A/N Hey! Just to make up for the long-ish wait, I present to you all some FLUFF! Maybe it's not exactly called fluff but it's kinda like fluff. Anyways, thanks to those who reviewed, favorited, followed and read this story and it's the same stuff over and over again: please review, favorite and follow! I really appreciate those who did so and I just can't scream this any louder: THANK YOU! If there were virtual hugs, I'd give them to all of you! So enjoy this chapter! :D
DISCLAIMER:On my own, pretending I own Les Mis. But I don't although I would like to have one of the Amis as my own... (Shh, it's a secret.)
Enjolras' POV
The PTC didn't turn out that well but at least I was happy with my grades. Today was a Saturday but we had school half day because it was a make-up day. Make-up days are days when you make-up for a subject that you missed or make-up for missing work and stuff. Those people who don't have anything to make-up for could just find something educating to do or learn P.E. with the person's P.E. teacher. There are three P.E. teachers altogether: Coach Parker, Ms. Jane Phillips and Mr. Joseph Scott. I was in Coach Parker's P.E. class for 2 years in a row, which is last year and this year. Eponine, Joly, Musichetta and Bahorel are also in the same class as me this year. The morning started off as rocky since I had a really weird dream.
"Hi mom. Hi dad." I greeted her as I opened the door of my dorm room. She and dad came to visit me for some unknown reason. "What are you doing here?" I asked, leaning on the door frame. I just woke up a few minutes ago and was still in my pajamas. "Well, we came here to tell you that...we need to move out of France now. So pack up your stuff and get dressed." My dad answered impatiently.
"What? I can't leave! I can't leave my friends and I can't simply just...leave. You'd better have a good reason for this or else I'm not going anywhere." I said.
"Darling, don't you remember? You caused the revolution and it simply isn't right. Now your friends are all dead and you are wanted because you were their leader. Enjolras, this is important, okay? It's not some kind of childish game that you used to play with your friends when you were younger. It doesn't work like that anymore." My mom said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "But... But I- No, I can't leave. I wouldn't. I can't leave neither Combeferre, my only friend left nor Eponine." I replied."Well, I'm afraid you'll have to, dear. There's no choice... Wait, who's this Eponine? Never heard of her...or him from you."
"She's...uh... She's my cousin who I just found out was my cousin. You see, Aunt Irene gave birth to her and threw her out on the streets. Then, Eponine found herself at the Jondrette's inn and they took her in. They took care of her ever since." I lied. I couldn't believe I made that up! My mom looked at me skeptically before saying, "Aunt Irene doesn't have a child. Never did, as far as I know."
"She had a daughter and didn't even name her. Aunt Irene left her on the streets because the baby's father was a man that she just had sex with. She was a prostitute, Mom. Don't you know your own sister? Anyway, the Jondrettes found her, named her Eponine and raised her as their own with their other two kids. That's what Eponine had told me about her life."
"The Jondrettes are evil, aren't they?" My dad asked. I nodded. "That doesn't matter. What matters is that I can't leave. Not right now." I said.
Then I woke up. The problem with the dream was that I wasn't in the present. I time traveled to 1832, somehow became the leader of a revolution and I lost my friends. How intense. I quickly ran out of the bedroom and as I was passing by the bathroom, I heard water splashing onto the floor. 'Ferre must be showering, I thought to myself. I laughed as he started singing 'Call me maybe' and went straight to the kitchen. I decided to make myself some toast since I didn't know exactly how to cook as in make omelets or grill bacon or whatever. As I was finishing, I heard my phone beep. Courf's seriously got to stop texting me in the morning. Apparently, I was wrong about thinking he should stop. That particular message, surprisingly, brightened my day.
Hey, Enj!
good news 4 u! Melanie is now home-schooled cuz she's too much of a bitch and her parents finally found out about it! hope it made u feel better!
P.S I'm not kidding. u can ask principal Fantine of u dun believe me.
Courfeyrac
I was surprised but at the same time, happy. I never thought Melanie would ever leave VHHS but I was definitely wrong about that. I almost screamed but stopped myself because I didn't want a naked 'Ferre running out of the bathroom with only his towel wrapped around his waist just to see what was going on. I turned my phone off and left it at the table. I didn't have any missing work so I didn't have to make-up for anything. I had to choose between P.E. and educational stuff. I didn't really know what to choose but I knew that the answer was ready for me when 'Ferre came out of the bathroom (fully clothed). "Good morning, mon ami. I need your help." I said and he choked out a laugh. "With confessing to Eponine?" He asked, smirking. I frowned. "No, something else." I replied, my voice a little shaky when the kiss entered my mind again. I mentally slapped myself and turned my attention back to 'Ferre. "Oh, you need tips on kissing Eponine?" He asked. Oh God. "'Ferre!" I shouted. I couldn't help but go a little red...okay, maybe very red. "Interesting. Do you realize you're actually blushing?" He asked, tilting his head to one side. "Shut up!" I replied as he laughed. "Come on, Enj. Don't be so hard on yourself. You can blush. That's not against the law. Anyway, you wanted me to help you with something?"
"Yeah, but first, do you have to make up for anything?" I asked. He shook his head. "You wanna let me help you choose between educational stuff and P.E, right?" He asked. I nodded. "Trust me, choose P.E. because they say that Coach Parker is planning on doing something big for today's P.E. class but they won't tell me what exactly it is." He said.
"Who's 'they'?"
"The people who are in Coach Parker's class that like to snoop around in his office and look through his things." He answered. I nodded and walked towards the door. "Aren't you coming?" I asked him and he shook his head. "Nah. I'd rather stay here and watch...educational stuff." He said, smirking. I knew he was gong to watch some scary movie or invite some friends over and have a party or something completely unrelated to education just because the smirk told be all about it. "Yeah, 'Ferre. It's not like I trust you in EVERYTHING you do. Well, gotta go!" I said as I picked up my P.E. bag and exited the room. When I got to the gym, not many people were there. Joly was there, sitting next to Bahorel, talking and Eponine was there, talking to Musichetta. Then I saw Marius and Bossuet. They weren't in my class but I guess they were in Coach Parker's other class. "Alright, everyone." Coach Parker said and clapped his hands together. "Please just quiet down a little and shout your own names one by one." He continued as he picked up his attendance sheet and picked up a pen. "Okay. Class 1."
"Joly!" Joly shouted out and Coach Parker put a check mark next to his name. "Bahorel!" Bahorel shouted.
"Eponine!" Eponine shouted.
"Musichetta!" Musichetta shouted.
"Enjolras!" I shouted.
"Marius!" Marius shouted.
"Bossuet!" Bossuet shouted and it went on and on until the last person shouted out their name. "We have a small class today. Anyway, I planned on letting all of you do something different today and trust me, it's fun. So we're going to do...drum roll please." He said as everyone started to pound their hands on the gym floor. "Ballroom dancing!" He shouted excitedly. Everyone stayed silent and seemed to be at a loss of words. "Why is everyone quiet? It's supposed to be fun! Come on, guys. Okay, so I have an example to show you. Um... Enjolras! Come up here." He called. I shook my head. "Excuse me?" I said, not believing he actually wanted me to show the whole class how to ballroom dance. First thing's first, I do not know how to dance. Sure, he calls me up to demonstrate sports but I wasn't expecting ballroom dancing to be one of the choices. "Yes, Enjolras, I'm calling on you. Please come up." Coach Parker said, motioning me to get up. I reluctantly got up and stood next to him while he looked through the attendance list for another person, or should I say girl, to come up. It was a terrifying feeling, I could very well define that, having to dance with a girl in front of about 18 people. "Um... Eponine! Please come up." Coach Parker finally said. I stopped breathing for a moment. Shit. I'm doomed. Eponine slowly stood up and walked to stand next to me. Act normal, Enjolras, I kept telling myself. "Eponine, Enjolras. Do you know how to dance?" Coach Parker asked. Both of us shook our heads. Coach Parker was taken aback a little and said, "Oh. Then I shall teach you. Enjolras, you put one hand on her back and Eponine, put one hand on his shoulder. The remaining hands go together. " He explained. We did what was told and I sighed heavily, doubting myself. "Good. Now do this." He said and started showing us the moves. After he finished, he let us try the moves on our own. He turned on some music as we started dancing. We struggled on the first few steps but once we got used to it, it was a piece of cake. We glided across the gym floor in silence as I felt everyone's eyes on us. "1,2,3...1,2,3..." Coach Parker counted the beat, clapping his hands along with it. My only distraction was Eponine. I couldn't stop staring at her and I couldn't help it. The dance itself felt like heaven and I thought of it as a miracle that Coach Parker chose me and Eponine. Her hands were cold in mine but I didn't care. I just wanted to lean in and kiss her but I couldn't, much to my disappointment.
Eponine's POV
We danced like there was only us two in the whole world. He held me in his arms as we moved around the gym in circles. His hands were warm and I was surprised how well our hands fit together. It was like heaven and I never wanted it to stop. It was as if he was about to kiss me or hug me tight and I started to close my eyes as I leaned my head on his shoulder. The music was soft and gentle, the beat fitting every step we took. I never knew he was such a good dancer until today. I slowly lifted my head and found him staring at me, smiling. I smiled back before I tumbled to the ground. He caught me but I was already flat on the floor. My left ankle hurt like never before and it was swollen. I sprained my ankle. Gosh, it hurts! Ow! I rubbed the ankle softly over and over again before Coach Parker crouched down and gently moved my hand away from my ankle. "What happened?" He asked.
"I think she sprained her ankle, Coach." Enjolras replied instead of me. I sent him a tiny smile and turned my head back to Coach Parker. His lips twitched and he looked up to the students surrounding us. When did they get here? "Can anyone help Eponine to the clinic?" He asked.
"I will." Enjolras said.
"I will, too." Bahorel, Bossuet, Marius, Joly and 'Chetta said altogether. This is why I love Les Amis. "Okay, fine. You guys can go." Coach Parker said, helping me up to my feet. I winced as my left foot made contact with the floor. Enjolras took my arm and put it around his shoulder and started walking to the clinic. The others followed close behind and I heard 'Chetta and Joly giggling behind me. What are they laughing about?, I wondered. I continued walking faster when I found my pace. "Whoa, there. What's the rush?" Enjolras asked, slowing me down. Does he always have to be like this? "I just don't want to feel handicapped because all of the people are walking normally and I'm the only one with a broken leg." I replied.
"It's not broken, Eponine. It's sprained and you aren't handicapped." He said. I rolled my eyes as we got to the clinic. Marius opened the door for us and held it open for all of us to get in. I sat down on a chair and waited for Nurse Victurnien to come over and check me. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Anyway, who's the patient?" Nurse Victurnien said as she walked towards us. Everyone pointed at me as Nurse Victurnien nodded. "What wrong?" She asked.
"I sprained my ankle... At least I think I did." I replied. She nodded, adjusting her glasses, and sat down on the chair across from me. She picked my foot up carefully and put it on her lap. She examined it and shook her head. Uh-oh. "You did indeed sprain your ankle. It's not severe, though, by the looks of it. I'm pretty sure you'd heal within this week. Don't try to walk too much yet because it could get worse so be tender with it and take care." She said. I let out a sigh of relief. Well, at least it's not severe. She applied some medicine on the area that hurt and wrapped my ankle in a bandage. Then she went off to find crutches for me to use. When she mentioned the word 'crutches', my heart sank like a stone. Now I have to use crutches? People will make fun of me. I guess Enjolras saw the horrified look on my face. "What's wrong?" He asked, touching my shoulder. I shook my head. "Nothing." He gave me a doubtful look. "You don't want to use crutches, I'm guessing." He said, smirking. I smiled sarcastically. "Yeah, you guessed it. What if people make fun of me?" I asked. He clapped me on the back softly before laughing. "What's so funny?" I asked, frowning. He stopped laughing and said, "No one would make fun of you, Ep. I'm pretty sure of that and you know I'm never wrong." I made a disgusted face. "Whatever you do, just don't give me long and boring lectures." I said. He chuckled. "I don't have time anyway because I have a fuck load of homework that's killing me." He said. I laughed at his choice of words. 'fuck load'? Is that even a word? "About the crutches. I will feel and look handicapped and people will laugh and make fun of me." I went back to talking about the crutches that I was about to get and probably stick to it for a whole week. "Ep, you think too much. Stop thinking about being or feeling or looking handicapped because, for the love of Pete, you're not handicapped! You are equal to other people. You are human! Even people who are handicapped are people, like all of us. Everyone is the same and no one shall be degraded under any circumstances. You know that already. Worrying is not going to help the pain get better in any way so there's absolutely no point of doing so." He said, almost yelling. Wow. I definitely wasn't expecting that but what does anyone expect from him? I mean, he's always babbling about equality, freedom and brotherhood, which is liberte, egalite, fraternite, which is France's national motto. He's passionate about France itself and loves France more than his own life, as he said. He's been like this since 7th grade when we were learning about the French Revolution and he started talking and talking about how he wanted to go back in time and lead a revolution and he was on the students' side, which was weird because people usually go on the royal soldiers' side because they think the royals are luxurious and right all the time. The Les Amis were formed in 8th grade, if I remember correctly. Enjolras is the leader (of course) and 'Ferre is second in command. They wanted to form the group because they were the only ones in the whole grade 8 that supported the students in the French Revolution unit and they've kept it like that ever since. Then Enjolras invited me into it and my best friends were 'Sette and 'Chetta so they took all three of us in but somehow Marius never knew 'Sette and 'Sette never knew Marius until this year. How weird! "Hey, Eponine. Are you alright?" Enjolras snapped me out of my thoughts. "Wh-What? Oh, I'm okay." I replied.
"Using crutches doesn't mean you're disabled-"
"I know, I know. Liberte, egalite, fraternite. I get it. I just don't want to use them. It makes me feel disabled, not look disabled. Maybe you're right about people not making fun of me but still, I'm going to have to walk around the school and everyone's going to see me with crutches. It seems wrong." I said. He put an arm around my shoulder and I suddenly felt butterflies in my stomach. I smiled and put my head on his shoulder. "Feeling disabled is only you feeling it, not other people. People get hurt and spend time to heal so it's perfectly normal." He said.
"Fine." I paused. "Thank you, Enj. For everything." I continued, smiling. I looked up and saw him smiling like an idiot. "What?" I asked.
"Can't a person smile?"
"Yes, he can. It's just that you're smiling...weirdly." I said. He laughed. "I just love you, Ep..." He said. I felt blood rush through my body and my heart started beating faster. What did he say? Do my ears need little ear pieces for better hearing or is it actually happening? Awkwardness was rising up to my throat and I could hardly breathe. "...As a friend, of course." He added. My smile froze but I soon let it relax again. What can I expect from him? He's just my best friend and nothing else. Okay, he's my crush, too but still. "Love you, too." I murmured under my breath and smiled a little. I suddenly sensed Nurse Victurnien coming and resumed my normal sitting pose. "Here you go, Eponine." She said, handing me the crutches. I slowly stood up from the chair with the help of Enjolras. He grabbed my arm, supporting me as I grabbed the crutches. I smiled at Nurse Victurnien and put each of the crutches under my underarm. Enjolras let go of my arm as I started walking towards the exit of the clinic. Everyone followed behind me out the door and we stood outside. "So I guess me and Marius are going back to our room now. Grantaire will be waiting." Bossuet said as he waved and raced away with Marius. Joly, Bahorel and Enjolras also went back to their room so it left me with 'Chetta. "I think we should get going." I said. 'Chetta nodded as we headed off back to our rooms. It was a rather slow journey because of my stupid ankle but at least I had my friends supporting me all the way.
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