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Enjolras was not good at party planning, or setting up, or whatever Grantaire was making him do. He had started by going to buy ibuprofen for Grantaire's epic hangover headache, and that had transformed into cleaning his friend's house and making sure there was enough beer and then cooking. Enjolras was just…over it all.
Luckily, he was saved by the doorbell. He heard Grantaire running to get it, and had to stifle a snort as he heard a loud crashing noise and some very creative cursing. Enjolras figured that Grantaire probably couldn't open the door, so he walked over and got the door himself.
Outside were standing Marius and a blonde-haired girl in a pink dress. They came in, with friendly "hellos" and that was only when he noticed Eponine.
She had lingered behind them, and he noticed no little amount of pain in her dark eyes. She was wearing the same clothes that she had left his house in, and he noted that she was wearing his red jacket. "Hi, Enjolras." she said quietly. "What's wrong?" he asked, feeling awkward.
She sighed. "Marius and Cosette are the problems. And everything else. To be truthful, there's nothing in my life that's not a problem right now."
Enjolras couldn't help it, he felt a bit hurt. "Nothing?" he asked. A humorous glint appeared in her eyes. "Well, if you count as nothing, then yeah. But from what I've seen, you are far from nothing." she smiled a small smile that made her eloquent words even prettier.
Enjolras opened the door a bit wider. "So, 'Ponine, you coming in?"
She smiled and brushed past him to go inside the house.
"38, 39, 40! Ready or not, here I come!" came the voice of Jehan from the living room. Eponine was in the back of a closet, buried beneath some clothing that she guessed was Grantaire's, as it smelled strongly of brandy.
Eponine heard the footsteps of Jehan draw nearer, and then the closet door opened, flooding Eponine with light. She watched in silence as Jehan looked around her, and, seeing nothing, closed the door again.
This went on for about 20 minutes, until Eponine could hear a cacophony of voices from the living room. It seemed that she was the topic of conversation; most of what everyone was saying ranged from: "Where's Eponine?" to "Ponine can really hide."
Then, she heard another voice, and with a start, realized that it was Marius. "Let's not worry about 'Ponine. Let's play something else, and she'll come out sooner or later."
Eponine's eyes widened and tears began to form. That was when she heard another voice. "Eponine is your friend, Pontmercy. You may not think that, but she does. Perhaps you should look for her."
She realized that it was the voice of Enjolras she was hearing. For a moment, she smiled. Then, she realized that was how Marius had acted at the beginning too. Kind and sweet and lovely. Enjolras would just forget about her sooner or later. Marius had.
Eponine opened the closet door and marched down to the living room, where everyone fell silent. Hatred and sadness clear in her voice, she said: "Thanks, guys, for caring about me. That was sweet."
Then she put her boots on and was about to grab the red coat when she realized that like Marius, Enjolras was probably just as temporary and would hurt her just as much. So, she decided to forget him and Marius both.
Pointedly leaving the red coat hanging on its hook, she turned on her heel and strode out the door onto the street.
If she would have looked back, she would have seen the hurt look in Enjolras's eyes. If she would have looked back, she would have seen him sock Marius in the jaw, then grab his coat and run after her. If she would have looked back, she would have heard him yelling: "Ponine! Don't go!"
But she didn't look back.
Sorry this is a saddish one, but that's Les Miz for you. It'll get better soon. Also, this is not the climax! I hope this will be a very long story and this is just to shake things up. Bye Lovelies!