Hello again my lovelies! I am sorry it's been so long, but I wanted to give you something quick in my spare time. My schedule is SO FULL but I knew I owed you something too, so here it is, Chapter 25!

Eponine was cooking a turkey.

Such an odd thing to say on a normal day-to-day basis, but given that it was Thanksgiving, it was perfectly normal.

All the Amis were celebrating Thanksgiving at Enjolras's parents house. They had gotten word that his parents were out of town, so Courfeyrac had decided to commandeer a huge party. Enjolras had protested at first, but given his giant dislike of his parents, he had finally agreed.

Eponine checked the time. 2:30. She had two hours before they were due to be at the Enjolras house, and everyone had to bring a dish. She loved cooking, and so, naturally, volunteered to bring the Thanksgiving staple.

She wasn't sure where Enjolras had gone; he had vanished about an hour prior, saying he had something to do. But she wasn't worried. She had a large bird to worry over instead.

She checked the turkey quick, and then turned on her favorite music: Broadway soundtracks. Musical theatre was her passion, and when Enjolras found out, he had bought her some of her favorite soundtracks.

She was dancing around the kitchen, singing I'm Alive at the top of her lungs when she heard the door open. A very amused looking Enjolras came into the kitchen, holding some bags. "Having fun?"

She shut off the music quickly, her face reddening. "Where did you go?" she asked.

"The Musain, to pick up some pies." He held open the bags, and Eponine could see two pumpkin pies, what appeared to be a chocolate mousse pie, and what was that paper bag Enjolras was extending to her? Donuts!

"You bought me donuts? Thank you so much!" she exclaimed. He handed her the bag and she opened it eagerly to find three of her favorite donuts. Enjolras also handed her an espresso. "You're the best!" she mumbled through bites.

…

A few hours later, Enjolras and Eponine drove up to a very large, very imposing house. "Whoa," Eponine breathed. "Are you rich?"

Enjolras's cheeks reddened. "Yeah. We are."

Without another word, the two of them grabbed the food and walked up to the house. Courfeyrac answered the door. "Hey guys!" he exclaimed. "Ooh, food!" She laughed and set the large turkey down on the dining room table. Enjolras followed suit with the pies. Courfeyrac was dancing about the kitchen, bubbling on and on about how great the dinner would be. He bubbled all until everyone had arrived, and the food was all set out. Besides Eponine's turkey and the three pies, there were two dishes of mashed potatoes, some cranberries, some hamburgers, a great tub of stuffing, some fruit salads, and a large bowl of chocolate (courtesy of Gavroche, to everyone's great amusement.)

All the Amis sat down to eat, and they exchanged funny stories. Combeferre told about the time Enjolras got drunk and walked into a pole, and the very embarrassed leader retorted with the time Combeferre had gotten the wrong prescription for his glasses and mistaken Montparnasse for Courfeyrac.

After dinner, they took all the pies to the living room and sat in a huge circle. "Alright, truth or dare time," said Bossuet evilly. The group let out a collective groan. Bossuet rubbed his hands together. He glanced at everyone, before coming to rest on Feuilly. "Truth or dare, Feuilly," he said.

"Um, dare," replied the fan maker.

"I dare you to not talk about Poland at all for the next 2 hours. If anyone notices you mentioning something about Poland, we get to take one of your Polish sausages."

Feuilly grinned. "I got this. I'm gonna make Poland proud."

The Amis burst out laughing until Feuilly realized what he had done and turned tomato red. "Lets keep a tally of how many sausages we get to eat," laughed Courfeyrac.

"Alright, Bahorel," said Feuilly. "Truth or dare,"

"Dare," replied Bahorel without hesitation. Feuilly thought for a moment, before saying: "Take off all your clothes, except for your boxer shorts."

"That's easy!" exclaimed Bahorel. "I wasn't finished," said Feuilly. "Then, go down door and knock on the doors until somebody answers. Then, hold a conversation with them for a full minute."

Everybody burst out in hoots of laughter. Bossuet took off all his clothes, revealing purple and green striped boxer shorts. He ran out the door and to the next house over, everyone scrambling to watch from the window. No one answered, so he went to the next house and knocked again. An old lady answered, and looked very surprised to see Bossuet there. He talked with her for a minute or so, and then the lady went inside for a moment, and came back with a piece of pie. She handed it to Bossuet, who thanked her profusely before running back to join the others.

"She gave me some pie! That was sweet!" he exclaimed, much to the amusement of the others.

Truth or Dare went on for a while, coming out with ridiculous results. Marius had to run down the street naked, Joly had to survive everyone coughing on him without washing his hands, and Courfeyrac had to answer a question about whether he was a virgin.

Then came Eponine's turn. Courfeyrac turned toward her. "Truth or Dare," asked Jehan. She thought for a moment, before replying: "Dare."

"I dare you to kiss Enjolras," he announced. She turned bright red, and turning to the boy in question, she found that he was as red as she was, blushing to the very roots of his curls and making the golden color shine even more.

Before he or anyone else could object, she placed a quick peck on his lips and then pulled away without a word. Everyone looked shocked that she actually did it. Enjolras coughed awkwardly, and so the game continued.

…

Later that night, the game had wound down, they had played a few rounds of football and all the games, and most of everybody had passed out all over the gigantic living room. Eponine was about to go to bed too, but she felt a light tap on her shoulder. She turned around, to see Enjolras standing there, a question in his cerulean eyes.

"Can I talk to you for sec?" he asked. She nodded, and he led her up some stairs and down a hall until they ended up on the roof.

"What's up, Enj?" she asked, casually as she could, trying to hide her racing heart.

"Why?" was all he asked.

"Why what?"

"Why did you kiss me?"

He posed the innocent enough question, but the very one she was dreading to hear most. What was she supposed to say? That she was madly in love with him? That she knew he would never like a liar, a thief like herself? What should she say? That she figured he would just let her fall like Marius had?

She shrugged as casually as she could, saying the first thing that came to her mind. "It was a dare."

She thought she saw a tiny flicker of something she was sure she recognized flit through his waterfall eyes, but then it was gone. He nodded stiffly. "Very well, Eponine."

That one sentence nearly broke her. She felt as if the strange friendship that they had built over a year had swiftly crumbled, all the "Ponines" and the "Enjys" had disappeared with that stern little sentence.

"I'm going to bed. Good night, Enjolras," she managed, trying to hide the pain in her voice and the tears quickly welling in her eyes. She turned around and began to walk away, but didn't get very far before she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around to see the golden haired leader standing there, and she was sure that she saw a bit of disappointment in his eyes now.

He pressed a swift kiss to her cheek, and then pulled away just as fast. She heard a whispered: "Good night, 'Ponine,' and then he left her standing on the roof, as confused as ever and not any less hurt.