Combeferre remembered last night, and smiled while making his tea. But he frowned, remembering the other thoughts that had plagued him last night when he was walking home.

She liked Marius. No, she loved Marius. She didn't want to go out with Combeferre. Plus, Combeferre didn't really ever date. Maybe a couple girls in high school, but he never really liked the whole idea of dating someone. Except Eponine was just so beautiful, and completely unlike any other girl he'd ever met.

He also wasn't sure how Enjolras and Eponine stood with the break-up. Neither of them seemed upset about it, but Combeferre could never be completely sure. Some people were good at hiding those things. If she was, she wouldn't want to start another relationship too soon. But he also knew that he wouldn't be able to ask her out for another month, because he'd be too nervous. Would four weeks be enough time for her to get over him? Probably, but Combeferre didn't have experience with non-mutual break-ups. Or much experience with girls. But would that be enough time to get over Marius, too?

He didn't know. He just didn't know. And that bothered him, because he usually knew most things.

Meanwhile, Enjolras had gotten up. He looked over at Grantaire, who was still passed out on the couch, gripping the blanket Enjolras had draped over him before going to bed.

"Hey,"

"Good morning," Combeferre responded, "So, uh, Grantaire's here."

Enjolras laughed. "Yeah, guess you didn't know about that."

"No, I did not." Combeferre laughed, "Did you two finally confess your undying love for each other and kiss?"

"Ha, ha, 'Ferre. You know he doesn't like me that way," Enjolras said, sighing. This was one of the few reasons Combeferre didn't like Enjolras. He wasn't aware of his surroundings whatsoever. Grantaire and him were the only ones in their entire group of friends that didn't realize the other liked them. Everyone else saw it, and yet they both figured it impossible that the guy they'd loved since high school could ever love them back. Plus, it was a lot more obvious that Grantaire liked Enjolras than the fact that Enjolras liked Grantaire. This was one of the reasons why relationships confused Combeferre. Why did everyone have to hide their feelings? Why were humans so afraid of rejection that they couldn't be honest? Yet here Combeferre was, being a hypocrite. He really liked Eponine, yet he wasn't telling her.

"Okay," they paused, continuing to make their own breakfasts.

"So, maybe you and Eponine, huh?"

"What?" Combeferre said loudly, knocking over a few ingredients in front of him.

Enjolras laughed again. "Woah, I guess that's a yes?"

"It's nothing,"

"You've always been a terrible liar, 'Ferre, even though you can spot one a mile away. Do you like 'Ponine?" Combeferre didn't respond. "Wow, you do. Since when?" Combeferre still continued making his breakfast, so Enjolras repeated, "Wow,"

Since when did 'Ferre like a girl? That had never happened. There were some cute, nerdy girls that had big crushes on him in high school, and he did go out with a few really smart ones, but he never had a crush on them. He thought they were smart and pretty so he went out with them. But now he likes a girl? It's big news.

"Did I hear Combeferre likes 'Ponine?" Grantaire said. He apparently had woken up and was listening to their conversation. He had a splitting headache, but 'Ferre liking a girl was news.

"Yeah,"

"Guys," Combeferre said.

"Woah. Does Ep like him?"

"Guys," Combeferre repeated.

"Probably," Enjolras answered.

"You two are annoying. Nothing is going on because you and her broke up and she likes Marius, okay?" He didn't yell it, but he was far from his usual composure.

Grantaire immediately felt bad. So did Enjolras. "Sorry, man." Grantaire said.

"Don't worry, she probably likes you more than Marius," Enjolras helped,

"Yeah," Grantaire added. Combeferre didn't say anything else and finished his breakfast. Enjolras had to leave, soon followed by Combeferre, so Grantaire laid on the couch and watched T.V. He soon fell asleep.

Later that day, Combeferre had called Eponine to see how she was holding up. They decided that they should hang out today. So, soon Combeferre was ringing Eponine's doorbell.

She answered. "Hey,"

"Hi. Feeling better?"

She exhaled. "I think so. Come on in."

Combeferre stepped into her house. They hung out on the couch, watching T.V. She didn't really want to talk. She just wanted someone to be there with her. A few hours passed, and Combeferre decided he should head home, because he was going to go to a late lunch with a few of the ABC friends.

"Thanks, I needed to be with someone," Eponine said, as Combeferre was at the door.

He smiled, compassionately. "No problem."

"Umm," she said. Combeferre was about to leave, but Eponine was hesitant. He walked out the door and turned around to ask if she needed something, because she was being so hesitant. When he turned around, he saw Eponine right in front of him, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. Combeferre was completely shocked, but was incredibly happy that it was happening. He brought her closer to him, and she put her arms around his neck. When they separated, Combeferre looked completely shocked, and Eponine looked guilty.

"I'm sorry, I'm so- I just thought- and I couldn't stop myself because- I'm so sorry!" She began to hurry back inside, and he tried to stop her. She made it inside and began to shut the door, but he stuck his foot inside so she couldn't. "I'm sorry, just, please go, so I won't be embarrassed. I thought- well," Eponine tried to say.

"Hey, hey," he said, putting his arms on hers to calm her down, "I didn't say I didn't like it."

"What?"

He couldn't think of what to say to prove that he liked her. He just couldn't focus with her big eyes and the wonderful feeling of her lips on his and before Combeferre knew it, he was kissing her again.

They separated, each of their minds racing. What now? What was going to happen? She still liked Marius, she was still getting over Enjolras, and he couldn't ask her out. Except, it would've taken him months to kiss her, and she already fixed that, so could he be able to ask her out way sooner than he expected?

Eponine was so shocked that Combeferre liked her, too. But so many thoughts were going through her head she just couldn't take it.

"So, where do we go from here?" Eponine finally said,

"I don't know," Combeferre admitted.

He soon left. The two figured to think on the matter and return with a possible answer.

Combeferre sat silently through most of the lunch.

"Eponine?" Enjolras said, sitting next to him. Some of the boys had left, and the seats next to Combeferre were empty.

He nodded.

"What happened?"

Combeferre remained silent, still pondering his predicament.

Enjolras patted Combeferre on the back and stood up.

"We kissed and we aren't sure what to do in our situation."

Enjolras, surprised, sat back down.

"And I really like her, but I don't think she likes me, because of Marius. And even though we kissed, I feel like that is her reaction to being rejected by you two. I fear that I'm just there because she needs comfort and doesn't actually like me."

"Woah, yeah, that's a problem." Enjolras agreed, his mind already going to work to try and help his best friend. "So what do you want? How do you think you can fix the situation?"

"I just want to know if she likes Marius more than me." Combeferre said, flatly.

"Then just ask her." Enjolras said, simply. That was the end of their conversation.