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Grantaire seemed doubtful when Éponine insisted on going to her place. He walked her to the trailer and raised an eyebrow. "Okay, now I see why you want to spend so much time with me."

She elbowed him in the soft spot under his ribs and he grunted in pain. She murmured, bitterly, "Home sweet home."

The trailer and the RV were located in a random tangle of trees right down the street from Musain High School. The two structures were hidden from the road by the low branches. The clearing was just big enough that the separate living spaces were a good six feet apart, but small enough that it sometimes felt a little cramped.

Upon realizing that Éponine wasn't going to say anything else, Grantaire squeezed her hand and left. She was vaguely aware of the roaring of is engine as he drove away, leaving her alone in the clearing.

Éponine walked up to Courfeyrac's RV and tapped on the door. He answered, laughing over his shoulder at something that someone else must have said. "Oh, hey Éponine." He smiled, and a giggling Gavroche ducked under the older boy's arm.

"Hey, Courf'. It's time for Gavroche to come on home." She said, managing a slight smile for the jovial student. Gavroche pouted and tugged at Courfeyrac's shirt sleeve

"Do I have to?" he whined. Éponine chuckled and nodded.

"They need room for both Marius and Courfeyrac. They can barely fit in their mini fridge." She said the last part bitterly, remembering that she had no such thing. Gavroche hung his head, dejectedly.

"But… Ép, they have a TV!" He strained, but Éponine stood her ground. Courfeyrac smiled at her.

"You'd think the kid's never seen a TV before!"

He hasn't, she thought, but she said, "Yeah, kids are hilarious. Come on, Gav."

"Where do you think you're going?" A voice said from behind her. She whipped around and scowled.

"Would you stop that, Enjolras?" She snapped. Seriously, though. The boy seemed to enjoy popping up behind her and scaring the living shit out of her. As she cooled down a little, she responded to him haughtily. "And I'm going home."

"It didn't seem like much of a home to me." He said, matter-of-factly. Suddenly infuriated, she ran at him and shoved her arms against his chest. It was almost amusing, seeing this small-boned girl trying to fight the tall God-like youth.

"You don't know me, you don't know my life!" She yelled, and Enjolras did nothing; he let her pound her fists against his chest for it didn't really hurt him. Once she had been reduced to fuming instead of taking action, he stepped forwards and took a hold of Gavroche's shoulder. The kid seemed surprised, but let Enjolras lead him to stand by his sister.

"I'm not pretending to." He told her, calmly. She was confused; if she'd yelled at any of the other men in her life that way, she would be in a bloody heap on the ground. But Enjolras, he was different. "Why don't you guys come and stay with me?" He offered. She shook her head and tugged Gavroche away.

"We're good."

He looked at her, his stony expression never once breaking. "It's not safe."

She burst into a bitter, scary laughter. "Nothing in my life is safe, Apollo. Never has been, never will be."

"Just give it a chance, Jondrette. I have five bedrooms in my house and only one is occupied. My parents are literally always out of town. It's a really stupid decision if you don't."

Courfeyrac and Gavroche exchanged a glance, and finally she gave in. "Fine. But I can leave whenever I want. And you have to help me with homework."

Enjolras rolled his eyes. "You're staying in my house. Shouldn't you be paying me?"

"It's against my will." She smirked, and he stepped forwards to shake her hand.

"Deal."

It was nicer than anywhere she'd ever stayed. Back when they owned the 'inn' on that farm in Louisiana, her room was in the barn. To 'keep her away from wandering hands'. At the time, she thought it was splendid. She even made fun of Azelma and Cosette for staying in the house.

At this point in her life, however, she grimaced bitterly at the realization that she'd never once slept in a proper bed. Her mattress back in the trailer was as thin as most people's duvet covers and it was eaten through by maggots. When the lived under a bridge... Well, that one's an explanation in itself.

So when she was shown to her 'room' at Enjolras' place, she thought it was almost too good to be true. He told her that it was meant for his sister who was never born. Although she felt as though that was a piece of personal information, he said it so coolly that she wasn't implied to feel as though he was confiding in her. Gavroche got the game room, wanting to sleep on the leather couch in preference to a bed.

Éponine collapsed on her new mattress. She sank into the soft surface and her dirty hands roamed the 600-thread pink sheets. That was the only bad thing about the room; it was obviously made for a girly girl. The walls were painted a cool mint-green while the crown molding was done in pink. The curtains were sheer and ivory, the sheets were pink, and the furniture was made of a dark red wood.

Then she sat up, quickly thinking of the jack-and-jill bathroom that connected her and Enjolras' rooms. For the first time in her life, Éponine was going to have a proper shower.

A/N: Okay, I hate being the author who does this, but I won't update this (or any of my other stories) until I get a total of 20 reviews. If, for one chapter, everyone who reads this decides to review, that will send me over 20! So, um, review? :)

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