"What...?" Combeferre asks confusedly. "Well...will you help me to...you know" Combeferre ran his hand through his blonde hair. What should he say? Lord knows how Eponine had been crushing on Marius since forever and the boy had done nothing but bring her trouble and grief.
"I don't know, Marius..." But it seems that Pontmercy is very determined. "Please, Combeferre! Besides, you don't hold anything towards her, right?" Combeferre scrunched his eyebrows together. "...do you?" Marius asked somewhat accusingly. "What?! Of course not!"
"Well then, will you help me?" Combeferre sighed agitatedly. "Fine! I'll help you!" Marius throws his arms around Combeferre. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"Can't...breathe!" He gasped out. Marius let him go and smiled sheepishly. Combeferre straightened his outfit and shook his head before leaving Marius to go inside the café.
"I'll make sure to invite you in our wedding!" Marius calls. Combeferre shook his head.
He steps in into the café. Already, Enjolras made one of his speeches. There are few attendants, including some of the students from the university that some of them had invited.
Enjolras is standing on top of a table. The red flag was lain across it. He could see some of the newcomers nodding in approval. He smiled inwardly, nice to know that they finally see the injustices that'd been going around for quite some time.
Gavroche was sitting next to Courfeyrac. He would cheer in approval whenever Enjolras says something particularly stirring. The red, blue and white pin stucked to his coat.
His eyes searched the room for Eponine. Eponine is standing not too far behind from her brother. He could see Pontmercy snaked behind her and lightly tapped her shoulder.
Eponine turns around when she felt a hand softly weighed on her shoulder. "Oh, Monsieur Marius" She says with a sigh. She was relieved that at least it's not her father or one of his man. "Oh, sorry, did I startled you?" Eponine shrugs. "Well, one can never be too careful when one's living on the streets"
Marius frowns, he was about to say something but he was cutted off with cheers. Enjolras had finished his speech for the night and is already surrounded by the attendants. Eponine went over to sit on one of the bar stools.
"So, how'd you been doing?" Marius said, lowering down next to an availabe seat next to Eponine. "Oh, nothing much. Courfeyrac been teaching Gavroche how to read and write" Marius tilted his head. "What?" Eponine chuckles. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Marius smirks. "Oh, nothing. Believe me,"
They both went silent for a few seconds. Marius looking at Eponine with an amused interest. He propped his tilted head against his hands. "You always the one who always teases," He said out of the blue. "That, Monsieur, I do" Eponine raised the cup to her mouth and took a slow sip, letting the warmth spreads through her throat.
"I like it, though" Marius said nonchalantly. Eponine nearly choked on her drink, causing some of the ginger slipped out of her lips. "Pardon?" Marius shrugs, "I like the way you always tease" Marius smirks playfully.
"I like the way you talk, Monsieur" Eponine turns her head towards him, holding his gaze steadily with her own.
Eventually, Marius is the one breaking their stare-off. "But I think we all can agree we like Enjolras's way of talking better" He coughed out, his face flushing from Eponine's words.
"Well, there is no doubt on that one..." Eponine said absent-mindedly. "...Except the National Guard, or the richmen and the parliament, and let's not forget the King, besides we do trying to oppose him"
"That...is correct" Eponine grinned proudly. "I told you there's lots of things I know" Eponine said, stepping out into the chilly spring air. Combeferre, Courfeyrac and Gavroche already walking well in front of them.
Eponine had been aware of the hands that'd been leading her outside. She only flashed Marius a smile before running up to catch up with Combeferre, Courfeyrac and Gavroche.
"'Ponine, she knows her way around" Marius only stare from afar at the four retreating figures before going back to his own flat.
A/N: And...CUT! So, I know this isn't as long as I usually write, but there's more coming I promise you! So, I'll hold a voting, which one do you root for, Marius...or...Combeferre! You can vote by saying which one you pick in the review, and I'll count them next Friday! Remember! Bye!