Sorry It's been a while guys! Here you go!

Disclaimer: Hahaha haha ha I own Les Mis? Yeah in my dreams.

Chapter 12

"Enjolras, I need to talk to you."

Eponine had found herself rushing home. She checked on Gavroche to make sure he hadn't ripped apart the apartment, ("Gosh 'Ponine! Don't ya trust me!") and asked Azelma to keep an eye on the house, ("Fine I'll do whatever you want. I always do whatever you want, don't I?") and before she could even think things over, she found herself at Enjolras's door, where she was now standing.

"What is it Eponine? I figured you would be coming around to talk to Marius, but he's at the café with the others," Enjolras said, mildly concerned.

Eponine crossed the length of the living room, and sat on the sofa, head in hands, "I made a huge mistake today, maybe the largest mistake in all of history."

"What happened? I'm sure it will be okay, Eponine."

"I don't know if it will be okay," Eponine started to cry, "It's just, that Cosette, She doesn't fancy Marius. She doesn't fancy him at all."

Enjolras sat down next to Eponine, "Don't cry, it's not your fault. You can't control the way she feels."

"The thing I'm sure she would like Marius if it wasn't for me. She fancies another man. Another man, I… introduced her to."

"I still don't think it's that bad 'Ponine"

"That's the thing, it is bad. If Marius would find out it would crush him. Because, because… Cosette thinks she may have feelings for, well, you."

Enjolras was shocked. He hadn't said three words to Cosette the whole time they were at her home. Enjolras grabbed Eponine's hand, "I don't know what to say."

"And I figured Cosette is so rich, and funny, not to mention beautiful, why wouldn't you like her?" Eponine wasn't even controlling what came out of her mouth, she just let it flow.

"Eponine I could never even consider fancying Cosette."

"Why not? She's perfect! Every guy would fancy perfect little Cosette!"

"I already love someone else. And trust me, she's a thousand times better than Cosette ever will be."

And just like that, he kissed her.

Eponine was shocked. Of course she had an idea of how Enjolras felt, but she wasn't sure he would ever act on it. And she figured as soon as she said "Cosette" he would run and fall as deeply in love with her as Marius was, but instead here he was, kissing her.

Eponine started laughing and Enjolras pulled away saying, "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have-"

"No! It's not you Enjolras. I was just laughing because when I came here that was really the last thing I expected to happen, but the best possible turn out that could."

"Eponine I should've told you how I felt sooner. I just couldn't face my feelings, couldn't face you. I didn't know if you felt the same way, but when you came in here tonight, I could tell you weren't only worried about sparing Marius's feelings, but your own. I knew this was the right time to tell you, or well show you I suppose."

"Well I'm sure glad you did," Eponine joked, than in all seriousness said, "I'll admit, I was afraid to fall for you. I wasn't afraid of getting hurt, or any other reasonable fear. I was afraid because I had this image, this dream, of a perfect life and I wasn't sure you would fit, but you did. You proved to me you were perfect. And as soon as I realized it, I was afraid of something else, losing you before I got to ever have you."

Then Enjolras kissed her again. More deep, more passionate, now that he knew Eponine was okay with it. But of course at that very moment, Marius walked in the door.

"Well…" At first Marius looked shocked, but then he smiled. He had obviously known how the two had felt about each other, "Am I interrupting something? Because I can go, Grantaire did say have another drink, but I said no, Enjolras is home alone, I suppose I should head home so he's not lonely, but I see you had plenty of company."

"Oh I should be going,"Eponine quickly stood and walked towards the door, "Goodnight Marius. Goodnight Enjolras."

"When Eponine got to the hallway, she smiled. She decided she would tell Azelma, since she had no idea about anything. Eponine brushed her hair down, and opened her apartment door.

Eponine could never have prepared herself for what she saw. Gavroche was laying on the ground, obviously hurt, maybe passed out. Azelma had his head on her lap, brushing his hair out of his face. Her freckled face was bright red, like she had been slapped, and her new dress was torn and crinkled as if someone had grabbed it and ripped it. Azelma's green eyes looked up into Eponine's, pleading. And there in the middle of the room, stood Eponine's father. A shiver went up Eponine's back.

"Father, you're home."

AHHHHH! Crazy chapter! I know it's not great, I'm not exactly the most romantic person