"Oh... uh, Eponine... Hello..." Enjolras said, not expecting to see Eponine at his door.

"Hi, Enj... May I come in?" Eponine replied to him politely, her arms crossed in front of her as she looked up towards the taller man with large, sparkling eyes.

Enjolras nodded his head-his gold curls bobbing up and down a little with the subtle movement. He stepped aside, allowing Eponine to get through the narrow but tall doorway.

"What did you come for, Madame?" Enjolras asked, closing the door and following her into the airy living room as she sat down on the cool, dark brown leather couch.

"I don't want to fight with you," she started as Enjolras sat beside her, "But I am curious as to why ever since Courfeyrac and I went out you have been asking questions about us."

Enjolras looked into the distance as if he saw something lurking in the dark shadows of the room. But what he was really trying to do was avoid her gaze.

"Enjolras?" she said, wondering if he had become lost in thought. "Enjolras, look at me!"

He couldn't look at her. As much as he wished to acknowledge her, he just couldn't. Too many feelings came rushing at him each time he did, and he didn't have time for feelings-or at least that's what he continuously told himself. He knew it was rude to not look at a lady when she spoke, though, so he slowly turned his head to face her.

"You and Monsieur Courfeyrac... are you two becoming... serious, Madame 'Ponine?" Enjolras' voice was quiet, but Eponine could hear each and every word.

"Please," she chuckled, "don't be so formal with me." Eponine paused. "And why? Why do you want to know? Please Enjolras- just tell me." Eponine begged to the man as she took his hand in between hers. This made him tense, yet he enjoyed her soft, warm touch.

He shrugged his shoulder as he sat with his elbows and forearms resting on his knees and thighs. "Just curious, I suppose."

Eponine sighed and rolled her eyes a tad. "You have gone to great lengths just for your curiosity, then." She stopped, and it grew silent in the room. Eponine still had her hands gently grasping his. "You aren't jealous, are you Enj? Jealous of me being with someone now?" Her tone was soft and gentle- very polite, because she wished to approach the subject in a way that it wouldn't cause conflict.

Eponine's sweet tone filled his ears with delight, but the words stabbed him in the chest. He looked away once more; not being able to look her in the eyes once again. This time Eponine took her arm and entwined it with his- still having his hand.

Enjolras just wanted to kiss her- just take her in his arms and place his plump lips upon hers. He knew he never had the gull to do that though; no matter how much he wished too.

"Well, Enj?" Eponine piped up, her calm voice filling his head again.

"I do not have time for feelings of the sort, Madame." Enjolras responded, still looking down.

Eponine continued moving closer to him, then gently rested her head on his left shoulder. Enjolras became tense again, and didn't move.

"Why do you always say that, Enjy? There's always time for feelings- even when we truly think their isn't." her voice sounded solemn- as if she deeply cared for him.

"If you wish to know the truth, Madame 'Ponine," Enjolras started as Eponine lifted her head off his shoulder as to get a better view of his face. "I have grown fond of you... very fond of you... So fond, that I find myself thinking of you more frequently each day... Then upon seeing you with Monsieur Courfeyrac, I did become a little jealous..." His hands shook as he said these words; as did his voice. Enjolras never told another how he felt, let alone ones for another person whom he cared greatly. He couldn't keep what he felt locked up much longer- he had for so long and he felt that he would burst if he continued to do so.

Eponine took her hand to his face which was still facing down and gently moved it so that he was facing her.

"I've only dreamt of those words leaving your lips for me." She whispered to him, then she slowly brought her lips to his.

The kiss caught him off guard, and he became very stiff. After a moment he relaxed and placed his hands softly on both sides of her petite waist. Eponine could tell, now, that they both wanted this, so neither of them stopped.

Eponine's heartbeat grew faster- just as Enjolras'. For a while he had longed for the touch of another humans- a kiss, a hug- and he was glad that it was Eponine's.

Though he felt absolute blissfulness as they kissed and held each other, he knew what was right. Enjolras pulled away slowly, taking his hands away from her waist.

Eponine's wrists still rested on his neck, and she asked, "What's wrong?"

Enjolras sighed quietly, "Eponine, this isn't right... You made Monsieur Courfeyrac believe you liked him- as if it was going somewhere. He was going with you first, and I cannot do that to him. Eponine gave a look of confusion and almost anger.

"But Enj, what about what just happened? Our feelings? The kiss we just shared? Does that mean nothing now because of a few dates with Courfeyrac?" Her voice slowly rose as she spoke, and the sweet tone faded away.

"Eponine, please d-"

"No, Enjolras! You are so confusing sometimes!" Eponine interrupted, and she was now standing with her bag.

"Eponine, please don't storm out, can we not discuss this?" Enjolras own voice was now as loud as hers. He hated how fast their voices raised towards one another.

"What is there to discuss? You believe that I should stay with Courfeyrac even though you admitted to having some sort of feelings for me! That is all there is too it!" Her fare face became bright pink fast.

For a moment there was silence and a tear came to Eponine's dark brown eyes.

"Goodbye, Enjolras." She calmly said as she headed towards the door and placed her hand on the doorknob.

"Eponine, please!" Enjolras begged to her-much louder than intended, his hand outstretched.

"What else do you want from me, Enjolras? I have been around for almost two years now; talking with you, dropping hints here and there! Why do you all of a sudden have an interest in me?" Eponine was now turned around and facing him. She never wanted to fight, but her head was throbbing with hurt and a confusion of feelings. While she wanted to just kiss him and hold him, she also didn't even want to look at him.

"What do you mean- dropping hints?" Enjolras said, his voice calmer now.

Eponine was afraid she made a fool of herself saying that. But what she also thought was true-he was absolutely clueless to any flirtation. "It means that I've tried showing you I've been attracted to you." Her tone wasn't sweet, but somewhat harsh.

Enjolras flinched upon hearing the word word attracted. Attracted. It meant that someone wanted to be with him- whether it was just physically or emotionally. He feared in this case by what Eponine had said that it was both. And he felt horrible.

"Attracted?" He said, softly and rather innocently.

"Yes, attracted!" Eponine spat the word out fast- near cutting him off.

Enjolras began walking towards her with his hand out to touch, and comfort her- though he didn't know how to comfort people."Eponine, I- I,"

"Don't, Enjolras..." Eponine pulled away from him and shook her head. Enjolras just stood before her with a look that made it seem like he had no clue what to say- like he was dumbfounded.

Eponine stared at him in the silence. "Do not cry in front of him, 'Ponine. Show him you're strong." she thought to her self. But she had to. Even if she didn't want to, she felt a lump in her throat, and her eyes began to sting.

Eponine turned around- fast and swift- and opened the door and left- leaving Enjolras standing alone in the room.

Enjolras didn't know whether he should go after her or let her leave. Even if he did go after her, he didn't know what he would say. "Eponine, I've loved you for a long time- even though I didn't realize it until I saw you with Courfeyrac. I'm sorry I never realized I needed you before. Please forgive me." No, he couldn't say that. He could never admit something that big to someone.

He then decided not to chase after her, and went to his bedroom.