June 5th was coming closer and closer. No one spoke of Éponine coming, and they all got to work, preparing the ammo. They drew up maps and plans, and Enjolras met with other revolutionary leaders. The days were racing by, and the students were all anxious.
The morning came, a nice clear day. Éponine arrived at the Musain café early, wearing pants, a blouse, an overcoat, and a cap to hide her hair. Enjolras glanced at her before sighing deeply. Everyone went to grab some pistols. They knew they were coming back to the café later, as this was going to be the place of their barricade. They put the rifles downstairs, where they can grab them easily.
They had some time before they had to leave, so they did some extra checks. Éponine went over to Enjolras.
"Hey, you okay?" she asked, worried.
Enjolras nodded swiftly, "Today's the day," he smiled. "We're going to show them once and for all that you don't mess with the people."
Éponine smiled and kissed his cheek. She left him to his thoughts, and went over to sit next to Grantaire.
"Are you seriously drunk, R?" she asked, incredulously.
"I'm always drunk," Grantaire said. "And this is only my third bottle."
Éponine snorted and took his bottle away. "You know, you and Enjolras are perfect for each other. You both won't let me get drunk."
Éponine rolled her eyes, "that's because we need you sober now. Get drunk after the revolution, but not during it, please. Speaking of me and Enjolras, how are you taking it?"
Grantaire shrugged.
"You can tell me. I do understand. Besides, I'm your friend. At least I don't make out with Enjolras all the time, like Cosette and Marius," Éponine said.
"True." Grantaire said. He sighed, "Alright, I'll tell you. Don't go running to Enjolras to mess everything up because you two are cute together. The way he looks at you…anyway, I guess I'm doing fine. Sometimes I do get jealous, but I'm happy for you. We both have had rough childhoods, and one of us should have something nice in our life. And that person turned out to be you. I'm also reminded that Enjolras does love you, and it's nice to see our fearless leader in love with an actual person. When's he's with you, he smiles. You know how hard it is to make him smile? We got two smiles out of him in his life, and then you walk by, and he's grinning like Marius. I do love him, and I want to see him happy. If he's going to be happy with you, that's fine."
Éponine smiled. "That's the reason I let go of Marius," she said sadly. "If your love is happy, that's all that matters. Don't worry, I'll take good care of Enjolras," she said, grinning.
"Just name your children after me," said Grantaire, which made them both laugh.
"If we ever have children," remarked Éponine. "We are entering a revolution after all."
Grantaire's face turned dark. "Don't remind me," he muttered.
"Let's go. Remember, don't attract any attention yet," Enjolras said. Everyone stood up and made their way outside. Éponine fell in step with Marius.
"What's wrong?" she asked him, noticing the creases on his forehead.
"Cosette's father decided that it wasn't safe to live here anymore. Besides, he doesn't like the fact that me and Cosette are in a relationship." Marius said, sadly.
"Oh, that stinks," said Éponine, frowning. "But at least she's safe."
Marius nodded, "I suppose so."
Cosette's father, Valjean, had been weary ever since the kidnapping. He had also been weary of Cosette seeing the young man. When the political trouble started, he decided it was time to move. Yet, he kept up with the news on the revolution. Although he didn't like Cosette running around with men, she loved this young gentleman. She had been upset ever since they left. The man was now caught up in the revolution. What if he died? Cosette would be devastated. Valjean decided, once they were settled in, to go check on him.
Back in Paris, revolutionary students were lining the street as Lamarque's body was wheeled by. Enjolras nodded at another revolutionary leader. That nod was a signal. Enjolras stepped out onto the street and cried, "People of Paris! Rise up and fight for your rights!"
The students all cheered as they raced out onto the street, screaming. The people joined in, and the police desperately tried to stop them. A shot fired in the crowd, and someone fell down, dead. This enraged the students even more. They began running down the street to the Musain café.
"Build the barricade!" shouted Enjolras. Chairs, tables, and other furniture were being thrown out and put in the middle of the street. Gavroche managed to get a glass door. More and more, their barricade was forming.