AN- Sorry again for making chapter 5 so late! Glad you guys liked it. Here's chapter 6 (On Time!). Hope you like it :)
Eponine didn't stay at the café that night. She had to find somewhere to stay. Maybe Montparnasse would give her a warm bed for the night. She knew it would cost her, but it was better than sleeping on the streets.
It was then that Eponine spotted Enjolras. She ran over.
"What are you doing, Mon- I mean Enjolras?" She was still getting used to calling him that. "All the men are at the café. Why aren't you?"
"I'm tired, so I decided to go home," he replied. "Where are you going? It's getting late. Shouldn't you be heading home?" Eponine looked at her feet.
"Eponine, why don't you go home?" Enjolras asked.
"I've been kicked out," she said like it was an ordinary occurrence, which it was.
"Well then, you'll just have to stay with me," Enjolras stated.
"I wouldn't want to oppose, and having me at your house could ruin your reputation."
"What reputation?" Enjolras started. "I'm the leader of a revolution. My 'reputation' is already compromised." Eponine nodded in agreement. She knew what danger he was in.
"Very well, but only for one night," Eponine said, finally giving in.
"You may stay as long as you like."
They arrived at Enjolras' flat in a quarter of an hour. It was a simple, four room apartment. There was a living room, kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom.
"I'll take the couch, and you can have the bed," Enjolras stated.
"Oh no-" Eponine started but was cut off.
"I will not hear anything about it. You will sleep on the bed, and that's final."
Eponine surrendered and walked into the bedroom.
After changing into his nightshirt, Enjolras grabbed an extra blanket and pillow. After curling up on the couch, Enjolras slept well knowing Eponine was safe in his bed and not on the streets.
May 2nd, 1832
Eponine awoke to the sound of birds chirping. That was the first night of restful sleep that she had had in a long time. She stretched and sat up, looking around. It was a quaint looking room with a small bed, end table, dresser, and closet. In the far wall, there was a huge book shelf full of books. Eponine stood and walked over to it. She browsed for a short time, and then she took out a red, leather-bound book. It said, "The Republic, By Plato". Eponine walked back to the bed, sat down, and started to read. That's how Enjolras found her an hour later.
Enjolras knocked and then entered his room, surprised at what he saw.
"What are you doing with my book?" Enjolras asked.
"Reading," Eponine stated.
"You can read?" he asked. He then noticed what he had just said. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."
"I understand," Eponine said, closing the book. "I learned when I was young. I try to practice as much as I can, so I don't forget, but it's difficult."
"Well then, you're welcome to any of my books. Just promise to be careful. They're very important to me."
"Of course. You can trust me," she replied with a smile.
"So, what are you reading?" he asked.
"The Republic."
"Very nice. That's one of my favorites." Enjolras smiled at the thought of his book. It had brought him lots of inspiration for many of his speeches.
"I'm only about twenty pages in. I'm not used to the big words."
"How long have you been reading?"
"Maybe an hour."
"Well, are you hungry?" Enjolras asked. He couldn't miss the way Eponine's eyes lit up at the mention of food.
"Yes, very."
"Well then, let's go eat," stated Enjolras. I don't have enough food here for the both of us."
"What are we waiting for, then?" Eponine asked with excitement. "Let's go!"
It had been years, longer than she could remember, since Eponine had eaten so well. Even when she was young, and her parents owned an inn, she didn't. She had pretty clothes and nice dolls, but the food wasn't always the best.
Eponine was surprised that she had turned from a spoiled, rotten kid to a poor, street urchine. It was sad, but she knew that she had deserved it. She was horrible to a young girl who lived with her family all those years ago. Now she's rich, beautiful, and has Marius. Yes, she had known Cosette shince she was very young. She was horrible to her. her family treated her like a slave. One night, a man came and took her away. He gave her parents 1,500 francs and took her with him. Now, all these years later, Cosette's the rich, pretty one, abd Eponine's as poor as can be.
"Eponine, are you ok?" Enjolras asked. She jumped a little. "What's wrong?"
"Oh nothing. I was just thinking about something," They were walking home from breakfast how, and their time together had been filled with too much silence.
"If you ever need to say somthing, feel free. You can trust me." Enjolras felt weird. He had never felt this way before.
"Thank you, but I'm okay, really." Eponine smiled, but she really appreciated the concern. No one had ever cared for her before. She liked Enjolras. He was a good friend. She had never had a real friend before. She could get used to it.
AN- FRIENDZONED! Sorry, but it had to be done. Eponine will not give up on Marius without a fight, but eventually she will have to face the truth. At least, we hope she will... ;) Thanks for reading! Please review/follow/favorite my story. It's greatly appreciated!