AN- So, I realized that I've been spelling Courfeyrac's name wrong this whole time (I've been spelling it like this- Coufeyrac), so I went back and fixed all the chapters that he was in. Sorry for the mix up. So I decided to post this chapter a little early because I thought you all deserved it. You guys have been great! Thank you so much for the support! :)
Anyways, on with the chapter! Happy reading! :)

Disclaimer- I do not own Les Miserables :(

May 1st, 1832

That morning, Enjolras awoke to an empty bed. It was strange because he had been so used to waking up and finding Eponine next to him.

Where has the girl gone? Enjolras asked himself. Not two seconds later, he heard a crash coming from the kitchen.

Enjolras jumped out of bed and ran to the kitchen. There, he found Eponine cleaning up a broken plate that she had dropped.

"What happened?" Enjolras asked. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine," Eponine replied. "I tried to make a special breakfast for you. I thought that it would be nice after you lead that successful rally yesterday."

"That's very kind of you, Eponine." Enjolras flashed a genuine smile of gratitude to her. "But, I'm still wondering, how did the plate break?"

"I must've spilled some flour and then slipped on it," she explained.

Flour? He didn't have any flour… Where did Eponine get flour?

Eponine saw Enjolras's confused face and realized what he must've been thinking.

"I wanted to make pastries, and I knew where you kept the money, so I went out early this morning to pick up the ingredients. The baker even gave me a good recipe to use." Eponine turned around and grabbed the surviving plate. It had a beautiful, golden brown, chocolate chip pastry with a dusting of powder sugar on top.

"It looks delicious!" Enjolras exclaimed. He took the plate that Eponine offered to him, and he sat down at the table. Eponine sat down next to him with her own pastry, and they both ate in comfortable silence.

"Eponine, that was amazing!" Enjolras praised. "You have a real gift."

"It was beginner's luck, that's all," Eponine replied, waving off the compliment. She then saw the sincerity in Enjolras's eyes. She smiled widely at him. "Thank you very much, Enjolras."

The rest of the morning and afternoon went by in a blur. Finally, it was time for Les Amis de l'ABC's meeting at the Café Musain.

Everyone, but Marius, had shown up for their meeting. Enjolras decided to start without him.

"Okay, what's the news with Paris today?" Enjolras asked his friends.

"At Notre Dame, the sections are prepared!" Combeferre exclaimed.

"At rue de Bac, they're straining at the leash!" Feuilly added in.

"Students, workers, everyone. There's a river on the run. Like the flowing of the tide. Paris coming to our side!" Courfeyrac declared.

Enjolras got everyone's attention, stepped up on top of a table, and started to speak. "The time is near, so near that it's stirring the blood in their veins. And yet beware; don't let the wine go to your brains! For the army we fight is a dangerous foe. With the men and the arms that we never can match. It is easy to sit here and swat them like flies, but the national guard will be harder to catch. We need a sign to rally the people, to call them to arms, to bring them in line!" Everyone cheered, and Enjolras stepped down from the table. That's when Marius walked in.

"Marius, you're late," Enjolras scolded.

"Sorry…" he apologized.

"Don't let it happen again."

"Marius, what's wrong to day?" Joly asked him.

"Some wine and say what's going on!" Grantaire implored.

"I still haven't found Cosette. One minute there then she was gone," Marius explained. "Where could she be?" It had been more than two months since he had first saw her, and he thought of he constantly. He had been looking for her, but he still could not find her.

"What's going on here?" Enjolras had turned his back for one minute, and already they were distracted. This is why he didn't bother with girls.

"You talk of battles to be won, and here he comes like Don Juan. It's better than an opera!" Grantaire proudly proclaimed.

Enjolras jumped back up on the table which caused everyone to bring their focus back on him. "It is time for us all to decide who we are. Do we fight for the right to a night at the opera now? Have you asked of yourselves what's the price you might pay? Is it simply a game for rich young boys to play? The color of the world is changing day by day." Enjolras hopped down and walked among his friends and followers. "Red, the blood of angry men! Black, the dark of ages past! Red, a world about to dawn! Black, the night that ends at last!"

Marius tried to defend himself against his silver-tongued friend. "Had you been there that night, you might know how it feels to be struck to the bone in a moment of breathless delight! Had you been there that night, you might also have known how your world may be changed in just one burst of light! And what was right seems wrong, and what was wrong seems right."

"Red!" Grantaire called.

"I feel my soul on fire!" Marius explained.

"Black!" Grantaire exclaimed.

"My world if she's not there!" That's when everyone decided to join in on the joke.

"Red!" they all joked.

"The color of desire!" Marius was desperate.

"Black!" they all cried.

"The color of despair!" Marius finished.

Enjolras finally got a hold of everyone's attention and got them all to focus again. Then, he walked towards Marius, grabbed him by the shoulders, and tried to get him to let go of this girl. "Marius, you're no longer a child. I do not doubt you mean it well, but now there is a higher call. Who cares about your lonely soul? We strive towards a larger goal. Our little lives don't count at all!" Enjolras released Marius and walked away. Marius sat down, dejected from all that was going on around him. Enjolras, for the last time, stood back on the table and got everyone to say with him, "Red, the blood of angry men! Black, the dark of ages past! Red, the world about to dawn! Black, the night that ends at last!"

Enjolras got down and then sat down on the edge of the table, speaking with his friends. "Well, Courfeyrac, do we have all the guns? Feuilly, Combeferre, our time is running short. Grantaire put the bottle down! Do we have the guns we need?"

Grantaire, with bottle in hand, retorted saying, "Give me brandy on my breath, and I'll breathe them all to death!"

Courfeyrac then cut in with a real answer. "In St. Antoine, they're with us to a man!"

"In Notre Dame, they're tearing up the stones!" Combeffere added in.

"Twenty rifles good as new!" Feuilly called.

That's when Gavroche ran in, and he was trying to get someone's attention. It wasn't working. "Listen to me!"

"Twenty rounds for every man!" Joly added to Feuilly's remark.

"Listen to everyone!" Gavroche yelled, but no one would listen.

"Double that in Port St. Cloud!" Jen Prouvaire exclaimed.
Lesgles ended their list with, "Seven guns in St. Martian!"

Gavroche jumped up on Enjolras's table and yelled. "LISTEN EVERYBODY!" Finally, he had everyone's attention. "General Lamarque is dead!"

AN- Hey readers! Did you like the chapter? Did you like how I incorporated the Red and Black song? I know it's not completely the same. Sorry about that. I introduced Cosette too early, so I had to improvise. It turned out pretty good, though, didn't it? Plus, it's a lot longer than the last few chapters were. The last chapter that was this long was chapter 5. In all honesty, it probably wouldn't've been so long if I didn't incorporate the song. But, that aside, it was pretty good. Anyways, hope you liked the chapter. Please review/follow/favorite. Have a great weekend, everyone! See you next week! :)