Hello, dear lovelies! I am sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrySORRY that I haven't updated in so long! But I was busy, and then my cousins came, and we were packing, and… yeah. And I am also sorry to say that this will probably be my last update before August because we are moving outta state at the end of July and I am SOOOOOO busy. And also, I forgot to say this before, but 64 REVIEWS! You are all so wonderful and I love you all!

Eponine had a copy of the cast list in her bag, though she was too scared to look at it. Results from the auditions had come out that day, and she had grabbed a list of parts without looking. It seemed heavy in her bag as she walked down the halls of Corinth High, like lead, almost.

Azelma was a few steps in front of her, chatting with some of her new friends. Eponine would have been doing the same, except that Musichetta was sick that day and Bossuet, oddly enough, was nowhere to be found.

Little did she know that a dark shadow waited in the corner, malicious smile on his face and evil glint in his eye. Eponine walked toward the door, groaning as she saw the freshly fallen snow outside and realizing that she had not worn her trusty combat boots outside that day.

Just as she was about to walk through the door, a hand grabbed her at the waist and spun her around. Before she could even register who had grabbed her, the person leaned in and kissed her, mouth pressing hard against hers.

When she realized who it was, she kneed him in the crotch, and wrenched out of his grip, smiling with utmost satisfaction at the groan she heard.

"Is that any way to greet an old friend, 'Ponine?" asked Montparnasse.

"Yes, it is, Montparnasse, because you aren't my friend." Eponine spat. The oily teenager stared at her with hate and lust in his eyes, an odd mix. "And who said that?" he asked, leaning in for a kiss and grabbing her bum. She didn't hesitate to sock him in the jaw and watched as he stepped back, growling. "You will pay for that, Eponine, I promise."

She crossed her arms. "Oh, we'll see about that, won't we now?" He growled again, but she could see unhidden desire in his eyes and tried not to throw up. "Why are you here, 'Parnasse?" she hissed. "To give my dear 'Ponine a warning. Your father wants you. And he will find you, mark my words."

She just shook her head in contempt and stalked off, without another word.

…..

Enjolras grabbed his French book and walked out of 8th period toward his locker. Almost automatically, he glanced toward the spot where Eponine's locker was, and, as always, found the spot vacated. He sighed, and again, felt the tiny hole in his heart where Eponine used to be.

He didn't want to date her, of course, he never preoccupied himself with the complexities of women, but, in the short span he had known her, he had considered her a friend. He had finally figured out that she had just been trying to help on Christmas, and every time he went home, he saw the collection of his books on the table, right next to the Les Miserables Broadway tickets, which he kept as a sort of… promise to himself, and to her.

He walked out the doors to Musain High and saw his friends all streaming toward the Café, in preparation for their nightly meeting. He would never admit it to anyone, but he was a bit glad that the world was beginning to seem normal. Granted, it didn't seem quite right, since they weren't planning a revolution, and since Eponine wasn't there, but it was better.

She told me that she was trying to help me, to fix me. Is this what she meant? Did she want to bring back who I was before?

He pushed those thoughts out of his mind and walked down the street towards the Musain. He heard someone clear their throat and he turned around to see Grantaire and Courfeyrac standing behind him, smirks on their faces. "So, Enjy," started Courfeyrac. "Whatcha thinking about?" asked Grantaire with a smirk. "You thinking about 'Ponine?" asked Courfeyrac.

Enjolras sighed. "Two points. First, my name is NOT Enjy, and second, no, I'm not thinking about Eponine."

Grantaire laughed. "Then why are you holding the farewell letter Eponine gave you?"

Enjolras looked down, he was indeed clutching Eponine's letter in his hand. The paper was crumpled, the ink faded, but Enjolras knew exactly what it said. He had memorized it already. "This is just some schoolwork." he said at last. Courfeyrac just laughed. "You're a terrible liar, you know that."

February 10

Dear Diary, Eponine wrote.

I miss him, it's true. I'm afraid of him, and still mad, but I miss him. I miss all of them, even Marius. But I miss him most. It feels like he was one of the one true friends I found, and then we both had to go and screw it up. Maybe trying to bring back the past wasn't a good idea…

Anyway, I still miss him. He was my friend, and I was beginning to trust him. But then I had to be stupid and try to fix him. His Republic is sitting on my bed right now. I read it every day. I bring it everywhere. It reminds me of him.

That makes me think about that night when I ran away from him. He was in the Musain, with everybody else! Why? Grantaire told me that that café was where all the meetings were, before something happened. But he said that Enjolras hadn't been back there…

So perhaps I am fixing him after all…

No, I have to put these thoughts out of my mind, it didn't work. It didn't work. Did it?

On another note, I got the lead role in the play! Woohoo! I didn't think I could do it, but maybe 'Chetta was right. She is like me…

I just wish-

Suddenly, the doorbell rang and Eponine put down her diary on the table. She opened her bedroom door and was about to get it when she heard her sister run to get the door. "Hello, Grantaire," she heard. "Yes, she's here. Yeah. EPONINE?" she shouted. Eponine walked down the stairs to see Grantaire standing in her living room. "What are you doing here?" she asked incredulously. He grinned and threw her a flask. "Heard you were lonely. Plus I figured I should tell you. Enjy's feeling pretty bad about everything."

Her mouth dropped. "Seriously?" Grantaire just laughed. "From the look on your face, missing a meeting at the Musain was worth it."

Her mouth dropped wider. "Wait, there are meetings at the Musain now? They started again?"

Grantaire just nodded. "Wanna see? You can come along. I'm sure Enj would like it." Eponine thought for a moment, before taking a drink from the flask, grimacing at the acid taste of vodka, and then nodded.

Eponine and Grantaire walked down the street. Even from streets away, the dark haired girl could hear the raucous laughter and voices echoing from the Musain. She picked out a voice and her heart twisted. They walked around the corner and Eponine saw, clearly outlined in the lighted upstairs window of the café, a man in a red coat, with golden curls. Her heart sped up and her feet wanted to turn back, but she willed herself to keep going. Grantaire seemed to notice her internal struggle and smirked. She glared at him.

They walked inside the Café Musain and slowly went up the steps. Eponine walked behind Grantaire into the loud upper room, newsboy cap pulled over her head. Nobody seemed to notice her, for which she was very thankful.

She sat down at a front table, next to where Enjolras was making his speech on a tabletop. He looked down and saw her. His eyes widened and he stuttered on his words. Then, he cleared his throat and made an effort to look away. While he wasn't looking, she slipped away out of the meeting and went to sit on the sidewalk outside before he could talk to her. It wasn't a very big step.

But it was a step.

See, getting better, isn't it? Anyway, I also have a new LOTR story called Daughter of Hope and I would love it if you would check it out! It's on my profile! Anyway, bye for now lovelies! Love you all!