Helloooooooooo, lovelies! Before you read this, I did some major updates to the last chapter, so read that first. Sorry, the kiss just didn't seem in the right place. Don't worry, it's coming soon, I promise!

I'm also sorry this is so short, I've had almost no time to sit down. Anyway, bye!

The days stretched on, and soon it was coming on to Christmas. Eponine was in much better spirits then the Christmas before. She and Enjolras were getting along fine, she had done well on all her finals, and it was almost time for Grantaire's big Christmas party.

She had been out all day, buying gifts. Enjolras laughed when she came in carrying four shopping bags full and trying unsuccessfully to bring a tree in as well. It was only once they had instilled the tree in their living room did they realize that they had no ornaments. So it was back to the store, for some cheap ornaments, red and blue and white. Eponine painted the white ones, she was up half the night doing it, with little pictures of the Amis, or the Musain, or all the little moments in the past year they had loved so dearly. Then, she wrapped the presents and was much more happy that Enjolras would like his this year. Or, at least, she hoped so. And finally, about three in the morning, she stumbled off to bed.

The smell of coffee woke her up. She cracked open one eye to see Enjolras sitting on her bed, a mug of coffee in his hand. He smiled apologetically. "I would have let you sleep, but it's three in the afternoon. We have to get ready for the party tonight. She groaned, but inside, she was very excited. Grantaire always threw the best parties. She took the coffee gratefully, and sipped it. Enjolras smiled and left the room so she could get dressed.

She put on a red Christmas shirt and some jeans, then finished her coffee, grabbed the stack of gifts, and went out into the kitchen. She grabbed a bagel and munched on it thoughtfully while staring out the window. Snow fell softly down, and that gave her a wickedly good idea. "Enjolras?" she asked.

"Yeah?" he replied, from the living room.

"You know what I'm thinking?"

"What?"

"Why don't we go to 'Taire's house early? You will go knock on his door, ask him to come outside because you have something too big in your car to carry. I'll be hiding, and when he comes out, I'll ambush him with snowballs!"

He laughed. "Get your shoes on, we have ourselves a mission!"

A few minutes later, they were in the car and on their way. Grantaire only lived a few streets over, so they were there in a flash. Eponine jumped out of the car and began filling a plastic bag she had brought with snow. Then, she climbed a tree near Grantaire's front door and waited.

Enjolras walked up to the front door and knocked. R answered, his hair going every which way. "Oh, hey Enj," he said, grinning. "I need your help. I have something in my car, but it's too heavy for me to grab. Can you help me?"

Grantaire was nearly tripping over his own feet to say yes, and so a moment, they walked towards the car. Eponine grinned in glee as she readied a snowball. She lobbed it and it hit its mark- Grantaire's head. He yelped and looked around. She threw another, and another, and then threw one at Enjolras too. But they weren't standing around any longer. Grantaire had made a pile of his own and were throwing them at her, one by one. She threw her own, but then realized that she was running out of snow. She leaped down from the tree and ran for the patio table, vaulting over it and hiding on the other side, scooping up snow as she went. She threw snowball after snowball at the quickly-advancing Grantaire, and then felt herself being picked up from behind. She yelped, but realized it was only Enjolras, who was running with her across the yard. They hid behind a tree, scooping up more snow and throwing snowballs over and over. Grantaire was covered. His shirt was soaked, and his hair was more white then brown. Finally, he stretched his arms out and fell down in the snow.

"I'm done,' he grunted, grinning. They just covered him with more snow and ran off, grinning. By then, it was time for the party, and Combeferre had just pulled up to the curb. They ran past him, running into the house, just staying ahead of Grantaire, on his feet yet again. At some point, Enjolras grabbed her hand and pulled her upstairs and into a trapdoor in the ceiling. A few moments later, they were sitting, breathless with laughter, in the attic.

"Well, that went well," Enjolras commented. She laughed again and smiled, a truly genuine smile.

"Indeed,"

That triggered another huge bout of laughter, and they stayed up there for a few moments more before finally going downstairs to the party. But something inside Eponine told her that the best part of the night had already come.

She was wrong.

Question: Which of the Amis would you want to have Thanksgiving with?