Happy 3-Month anniversary, lovelies! And we've broken 100 reviews! I can't say how ABSOLUTLY AWESOME that is! I'm just so thankful that you all like my story and are willing to stick with me.

Bad news though- this is not one of those stories that will go on forever. IT had a beginning, middle, and end and I already know what they are. HOWEVER, I am going to write a prequel to this (called This is the Story of Us) and begin posting chapters after I finish this story (which won't be for a long time, I promise.)

Also, most of you would rather be Enjolras's Patria. Me too! Anyway, on to the chapter!

July 22

Dear Diary,

These last few weeks have been so amazing. I just can't believe it. Enjolras has been so kind, and I'm starting to feel like I'm an Amis now. Not a day goes by when I don't see at least one of them.

Courfeyrac is really funny, but sometimes he can be really annoying too. A few days ago, I was asleep (for it was the middle of the night,) the bedroom door closed (Enjolras insisted that he take the couch a few weeks ago.) Suddenly, the apartment door opened and all the lights came on. I heard Courf shout: "Courfeyrac is in the house tonight! Everybody just have a good time!"

I started cracking up and opened my door. I was met with a very odd scene, Enjolras was glaring daggers at Courfeyrac, who was grinning. "IT'S 3 IN THE MORNING!" shouted Enjolras. Courfeyrac shrugged, grinning. I noticed that the key Courf had used to get into the apartment was still in the door, so I ran over and grabbed it, throwing it to Enjolras. We then both kicked Courf out and went back to bed, finding that we couldn't sleep to save our lives, so we eventually made some popcorn and got some icecream and had a movie marathon at 5:00 in the morning!

I go to all the meetings now. Enjolras has asked my opinions multiple times about good ideas for protest and finally settled on the welfare topic that he had first brought up at Christmas. We haven't really gotten very far on it, aside from some speeches. At least everyone agrees that something needs to be done…

I have grown to love the Amis, every single one of them. I'll go write poetry with Jehan, play cards with Feuilly, Bossuet, and Bahorel, play pranks with Courfeyrac and Grantaire (mostly on Enjolras) and talk about books with Joly and Combeferre. I spend almost no time with Marius any more, which, oddly, doesn't bother me…

I spend most of my time with Enjolras. He's not truly marble, he's just got a marble shell, and now that I've broken through it, we've become great friends. I've done everything with him, from getting coffee to climbing trees to building barricades out of lawn chairs (long story.) I'm closer with him then I ever was with Marius, and I think I might be starting to lov

Eponine put her pen down when her phone rang. Her diary entry could wait.

"Ponine," a familiar voice went, and she breathed a sigh of terror mixed in with relief mixed in with even more emotions that she didn't even know. "Hey, 'Parnasse," she said, trying to sound upbeat.

"Meet me at the café on 48th."

Then, he hung up.

Eponine sat for a moment. She wasn't sure whether she loved Montparnasse or whether she thought he was a complete creeper, but she had learned one thing the hard way: refusing him was NOT a good plan.

So, she put on the newsboy cap Enjolras had given her, laced up her combat boots, and headed out the door. She didn't have to tell Enjolras where she was going; he had disappeared to the Musain earlier that day to get some work done before that night's meeting.

Eponine walked briskly down the road. For July 22nd, it was unseasonably chilly, and so she walked fast to keep herself warm.

She couldn't believe how fast the summer had flown. Her Junior year started on the 12th of August, and she had decided to go back to Musain High. Remarking on it, she wondered why the café and the high school had the same name, and where the names had even originated.

But all that flew out of her mind when she walked onto 48th Street and noted, with some dismay, that the only café to be seen was indeed, Café Musain. It only then crossed her mind that she had never noticed which street the Musain was located on.

She didn't want to have Enjolras see her with Montparnasse, for reasons she had no idea, but 'Parnasse had actually caused her physical pain in the past when she ahd refused a meeting with him.

She sighed. "What choice do I have?" she asked herself, before entering the café.

She noted, with much relief, that Enjolras appeared to be in the upstairs room, given that she didn't see him downstairs. However, she did see 'Parnasse sitting in a corner table. She sighed and walked over.

He grinned a foul grin when he saw her coming. "How's my Eponine?" he asked. "Good," she replied, trying to keep the fear out of her voice. "I heard you landed in a bit of a sweet spot," he said, trying to grope her butt. She quickly moved out of the way. "Why does it matter to you?" she asked.

"Listen, I'm not going to tell your father about this little meeting, because you love me and you rely on me for everything,"

Eponine opened her mouth to say that she didn't, but he grinned a greasy grin and put one finger to her lips. "I wasn't finished yet. Well, your father's looking for you, and I've half a mind to tell him where you're hiding, if I only knew."

He cast a significant glance over her clothing and clean hair. "You seem to have landed in a bit of luck." He took one strand of her curly hair between his fingers and she recoiled. There had been a time when she had loved Montparnasse, once, amd there was a tiny part of her still did, but that was all before Marius had stolen her heart.

"So, dear 'Ponine, tell me where you live or I will cut you," he whispered the last four words in her ear, very quietly. Eponine glanced over to the other end of the café, where the stairs to go upstairs were. She saw Combeferre emerge and walk down the steps. Not good, not good, she thought.

"So, where are you living?" he purred. "Why should I tell you?" she said, trying to sound defiant, and failing.

She felt something on her leg and looked down to see that he was rubbing her thigh with his hand. "Because you love me," he said foully. She shook her head. "I don't love you,"

"Oh yes you do," he said, voice dripping with acid. She glanced to the stairs again, and, to her growing horror, saw a head of golden curls by the counter. Enjolras turned around, coffee in hand. Their eyes met, and she saw that his were filled with disbelief and something she couldn't identify, though it looked strangely like jealousy, though she couldn't be certain.

"You love me, I know you do. You always have!" snarled Montparnasse. A look of absolute terror on her face, she glanced at Enjolras again, to see that he was pushing through people towards her. "You love me," growled Montparnasse again. And that's when all hell broke loose.

Ehehehehehehe CLIFFHANGER! Aren't I evil! You'll just have to wait and see what happens… :D

Love you all!

Question of the chapter:

E/R or E/E?