Chapter 3

Mid-June of 1831

The large building we went to was called Musain. The first floor was covered with dirty middle aged men, all looking quite drunk. I was relieved that it wasn't where we were going. Still holding onto my hand, Gavroche led me up the stairs. It wasn't the fanciest place but it wasn't bad either.

Gavroche pulled me over to were Grantaire was, and offered me a slug of his 'new' drink. "No thank you, monsieur." Pushing the bottle away from my face. "She speaks!"

"Yeah, Allison you've been real quiet." Gavroche said. "Sorry, I'm the type of person that doesn't speak unless spoken to…" It was getting loud in the café. It looked like the boys were either doing homework or having conversations; laugher was beginning to echo out my ears.

I sat on the wooden chair talking to Gavroche and Grantaire for god knows how long til Grantaire's speech was slurred. A few seconds after, I noticed and extremely thin girl, dressed in rags at the end of the stairs.

She was looking straight at me, before saying in a timid voice, "Do you mind getting Monsieur Marius for me s'il vous plaît ?" "Sure thing Miss…uh" "Eponine" "Right, excusez-moi" As I stood up and took maybe three steps I realized something. I don't know who Marius is…. I turned around to see Gavroche point to the boy I saw earlier with all the freckles. He was right across from Enjolras.

Why am I so nervous. I don't even know the guy!

I walked up behind him softly, "Excusez-moi, Monsieur?" Him and 6 faces turned to look at me, I could feel my face turn red. "M-Mademoiselle Eponine is looked for you t the bottom of the stairs?" Dear God its painful to talk to strangers. I swear I could hear a drunk Grantaire snickering from across the room. "Oh? Thank you Ma'am." He smiled, stood up and walked away.

….I'm still being stared at….

And this is the part where I walk away.

I sat back down next to Gavroche, I stared at the floor. Just when I thought I could look up I saw that Enjolras was still looking straight at me. Well time to hide in my bangs! Grantaire seemed to notice the tension. He looked at me with his drunk smile and said "You aren't shy are you?" He says loud enough for the whole room- no the building to hear. My face turned even redder.

"C'mon Grantaire, leave tha la'y alone." Gavroche pipes in. Yeah go back to your bottle.

It was beginning to get dark out. Since I don't feel like being raped and or killed tonight I asked, "Gavroche should we get back 'home'? It's starting to get dark." "Aw but we just got 'ere!" "2 hours ago." He sighed. This time I was the one that grabbed his hand and began to walk towards the stairs.

I was ready to open the door when I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was him. Christ..

He still had that completely straight face on and asked me, "Your coming back right?" Wha-What? "Uhm, I, uh, I don't know Monsieur." Curse my continuous blush.

"Well, we hope to have you and Monsieur Gavroche back sometime soon." He gave me a light smile then walked back upstairs. I stood there for what seemed like hours not knowing what to do…

"Uh You coming Allison?" Gavroche tugged at my hand, than harder until I was out the door, walking down the street mindlessly with him.

Honestly I don't know if I'm taking this too fast or slow or if everything's sunshine and buttercups in the world. OH WELL ILL DEAL WITH IT. Every time you guys review it saves a baby deer from getting kicked in the face 8D PLZTHNXS