A/N: I'm excited for this new story! This is my second fanfic EVER and hopefully this time everything will be more organized! Disclaimer: I do not own Les Mis yet, but the rights for it would be a really good birthday present wink, wink, nudge, nudge. And yes, it is weird that they all have old French names and they are modern day New Yorkers, but let's just go with it Oh and also I don't own Stardust diner, but it's a real place. It's a little different than how I'm describing it. Oh, and I couldn't help it, I made the Les Amis Starkid fans… Or some of them. NO REGRETS. Oh and also see if you can spot the Super 8 reference! This is a NY modern day AU, enjoy!

Enjolras loved routine so dearly that he craved it. Consistently, he woke up at 6 a.m. every morning, got dressed, grabbed a coffee, arrived early at school, went to the Café Musain to work on homework and grab another coffee, go home, read, eat, sleep, repeat. On the weekends, he liked to hang out with his verging on psychotic friends. Living life in New York was fast paced and it suited Enjolras to a tee with his hundred mile an hour life.

However, when his friends, Les Amis as they called themselves, demanded that he accompany them to this diner with singer waiters that he had never been to before on a school night, it was not surprising when he downright refused.

"I have no interest in accompanying you at all," he assured his friends. There was a time when Enjolras lived and breathed song, but he couldn't stand music anymore. As a child, his mother had put him in various pageants and his talent would be singing. He had a nice voice, but his years as a pageant boy soured his taste in music. His uncle was a renown Broadway scout and would often drag him to musicals that he despised as well.

"You should come! Our friend Eponine is a waiter there, and it would be nice if we all went to go hear her sing. You remember Eponine, right?" Grantaire asked. Enjolras stared his friend down.

"I do not recall an Eponine," Enjolras shrugged. He hardly paid attention to anyone in the female gender, it was expected that he would forget Eponine. They had never formally met anyways, to him she was probably just part of the background; always there but never important enough to stand out.

"You would probably recognize her face. C'mon, will you just come with us?" Courfeyrac begged. They were all worried for Enjolras; he was the brightest guy they knew but he was destined to die a single cat man or something. Enjolras hadn't been on a date since... ever, and he would never take a break from studying that was long enough that actually allowed him to meet a girl.

"There is a major history test in three days, if I go to dinner tonight do you think I will pass it?" Enjolras asked irritated.

"Of course you're gonna pass the test- with flying colors too," Combeferre said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"No, I'm not going," Enjolras deadpanned. Les Amis groaned simultaneously when Enjolras buried his nose in his textbook.

"Up we go, big boy," Grantaire said, literally dragging Enjolras out of his chair and across the floor. Enjolras was not amused.

"Get off me! I demand you stop this at once!" Enjolras snarled yanking himself away from his friend. Grantaire shrugged at his friends as though to say 'I tried.'

"Let's compromise, then. You can bring your textbook to the diner and study there. We are going to support Eponine, and you should too. Even though you don't know her, you should at least try. She's our friend too," Joly sighed. Enjolras took a moment to eye each one of his friends' hopeful faces. He slammed down his textbook in defeat.

"If I get less than an 'A' on this test, I will come back and personally murder all of you. This is college, my friends; we can't afford to slack off!" he scolded pushing in his chair. Triumphantly, the Les Amis swaggered out of the café with Enjolras scowling after them.

"Do you know what songs Eponine is going tonight?" Legles asked.

"No, she never tells us!"

"I hope she took my suggestion of 'It's Raining Men.' That would be freaking beautiful," Grantaire laughed.

"I told her to sing 'Stutter' from A Very Potter Musical."

"What the actual heck is A Very Potter Musical."

"Don't worry about it, she refused to sing it anyways."

Enjolras could already feel the headache coming on. He did love his friends as though they were his brothers, but sometimes he just wished they would leave him alone. Their intentions may have been good, but Enjolras wanted nothing more than to sit at the café and study.

"Don't worry, it is a short walk to the Stardust Diner."

Enjolras just grumbled in response. It was getting colder outside, and the crisp air hit Enjolras square on causing him to wrap his red sweatshirt tightly around him. Weak bits of sunlight poured over the tall buildings as the sun began to set casting long shadows. Enjolras knew where the Stardust Diner was, he had past it many times previously, but never had he dined there before. It had always seemed loud and obnoxious to him.

"Enjolras, stop being such a grouch! Loosen up a little bit!" Bahorel scolded.

"Be glad I am coming. Couldn't this wait for the next weekend after our history test?" Enjolras whined.

"There's always going to be another test or quiz or project. Just live in the moment and suck it up. You're going to love the Stardust Diner," Grantaire assured.

Five minutes of walking later, they finally arrived at their destination. Thankfully, there wasn't a line yet since they had arrived early enough, and the group was promised a seat almost immediately. Enjolras' scowl deepened as he stood under the bright and irritating neon colors in the sign that read Ellen's Stardust Diner. They entered a door that led to a waiting area that was placed before another door that led to the restaurant.

Grantaire had his face pressed against the window of the second window and tried to peek inside.

"Look, Eponine's singing!" he shouted excitedly. All of Les Amis lit up and anxiously entered the restaurant to hear their friend sing. Enjolras reluctantly followed them inside with his nose still buried in his text book. However, the second he passed through the threshold and the sound of music reached his ears, Enjolras slowly lowered his book to pay full attention to the girl singing. The song, Copacabana, was already more than halfway finished. The girl, Eponine he supposed, looked about his age with long dark curls cascading down her back and bright pink star shaped sunglasses on top her head. She wore a uniform of black shorts and a pink shirt with a single, thin black stripe stretching from the top to bottom of the shirt. Her scuffed up black converse balanced on the top of the booths in the center of the room that she used as a makeshift stage. Listening to her voice, Enjolras couldn't recall hearing anything more entertaining. She was truly a talented singer, but she did lack the passion that was necessary to be a star. The song didn't reach her eyes and her smile looked somewhat fake. Whenever she opened her mouth to sing, Enjolras noticed that dimples formed in her cheeks. Now that he thought about it, her face did look quite familiar; he recognized her from the café.

Eponine looked down and noticed Les Amis sitting behind her she winked at them but made no other signs of acknowledgment. She finished the song about the Copacabana and earned a respective applause from her audience. The atmosphere of the diner was upbeat, but Enjolras thought it was mostly annoying.

"Before George sings next, I would like to talk a little about our waiters. Every single staff member working here who is wearing this fun outfit has an extraordinarily talented voice, if I do say so myself. We are all aspiring Broadway performers who are starting out here as we audition for various roles. Over the last couple years we have sent 15 singing waiters off to Broadway to fulfill their dreams, and hopefully some of us will follow them there!" she exclaimed, flashing a disarming grin. Eponine hopped down from the booths with her Converse landing on the floor with a thud.

"Hey boys, I'm glad you made it!" Eponine said with a hopeful smile as she approached Les Amis.

"We wouldn't miss it for the world, Ep. You were fantastic," Courfeyrac flirted. Eponine rolled her eyes at him and Enjolras bopped Courfeyrac on the head, yet his eyes never left his textbook. It was a talent of his.

"Thank you. Have you all decided what you want to drink?" she asked clicking her pen. All the boys nodded thirstily, they did have to walk a long distance to get to the diner after all. The boys voiced their orders, and Eponine scribbled them down quickly.

"I think we are ready to order as well," Combeferre said, and everyone grunted in agreement. Around Enjolras, the boys were calling out their orders left and right, but Enjolras hadn't looked at the menu yet. Quickly, his eyes snapped downward as he surveyed the options. This restaurant literally had everything from burgers to pizza to tacos to Buffalo wings.

"Um… I'll have the chicken pot pie," Enjolras said quickly when it was his turn. Eponine was about to move on to the next boy for the next order, but she paused when she saw Enjolras.

"Wait a second! Wait a hot second, have I met you before?" she asked Enjolras with genuine curiosity.

"I don't believe I've ever properly met you, but I've seen you at the Café Musain before. I'm friends with these creeps," Enjolras explained.

"Oh, well, I'm Eponine," she said with an even brighter smile.

"I'm Enjolras."

"And I'm Grantaire. Now Eponine stop talking to Enjolras, he's the most boring stick I've ever met, and get on with our orders. I'm hungry!"

"Careful, never sass the person who handles your food," Eponine threatened Grantaire.

"There are health regulations! Eponine you cannot joke about something like that!" Joly shouted. Eponine sent him a death glare that shut him up.

Eponine shifted her attention away from Enjolras to take the next Amis' order.

Later, when everyone was finishing eating, it was Eponine's turn to sing again. Enjolras, for the first time since he had ordered his food, looked up from his textbook to watch her. This time Prouvaire had selected the song, and knowing him it was probably something stupid like 'The Last Unicorn' or 'The Window.' The music started and Eponine began to tap her foot, and Enjolras realized the song wasn't that stupid at all.

All along it was a fever
A cold sweat hot-headed believer
I threw my hands in the air, said show me something
He said, if you dare come a little closer

Round and around and around and around we go
Ohhh ohhh now tell me now tell me now tell me now you know

With his mouth on the ground, Enjolras couldn't believe the change in the girl before him. She had sounded great during 'Copacabana,' but something changed within her when she sang 'Stay.' No longer was she singing with her voice, but with her heart instead. She was completely wrapped up in the slow pace of the song, and she wasn't acting for this song; her emotions were 100% real. Enjolras involuntarily blushed when Eponine stared at him for a second too long as she sang. Unfortunately for him, most of Les Amis noticed this.

"Did the marble man just blush?" Grantaire whispered just low enough so Enjolras couldn't hear. Combeferre just laughed it off thinking Grantaire was making a joke. However, Prouvaire grinned smugly when he noticed his friend did indeed have a blush creeping up his neck and colored the tips of his ears and cheeks thanks to his song selection. He hadn't meant to make Enjolras blush or anything; Prouvaire just honestly loved the song.

Not really sure how to feel about it
Something in the way you move
Makes me feel like I can't live without you
It takes me all the way
I want you to stay

Enjolras felt like a child gazing longingly at a desirable toy, and he knew he probably looked ridiculous, yet he didn't quite care. There was something special about Eponine's voice that circled around him and mesmerized him. It was soft but rough, passionate yet gentle.

Oohh the reason I hold on
Oohh cause I need this hole gone
Funny you're the broken one but I'm the only one who needed saving
Cause when you never see the light it's hard to know which one of us is caving

"I didn't know the quiet girl in the corner of the café could sing so well," Enjolras commented to anyone who was listening.

"What did we tell you? Aren't you glad you we made you come?" Courfeyrac asked. Enjolras just nodded in response and then went silent so he could listen to the song.

Not really sure how to feel about it
Something in the way you move
Makes me feel like I can't live without you
It takes me all the way
I want you to stay..!
Stay...
I want you to stay, oohh oohh

There was one silent second when the last note faded into nothing before the entire diner burst into ear shattering plaudits, Enjolras clapping louder than most.

"Did you enjoy that song, Prouvaire? Tell me, did I do Rihanna justice?" Eponine asked lightly. Prouvaire shook his head enthusiastically.

"You sang that a million times better than Rihanna! No offense, Rihanna," Prouvaire responded eagerly. Eponine looked pleased at the comment. All the Amis congratulated her, with the exception of Enjolras who had his nose buried in his textbook again. Typical Enjolras. Yet, his actions seemed forced, in a way, as though it were so routine for him to read that his neck had starting to bend that way.

"I think Enjolras liked the song, and I'm sure he would tell you good job if he could pull his nose out of his textbook," Grantaire said rolling his eyes. Enjolras had submerged himself in the ancient world of France from an era long before his own, and had blocked out everything around him.

"Gosh, he looks so boring. Do you guys ever get tired of him?" Eponine teased as she attempted the balance her pen between her lips and nose. If Enjolras heard the comment, he didn't acknowledge it. Even though he thought her singing voice was the most alluring and angelic sound he had ever heard, he labeled Eponine overall unimportant and therefore stopped paying attention to her.

"You have no idea!" Grantaire laughed, slapping Enjolras on the back. Enjolras didn't even flinch; he was the man of marble after all.

"Are you guys ready for the check?" she asked quickly when she saw the head waiter glaring at her for taking too long. The boys nodded and Eponine scampered away.

"Enjolras, you were being rude… again," Prouvaire sighed as he turned to face his friend. He groaned when he realized Enjolras hadn't even been listening to him. He had to repeat his sentence twice before Enjolras finally looked up.

"I was being rude when?" he asked with slight indifference in his voice. Prouvaire just shook his head.

"While you were off in la la land, you completely ignored Eponine after her performance. You should have said something to congratulate her or thank her for her music," Grantaire explained briefly. Enjolras just offered the man a semi-death glare and returned to his reading.

"I tried, I tried. I just thought maybe Eponine had started to crack through his guarded exterior- I mean did you see him blush?- and I thought maybe he would finally get a happy ending with a woman. And God knows Eponine deserves love in her life after all the hardships she has gone through," Grantaire commented to be greeted with grunts of approval from the other Les Amis.

"Eponine's voice can have that effect on people, making them momentarily let down their guards, but I think we were just reading too much into it. Remember little Enjolras' singing days as a child? Those days have taught him to appreciate good, live music," Combeferre added, chuckling at the thought of seven year old Enjolras being forced to participate in pageants by his overbearing mother. He and Grantaire did them together, but unlike Enjolras, Grantaire chose to take part in them.

"Hey, those pageants were fun!" Grantaire defended. "We got to dress up and sing songs and win prizes!"

Les Amis weren't sure if he was being serious or not, but they all cracked up at the thought of Grantaire and Enjolras prancing around a stage singing 'Kumbaya.' Those two had a messed up childhood.

"I am thankful every day that my mother never made me go to a pageant," Courfeyrac shuddered.

"Haters gonna hate," Grantaire snapped.

"Potatoes gonna potate," Bahorel added stupidly.

Eponine returned to the table with a check in hand to hear a conversation about how pageants were actually a good way to spend one's time.

"And the girls at the pageants sent my little seven year old heart fluttering!" Grantaire bellowed.

"Should I be worried?" Eponine asked as she cautiously set the check down.

"No, they are always like this," Enjolras spoke surprising everyone.

"So he can talk!" Eponine exclaimed sarcastically.

"You know I can talk, I talked to you earlier," Enjolras deadpanned. Sometimes he was so painfully clueless it was embarrassing.

"I see…" she said slowly before walking away.

"You're an idiot," Joly stated.

"Unlikely; I am the most intelligent one here," Enjolras said dismissively.

"Are you joking? Enjolras, you're embarrassing us in front of Eponine! She may seem kind of normal right now, but she's actually the scariest woman I know. She will have no problem viciously murdering you," Combeferre whispered worriedly.

"I'll make the pain last as long as possible," Eponine added seriously as she reappeared at the table.

"Jesus, Ep! You scared me!" Combeferre said looking concerned for his life.

"I do have that effect on people don't I? Speaking of ruthlessly murdering people, Grantaire, you have exactly three days to return my sonic screwdriver or I will find you and kill you and eat your firstborn child," Eponine threatened. Grantaire laughed, unfazed by her menacing tone.

"I'll bring it back to you, I promise," Grantaire laughed casting Eponine a mock terrified glance as she left with the check.

"I am starting to understand why you think she is frightening," Enjolras commented with a bored tone. Feuilly nearly jumped ten feet out of his chair upon hearing Enjolras speak.

"Has he been here the whole time?" Feuilly squeaked.

"Yes, I've been hear the whole time," Enjolras said rolling his eyes.

"Your obsession with studying, and I'm saying this as a friend, concerns me... and my mother," Prouvaire said drawing his eyebrows together.

"Whatever. I can't believe I am admitting this to all of you, but I have to say I actually somewhat enjoyed myself tonight, so congratulations," Enjolras said shrugging. Les Amis whopped and hollered at what they considered a success. Little did they know this was the start of a whole new epoch for Enjolras, and the man we all know and love (but sometimes hate) is dying and a whole new man will emerge from the ashes ready to conquer the world.

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Grantaire didn't even try to suppress his smirk when he read the text that Eponine sent him.

Ep: Who was that guy who came with u to the diner? I forgot his name

"Who are you texting to make you grin like that?" Courfeyrac asked Grantaire as he shoved him playfully. Grantaire looked up and flashed him the screen before replying. The two of them were at a bar, their go to spot on the weekends. Courf, being the flirt that he was, seemed to be talking up every girl that batted an eye in his direction. Unfortunately, nothing was working out for him.

"I was just texting Ep, and I think a certain marble man caught her eye! I've been hoping forever that someone good would-"

Courfeyrac snorted cutting Grantaire off. "I don't think Eponine is interested in him," he said pointing it to the screen, alit with a text.

Ep: Oh well I saw him at the café and he was studying. On a weekend. Then I asked him about it and he started yelling at me for not studying and I told him he was boring and he blew up in my face. Your friend sucks! How can you stand him?

"Ouch," was all Grantaire had to say.

A/N: Enjolras is a goober. I hope you enjoyed the start to my new story! Feel free to PM just to chat about Les Mis or even another fandom like Starkid or Doctor Who or Sherlock or Harry Potter or something I love to fangirl with others (I don't bite…). Thanks and see ya next chapter hopefully! Oh, and did you guys see the Super 8 reference? Anyways, I wasn't going to post this for another week but I decided to post it now, and I might be able to post the next chapter tomorrow or so but after that nothing will be up for a week sad stuff. Oh well, HAPPY SUMMER!