smile.
"Hello Courfeyrac! Have you seen Marius?" He asked.
"I was hoping he was with you."
"Let's go inside. It's freezing out here." Courfeyrac led her inside the café and pulled out a chair for her. She gratefully sat down beside him. "So, where did you come from?"
Bahorel and Prouvaire stopped the argument so they could talk with Courfeyrac and Eponine.
"The rue Plumet," Eponine replied.
They flashed her a questioning look. "Only the rich people live there. You don't know anyone who lives there." Prouvaire stated.
"Actually, yes. Marius sent me to talk to a woman he likes who lives there. I was hoping he's here so I can take him there. Cosette wants to meet him." Eponine smiled and started to look around for Marius. She caught a glimpse of Enjolras and Combeferre. Combeferre and Feuilly smiled and waved at her; she smiled back. Enjolras scowled at her and went back to writing.
Eponine looked back at her friends. "What's wrong with Enjolras? I apologized already."
Courfeyrac looked at Enjolras. "He's always like that. Maybe he thought that you wanted him to turn his attention to you."
Eponine shot him a questioning look. "Excuse me? I don't even know him. Why would he think that?"
"He thinks you're just like every girl who would be annoyance to him." Bahorel replied.
"Yes, he was very irritated when he told us about the incident when you stole his wallet." Courfeyrac added.
"I will NEVER understand men," Eponine concluded.
They were silent for a while.
Suddenly, she felt very awkward. "I'm sorry, I have to go now."
"Do you have to?" Courfeyrac asked. "Stay." He insisted.
She glanced at the wall clock. It was 5.00 PM. "Hope I can, but my mother said I have to be home before she does and she's bound to arrive soon."
"Oh... Will I see you tomorrow?" Courfeyrac flashed her a hopeful smile. Eponine returned the smile.
"I'll try. I have to go. See you soon." She left. Courfeyrac stared after her. Soon, he caught Prouvaire and Bahorel looking and laughing at him.
"What?" He asked.
"You like her, don't you?" Prouvaire teased.
"Maybe, I don't know."
"What did you just ask her?" Bahorel asked.
"To see her again tomorrow. Something wrong with that?"
"No..." They paused dramatically to find the perfect words. "Can we ask why?"
"To help her," He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
They nodded and went back to their argument.
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"There's something important I want to talk to you about, Enjolras." Courfeyrac started.
"What is it?" Enjolras asked.
"I was talking to Eponine a while ago..." he started.
Enjolras rolled his eyes. "I hadn't noticed."
"Well, she's asking why you are so mad at her."
"She's very irritating."
"You don't even know her."
"Look, her presence annoys me. Just seeing her reminds me of the time she stole from me. She doesn't even know me. What gives her the right to do that?"
"She was desperate. Can't you give her a break?"
"Let me think about it..." He paused dramatically. "No."
"Enjolras, how can you be this way? You're the leader of Les Amis de l'ABC and you want to protect the poor. And here comes a gamine and you shut her out?" Courfeyrac wanted to knock some sense into him.
"I didn't shut her out; I said she can stay provided that she doesn't bother me," Enjolras replied. Courfeyrac wasn't giving up. He won't stop defending Eponine until he got a decent answer, not a childish one. "She doesn't bother you; she stays away from you. In fact, I even suspect that she's afraid of you."
"Oh, she should be," Enjolras replied menacingly.
"Mark my words Enjolras, the day will come when you will badly need each other." Courfeyrac swore. Enjolras stood up to leave. "Right, over my dead body." He picked up his things and head for the door. Courfeyrac shook his head.
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A/N: This is half of part 1. It's too short, right? Don't worry. There's still part 2, 3 and 4. I'm already working on part 3.
"Love weakens the knees and clouds the mind, but what power lies behind this weakness?"
- - - - -
In Café Musain, things were the same as always. Joly was with Bossuet in one corner, discussing his new imaginary illness. Grantaire was drinking again. Combeferre, Feuilly and Enjolras were making battle plans. Bahorel and Jean Prouvaire were having a friendly argument with Courfeyrac between them.
[A/N: for those who can understand, the term 'nagbabangayan' fits better]
'When will something new happen around here?' Courfeyrac thought as he looked around. Soon, he caught sight of the window. Eponine was there. He gave his friends a polite nod and went out to follow her. He got his wish. He wanted something new to happen and there it was.
"Eponine," He called. She turned to look at him, expecting it to be Monsieur Marius. When she saw that it was Courfeyrac, she hid her disappointment in a smile.
"Hello Courfeyrac! Have you seen Marius?" He asked.
"I was hoping he was with you."
"Let's go inside. It's freezing out here." Courfeyrac led her inside the café and pulled out a chair for her. She gratefully sat down beside him. "So, where did you come from?"
Bahorel and Prouvaire stopped the argument so they could talk with Courfeyrac and Eponine.
"The rue Plumet," Eponine replied.
They flashed her a questioning look. "Only the rich people live there. You don't know anyone who lives there." Prouvaire stated.
"Actually, yes. Marius sent me to talk to a woman he likes who lives there. I was hoping he's here so I can take him there. Cosette wants to meet him." Eponine smiled and started to look around for Marius. She caught a glimpse of Enjolras and Combeferre. Combeferre and Feuilly smiled and waved at her; she smiled back. Enjolras scowled at her and went back to writing.
Eponine looked back at her friends. "What's wrong with Enjolras? I apologized already."
Courfeyrac looked at Enjolras. "He's always like that. Maybe he thought that you wanted him to turn his attention to you."
Eponine shot him a questioning look. "Excuse me? I don't even know him. Why would he think that?"
"He thinks you're just like every girl who would be annoyance to him." Bahorel replied.
"Yes, he was very irritated when he told us about the incident when you stole his wallet." Courfeyrac added.
"I will NEVER understand men," Eponine concluded.
They were silent for a while.
Suddenly, she felt very awkward. "I'm sorry, I have to go now."
"Do you have to?" Courfeyrac asked. "Stay." He insisted.
She glanced at the wall clock. It was 5.00 PM. "Hope I can, but my mother said I have to be home before she does and she's bound to arrive soon."
"Oh... Will I see you tomorrow?" Courfeyrac flashed her a hopeful smile. Eponine returned the smile.
"I'll try. I have to go. See you soon." She left. Courfeyrac stared after her. Soon, he caught Prouvaire and Bahorel looking and laughing at him.
"What?" He asked.
"You like her, don't you?" Prouvaire teased.
"Maybe, I don't know."
"What did you just ask her?" Bahorel asked.
"To see her again tomorrow. Something wrong with that?"
"No..." They paused dramatically to find the perfect words. "Can we ask why?"
"To help her," He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
They nodded and went back to their argument.
- - - - -
"There's something important I want to talk to you about, Enjolras." Courfeyrac started.
"What is it?" Enjolras asked.
"I was talking to Eponine a while ago..." he started.
Enjolras rolled his eyes. "I hadn't noticed."
"Well, she's asking why you are so mad at her."
"She's very irritating."
"You don't even know her."
"Look, her presence annoys me. Just seeing her reminds me of the time she stole from me. She doesn't even know me. What gives her the right to do that?"
"She was desperate. Can't you give her a break?"
"Let me think about it..." He paused dramatically. "No."
"Enjolras, how can you be this way? You're the leader of Les Amis de l'ABC and you want to protect the poor. And here comes a gamine and you shut her out?" Courfeyrac wanted to knock some sense into him.
"I didn't shut her out; I said she can stay provided that she doesn't bother me," Enjolras replied. Courfeyrac wasn't giving up. He won't stop defending Eponine until he got a decent answer, not a childish one. "She doesn't bother you; she stays away from you. In fact, I even suspect that she's afraid of you."
"Oh, she should be," Enjolras replied menacingly.
"Mark my words Enjolras, the day will come when you will badly need each other." Courfeyrac swore. Enjolras stood up to leave. "Right, over my dead body." He picked up his things and head for the door. Courfeyrac shook his head.
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A/N: This is half of part 1. It's too short, right? Don't worry. There's still part 2, 3 and 4. I'm already working on part 3.
