Author's Note: Okay guys this is going to be a long one hope you like it. Thank you!
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I visited Cosette often, but not so much as when we were children. We are both eighteen and I knew she would take care of herself. In the meantime I have fallen in love with my good friend Marius Pontmercy, but I still kept an ear and eye out for Enjolras.
"Good morning Monsieur, what's new with you?" I asked leaning up against the door frame of the rented apartment. The bourgeois boy with brown hair, green eyes and a freckled face turned to me and smiled, making my heart melt.
"Good Morning Eponine, today I shall be attending a meeting at the Cafe Musain." he answered and I responded with a confused look. He had mentioned before that he didn't believe in the revolution that was being discussed. He only went because he liked telling them it was useless and that they were fighting a loss cause, he believed in love not violence, he also believed that everything was right in the world, every time he said this I would get mad at him but cover it with a smile.
"Oh," I said, "So I guess I won't be seeing you much today, right?"
"Actually, you might," he answered, "would you mind coming with me, someone needs to stand up and tell that hard-headed, marble statue that he is fighting for nothing and he won't listen to me so maybe since your a girl he'll listen," he mentioned explaining my purpose.
"I'll come Monsieur," I told him. We walked, or I followed him with my head down until he stopped and I bumped into him. I looked up at him to notice he was staring starstruck at a girl. Not just any girl though, the girl I was suppose to be protecting. Cosette.
"'Ponine do you know that girl?" he asked distracted.
"It's Eponine," I never let anyone call me by that name, not even Marius.
"Right, but do you know that angel?" he said staring at the "angel". He usually asked this when he liked someone, since I'm known for knowing my way around.
"Yes, now can we go back to the Cafe?" I said hurriedly trying to get him away from my best friend's sister.
"Eponine find where she lives," he ordered softly, I was going to say no, but I glanced at Cosette's face to see she had the same expression as Marius, so I agreed to do it later since I wanted to actually see what the meeting was about.
We arrived at the meeting within minutes. I took in my surroundings like usual and saw a load of university boys. One that caught my attention was drinking a bottle of wine and laughing with another boy. Marius decided to tell me profiles.
"Alright you see the monsieur with the bottle?" he asked and I nodded, "that's Grantier and that's Joly our medic, he's also a hypochondriac" he pointed to the man laughing with the drunk, "the man with the slick back blonde hair and glasses is Combeferre, he is a philosopher, but he also has some medical knowledge, the one next to him is Courfeyrac," that sounded familiar, "the marble man's little brother and the biggest flirt," that had to be a coincidence, "then that one hunched over the notebook is Jehan our poet and at the table with him is Feuilly, the artist, Bahorel the brute, Bossuet the unluckiest man on Earth, and our newest edition Gavroche, our little spy, as Courf likes to call him." I looked them all over and noticed it was indeed my little brother with them. "But I don't see our fearless leader," Marius said interrupting my thoughts. Then the bell above the entrance rang and a man walked through. He had to be six feet tall and he had broad shoulders with a proud chest, he looked to be my age. He had curly, blonde hair that covered his eyebrows, but what drew me in were his eyes. They were the purest blue and they held fire in them. He reminded me of Enjolras; there was a great resemblance, but I wasn't sure. When the unnamed man looked up showing his face he had a bruise covering his right eye and his lip was bleeding. Joly, the medic made his way over to the boy to look over his injuries, but the blond man brushed him off as if he was used to this.
"Ah there he is the marble man, our fearless leader," Grantier announced and Marius laughed. The "marble man" rolled his eyes and went over to Combeferre.
"Oh mon ami," Combeferre said, "what on Earth did you say now?" he asked with a chuckle.
"A man in a flashy suite grabbed a little girl's arm because he caught her pick pocketing," he explained, "and I know it's a crime, but if everyone was equal and well off he wouldn't have this problem of pick pockets, no one would. Anyway I stopped him and the girl got away and I lectured the man. He got fed up and punched me in the eye then in my lip," he finished.
"You have to be careful, mon ami," he said still chuckling.
The blue eyed man looked up quickly then his eyes landed on mine and a look of recognition flashed across his eyes. Could it be? Was it really my Enjolras? The look-a-like came towards me and grabbed my hand, it felt calloused but familiar.
"Have we met before Mademoiselle?" he asked as he bent down to kiss my hand quickly, then he rose to his full height. All his friends looked in awe, confusion, and interest.
"I-" I was going to say 'I don't know', but I was interrupted by the one and only Marius.
"There's no way possible that you two have met," he blurted, "I mean you are a gamin and Enjolras is socially challenged," he addressed me, even though his face stayed stoic I saw a fire spark in Enjolras's eyes, it had to be him.
"Marius do you ever think before you open your mouth?," he said flatly, "never address a lady, or anyone as a gamin, we are all equal, and never interrupt a lady, now mademoiselle, you were saying," he turned back to me.
"Oh, um I don't believe we met before," Ugh, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid. Why would I say that? I should have said, 'Yes I believe we have.' Great.
"Hmm." he said in thought, "Well mademoiselle, my name is Enjolras."
"Or marble man." Grantier.
"Lover of liberty." Combeferre.
"The resident statue." Courfeyrac
"Or the all mighty Apollo," Many of his friends threw in and I giggle when he glared at them.
"I'm Eponine. Eponine Jondrette," I lied. Enjolras looked at me suspiciously as if to say, 'still lying about your name?'. But I must be imagining things.
"Hmm. Jondrette?" he mumbled to himself.
"Everyone I have an announcement to make," Marius stated and everyone looked at him. "I am in love!" I felt a pain stab my heart, but it wasn't as pronounced as before. Grantier clapped sarcastically at his announcement, Jehan sighed happily as if thinking up a new topic to write on, Joly laughed, Feuilly nodded distracted (he was working on a fan I think), Bahorel was also laughing, Gavroche made a face of disgust, Courfeyrac was smiling at him, Combeferre acted as if nothing happened (he was reading a book), and Enjolras rolled his eyes, but inquired about the girl.
"What was this mademoiselle's name?" he asked and Marius averted his eyes.
"I'm not sure," he mumbled.
"Well do you even know what she looks like, or is she imaginary," he teased slightly.
"Yes I know what she looks like!" Marius exclaimed, "She has golden locks, like wheat and blue eyes like the sky after it clears from rain and the sun shines through, her skin is like pure milk and looks to be as soft as silk. She looks like an angel that was sent to me by God himself." he sighed, Enjolras looked ready to gag. "Wait! Eponine do you know her name?" he asked me, I thought about saying no, but if I told him it would give me a chance to see if this Enjolras was my Enjolras.
"Yes, her name is Cosette, she's like a sister to me," I saw Marius's and Enjolras's eyes widen.
"How is she like a sister to you?" Marius asked in utter shock that I would know the bourgeois girl that well. Enjolras looked ready to kill Marius, he had to be the right Enjolras, no doubt.
I decided to test further, "My best friend from years ago had some family problems and he left her with me and my parents." I knew it was him because this time both him and Courfeyrac looked at each other. I looked at him and he returned the glance.
"Mademoiselle are you sure we haven't met before?" he asked quietly. I nodded unsure why I was hiding. Oh yeah I let his sister slip through my fingers. His brows furrowed in concentration.
I stayed at the Cafe the whole day listening to Enjolras's speeches and Grantier's slurred singing. I also caught up with my brother Gavroche.
"Eponine can you take this letter to my beloved?" Marius asked, I looked outside, it was getting dark. As much as I knew this would shatter my heart more, I decided I would since the letter was for Cosette.
"Okay Monsieur Pontmercy," I agreed taking the note from him.
As I moved to the door I heard a loud voice ring behind me. "Marius! You can't be serious in letting this friend of yours go out into the night to deliver a note!" Enjolras boomed at him, yup it was him alright, still the same hot-headed, over protective boy I knew from all those years ago. One time when we were kids Montparnasse, another childhood friend, decided to play rough with me and Enjolras gave him a black eye.
"But Eponine doesn't mind, right?" he asked me.
"No I don't mind," I said looking at my broken, muddy shoes, I could feel Enjolras's stare on me.
"Fine Pontmercy," he said with venom in his voice, "I will take your stupid letter to your so called beloved, Eponine shouldn't have to go all over Paris at night just for a letter that can no doubt can wait 'till morning ," he told him, the rest of the Les Amis, and me, looked shocked that their fearless leader would deliver a letter on behalf of me.
"Mon ami, are you feeling well?" the man named Joly asked trying to feel his forehead. Enjolras smacked his hand away.
"Yes, I'm fine," he turned to me,"Now where does this young unfortunate mademoiselle live?" he asked gently.
"55 Rue Plummet, Monsieur," I told him.
"Mademoiselle my name is Enjolras, or if you prefer Gabriel," he said then left out the door.
Author's Note: Whew! Okay I don't now if I will update one as long as this, but I will try to update as much as possible. Review Thank you!