Hello, my lovelies! I have finally finished writing Chapter 8! (Drumroll please….) Anyway, without further adieu, here it is! Enjoy!
Enjolras ran through his family's mansion. He laughed, hide and seek was so much fun! He only had a few seconds to find a hiding spot…but where should he go? Ah hah! He had found the perfect spot. The door was cracked open just enough to allow entry, and so Enjolras slipped inside.
His mother's office was lit with a warm glow coming from the light that always sat on her mahogany desk. The windows were dark, the stars were out. His mother was talking to a boy of about 17, or so it seemed.
Enjolras ducked into a corner, no one would ever find him here! He was so pleased with his spot that he didn't notice when his mother said: "Gregory." Her voice was full of ice and knives. Enjolras jumped and said meekly: "Yes, Mother?"
That was when Enjolras realized that his mother was not talking to him at all, she was talking to the older boy. Enjolras poked his head out to hear the conversation. The older boy had flaxen hair that fell in disheveled curls. He was wearing a red jacket and tall boots.
"Gregory, you are a disgrace. Get out." said Enjolras's mother coldly. "I have done nothing wrong, Mother." the older boy, Gregory, said. Enjolras, still in hiding, became very confused. He had no brothers, only sisters. So who was this boy?
"You have brought shame on our entire family. Get out and I never, NEVER, want to see you again."
Gregory made a small, anguished, sound, but then turned around and walked toward the door. His curls hid most of his face, but Enjolras could see the deep blue eyes on Gregory, full of swirling emotion. Gregory walked out, leaving the door wide open.
Suddenly, a small, dark haired girl ran in. She ran over to Enjolras. "I found you, Enjy!" she said. Enjolras was confused. He didn't know this girl either! She was short, dark haired, with hazel eyes and a big grin. She looked about his age. "Who are you?" he asked.
She just smiled. "Oh, Enjy," she laughed. "Of course you don't know me! But for the record, I'm Eponine."
Enjolras woke in a cold sweat. He glanced around. Moonlight poured through his window, bathing the room in a grey glow. He breathed heavily, wiping sweat off of his forehead. "Why did I have to dream of that?" he murmured. "I never want to think about it again."
He checked the time: 1:30 AM. He sighed and lay back down, closing his drowsy eyes. But all he could think of was the dream. In truth, that was how it had happened. He had been kicked out of the house for something his mother claimed brought shame on every Enjolras. He had done nothing! All he had done was what he knew was right. He tried to stage a rebellion against the rapidly rising stock market on Wall Street, but the people hadn't joined him and it had ended up with Coufeyrac in the hospital for a week and Enjolras getting shot in the shoulder.
But all that was a year past. Enjolras and Coufeyrac and the others all went to high school and were normal sophomores. Enjolras lived on his own in a tiny apartment from the money he received from his online job. And all was well.
Sure, Enjolras hadn't seen or spoken to his mother or his sisters in a year, but that was fine with him. He hated all of them. His mother most of all. She was all about "reputation this" and reputation that" and never seemed to care crap about her own son, who, for most of his 16 years with her, had lived on his own with no one to turn to.
All these heavy thoughts rushed through Enjolras's mind until he realized that sleep would not come. He went and sat on his windowsill, looking out at the quiet street. Tomorrow was his 17th birthday. He doubt his mother remembered. Or anyone else, for that matter. .Would Ponine remember? A sudden burst of hope flitted through Enjolras's mind before he realized that they had never talked about personal stuff like birthdays at all.
Enjolras shook his head and a tear traced down his cheek. For one of the most well-known people in school, most well-loved, he was so utterly alone. "I don't have anyone," he realized. "It's me against the world."
Suddenly, he heard a slight knock on his door. He immidiatly fell silent, listening. The knock came again, along with a quiet: "Enjolras?" His head whipped up, and he slowly padded out of his cozy bed to open the door.
Outside stood a small, sad-looking, Eponine. "What's wrong, Eponine?" he asked, trying to hide the small note of concern in his voice. "I… I'm lonely in my shed. I… I mean, the home situation is bad."
Enjolras smiled a wry smile at the girl. "Has anyone ever told you that you're a terrible liar?" She sighed and looked down. "Can I… stay the night?" He opened the door a bit wider. "Of course. And 'Ponine?" he asked.
"Yeah?" she replied.
"I think we need to talk."
Eponine sighed, brown eyes growing sad and pensive. She stepped through the door and sat heavily on Enjolras's red couch. He noticed with some satisfaction that she was still wearing his red jacket.
He went and sat down next to her, mentally laughing at the fact that it was 1:30 in the morning when Eponine had come knocking. He was wearing faded pajama shorts but no shirt. In the back of his mind, he realized that he should put one on, but he thought nothing of it. "So, what's the story?" he asked.
Eponine sighed. She looked over at him and realized, absurdly enough, that he had no shirt on. And he looked mighty fine without one. He was muscular and ripped and he should be in a magazine… No, Eponine! No! She mentally chided herself. "What's the story?" she heard him ask, and she fumbled for words.
"Well," she finally started. "You know how I told you the home situation was bad?" She looked over at him, trying to keep her eyes off of his gorgeousness and failing. She lost her train of thought. "I… uh… Wow, you're really muscular." She didn't mean to say that, and she could feel the heat of shame in her cheeks.
Enjolras looked at her coldly. "There are more important things at hand." Oh… okay, she thought. "Anyway," she continued, trying to hide the disappointment in her voice. "The home situation got so bad that I decided to run away. I've been living om my own, in the tiny garden shed next to the school."
She saw a fire in his eyes and he stood on the couch. "You shall live with me, Eponine!" he said loudly. She just laughed. "Didn't somebody say that you were the leader of this group that helps people, or something?" she asked. "I can see you doing that."
He stared down at her, cerulean eyes full of swirling emotions that she couldn't read. Then, she realized what he had said and she blushed. Again, she was at a loss for words. "Thank you, Enjolra,." she said, smiling. Then, an absurd thought found it way into her mind and she began to laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" came the stiff voice from above her; Enjolras was still standing on the couch. She just laughed harder. "It's just so… funny!" she gasped. "It's 1:30 in the morning and I'm sitting in your living room talking about life in a shed while you're standing shirtless on the couch proclaiming that you always help the common man! It's just so bloody absurd!"
Enjolras looked at her for a moment. He was frowning, but then a tiny smile curved his lips upward. Before they knew it, both of them were rolling on the floor, laughing, and they were both at a loss for words again.
After a few moments, they quieted, but were still lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling. "So, Enjolras," Eponine began. "Yeah?" came the quiet reply.
"Are you alright?" she asked. "You just seem a bit… off."
She turned to face him and saw that the indigo eyes were full of anger, or so it looked like. "Yes, Eponine. I am fine." replied Enjolras. His eyes had grown hardand the stiffness had returned to his voice.
Eponine smiled a small half-smile. "Has anyone ever told you that you're a terrible liar?"
And that was the last thing either of them said before falling asleep. On the floor.
Sorry this has been a few days in waiting, lovelies! We've been packing the house because did I tell you? We're moving! But yeah, I hope you enjoyed this chapter because I surely enjoyed writing it. And to make up for the wait, I wrote an Enjonine song for you! I will try to write a song with every chapter now. So here's Song 1!
Little Bit Faster
Discovered it one day,
Staring at the sky,
Always have,
Always will,
That's never going to change.
Discovered it one day,
Sitting in the rain,
Always have,
Always will,
Why does it feel so strange?
I love you, I love you,
God help me, I love you,
That's never going to change.
My heart beats a little bit faster,
Every time I see you.
My heart beats a little bit faster,
When I hear your voice,
My heart beats a little bit faster,
When you smile, smile at me,
My heart beats a little bit faster, a little bit faster.
Discovered it one day,
Don't know what I was doin'
Don't know what I was thinkin'
But I was thinkin' about you
Discovered it one day
Really got me sinkin'
Really got me sinkin'
In the waterfall of your eyes.
I love you, I love you,
God help me, I love you,
That's never going to change.
My heart beats a little bit faster,
Every time I see you.
My heart beats a little bit faster,
When I hear your voice,
My heart beats a little bit faster,
When you smile, smile at me,
My heart beats a little bit faster, a little bit faster
My heart beats a little bit faster,
Every time I see you.
My heart beats a little bit faster,
When I hear your voice,
My heart beats a little bit faster,
When you smile, smile at me,
My heart beats a little bit faster, a little bit faster
My heart beats a little bit faster, a little bit… faster.