AN- Hi... So, again, I'm sooooo sorry for taking so long to update! I'm starting college tomorrow, too, so it'll probably be awhile until I finish another chapter. I don't want to say that I'm putting this story on hiatus, but it'll probably feel like it is. Again, I'm really sorry.

Anyway, I hope you all still reading like this chapter. :) I know it's not very long, but I thought it would be nice to get something up before classes start. So, read and enjoy! :)

June 10th, 1832

It was the morning after Énjolras's confession, and everyone in the house was still asleep. At least for the moment.

Minutes later, a very hung over Grantaire stirred from his drunken stupor, with a horrible headache. Confused by how comfortable he was, he sat up and looked around. The room looked strangely familiar to him and the two men sleeping on his floor looked like people he knew. He wondered whose house he was in and who those men were.

Sitting up, Grantaire shook his head, trying to clear his blurred vision. Soon, he was able to make out the faces of the men on the floor, and he also noticed that it was his apartment that he was in.

"Ah, ghosts!" yelled Grantaire, making his head hurt even more, and waking both Joly and Combeferre.

"Huh?" started a confused and groggy Joly.

"What's going on?" asked Combeferre, looking towards Grantaire. He saw that their friend was finally awake and smiled. "Oh, Grantaire, you're awake. I'm sorry if we frightened you-" He was cut off.

"What are you doing here? And how did I get home? How much did I drink to be seeing you?"

"Grantaire, we're not ghosts," started Joly, finally realizing what was going on with Grantaire. "We're alive! We found you in an alleyway and stone drunk. We brought you home." Just then, Énjolras walked out of his room.

"Énjolras?" Grantaire asked, staring dazedly at his idol. "Apollo?"

Énjolras sighed and shook his head. "How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that, you old wine cask?"

"It really is you!" Grantaire exclaimed, trying to run to his friend, but he stumbled and fell. Eventually, with a little less pride then when he started, he got to where he was going and wrapped his arms around his friend.

"Grantaire, get off me!" Énjolras yelled, making Grantaire's head hurt again. He tried to push the drunkard off, but Grantaire had a tight grip. After a few minutes of just awkwardly standing there, Grantaire finally let go.

"How did you guys survive the barricade?" asked Grantaire, looking first to Énjolras and then to his other friends. "After I woke up, everyone was gone, and the whole city was talking about how many people had died. I went looking for everyone at their houses, but no one was there. I though everyone was dead." Tears started welling up in Grantaire's eyes.

"Not everyone is dead," replied Combeferre. "We did lose quite a few people, but a few of us did make it out alive."

"Did anyone else make it, besides you three?" Grantaire asked.

"One more person did make it out," said Joly.

"Who?"

Both Joly and Combeferre looked to Énjolras to answer that question.

"Éponine."

And as soon as he spoke her name, a high-pitched scream rang out through the apartment, coming from the girl's room.

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