CHAPTER 3

~Eponine's POV~

I spring up from my bed, extremely unlike I did yesterday and walk over to my small closet. I'm experiencing the weirdest feeling ever: I'm not dreading school. how could I when I have such good friends? And there's Marius… I grin at the thought of him.

I quickly get changed into dark black jeans, a plain forest green top and the same cheap converse as I wore yesterday. I don't have that many clothes or shoes, but I don't mind; there are far more important things. I grab my brush and carefully try to tame my wild brown tangles. I grin when my hair is finally tat free and quickly tie it into the neatest ponytail that I can, not taking too long.

I walk downstairs into the kitchen, to see Zelma and Gav sitting at the table, eating burnt toast. "You've both got yourselves up, it's a miracle," I mock.

Azelma simply turns her head to look at me and glares, but Gavroche gives me one of those innocent smiles that only someone so young could give and says, "We're not lazy like you Eppy."

I smile at him and walk over to him, ruffling his hair. "So who made this… unique toast?" I ask, suppressing laughter.

Gavroche laughs and points to Azelma.

"I like my toast burnt," she objects, before any other accusations could be made.

"Well I don't," interjects Gavroche, hitting his hard, burnt toast on the table, which makes a loud thudding noise. "It's barely ateable, it's like a rock."

I laugh again, mainly because of Azelma's venomous glares, which she shoots at Gavroche first, then me when she hears my laughter. I raise my hands up in surrender and tell her that I'm not really hungry anyway, so I'll pass on the toast.

"Ponine-" she starts, but stops when we hear a car parking, the front door opening and an all too familiar stomping in our direction.

Father.

He steps into the kitchen, grinning at us as if he's drunk –which he probably is. Mother isn't with him, I'm not entirely sure if that's a good or a bad thing.

Either way, I don't have time for this. I grab Gavroche and Azelma by the collars of their shirts, rougher than I had intended and pull them out of the house before father can do anything. None pf us say anything once we're out. We don't need to.

We just walk towards the bus stop, knowing that its far too early and that there will be an almost unbearable long wait. But it won't be too bad, it could be worse. Gav runs off to his bus stop, leaving me and Zelma at ours. She gives me a look that shows either anger or sadness. Probably both.

"At least it's not—" I begin, attempting to get rid of her grimace, but am interrupted when, as if on cue, it begins to rain. "Never mind," I mutter angrily. This kind of thing only happens to me.

After about ten minutes of standing here, a silver car stops in front of us and the driver pulls his window down.

"Bonjour Mademoiselles," the blonde driver says, in a very bad fake French accent.

Azelma looks confused, but I say, "Bonjour Monsieur Enjolras," in an even worse fake French accent.

"I thought my French accent was bad," he states, smirking.

"It was," I reply, opening the door to the other front seat and stepping in. "Thanks for the ride," I say, not leaving a pause for him to decline giving me a ride. He opens his mouth to say something, but stops and closes it. "Oh and Azelma too, you are far too generous Enjy."

Azelma hesitantly gets into the back seat, probably feeling very uncomfortable.

"So why are you too at the bus stop so early?" he asks.

Azelma and I exchange a glance.

"We thought that the walk to the bus stop would take longer," I reply, feeling satisfied with my excuse. I turn to Azelma, who gives me a slight nod.

"Okay," is all that Enjolras replies with. He seemed to believe it. "We could drive around for a while, go to the café Musain, or go to school very early," he states.

Me and Zelma exchange another glance, but this one completely unlike the first.

"Musian," we both reply simultaneously. Enjolras chuckles and agrees.

After a very short drive, we get out of the car and go into the Musain, which is only about two minutes away from the school.

Once we get in, Enjolras offers to pay for drinks, I decline and Azelma accepts. I give her arm a slight punch. Enjolras goes up to order and I reach into my pocket and take out my two dollar lunch money. No lunch today.

I wish I could skip this, but I don't want Enjolras to know I'm poor. I don't want his pity.

I decide to order a chocolate milkshake, as I've become quite obsessed with them lately.

Enjolras comes back to the table that Zelma and I are sitting at and sits down, putting the tray that he was carrying in the middle of the table. On the tray is, a coffee, a strawberry smoothie, a chocolate milkshake and three blueberry muffins. I give a small gasp.

"Enjy," I groan, using the nickname that I know he hates. "I told you that I can order for myself." I put the two dollars back in my pocket, secretly thankful in a way.

"I know, but this is my treat," he says, setting the chocolate milkshake and a muffin in front of me. "Please tell me you'll take them," he adds with a slight groan.

I smile. "Fine, bit an even more important question: how did you know these are my favourites?" I raise an eyebrow as high as I can, trying to make it look comical.

He shrugs, "Lucky guess."

"Lucky guess my—" Azelma begins to shout, but is stopped by Enjolras' hand covering her mouth.

Zelma bites his hand.

I try to telepathically slap her. I can't. Enjolras lets out an odd noise. Okay, maybe this is a little funny.

"I told him," Zelma finishes. Enjolras shoots her a playful glare and I laugh at them both. I'm glad that my sister and one of my best friends both get along so well already… kind of. I hope she gets along well with Marius too.

"Oh god!" I suddenly exclaim, checking my watch. "We're gonna be late!"

"Ugh, hurry up," Enjolras groans, leading us back outside. Zelma takes the front seat this time. I glare at her and sit in the back.

We arrive at school just in time. I give a sigh of relief and Enjolras laughs. I can tell that he's relieved though, Grantaire and Marius told me that Enjolras is a workaholic and seem to often tease him about it.

We get out of the car and Enjolras makes fun of me for worrying too much. I lightly punch him in the stomach and stick out my tongue at him, which makes him laugh more.

Azelma elbows me in the arm, catching both mine and Enjolras' attention and she makes kissy faces at us, causing Enjolras to blush feverishly and me to laugh.

The three of us grin and walk into the school.

A/N

I know, I know, far too happy, right?

Cosette: I love happy things!

Me: *Face palm* Of course you do... anyway...

Marius: OMG! I like happy things too!

Me: ANYWAY! Don't worry, it will be less happy later.

Cosette: Noo!

Marius: Noo! Don't make Cosette sad ;(

Cosette: When Will I be in this story? *Raises eyebrow*

Me: *Sigh* Soon, now if I can please continue...

Grantaire: Drink with me!

Me: UGH! I give up! I'll try to update soon so-

Enjolras: Revolution time!

Me: That's it, get back in the closet.

All except me: Awwwwww