Enjolras was strolling through the mazes of shops on his way home from the cafe the next day when he saw Cosette gazing into a shop window. He rushed to her side.

"Hello, Madame." Enjolras said politely. "May I ask you what you know about Madame Eponine and Monsieur Courfeyrac?"

Cosette looked at Enjolras like she had finally found out a secret he had been keeping. "I've heard from a few people that you have asked about them." She gave a small, gentle, smirk to him.

"What are you trying to imply, Madame?" He looked at her, not completely sure what she was trying to accuse him of.

"I'm implying," Cosette started, "that you fancy 'Ponine, and seeing her with Courfeyrac makes you jealous." Her hard eyes stared into his and Enjolras then stood straight up.

"Madame, that is crazy. I fancy no one- there is no time too."

She smiled at him again. "Oh, Enj. If by chance you are jealous, don't look behind you." Cosette started walking away, her head held high as if she were proud of a new discovery.

Not listening to her words, Enjolras turned around, and saw Eponine and Courfeyrac sitting at a small table outside a restaurant. Courfeyrac's hand was resting on top of Eponine's and they were sitting rather closely. Eponine threw her head back in laughter at something Courfeyrac said, and Enjolras ached a little on the inside.

No one actually knew, but Enjolras admired Eponine- and he rarely admires anyone. He loved when she smiled, laughed, talked. Enjolras enjoyed talking to her. They would discuss education, and politics- where there were views they would agree on and ones they didn't. That was another thing he admired; how she challenged him. He's seen some of the girls the other boys brought around- couldn't hold a conversation, or never understood what they were talking about. But not Eponine. She always understood and enjoyed what they all talked about. Not only that, but she had quite a sense of humor. Always laughing at a joke, or making one.

Enjolras just hated the thought of Courfeyrac doing to her what he did to other girls- whom he seems for one night, then avoids.

He came back to reality at the moment where Courfeyrac pulled Eponine closer, and she rested her head on his shoulder. Enjolras shook his head as if it would get the thought of Eponine out of his head. "No time for silly relationships." he thought to himself, "And even if there were, it would not be with Eponine." He looked at them once more, then with a small sigh, turned around and continued on the way to his apartment.

Eponine looked curious and anxious.

"What's wrong?" Courfeyrac asked, taking a smooth sip of his red wine.

"Oh, nothing." she replied, not sharing her thoughts as usual.

"Come on, you can tell me!" he insisted, giving her a large grin.

Enjolras was on her mind. "I just keep hearing about Enj asking questions... It's just weird..." Eponine stated, shaking her head a little. Courfeyrac knew what she was referring to.

"Yes, I suppose it is. But he's Enjolras. He can be weird sometimes."

In her head Eponine couldn't stop thinking about the little spat they had the day before. She remembered the concerned look in his eyes-which wasn't usual. How his voice grew very soft, and weak when he apologized to her. "He couldn't possibly be jealous, could he?" Eponine muttered to herself, very quietly under her breathe.

"What was that?" Courfeyrac asked, hearing just a small part of her quiet comment.

"Oh, just thinking aloud!" Eponine responded happily, forcing a smile, then downing the rest of her wine. She was still thinking about him, "I have to talk to Enjolras."

Their date ended, and Courfeyrac asked Eponine if she would like him to walk her home. "Oh, no, it's fine, I have to go run a few errands quickly. Thanks, though." She smiled.

Eponine didn't kiss him this time; just gave him a tight embrace. If Enjolras was jealous she didn't want anything to get too serious between her and Courfeyrac.

Slowly she walked to Enjolras' apartment, her heart beat speeding up. She was nervous about what she would say-how she would approach the subject.

Eponine neared the skinny, white door, took in a deep breathe, and gently-yet hesitantly-knocked.

"Oh... uh, Eponine... Hello..."

Authors note: Sorry it wasn't too long... It will be longer in the future due to what will happen :)