A/N: Okay, so the barricade chapters are approaching. With the barricade, it's going to be a mixture of the book, play/movie, and my own ideas. So, be prepared for a couple of changes with it.

Éponine sighed. Spring had arrived in Paris, and the flowers were in bloom. The plans for the revolution were in full swing. The guns were being prepared, and revolution groups everywhere were ready. Éponine sat next to Grantaire.

"So, has Enjolras's kissing improved?" Grantaire asked her.

"Eh, he still goes super stiff every time I kiss him. You'd think he'd be used to it by now," Éponine joked. Éponine and Grantaire had become friends as the month wore on. She had even let him call her 'Ponine, a name reserved only for Marius or Enjolras.

"Tell me about it," said Grantaire. "Something up, 'Ponine? You seem angrier than usual."

"Courfeyrac is just being Courfeyrac," Éponine said. "Making inappropriate jokes and noises since 1807."

Grantaire laughed. "Yeah, that's Courfeyrac…what's Gavroche doing here?"

Éponine frowned as the young boy entered the room and ran over to Enjolras. The two talked briefly, and Enjolras's face turned stony.

"Gav?" Éponine asked, confused. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm a messenger," he said, rather proudly. But then his face dropped. Éponine turned to Enjolras, who had stood up.

"General Lamarque is dead!" he cried out, and everyone immediately shut up. "His funeral will be held on June 5th. That day, we will start the revolution. We'll honor his name and make the people rise up. The spark we have been waiting for is here."

"Let us make our final preparations in haste! For once we start the revolution, we will not turn back!" said Combeferre.

Everyone stood up and cheered. There was a flurry of movement. Before, the students had regarded the revolution as something off into the distance. But now, there was a date. There was an event. There was a plan.

Enjolras walked over to Éponine.

"Please don't come." He said.

"Why not?" replied Éponine, crossing her arms.

"It's not safe," said Enjolras.

"For me? It's not safe for you guys either. Oh, is it become I'm a girl? Enjolras, speaker of equal rights of men."

"People could die, and you don't even know how to fight."

"Says who? Besides, I can teach myself in time."

"Yes, and you'll fight in a dress," mocked Enjolras. Everyone was watching their fight.

"I'll disguise myself as a boy, then!" cried out Éponine.

"No, Éponine! You are not coming! It's dangerous!"

"I will come!" shouted Éponine, her fists balled.

"I'm going," said Gavroche, a second later realizing that he shouldn't have said that.

Éponine got even madder. "You're letting my little brother fight?! And you still won't let me?!"

"It's not like that. Gavroche is—"

"What?! Gavroche is what exactly?!"

Enjolras sighed. "Fine! Fight, if you want!" He turned and stormed out.

Grantaire turned to Éponine. "You know, he just wants you safe. People will die; it's a revolution for crying out loud. And he loves you too much. He wants to protect you."

"I can protect myself," said Éponine, turning away.

"I know that 'Ponine," said Grantaire, tiredly.

The other boys nodded at Éponine, to let her know that they respect her decision to fight. Éponine nodded back and left. She needed to be prepared.