Hello, dearest lovelies! I have constructed this whenever I had time to write, and so here it is. Also, as a not-really-request-but-a-wish-from- Miri the Wildmage, there is some Courf/Jehan in this chapter. Anyways, read and review!

Top Three Results from the Poll

"One Thing You Would Change From Les Miserables"

I would have Marius die and Eponine and Enjolras and Gavroche survive. I would also have Javert stop referring to himself in 3rd person.

-IvyGreen13

You mean apart from 90% of the cast dying by the end of the play? I would make Courf/Jehan more official.

-Miri the Wildmage

I would change Marius and turn him into some hardcore, punkrock rebel to make him falling in love with Cosette even more cheesy.

-GPRox

"Eponine, please? Just one more drink!" pleaded Grantaire. Eponine had a wicked grin on her face as she held the last bottle of Grantaire's favorite scotch just out of reach and dangled the key to the liquor cabinet from her other hand. She put her feet on Enjolras's coffee table and reclined against the vermillion couch. Behind her, Enjolras was lost in thought on some document or other he was trying to complete for the meeting the next afternoon.

Jehan and Courfeyrac sat on a couch to Eponine's left. They were sitting so close, their legs were touching, and they kept exchanging small glances. Only Combeferre, in a chair next to Enjolras, seemed to notice the pair's new understanding. He smiled a small, secret, smile at knowing what they had between them, and bent his head to continue working on his notes.

Joly was cleaning Enjolras's kitchen, and the group caught snippets of his muttering, about the 'completely unsanitary conditions that Enjolras lives and works in. Bahorel, Bossuet, and Feuilly were playing cards on the carpet and from the way the two latter kept groaning, Feuilly was winning. Marius wasn't there, then again, was he ever? For some strange reason, that didn't bother Eponine as much as it did in September. He was probably off with Cossette, taking her on some elaborate date pr something. Even odder, that fact didn't bother Eponine either. Yet she was still sure that she loved him, even surer then ever.

None of them were quite sure how they had all ended up in Enjolras's and Eponine's shared apartment except the owners of the place themselves. Enjolras, well, he lived there, and Eponine, she had moved back in after the end of the school year. In truth, she had missed Enjolras, missed him sorely, and all the others as well. Everyone else had just sort of… showed up that day. Eponine figured they were there to celebrate the end of the school year and the beginning of summer, but she hadn't given it much thought. They were there, and that was that.

How I've grown to love this band of misfits… she thought. For once, I actually feel accepted. She laughed as Grantaire tried to reach for the bottle once more, and fell short as Eponine handed it off it to Feuilly, who gave it to Bahorel, who passed it to Bossuet, and so on and so on, until somehow the bottle reached Joly in the kitchen without anyone ever getting up from their seats.

Eponine looked down at the table and noticed the Les Miserables Broadway tickets that Enjolras had gotten her for Christmas were still sitting there. For the first time, she noticed the date, June 12. That's my birthday! she realized with delight. And it happened to be that weekend.

"Enjolras," she asked, trying to sound calm. "Mhmm?" he replied, not looking up from his computer screen. "Are we still going to that Broadway show?"

He nodded. "I was thinking so, and I hope you don't mind, but-"

Before he could finish his sentence, Grantaire cut in. "We got tickets too!" he exclaimed. "We're all going!" He jumped onto the top of the table and brandished a stack of what did indeed appear to be Broadway tickets to prove his point.

"-everyone else is coming with us," Enjolras finished dryly. There was utter and complete silence for a moment, before the entirety of the Les Amis de l'Abaisse burst out laughing, including the marble man.

Before long, they were rolling on the floor, trying to contain their laughter, and failing. Eponine was plagued by fits of giggles, and Grantaire was guffawing whole-heartedly, along with everybody else.

They were still laughing at 7:30 that night, when they boarded their overnight flight to New York. Eponine had a seat between Enjolras and Grantaire, and a fully charged phone with earbuds.

The flight took off and Eponine stuck her earbuds in her ears. She turned on a song and began to get lost in the world of music.

About two hours into the flight, Eponine looked around to see what everyone was doing. Grantaire had fallen asleep, snoring so loud it would wake the dead. Jehan, behind her, was drawing something. She snuck a peek at it and was surprised to see that it was a beautiful, detailed, drawing of Courfeyrac. The subject of the artist appeared to have no idea he was being drawn, as he was engrossed in a book. Bahorel and Bossuet were playing cards, along with Combeferre. Joly, she wasn't even sure. It looked like he was staring out the window, but you never knew with him.

Lastly, she snuck a glance at the man sitting next to her. Enjolras was on his laptop, typing away at a document. She peeked at it and saw that it read: Ideas for Projects. Most of the things listed made absolutely no sense to her. There was Cafeteria Non-Fro Stuff, Les Noir for the Good of People, and even one that said: P of P W!

"You know," she said. "You could just go with that welfare thing from Christmas."

He turned toward her, disapproval evident in his cerulean eyes. "I do not appriciate my ideas being read over my shoulders." She shrugged, not knowing what to say. "However, I have thought about the welfare idea. It just has flaws."

She sighed. "No more flaws then whatever the heck Cafeteria Non-Fro Stuff is does."

"Hey!" he said. "The school cafeteria needs fresh food!"

She smiled softly. "Maybe it does."

She pretended to be looking away, but she smiled when she saw him type: Welfare on his page in bold print.

….

Enjolras looked up from his document when he felt a weight on his shoulder. He looked down. Eponine had fallen asleep against him, her small frame leaning almost entirely on his. His red jacket, no, her red jacket, was wrapped around her shoulders, as it often was. Her breathing was even, and she seemed serene.

Enjolras shook his head, marble man that he was, and continued with his work. But he kept glancing down at the sleeping girl beside him. Because no matter how much he tried to convince himself that he was still marble, still without feelings, she had broken him and let all those hidden feelings out.

He didn't love her, no. He still thought love was a silly and frivolous endeavor, and one he had no wish to try out. But Eponine was different. She wasn't like the masses of girls in Musain High who would flirt with him every chance they got. She had actively gone out of her way to not see him, for a while.

But now she was back, and she had flipped his world upside down once again. He couldn't deny that she was beautiful. But she wasn't just beautiful on the surface. She was a very caring and loving person on the inside, and if she loved you, she would do anything in the world to make you happy.

He also couldn't deny that she deserved someone better then Marius. Far better. Marius had never treated her kindly, always made her his servant, and most of all was blind to everything she felt. Eponine could have gone and dangled a flag saying: "Marius Pontmercy, I Love You. Love, Eponine" out of a plane and he still wouldn't have noticed.

But that wasn't going to be him. He had not, could not, would not fall in love with Eponine Thenardier. He didn't believe in love almost like he didn't believe in religion. He supported the others that were going through it, but he didn't take any part in it himself.

And the simple fact that he didn't love Eponine Thenardier wasn't going to change.

Or so he thought.

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Question of the Chapter:

Favorite slash pairing of Les Amis?