Gravity Fallen: Part 1

by SmilesThroughFandoms

"You think that buy burying those books that you can stop me from coming back!" He laughed. It was like they were playing a game. But it was in fact he who was playing the game. But this was one game he was winning. He was winning their game; he was winning their game of reality. Their reality was a game to him. But he always did enjoy games…

5. The Hand That Rocks the 'Ponine

This is one of my favorite episodes. So this is one of my favorite chapters to write. I hope you all enjoy. I know I will! :D

Disclaimer: See chapter 1. Also, I don't own the song You Don't Know Me by Elizabeth Gilles. It's a good song, but sadly, I don't own anything.

The street-at least, Éponine was hoping (And praying) that it was a street-was wet. Like it had just rained. That wasn't what bothered her though, Éponine always loved the rain! What bothered her was that she was A: The only person on the street. B: It was so dark, she couldn't see where she was heading or where she had been. And C: Éponine didn't really know where she was headed.

"Where am I?" Éponine thought. She didn't recognize the street. If she had a street sign or a building or hell-even some freak that frequented that street would do! But no, she didn't have anything to go on!

"Hello?" The brunette called out. "Hello?" She was greeted by silence. She stopped walking. "Is anyone here?! Hello?!" Nothing. Hell, not even one of those cliché cricket-chirps you hear on TV. Which Éponine would've have welcomed greatly, especially since the silence was starting to get on her last nerve (and freak her out to a certain degree).

"Dammit! Where the hell am I?" Éponine shouted.

That's when she saw it. It had a pale yellow (Or was it light gold?) light behind it. From her position, she could exactly tell what it was, but it was certainly better than what she was in now. So, she started to walk toward it. Éponine narrowed her eyes, what was in front of her.

That when she heard it.

It sounded like a cackle. Like a maniacal laughter of some maniac behind her. Or was it in front of her? To her left? Her right? If she didn't know better, Éponine would've assumed that it came from all around her. It wasn't until a few minutes later that she realized that she had started to run toward the thing.

"There's a big secret in Gravity Falls."

What the-? Was she imagining things? Did someone just speak to her? But she's the only person here, right? Right?

"What goes up, must come down."

Éponine started to slow down. Where did that come from? Who said that?

"Someone's playing with fire…" That sounded a bit teasing. A cackled followed this statement.

Éponine slowed down to a stop. "Who's there?" She was greeted by a cackle. "I'm warning you!" Another cackle. "Where are you? Who are you?"

"Blondie knows more than you think, Éponine." The voice said.

The hell… Éponine whirled around. No one was behind her. "You freak, where are you?" She shouted.

"Physic Star is searching for something…" The voice sounded teasing again. And who the fucking hell was Physic Star?!

"Alright, that tears it!" Éponine started to spin around, trying in vain to find the source of the voice. "Whoever you are, you better show your fucking ass! Or else I'm gonna find you and turn your face into a doormat!"

"I'm coming for you…" That made Éponine stop dead in her tracks. The voice, it sounded so close. Too close. Far too close for comfort. "I'm coming for you Éponine…"

Éponine turned around, her mouth fell open in a silent gasp. She wasn't sure what it was, but whatever it is, it floated. And wore a top hat, and had a pair of arms and legs that reminded her of an old cartoon, and twirled a cane in one of his hands, and was shaped like a… triangle?

"Who-Who are you?"

"I'm coming for you soon Éponine… Coming for you… And your friends… And those books."

Books? What books? She glanced around. She gasped when she saw 3 lying on the ground. That book was definitely not there before! It was open to a page. Slowly, she walked over to it. When she was close enough, she bent down to read the page. She swore she could feel her heart stop.

It was on that page! The page! The page she was reading when she fell in the shop. The page that talked about… Éponine squinted her eyes. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make out the image on the page… It just looked like on big black splotch. But she could read the name of the page perfectly. In perfect cursive handwriting, the words Bill Cipher were written.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk… You always were a nosy girl, weren't you Éponine?" The voice said, it seemed to be enjoying her predicament. Éponine let out a startled cry as she turned around, inadvertently causing her to land on her back. The triangle figure (Glowing a pale yellow color). Éponine wasn't certain, but she was pretty sure the triangle had its back to her. "Such a nosy little girl… Always wanting answers… Always wanting the answers to big questions… Even if those questions shouldn't be answered…"

Éponine was starting to get scared. This triangle thing was getting closer and closer to her, and the light that surrounded the triangle was getting brighter and brighter. To the point where it was almost blinding. But she couldn't look away.

Finally, in a small timid voice that barely sounded like herself, Éponine chocked out. "Who are you?"

The light grew brighter and brighter and brighter, it was no longer yellow, but a blinding white. Out of everything that started to fade into the white oblivion, she could still see the triangle in black.

"My name is Bill."

When the triangle turned around and stared at Éponine with one, large, white eye and started to cackled madly, a strange blue fire filling the space around it, it took Éponine no time at all to figure out she was the one who was screaming.

Éponine shot up in her bed so fast, she would probably have whip-lash in the morning. She glanced around. No never ending, blinding white light, no blue fire, no triangle freak of nature cackling at her and telling her it would be coming back real soon, nothing. It was just her room. Her and her sibilings room. And she wasn't screaming deadly threats to an unknown voice on some fucked up street. No, she was sitting straight up in her bed, panting.

She glanced to her left. Azelma and Gavroche were sound asleep. Éponine glanced to the clock on her bedside table. It was only two-thirty AM. Éponine felt her head. Yep, just as she suspected, she had woken up panting and in a cold sweat.

"My name is Bill." The voice echoed through her head. Without thinking, she reached under her pillow and grabbed 3. She didn't even attempt to open it. She just stared at it. "I'm coming for you soon Éponine… Coming for you… And your friends… And those books." Who was coming for her? Why was that person coming for her friends? And why those books? Why the journals?! Yeah, 3 probably wasn't supposed to be found, but they were virtually harmless! Right?

"My name is Bill." Who was Bill anyway? And why did she scream so much when this Bill-Guy-Or-Whatever-He-Was turned to face her? He wasn't a threat to her or her friend's right? Right? Suddenly, Éponine felt a rotten pit begin to form in her stomach. Making sure not to wake her sibilings, Éponine quietly got out of bed and tiptoed into the hall. Once there, she made her way to Cosette's door, opened it and peeked inside.

The blonde girl was sleeping soundly. Cosette looked utterly peaceful, absolutely nothing wrong with her. Éponine closed the door quietly and then went across the hall to Grantaire and Camille's room. She opened the door.

Camille was mumbling in her sleep and then she smiled slightly. The small blonde on the air mattress was having a very good dream. Éponine glanced across the room to Grantaire. Éponine heard from Camille that Grantaire could do some pretty funny things in his sleep, but the last thing she expected was to see the guy with his head propped up on his pillow and his butt hanging in the air, he looked like a garden snail! Resisting the urge to laugh, Éponine closed the door and crept quietly down the hall to the master bedroom.

Jean and Fantine always left the door slightly opened, they didn't like to explain why, but they just did, so no one questioned them. So all Éponine had to do was push slightly, and pray to god the door wouldn't make that damned squeaking sound (She knew Valjean was a light sleeper) and thankfully, luck was on her side and all she had to do was stick her head in.

Nothing. She saw that husband and wife were sleeping peacefully, arms wrapped around each other. "Marius and Cosette in ten years… Hell, maybe five!" Éponine thought. She closed the door to its original position and sighed heavily in relief.

"Nothing is wrong. Nothing was going to go wrong. You just had a bad dream Éponine, nothing more, nothing-" Éponine stopped short once she saw what was to her left. The stained glass window. The one the she felt like was watching her. It still felt that way.

"My name is Bill."

Éponine couldn't explain why that voice filled her head just now, or why that certain phrase stood out. But Éponine did know that it was only a little after two-thirty in the morning and she needed sleep and she wasn't about to let some window, or voice, or whoever this Bill guy was freak her out.

But Éponine also knew that, after that nightmare she just had, she wouldn't be falling back to sleep anytime soon.

~June 10, 2013. Gravity Falls, Oregon~

"Please Henri!" "Just one more trick!" "We love your magic!" a group of towns' people, more specifically Hot-Single-Mom-or-Ladies-In-Their-Late-Thirties-Early-Forties, gathered around Henri, who stood outside the Café Musian.

Ever since the murder of his Wax-Self and the kids solving his case (Although he still doubted what the kids said. Wax figures just don't come to life. At least, he liked to pretend they didn't) he had become pretty popular amongst the female population of Gravity Falls. Not that he was complaining.

"Alright, alright. For my final illusion, we have the incredible Sack of Mystery!" Henri said, pulling out a burlap sack with a question mark painted on it. "When you put your money in it, it mysteriously vanish!"

"Oh!" "Of course!" "That make's perfect sense!" "Such a talented man!" "And handsome too!" were some of the replies that came from the crowd as they placed various amounts of money into the sack. Henri just smiled proudly at his gain.

-Meanwhile, with the Les Amis-

"Éponine?" The blonde leader glanced over to the brunette beside him.

"Hm?"

"Are you sure you're ok?"

"Yeah." Éponine replied tiredly. "Why?"

"You seem tired."

"Just didn't get that much sleep last night, that's all."

Enjolras glanced over at Éponine once again. He couldn't help but wonder what kept her awake. All day she had been walking around like a zombie, and he just caught her falling asleep in her spot a few minutes ago. And he felt a little uncomfortable with that. Why?

The spot was right beside him on the couch, and she was using his shoulder as a pillow. And yet, for some dumb reason, he didn't mind. He actually enjoyed it! ("It's nothing to get worried about! It's a natural reaction to having an incredibly pretty girl who just so happens to smell like honey and vanilla and who just so happens to be wearing your old red jacket that makes her look even more incredible and-Wait, did I just basically call her cute? And pretty?! AND INCREDIBLE?! I don't think that way about Éponine! We just started being friends! There's no way anything like that would happen anyway. But she does look cute in my jacket-GAH! STOP IT!" Enjolras thought when he looked at her)

"Hey Éponine?"

"Hmm?"

"Could I have my shoulder back, please?"

Éponine shot straight up. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean that!"

She was blushing, a very bright red. "She looks cute when she blushes-GAH! JUST STOP GABRIEL, JUST STOP!"

"Did anyone see me…? You know…?" Éponine gestured to the Les Amis.

"I-I think you're good." Enjolras replied, nodding toward his friends. Éponine sighed in relief before smirking at Enjolras. "Good! Now scoot!"

"Wait, what?"

"Your shoulder's pretty damn comfortable, it makes a nice pillow." Éponine smiled as Enjolras tensed.

"Um-I don't really-I mean that's not really-Are you sure you want to-?" The blonde leader stuttered out.

Éponine turned her head, locking eyes with Enjolras. "Nervous Marble Man?"

For whatever reason, that shut Enjolras right up. The blonde in question was currently thanking every God he knew that Éponine either didn't notice how pink his face was or just chose to ignore it.

In truth, Enjolras and Éponine were not even the main focus of attention. In fact, it was the café's TV that hung above

"The Tiger was badly injured in the accident." The narrator on the Café's TV said. Grantaire, Camille, Gavroche, Azelma, and Courfeyrac were watching with extreme interest, while the rest of the Les Amis sat around, some occasionally glancing at the TV and other's preoccupying there selves with other activates. The narrator continued. "But we repaired him, with a fist!"

Those who were actually watching the TV started to cheer as a Tiger with a human arm attached to its side. The tiger on the screen stared at it before the fist punched the Tiger in the face.

"This is quality TV here." Courfeyrac smiled.

"Yes, because a Tiger punching itself in the face with a human fist is something worthy of an Oscar." Éponine said sarcastically from her spot besides Enjolras.

"TIGER-FIST! Will return after these messages." The narrator on the TV said.

Marius, who had been sitting with Cosette and quietly flirting with her, turned to the TV when he heard some music. He saw a pair of hands release a bunch white doves. "Hey, guys, this the commercial I was telling you about!"

"Hey, 'Chetta, turn it up!" Feuily shouted to the barista behind the bar. She nodded and used the remote to turn up the TV's volume. All of the Les Amis stopped what they were doing to watch the commercial.

A narrator with an Italian accent came on TV. "Are you completely miserable?"

A sobbing man appeared on TV. "YES!"

"Then you need to meet-" The narrator said before his voice dropped down into a whisper. "MONTPARNASSE." As he said this, a black silhouette of a man with a question mark appeared on screen.

"Montparnasse?" Enjolras asked.

"The hell makes him so special?" Éponine asked.

"He's a physic!" The narrator said, seemingly answering Éponine's question.

"Aroo?" Éponine tilted her head to the side in confusion. Enjolras (who was sitting closet to her) smiled, but then realized what he was doing and stoned his face once again before turning back to the TV.

"So don't waste your time with other so called "Men of Mystery"." As the narrator said this, an image of Henri walking out of a Portable Bathroom appeared on screen. Henri noticed the toilet paper stuck to his shoe as he tried to shake it off, groaning in the process. The screen froze on this as the animation of the commercial stamped the word 'FRAUD!' on top of Henri's image.

"Hey! He isn't that bad!" Musichetta was quick to defend her father.

"No offense, 'Chetta… But he is." Combeferre said gently.

But before she could retort, the narrator came back on. "Learn about tomorrow, TONIGHT! At Montparnasse's Tent of Telepathy!"

A new narrator, one with a deep voice and no accent came on as subtext flashed on the screen quickly. "Voidwhereprohibted,noC.O.D' ,I'vealwayslovedyoubutI'veneverhadthegutstosayit!" were what the second narrator said.

"Whoa, I'm getting all curiousy inside!" Azelma-who was, at the moment, wearing a pink sweater with a penguin on it, a pink headband, black flats with white socks, and a violet colored skirt-said excitedly.

"Well don't get to curiousy!" Henri, who had just walked in, said in an annoyed tone. "Ever since that monster 'Parnasse rolled into town, I've had nothing but trouble!"

-Flashback, One Year Ago!-

Henri sat in his car, driving around a crowed parking lot, his eyes scanning for a parking spot. Finally, he spotted the probably lone parking spot, and started to back up into it.

HONK-HONK!

With that, Montparnasse's tour bus pulled into the space before Henri, and following were a bunch of Montparnasse's fan girls.

"'Parnasse." Henri growled.

-Yeah… Thankfully the end…-

"Yeah, well is he really physic?" Azelma asked.

"I say we should go and find out!" Éponine smiled.

"Never! I forbid you from patronizing the completion!" Henri said sternly. "Anyone who lives and eats under my roof, is never allowed under that 'Parnasse's roof." With that, he left.

"Wait, do tents even have roofs?" Grantaire asked uncertainly.

"Ladies, Gentlemen, and Marius-" Azelma started.

"Hey!"

"-I think we just found our loop-hole! Literally!" Azelma then held-up a string with a loop-hole in it. "Mwop! Mwop!"

As the Les Amis (minus Enjolras and Éponine) booed and threw napkins at the girl, the Italian accented narrator from the commercial came back on, gaining the leader and girl's attention.

"So come down soon folks, Montparnasse is expecting you…"

Neither Enjolras nor Éponine could explain the uncomfortable chill that came over them just then.

-Later that night, at the Tent of Telepathy-

"Well, here we are! The Tent of Telepathy and all its glory." Grantaire announced as he pulled his truck into a parking spot. Those who were sitting inside (Éponine, Enjolras, Azelma, Marius, Cosette, Gavroche, and Camille) stepped out and those who were sitting in the back (Basically the other Amis and Musichetta) either had to wait for R to unhook his tailgate or just simply hopped over the side of the truck (Bossuet attempted to do the latter, but fell flat on his face).

Éponine glanced ahead of her and saw the Tent of Telepathy first. It was a large, luxury like tent of a light blue hue. By looking inside, she could tell rows of benches had been set up inside, and she saw what looked like a stage set up in the very back of the tent. But what really caught her attention was the wooden star hung above the tent.

It was big, really big. And each point of the star had a different color (The top point being near white, the mid-right point a light yellow, the bottom-right being a maroon, the bottom-left being a forest green, and the mid-left point being a goldenrod color) and in the very center of the star, set against a pink background, was a single eye.

Éponine tilted her head to the side and raised a brow. The lone eye in the center of the star… She moved left slightly… Then she moved right slightly… Yep, the star was painted to make it look like it was watching her… Well, she hope's it was painted that way.

She was suddenly reminded of the stain-glass window in the café and the Valjean house. And for whatever reason, she remembered the dream she had last night. "Physic Star is searching for something…" That's what what's-his-face said in her dream last night. Why did that star remind Éponine so much of that phrase?

"Éponine?"

She was startled from her thoughts by Enjolras. "Yeah? What's up?"

"I've been calling your name for five minutes, are you ok?"

"Yeah! I'm fine. Just thinking. I'm alright." Éponine said, a little too quickly.

Enjolras nodded, but it was obvious he didn't believe her. "Well, we're all heading inside, so…"

Éponine felt her cheeks grow hot in embarrassment. "Right! Right."

"Hey, you two coming or what?!" Azelma-who was now wearing a sea-foam green sweater with her name written in rainbow colors on the front, a fuchsia skirt and headband, and her usual black flats and white socks-called.

"Yeah, everyone else is inside!" Grantaire shouted.

"Yeah, yeah! We're coming" Éponine shouted back as she jogged to catch up to her sister and friend.

"What we're you even looking at back there?" Azelma asked her sister once she joined her.

"Just that star on top of the Tent. It reminded me of something I read in a book." Éponine told her sister.

Azelma's eyes widened at the mention of 'A Book' but said nothing of the topic. "The gang's waiting for us inside, come on!"

As the four started to walk toward the Tent of Telepathy, Grantaire smirked at Enjolras. "So, what were you and 'Ponine talking about?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing.

"Nothing at all?"

"Nothing at all/"

"…"

"…"

"So… If it was nothing at all… Then why were you blushing when you were talking to her?"

"…"

"Well…?"

"Shut up, Grantaire."

"Wow! Who knew this place was so big?" Azelma gasped as she and the four stepped into the Tent.

"Whoa… This is like a bizzaro version of the Café Musian." Éponine said as Grantaire and Enjolras led the girls to the bench that was occupied by all of the Les Amis. The two men slid in and then the girls, Azelma being the last into the seat, so she had the one closes to the aisle.

"Look! They even have their own Musichetta!" Cosette said as she pointed to a woman with, long, curly black hair, large brown eyes, wearing a name tag that read Musetta. Musichetta glared at the woman as she reached over and grabbed a handful of popcorn from Joly's bucket.

That's when the lights in the tent started to dim down. The audience began to cheer as the Italian man from outside began to play a dramatic cord on the piano. Azelma smiled. "It's starting! It's starting!"

From behind the curtain, a silhouette started to approach the curtain. From the shadow, the man appeared tall, lean, but muscular as well as music started to play.

Éponine frowned and crossed her arms. "Alright, let's see what this "monster" looks like."

With one last chord on the piano, the curtain open. The shadow that appeared behind the curtain was kind of misleading, because, while the man was tall and muscular, he wasn't as tall and muscular as the shadow made him appear. But, the man was able to get many of the ladies in the Tent of Telepathy swooning.

The man was (As stated before) was tall and lean with a slight muscular build, with long, raven black hair pulled into a ponytail, bright green eyes that shone like the first grass of spring, and that all to charming smirk that held a danger to him. To top it all off, he wore a midnight black suit, a white shirt, brown polished shoes, and a bolo tie with an Emerald Green amulet.

In short, the man was very handsome.

"Hello America! My name is Montparnasse." Montparnasse, clapped his hands and then held out his arms, and a flock of white doves appeared out of apparently nowhere and flew out his sleeves. The crowd cheered.

"That's my dad's mortal enemy?" Musichetta asked skeptically.

"Something's not right here." Bahorel sated.

"Damn right. He's way too good-looking to be as evil as Henri said he was." Éponine said, taking in a very good eyeful of the eye candy that was Montparnasse.

"Yeah, anyone that cute can't be evil!" Azelma said, she like, most of the women in the Tent, were swooning over Montparnasse.

"Wait, did-did you just call him cute?" Jehan asked, frowning.

"Uh-huh!" Azelma nodded. Jehan's frown increased as his brow furrowed and he slumped back into his seat. Grantaire chuckled. "Someone's jealous, eh Marble Man?"

Grantaire turned to nudge his friend but was surprised to find that Enjolras was mirroring Jehan slightly, and was glaring at Montparnasse. Grantaire smirked. "Looks like someone else is jealous, heh-heh-heh."

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is such a gift to have all of you here tonight… such a gift." Montparnasse said smoothly. "I have a vision. I predict, you will all soon say, 'Aw!'." Montparnasse then turned around, and reached deep inside his cape, and then turned around, with a baby kitten that was dressed like him in his hands.

"AAAWWW!" The crowd cooed.

"It came true!" Azelma said in amazement.

"What? That's it?" Éponine asked.

"I'm not impressed." Combeferre said.

"You're impressed, 'Ferre. Don't lie." Azelma told the Guide.

"I'm not lying. You can tell that was rehearsed." The Guide said.

But before Azelma could retort, Montparnasse shouted "Hit it, Giuseppe!"

The Italian man from outside started to play a song on the piano, as he did, Montparnasse smirked, took off the cape we was wearing, and tossed it into the audience. A female patron of the Tent smiled when she caught it, but then was stop as another woman tried to take. The two woman started to wrestle for the cape and soon an elderly woman walked over and started to hit the women with her cane in an attempt to get the cape.

Courfeyrac and Grantaire, who had shielded Gavroche and Camille's eyes from this event exchanged glances before Courfeyrac mouthed "Seriously? For a cape!"

Oh I can see, what others can't see.

It ain't some sideshow trick, it's an innate ability.

Where others are blind, I am futurely inclined.

And you too could see, if you was only me!

"Come on, everybody, rise up! I want you all to keep it going!" Montparnasse smiled as he grasped his bolo tie. That's when everybody in the Tent of Telepathy stood up. Even the Les Amis.

Problem was, the Les Amis didn't want to stand up in the first place. Enjolras, Grantaire, and Éponine looked down at their legs, as if they held the answer, before exchanging confused/startled expressions.

"What?" Grantaire asked.
"How is this even-?" Enjolras stammered.
"How did he-?" Éponine wondered aloud.

"Keep it going!" Montparnasse smirked as he stepped into the audience. He turned to an old woman who was probably the only one still sitting, she had a cat in her lap.

You wish your son would call you more!

The old woman glared slightly before shaking her fist. "I'm leaving everything to my cats!"

"MMEEEOOOOOOOWWWWWWW!" The cat in the woman's lap whined. Montparnasse turned to Officer Casper, who was a row and few seats ahead of the Amis.

I sense that you've been here before!

"Oh, what gave it away?" Officer Casper said bashfully as he hugged his multiple Montparnasse merchandise closer to his body. He was also wearing a Montparnasse hat and T-shirt.

"Oh come on!" Grantaire rolled his eyes. This caught Montparnasse's attention. He glared slightly at the drunkard, that was, until his eyes landed on Éponine. If one looked closely, you could see a certain… "Sparkle" appear in Montparnasse's eyes before he smirked and made his way over to Éponine. Reaching past her sister, Montparnasse grabbed one of Éponine's hands. He smirked up at her.

I'll read your mind if I am able,

The audience, who by now was clapping along in time to the song, watched the physic with rapped interest. They all gasped loudly as Montparnasse kissed Éponine's hand, causing said brunette to blush and stare at him dumbly. Montparnasse smirked and gestured to Azelma with his head.

Something tells me she's called 'Zelma.

With an air of reluctance, Montparnasse let go of Éponine's hand and made his way back to the stage while Azelma gasped "How'd he do that!"

Grantaire looked down to her sweater, which spelled out her name in bright colors, and was about to say something, but was stopped by Camille shaking her head. Something that was a clear message of "Just let her have this one, bro.".

Montparnasse turned back around to the audience and smiled, he looked directly at Éponine.

So welcome all ye… To the Tent of Telepathy.

Thanks for visiting… With me!

As Montparnasse finished, a sign with his name all light-up dropped down so it hung above his head. The physic was panting, but still smiling.

The audience was in an uproar. Shouting, clapping, whistling, and even woo-ing. Montparnasse pulled out a water bottle from his coat. "Thank you! You people are the real miracles!"

"WOO! Yeah!" Azelma cheered as she applauded loudly.

-A few minutes, later, outside the Tent of Telepathy-

"Ok, I think it's safe to say that Montparnasse is probably the biggest fraud of all time." Courfeyrac said as he and the Les Amis left the Tent.

"Yeah, that guy was a bigger fraud then my dad!" Musichetta laughed.

"No wonder he's so jealous." Bossuet smiled.

"Oh come one, he was an amazing singer! And is his ponytail is soooo cute!" Azelma gushed.

"He wasn't that impressive." Jehan grumbled as he pouted.

"Azelma, if I didn't know better, I'd say you have a crush on that 'Parnasse guy." Gavroche smirked slyly.

"Is it my fault for appreciating a cute guy's looks when I see 'em?" Azelma asked.

"He wasn't that cute." Jehan pouted and grumbled, yet again.

Azelma shrugged. "Whatever! He didn't even notice me, he was giving 'Ponine bedroom eyes the moment he saw her!"

Éponine blushed beet red. "He was not!"

"Hate to burst your bubble, 'Ponine… But he totally was! He was so checking you out!" Cosette squealed.

"Admit it, you think he's cute, don't you?" Azelma smirked slyly at her sister.

Éponine's face turned slightly redder as she cast her gaze down. "Maybe a little…"

Azelma squealed. "I told you!"

"It doesn't matter anyway, so why dwell on it?" Enjolras asked stiffly, causing Grantaire to smirk knowingly.

"But he's soooo cute! And-" Azelma started.

"But I'm cuter right?" Jehan said loudly, and then immediately blushed and slapped a hand to his mouth.

Azelma stared at him wide-eyed. "Jehan, of course! You're probably the cutest guy I've ever met!"

Jehan's face grew darker. "Really?"

"Of course!" Azelma smiled as she placed a hand on. "I'm just still excited from that spectacular show."

"Your way to easily impressed." Grantaire laughed.

"Said the pessimist." Éponine smiled.

In response, Grantaire grinned wickedly and hoisted Éponine up over his shoulders. Éponine squealed and laughed "R put me down!"

"Never!" The drunkard laughed before running out to his truck.

"Alright, you asked for this." Éponine said, she started to wriggle out of Grantaire's grasp, once more than half of her upper-body was free, she could feel him starting to lean back. Grantaire let out a cry as he and Éponine fell down. The Les Amis laughed and shook their heads and ran to catch up with their friends.

Once they were gone, a certain green-eyed physic stepped out from behind the curtain, where he had been eaves dropping. His emerald-green eyes trailed longingly at the brunette who had caught his attention.

~June 11, 2013. Gravity Falls, Oregon. The following Morning~

Éponine (Who had somehow been convinced buy Musichetta to sing another song at the Café) stepped up to the microphone. She decided to do a song from the show Victorious today. Just because she love that one song so much.

From his seat the Les Amis table, Enjolras (The only one besides Éponine present at the moment) had a perfect view of Éponine singing. That's when the lone guitar intro started, and when Éponine started to sing, the drum picked up a little beat.

You think you know me,

But you don't know me.

You think you own me,

But you can't control me.

Éponine grabbed the microphone stand with both her hands and started to lean forward slightly.

You look at me and there's just one thing that you see.

So listen to me

Listen to me!

Éponine yanked the mic out of its stand, holding the mic with one hand and the stand with the other, she walked toward a guy sitting at the table by the window. She was really getting into this song.

You push me back,

I'll push you back!

Harder, harder!

Éponine started to walk back toward him, she looked at a couple sitting on a couch and smiled deviously.

You scream at me,

I'll scream at you!

Louder, L-L-L-L-Louder!

She set the mic stand back in its original spot before walking in front of it, she ran a free hand through her hair. Enjolras was watching her intently, he wasn't aware of the fact that he was smiling like an idiot, or blushing the same red as his old jacket, or the fact that he was having some trouble breathing due to this girl. No, he was just aware of the fact that Éponine was singing and that she had the voice to make the angels green and she looked pretty damn hot while doing it.

I'm dangerous so I'm warning you

But you're not afraid of me

And I can't convince you,

You don't know me.

Éponine started to walk around in front of the audience, gesturing to herself, unaware that she was glaring slightly at nothing in particular.

You think you got me,

But you don't get me.

You think you want me,

But you don't know what you're getting into.

There's so much more to me than what you think you see.

So listen to me.

Just listen to me!

Enjolras noticed that her hair, from all this walking, and sudden turns, and running her hands through it as she sang, was starting to look a bit wild, but that just made Éponine look all that more attractive to the blonde leader. Not that he would ever admit it.

You push me back,

I'll push you back!

Harder, Harder!

You scream at me,

I'll scream at you!

Louder, L-L-L-L-Louder!

Éponine, despite the song's intense energy, was wearing a serene smile on her face as she belted out the notes.

I'm dangerous so I'm warning you

But you're not afraid of me,

And I can't convince you.

You don't know me.

Éponine smiled as she stood in front of the mic-stand, her eyes closed during the next two lines.

And the longer that you stay, the ice is melting.

And the pain it feels ok, it feels ok! (Hey)

Éponine smiled as she knelt down to be eye-level with a little boy in the audience, who was watching her and smiling, happy to be entertained.

You push me back,

I'll push you back.

You scream at me,

I'll scream at you.

Éponine reached out and tickled the little boy's stomach, causing him to giggle before continuing with her song.

Louder.

Louder.

Louder.

Louder.

Louder!

Louder!

She was getting louder at this point, practically shouting it now as she started to stand up.

LOUDER!

LOUDER!

LOUDER!

She was standing back up now, running a hand through her already wild hair. Putting all her energy into the song. "Why do I find that so hot?" Enjolras thought, not being able to take his eyes off of the brunette.

You push me back,

I'll push you back!

Harder, Harder!

You scream at me,

I'll scream at you!

Louder, L-L-L-L-Louder!

She stood behind the mic-stand, her eyes partially closed, bringing a hand to her stomach while she sang the last verse. She was smiling. "Damn those damn dimples!" Enjolras thought.

I'm dangerous so I'm warning you!

But you're not afraid of me,

And I can't convince you,

And I don't have to!

You think you know me…

And just like that, the song was over. Éponine placed the mic back on its stand, did a little bow, and then walked over to join Enjolras at the Les Amis's table. She was smiling and panting from her little performances. "Woo, that takes a lot out of ya."

Enjolras nodded as Éponine reached for her glass of ice water and proceeded to gulp down its contents. "You were very good." He said.

"Thanks!" Éponine said, in between breathing and drinking her water. Éponine set the glass down, it now held little water and lots of ice and raised a brow at Enjolras. "You want me to go get you some water or something?"

"No, why do you ask?"

"Because you're face looks really red, like, redder than this jacket red." Éponine said, gesturing to his old jacket. "Seriously, why is it that whenever I'm around you look like you have a fever or something?"

Enjolras's face grew darker in shade, but he was-thankfully-saved from answering Éponine's question by Azelma-who was now wearing a yellow sweater with a golden-brown llama on it that was styled to look as though it had fur on it, a golden-brown headband, a navy blue skirt, and her usual black flats and white socks-running into the Café and dash toward her sister and the leader.

"Check it out you guys! I successfully bedazzled my face!" Azelma smiled. Her entire face covered in the little sequin gems that come with a Bedazzler. "Blink-Blink!" as the orange-haired girl blinked, you could see that even her eyelids were bedazzled. The girl cringed. "Ow…"

"Is-Is that permanent?" Éponine asked.

Azelma sulked. "I'm unappreciated in my time."

"Come here." Enjolras said, grabbing a napkin, and using Éponine's melting ice to wet it down, and then proceeding to-as gently as possible-scrub off the sequin gems off Azelma's face. He glanced down at the practically empty glass of water. "Éponine, could you go get us some more water?"

"Of course!" Éponine said, grabbing the glass and heading to the drink dispenser on the first level of the Café. She had just stepped up to the machine when someone tapped her on the shoulder. She turned and smiled. "Oh, it's you!"

Montparnasse smiled. "Yeah, it's me. Look, I know we haven't formally met before, but after last night's performance, I just couldn't get your laugh out of my head."

Éponine blushed. "My laugh isn't really that impressive."

"On the contrary, it's magnificent. The only sound that could top it is your heavenly singing voice." Montparnasse replied smoothly.

"Oh, you, um, heard me singing?" Éponine asked, bashful.

"Honestly, you don't give yourself enough credit. It was such a delight to hear your voice! Now, when I saw you in the audience, I said to myself "Now there's a kindred spirit. Someone who appreciates the… simpler things in life"."

"That's me alright!" Éponine laughed.

"Éponine? Are you talking to Musichetta? Send her up, I need to talk to her!" Henri called from the kitchen.

"It's not 'Chetta, Henri, just another friend!" Éponine said, smiling.

"I appreciate your digression, Éponine. Now, Henri isn't really a fan of mine. I honestly don't know how a lemon so sour like Henri could be friends with a peach so sweet like you." Montparnasse said, smiling sweetly at her.

"Montparnasse!" Éponine laughed, blushing. She, in all honesty, never had any guy compliment and flatter her like Montparnasse was doing right now.

"What would you say if we step away from here, and chat a bit? Perhaps at this new Spa downtown?" Montparnasse said.

"A spa?"

"People send me coupons all the time to come down and visit their business. I only go if I feel enticed. And I figured that we both need a morning of being pampered. I noticed that yesterday you were walking around a bit stiffly, a good massage will have you walking around good as new!" Montparnasse said, placing an arm around Éponine's shoulder and starting to lead her toward the door.

"Oh," Éponine frowned slightly. "I'd love to go, really I would, but I just can't leave Enjolras and my sister."

Montparnasse's smile fell from his face. "Enjolras?" Montparnasse's eye started to twitch. "Who's Enjolras?"

"My friend. He's over there, helping my sister de-bedazzle herself." Upon seeing his confused expression Éponine, pointed to where Enjolras and Azelma were sitting, Azelma seemed to be coughing up something into a napkin and then she showed it to the blonde leader with a concerned look on her face. When he looked at it, he gave her an odd look.

"Why does she look so scared?" Montparnasse asked.

"Not sure. But, I'd love to go with you, really you seem like a nice guy, but I just can't abandoned my friend and sister." Éponine said.

Montparnasse smirked. "Well, I can solve all of this, let's just go now, and I'll have you back before noon! Easy as ice!"

"Easy as ice?"

"Cake can get burned, as well as pie. For ice, all you have to do is put it in a freezer." Montparnasse explained. "So, what do you say Éponine?"

Éponine thought it over before glancing over to Enjolras and her sister. "Promise to have me back here before noon?"

"Cross my heart." Montparnasse made an X over his heart.

Éponine stood in silence before smiling. "Just let me go grab my bag."

Montparnasse smiled brightly. "Of course! Lead the way!"

Éponine raised her brow slightly at him, but smiled and led the way nonetheless.

Enjolras, who had managed to successfully relieve Azelma's face of gems, noticed them first. "Hey Éponine, guess we didn't need the water after all. But your sister might possibly need a-Who's that?"

Éponine turned to Montparnasse for a brief moment, and found that he was glaring heatedly at the blonde leader. He smirked darkly before stomping over to Enjolras. He held his hand for the leader to shake it, which he did. But Montparnasse squeezed his hand a little too hard and shook his arm a great deal. "Montparnasse, it's a pleasure to meet you!" The physic said coldly.

After having his hand released, and rubbing it to relieve the pain, he glanced up at the physic warily. "Oh yeah… I was at your show last night."

"Yes. I remember." Montparnasse said coldly. Before smiling at Éponine. "You had the gracious pleasure of accompanying Miss Thénardier."

Éponine blushed and looked at him with wide-eyes, Azelma (who was surprisingly silent) started to smile and look between Montparnasse and her sister, but Enjolras, on the other hand, was taken aback. "Gracious pleasure? I'm not sure if I would call it that-"

Éponine looked at him, offended, while Azelma cringed and face-palmed, he heard her mutter "Enjolras… No!" What Enjolras didn't notice was that after Montparnasse looked at him in a surprised way, he started to smirk victoriously. Éponine narrowed her eyes at the blonde leader before walking over to grab her bag. "Well, it's good to know that I'll be missed." She said sarcastically.

It was only then did Enjolras realize his mistake.

"Wait, Éponine, I didn't mean it like that!" Enjolras said.

Éponine turned her attention to her sister. "I'll be back by lunch, ok Kit-Kat?"

Azelma smiled slyly. "Suurrre. Sounds ok."

Éponine narrowed her eyes at her sister slightly before turning to Montparnasse and smiling. "Ready when you are!"

Montparnasse hooked his arm with Éponine's and smiled charmingly at her and led her down the stairs. "This will be the best morning you've ever had dear Éponine."

Enjolras, unknowingly, started to glare at Montparnasse. It wasn't until he heard Azelma giggle that he snapped himself out of it. He raised his brow at Azelma once he saw her amused face. "What?"

"You like Éponine, don't you?" Azelma asked.

"Of course I like Éponine. She's my friend."

Azelma rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Not like that dumb-dumb! I mean you like-like my sister."

Enjolras looked at her, incredulous. "What are you talking about? Where would you even get a ridiculous idea such as that?"

"You were looking at Montparnasse like you wanted to strangle him or st him on fire or strangle him just a few seconds ago." Azelma pointed out. "So unless he killed your brother or something-"

"I don't have a brother, I have a twin sister who I'm starting to think you are conspiring with." Enjolras stated coldly.

"What the flying hell are you talking about? I've never met her, all I know is that her name is Evelyn and that Combeferre has a secret crush on her."

"Well, you both said-wait, what about 'Ferre?" Enjolras asked.

"Huh?"

"You just said something about Combeferre having a secret crush on my sister."

"No I didn't." Azelma looked at him, slightly narrowing her eyes.

"You didn't?"

"No. I didn't."

The two just looked at each other before Enjolras continued. "Alright… Well, both you and Evelyn have said that I'm in love with Éponine. Which I'm not!"

Azelma smirked. "If you weren't so jealous, then how come you were smiling like an idiot and your face looked like one of Cosette's pink dresses yesterday when she was using your shoulder as a pillow?"

Enjolras hand no rebuttal. Azelma just laughed. "Face it, 'Jolras, I'm the love master! Nothing can get past me!" It was then that Azelma started to cough, she quickly reached for a napkin to cover her mouth. When she was done coughing, she looked into the napkin and frowned in concern before holding out the napkin for Enjolras to examine. "It happened again." She said meekly.

Enjolras glanced into the napkin and shook his head. Inside the napkin were about five or six little sequin gems, the kind Azelma used on her face and had somehow ingested. Enjolras reached over to his phone. "I'm calling Joly."

Azelma nodded. "Ok… Can I bedazzle my face again?"

"No!"

-Later, with Montparnasse and Éponine, at the Spa-

They had both been treated to massages and Éponine had been convinced to have a facial done while Montparnasse got his already white teeth whitened ("Need to keep these pearly whites pearly, you know?"). They were about ready to leave when a young woman who must've worked at the Sap came up to them and smiled, albeit shyly and almost in a pleading way.

"Excuse me? Have either of you been to our hair salon? We have this lovely new hair styling system we're certain you'd just love to try!"

"I think we're fine, thank you." Éponine said.

"Oh, well, if you both can't may I at least try to persuade you ma'am?" The woman asked a bit shyly.

"Me?" Éponine asked, a little bit shocked.

"Oh yes!" The woman said. "Your hair just seems perfect for one of our newer hairstyle, so long and curly and pretty, and I've been just dying to try it!"

"She'd love to!" Montparnasse answered for her.

"But, Montparnasse," Éponine whispered quietly to the physic. "You've already paid for so much of what I've had done, I can't be more of a burden."

"Money is no issue, dearest Éponine." He whispered back to her, the brunette involuntarily shivered at his closeness. "And besides, I'll get my hair trimmed a little so she won't have to face the salon alone." He addressed the Spa worker that time.

"Great!" The worker beamed. "Right this way you two!" She led the brunette and physic to a couple of chairs. She placed long, plastic capes over the two of them. She smiled at Montparnasse. "You just wanted a simple trim, correct?"

"Yes, yes I did." Montparnasse smiled.

"I'll get someone on that right away, sir." She smiled before she reached over and grabbed a little basket that held various bottles. She handed it to Éponine. "To do the hairstyle I want to try on you properly, I'm going to have to wet it down. So I figured I'd give you a complementary shampooing. So I'll let you choose a scent you want in your hair. And if you can't decide, we can use both. No harm done. I'll leave you to decide while I go find someone to trim Mr. Montparnasse's hair."

"Thank you." Éponine smiled, not being able to take her eyes off the basket of shampoos until one thing registered in her mind. "Did you tell her your name?"

"No. But I'm practically a household name around this town?"

"Really?"

"Yes. We have an entire factory just to produce my merchandise. All Giuseppe's idea, but it does make my show that more popular."

"I'll have to see that."

"I'll have to show you."

"I still can't believe you're so famous around here?"

"Yeah? Haven't you ever seen my show before last night?"

"Actually, I just moved here a few days ago."

"Oh, well, consider this a welcoming present!" Montparnasse laughed.

Éponine laughed with him. "Thanks, this is the first time I've been to a Spa, to tell you the truth."

"So, what scent are you getting?" Montparnasse asked, fiddling with a certain bottle.

"Uh, not sure! There's so many!" Éponine said.

It was true. Ocean Breeze, Spring Rain, Hawaiian Waterfall, Enchanted Garden, and that was only half of it. Éponine picked up the Enchanted Garden bottle, opened it and sniffed it.

Floral and like the garden the Valjean's had behind their house. Not bad, but not one of Éponine's favorite's. She reached for a bottle that read Summertime Strawberry, she opened that one as well.

Not bad. Sweet, like strawberries. Definitely an option. She glanced down at one that read Heavenly Honey and she repeated the process.

"Mmmmm" Éponine smiled peacefully, Montparnasse chuckled.

"Let me smell that one." He asked, holding out his hand. She smiled and handed it over to him, he took a whiff.

Very pleasant. A naturally sweet scent. Like honey itself. Éponine saw a bottle labeled Virtuous Vanilla and repeated the process.

"Mmmmm" Éponine smiled peacefully once again. Montparnasse held out his hand and took a whiff once she handed it over to him. Sweet, pleasant, and kind of like a big vanilla cake with rich vanilla frosting. Éponine placed the basket of Shampoos on the ground, as Montparnasse handed her back the Heavenly Honey and the Virtuous Vanilla. The brunette smiled and stared at the two shampoos. Hey, the worker said she could use two, so, hell why not?

-About… Fifteen Minutes later-

It had taken Montparnasse roughly five minutes to get his already amazing hair trimmed, but he had stayed in is seat and conversed with the worker (who was actually very friendly and nice person to get along with) and he obviously conversed with Éponine.

Lord, he just couldn't take his eyes off her. She was stunning! Beautiful, honey brown eyes, perfect, long, curly, chocolate colored hair, rose colored lips, rosy cheeks that revealed dimples when she smiled or laughed, lord, he loved those dimples especially! He loved how if she smiled or laughed they would appear. So, he made it his personal mission to always try and make her smile or laugh, and it wasn't that hard, he was very charming after all.

"And… we… are… Done! How do you like it ma'am?" The woman asked as she stepped away from Éponine. The brunette looked into the mirror and smiled. Montparnasse took a newfound joy when he saw that sparkle in Éponine's beautiful brown eyes.

Her hair (After being washed) had been braided in a French braid that also crossed with a Baho braid to her shoulder, then the rest was tied off into a pony tail and then was allowed to flow freely down her body. She had never looked more beautiful.

"Do you see something you like Éponine?" He asked, meeting her gaze in the reflection. "Because I do."

Éponine turned to look at him, oblivious to what he had just said. "What?"

-Noon, at the Café Musian-

Enjolras-who was now joined by Gavroche, Camille, Grantaire, Cosette, Marius, Combeferre, Joly, and Bahorel-couldn't help but keep glancing back to the Café's entrance. It was a little after noon and Éponine had said she'd be back by now. Honestly, something about that Montparnasse guy rubbed him the wrong way. And it wasn't because he was jealous of Montparnasse! Because he wasn't!

"So, you just coughed up some of that Bedazzler stuff? And you originally put it on your face?" Bahorel asked.

"Uh-huh." Azelma replied.

"Did you swallow any?" Cosette asked.

"Not that I know of."

"So… So how did they get into your stomach?" Marius asked.

"I'm not sure…"

They heard the bell above the door to the Café ring, signaling someone had just entered, and soon enough Éponine had joined them at the table. "Hey guys and girls and Marius-"

"Seriously guys, cut that out!"

"What's going oooon?" Éponine asked, smiling and leaning over the couch, thus letting her new hairstyle be viewed by everyone.

"Whoa, what happened to your hair?" Joly asked, finger the ends of the brunette's hair.

"Yeah, you actually look like a girl!" Gavroche said, but then immediately slapped a hand to his mouth.

Éponine rolled her eyes. "Thanks. And I was just hanging out with a friend at that new Spa downtown."

"You mean Spa d'Sante?" Cosette asked.

"That's the one!" Éponine smiled.

"There good, I went there the other day to get my hair done." Bahorel said. Everyone present turned and gave him odd, surprised, or confused looks. The fighter blushed. "Crap, did I just say that out loud?" They all nodded. "Damn…"

"Anywaay… You got your hair done at probably the newest and most exclusive Spa in Gravity Falls?" Camille asked.

"Uh-huh! They even gave me a complimentary Shampooing! Here," Éponine held out her hair toward Grantaire. "Smell my hair!"

Grantaire looked to everyone, unsure of what to do, most of them just shrugged, Grantaire then leaned in unsurely and sniffed Éponine's hair he leaned back, looking at her, a bit surprised. "Vanilla and Honey?"

"Yep! And this is all thanks to Montparnasse!" Éponine smiled, taking a seat next to Grantaire and Cosette.

Cosette looked at Éponine, surprised. "Montparnasse? As in the Montparnasse-who's-show-we-just-went-to-last-night? That Montparnasse?"

"The very same one! He's actually a very dapper man!" Éponine smiled. "In fact, we're gonna hang out again later today! He's gonna give me a tour of his factory."

"He has a factory?" Combeferre asked.

"Yeah, isn't that cool!" Éponine smiled.

"Ok, does anyone else feel like something weird is going on with this 'Parnasse guy?" Enjolras asked.

"Enjolras, what the hell are you talking about?" Éponine asked, obviously still a bit sore from earlier today.

"All I'm saying is that I don't trust anyone whose hair is oilier than an eel dipped in grease, swimming in motor oil." Enjolras said.

"Oh leave him alone, will ya!" Éponine snapped suddenly. "Believe it or not, I actually like having a friend who can treat a little every now-and-then. Besides, sometimes I actually like feeling like a girl."

"I think Enjolras is just saying that this guy, popping out of nowhere and suddenly treating you like the Queen of France is a bit suspicious." Combeferre said.

"Yeah, besides, what real man goes to a Spa with some girl?' Gavroche asked, earning him a few glares from the other girls present.

Éponine deadpanned. "Gavroche, I don't think you have any room to talk. You and the Three Stooges here-" Éponine gestured to Marius, Grantaire, and Bahorel.

"Hey!" The three men cried out.

"And the other Amis get to do stupid boy stuff all the time." Éponine said.

"What?' Gavroche scoffed. "That's completely ridiculous, name one time we've done that!"

It was then that Courfeyrac, Bossuet, and Feuily came running in from the kitchen, big smiles on their faces. "We found the hotdogs!" Bossuet exclaimed with childlike glee.

"You guys ready to blow them up in the microwave one-by-one?" Courfeyrac asked.

"Am I Ever!" Gavroche exclaimed as he, Grantaire, Marius, Bahorel and Joly ran off to the kitchen behind some of the other Amis, and then proceeded to blow up the hotdogs. In the kitchen, one could hear various Pop!-ing sounds while the boys cheered and Gavroche chanted "One-at-a-time! One-at-a-time!"

"I rest my case." Éponine said, before sashaying out of the Café.

-That afternoon, with Éponine and Montparnasse-

"Whoa! The view from your factory is nuts!" Éponine said, using her hand to block out the sun's rays as she glanced down at the town from atop the roof of Montparnasse's roof.

"Yeah, I like to come up here and think sometimes. You can see everything! Like, look down there!" Montparnasse, who was sitting next to Éponine said, pointing down the road and toward the center of town. "Do you see it?"

Éponine squinted her eyes before laughing. "It's the Café and Bookstore! I can see my two favorite places from here!"

"What about the Tent of Telepathy? That's not one of your favorite places to, right?" Montparnasse asked.

"Yeah, I like that place too… But it's second to the Café and Bookstore." Éponine teased before she and Montparnasse laughed. They sat in silence for a few more minutes before Montparnasse spoke up again. "Éponine can I tell you something?"

"Shoot."

"When I'm up here, looking down on all those little people… I feel like I'm king of all I survey." Montparnasse's voice dripped down into a disturbing whisper before laughing, his voice turning back to its usual baritone sound. "But I'm king, I guess that makes you my queen!"

Éponine blushed. "What? Ok, you are being so nice, right now! Quit it!" Éponine laughed albeit awkwardly as she shoved Montparnasse playfully.

"I don't think I can quit it, Éponine. I'm speaking from the heart." Montparnasse, placing a hand over his chest and looking directly into Éponine's brown eyes.

"From the where-now?" Éponine asked, shifting awkwardly in her spot.

"Éponine, I've never felt this close with anyone. So, so close." Montparnasse said, as he reached out and started to pet Éponine's hair, and breathing out lustfully something that sounded like "Heheeh…" Éponine then slapped his hand away from her hair.

"Look, Montparnasse I-" Éponine was cut off by Montparnasse reaching out to pet her hair again and breathing out "Heheeh…" once again. Éponine pushed his hand away and pinned it down to the roof with her own. "Look, Montparnasse, I like you and all, but let's just be friends."

"At least give me a chance," Montparnasse then grabbed both of Éponine's hands in his and looked directly into her eyes. "Éponine, will you do me the favor, of going on a date with me?"

"A play date?" Éponine asked.

"Mm-nn." Montparnasse shook his head.

"Please say a shopping date." Éponine nearly begged.

"It'll just be one date." Montparnasse said, he then released her left hand and used his own hand to grab his bolo tie. "I swear on my luck bolo tie."

Éponine frowned and stared at the tie. It was odd. She hadn't really seen a bolo tie up close before, but she was fairly certain that most bolo ties didn't have little emerald-look-alike-gems on them. She then looked up and saw that Montparnasse was still waiting for her answer. "Well… Ok, then… I guess one date won't kill me."

Montparnasse beamed. "Éponine Thénardier you have made me the happiest man in the world!" and then pulled her into a tight hug. Éponine shrugged and return the hugged. She smiled, albeit nervously, when she felt the physic tighten his grip on her.

"It's just one date, 'Ponine. Nothing bad will happen. Besides, Monty's a nice guy! It's not like he's some gigantic mega freak or any-" Éponine's train of thought halted once she realized one thing wrong about this hug.

"Are you sniffing my hair?" Éponine asked Montparnasse.

~June 12, 2013. Gravity Falls, Oregon~

"You're going on a date with who?" Cosette asked, surprised, from her spot on the floor.

"Montparnasse. He asked me out yesterday and I said yes." Éponine replied casually.

Everyone in the Valjean household was busying themselves with activities. Éponine (while waiting for Montparnasse) was playing a video-game with Grantaire, Fantine and Jean were snuggled up on the couch, watching the videogame on the TV with Gavroche, who sat on the opposite side of the couch, and Cosette and Azelma and Camille sat on the floor, playing Sorry!.

Grantaire gave her an odd look. "So, a date with 'Parnasse?"

"It's not a date-date, it's just I didn't want to hurt his feelings, so I figured I'd throw the guy a bone." Éponine said, concentrating on the game.

"You do know that men don't work that way, right Éponine?" Valjean asked.

"Yeah, if they did, I would've gone out with this poor-sap a long time before I actually did!" Fantine teased her husband.

"He's gonna fall in love you…" Cosette said teasingly, smiling at Éponine.

Éponine snorted. "Please, 'Sette. I am not that loveable!" It was then that they all heard a small explosion sound-effect come from the TV. "KA-BOOM! High Score!"

"I think I'm with Éponine on this one." Grantaire deadpanned.

Camille started giggling. "Hey, what if 'Parnasse shows up on a white horse?" The kids of the house (Minus Éponine and Azelma) started to laugh.

"That would be so romantic!" Azelma-who was now wearing a purple sweater with a light purple cat on the front, a light purple headband, a dark blue skirt, and her usual white socks and black flats-said.

DING-DONG!

"That's probably Monty." Éponine smiled. She turned to her friends and family and foster-family. "How do I look?"

"Beautiful." Valjean smiled.

"Cute!" Cosette squealed.

"I'd bang you." Grantaire smirked.

Éponine laughed and threw her controller at him before going to answer the door. She was expecting Montparnasse to just be standing at the door, maybe holding a flower or something. She was not expecting a white horse with a gray-mane poke its head into the door.

Startled, Éponine jumped back and screamed. Landing on the floor and shuffling back toward the wall. "Éponine?!" Grantaire called out. "What's wrong?!" Valjean asked as the entire household appeared at the door.

"What the-?" Cosette gasped out. "I was just kidding about the horse!" Camille said quickly.

It was Montparnasse. Riding on top of a white horse. He smirked and offered his hand to Éponine. "A night of enchantment awaits, milady!"

"Oh boy…" The Valjean household resident's said in unison. Éponine smiling nervously, while everyone else looked surprised.

-Later, at Paradis Sous-Marin-

Paradis Sous-Marin is the most talked about restaurant in all of Gravity Falls. Known for its fine cuisine, excellent catering and staff, and it lived up to its name well. And, when having to deal with a publicity event or perhaps a date, Montparnasse always chooses this restaurant. This is where he brought Éponine.

Said brunette glanced around from her booth-Which was nestled in a raised alcove, the seats covered teal colors, a table with a pure white table cloth and a pointy glass center piece that resembled a sea-urchin, and the alcove was accessible through a white curtain that was pinned onto the sides-and glanced at the white horse that was drinking from the water fountain that was inside the restaurant.

"I can't believe they let us bring that horse in here." Éponine said.

"Well, people do have a hard time saying no to me." Montparnasse smirked as he put his feet on the table.

It was then that their water, a man with slicked back brown hair and thin curly mustache wearing a white dress shirt, black pants and shoes, and light pink ascot walked up to them and poured them more water. "Ah, Monsieur Montparnasse! Ze feet on ze table! An excellent choice!"

Montparnasse frowned. "Jean-Luc, what have we discussed about eye contact?"

Jean-Luc then looked away immediately. "Yes, yes! Very good!" and started to back away, leaving the menus behind for them to look at.

Montparnasse handed Éponine her menu, and smiled at her. "Order whatever you want, Mon chérie, money is not a problem for me." As he handed Éponine her menu, his hands lingered a bit too long on hers.

"Thank you, Montparnasse-" Éponine started dryly.

"Please, call me Monty." The physic smirked.

"Monty… I'm just a little overwhelmed. I've never been to a restaurant with so many forks!" Éponine smiled and picked up her glass as she noticed something interesting about the water. "And water with bubbles in it! Oh-la-la! Qui, qui!"

Montparnasse chuckled before leaning over the table slightly and smirking. "Parlez vous français, mademoiselle?"

Éponine, still smiling, raised her brow at the physic. "What the hell did you just say?"

-Meanwhile, at the Café Musian-

"A horse?" The Les Amis (Minus Cosette, Grantaire, Azelma, Gavroche, and Camille) chorused.

"A horse!" Cosette told them.

"A white horse?" The Les Amis asked in unison.

"A white horse!" Azelma told them.

"A horse?!" The Les Amis asked.

"A horse, of course!" Grantaire groaned.

Courfeyrac whistled. "Yeesh… And you guys were complaining about me…"

"Yeah, sorry about that." Cosette said. It was then that Musichetta walked in, reading a brand new gossip magazine, and it was the headline of said magazine that caught Cosette's attention. "'Chetta, what's the headline of that magazine?"

Before Musichetta could answer, Henri stormed in, with his own copy of The Gravity Falls Gossiper and on the front was the exact same headline of Musichetta's magazine. "Hey, any of you kids know why the jackal Éponine is in the newspaper next to that psychotic physic-pick-potter, 'Parnasse?"

"It's a pretty big deal, daddy. Everyone's talking about 'Parnasse and Éponine's big date tonight!" Musichetta said.

"WHAT?!" Henri shouted. "That little shyster is dating one of my best and loyal customers?!"

"I wonder what the new name will be for the power couple? Montparnine? Épparnasse?" Courfeyrac asked before gasping in delight. "Ép-Mont-onine-parnasse!" All of the Les Amis present face-palmed while Henri angrily crumbled up his newspaper and angrily stormed off.

"We didn't know, I swear!" Cosette shouted after the restaurant owner.

"Yeah, we didn't even hear about it until now! Right boys?" Grantaire asked and was greeted by various (yet quick) responses, mainly nodding heads, various "Of course!"-'s and "I didn't even know!"-'s, and nervous laughter.

"Plus we told her not to go!" Azelma said, and was greeted by the sounds of a low Thud! and a slightly loud Slap! from the various Amis. The Thud! being from those who sat on the table and had face-desked, the Slap! being from those who had face-palmed again. Enjolras glared lightly at the orange-haired-girl "Thank You, Azelma. Always a help."

"Oh yeah, well this ends tonight!" Henri said, storming into the café again, this time with his car keys in his hand. "I'm heading over to that skunk's house; this is gonna stop RIGHT now!" Henri shouted as he slammed the door to the café, causing the Les Amis to flinch.

Courfeyrac smiled. "Dude's, wouldn't it be funny if that was a closet, and he had to come back out again and walk out the real door?" He was greeted with blank-and or-odd stares from his fellow Amis. So, walking down the steps to the front door of the café, Courfeyrac went and opened the door. He turned to his friends and shouted up "Nope! Real door!"

Thud! Slap!

-Later, with Henri-

It took him a minute to find, but once he found out where it was, Henri broke every rode safety law he knew (which was all of them considering he broke these safety limits multiple times before) and eventually skidded to a stop in front of Montparnasse's house (but it looked more like a mansion).

Still growling over the fact that Montparnasse had somehow tricked a sweet girl like Éponine into dating him, Henri angrily stomped up to the front door of the house/mansion and started to pound angrily on the front door. "'Parnasse, you nasty little punk, open up!" Henri then noticed the handmade and hand-stitched sign on the door that read 'Pardon this House'. Henri angrily slapped the sign onto the ground. "I will pardon nothing!"

It was then that the front door was open, and Henri came face-to-face with a glaring, tall, hefty man with dark hair, skin, and eyes, wearing a colorful Hawaiian shirt and khaki pants. The man smiled and laughed happily. "Ah, Signore Hucheloup! Che delizia!"

"Outta the way, Giuseppe! I'm looking for Montparnasse!" Henri said, shoving the Italian man out of the way and peering around him.

"Scusate, I haven't seen my boss around, but, you simply must come in for coffee Signore!" Giuseppe laughed as he pulled Henri into the home.

"But-But I came-" Henri stuttered out in protest.

"Now, it's imported, all the way from Columbia." Giuseppe said.

Henri smiled. "Wow… I went to jail there once." It was then that Henri really noticed just how lavishly furnished, he whistled in appreciation. "Some digs you got here." Henri then noticed the sad clown painting hanging above the couch. 'Oh this… This is beautiful."

Giuseppe walked back in, carrying to mugs of coffee. He smiled as he set them down. "Now, I hear that you're daughter's friend Éponine and Montparnasse are, well they're singing in harmony lately, per così dire."

"Uh, yeah, and like everyone else over at the Café Musian and Musian Street Bookstore, I'm against it!" Henri lied, before knocking over one of the throw pillows with a "Nyah!"

"No, no, no! You see, I talked about it with my boss earlier, and we both see this as a fantastico business opportunity!" Giuseppe smiled. "Aren't you and the Musian Street Bookstore sister business?"

Henri raised his brow. "Uh, yeah. You're point?"

"Walk and talk with me, Henri." Giuseppe smiled as he and Henri decided to take a little walk around the house. "Yes, the Musian Street Bookstore and Café Musian and the Tent of Telepathy. We've been at each other's throats for far to-Lemme get that-" Giuseppe said, tearing down a photo of Henri from a dart-board. "At each other's throats for far too long, yes we have. This is our big chance to brush aside our rivalries and pool our collective profits you see."

CHA-CHING!

Henri smiled as he pushed back the cash drawer of the cash register he clicked open when he was leaning on it. "I'm listening…"

-Back to Éponine and Montparnasse's date-

"And so I said, 'Autograph your own headshot, lady'!" Montparnasse laughed as he finished off his crabs legs.

Éponine faked a laugh, looking uncertainly down at her… "Undercooked" lobster. "He-he… Yeah…" It was then that her lobster pinched her fork.

"Éponine, dearest, tonight's date was a complete success! And tomorrow's date promises to top this date in every way!" Montparnasse smiled brightly.

"Whoa, slow down there slick! You said just one date, and all of this-" Éponine gestured to the restaurant. "This was it."

"Hark! What a surprise!" Montparnasse smiled slyly before holding out his arm. "A red crested, South American, Rainbow Macaw!"

SQUAK!

"AHH!" Éponine screamed and grabbed her lobster and held it as weapon.

"Two, three, and four…" Montparnasse counted down.

"Éponine-will you-accompany-Montparnasse-to the ball room dance-this Thurbday?!" Montparnasse then shook the bird. "Thursday! Thursday! PLEH!" And with that, the bird coughed up an envelope and then flew off.

"Oh, so romantic!" A female restaurant patron cooed.

"I'm so jealous right now!" Her companion said

"That's so sweet!" One old woman said, smiling.

"Monsieur Montparnasse finally has a girlfriend!" Jean-Luc teased, still not looking Montparnasse in the eye.

"Boy, can he pick 'em!" The chef said, stepping out of the kitchen to check out the commotion.

Éponine sat awkwardly in her spot. With every new comment that came from one of the restaurants patrons, she prayed harder and harder that the floor would just open and swallow her up. Montparnasse grabbed one of her hands and looked directly into her eyes. "Éponine, they're expecting us. Please say you'll go."

"AAAAWWWW!" The restaurant patrons-who had gathered around the table to watch their favorite Hometown Celebrity and his date-cooed and smiled at Éponine expectantly.

"Well, so much for the floor swallowing me whole." Éponine thought bitterly. Then sighed. "Montparnasse, I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to say-"

"I'm on the edge of my seat!" Officer Casper said excitedly.

"Sorry to disappoint you then." Éponine thought.

"This is gonna be adorable!" The cute-biker that Éponine kept seeing around town swooned.

"Ok… He's going to be a bit upset…" Éponine thought reluctantly.

"If she says no," An old woman started worriedly. "I'll die from sadness!"

"I can verify that, that will indeed happen!" A doctor who had been eating there said.

"What?! Die from sadness?! If I say no?! She wouldn't really die from sadness… would she?" Éponine thought as her eyes darting from person to person nervously. "All these people want me to say yes to Montparnasse. Oh God, someone help me! I can't breathe!"

"Well Éponine?" Montparnasse asked, smiling up at her.

Éponine heard the little audience that had gathered start to hold their breath as she opened her mouth to reply.

-Later that night, at the Valjean residence-

"YAY! High score!" Azelma cheered.

Grantaire threw his controller down. "I swear this game is cursed!"

"That or you're turning into Bossuet." Cosette giggled.

"Hey guys…" Éponine sighed as she walked into the living room and made her way to the Valjean's fish tank.

"Hey there gorgeous! So, how'd it go?" Gavroche smiled cheekily.

"I don't know. I've got a lobster now, named him Bob. So…" Éponine trailed off as she tossed Bob into the fish tank and watched as he sank to the bottom.

"Bad date, eh?" Camille asked. Éponine nodded.

"Well, look on the bright side, sis! He only said one date, so now it's over!" Azelma smiled.

"Yeah, now you'll never have to see him again!" Cosette said. She then noticed how Éponine was just sadly tapping the glass just above Bob's head. "Éponine? It is over with, isn't it?"

"Éponine?" Grantaire asked suspiciously.

"BLAARRGG!" Éponine turned to face them. "He asked me out again and I didn't know how to say no!"

"Like this: No!" Gavroche said, pointing to his mouth and over pronouncing the word.

"Yeah, what's so hard about that?" Camille asked innocently

"You guys don't get it! He had a bird deliver this letter to me, everyone at the restaurant saw and so they practically surrounded our table and they we're practically breathing down my neck! One old lady said that if I didn't say yes, she would've died of sadness! And then there's this doctor guy who comes up and says that's true and I do like Montparnasse as a friend so I didn't want to hurt his feelings! And I just didn't know how to-" Éponine shouted, tears starting to form in her eyes.

Grantaire enveloped her in a hug and slowly brought her to the couch. "Sshh, calm down, 'Ponine. Just calm down… Everything'll be fine, sshh…" Grantaire said soothingly as the brunette let a few tears slide down her cheeks before she started to take some deep breaths to calm herself down.

"It'll be ok, 'Ponine." Cosette said, patting her friends arm soothingly.

"You'll be able to break up with him on your next date, won't you?" Camille asked.

"I don't know if my little girl heart can take it." Éponine mumbled.

"Look, I've only ever gone with Marius, but what I do know is that you have to get things back to the way they used to be." Cosette told her roommate sternly, yet as gently as possible.

"Yeah… back to the way they were… Just friends." Éponine said.

"Where's he taking you anyway?" Azelma asked. Éponine dug out the envelope and handed it to her sister. Once she had it in her hand, Azelma froze. "Why is it all wet?"

"It's covered in Red Crested, South American Rainbow Macaw salvia." Éponine said tiredly. Azelma flung the envelope away and wrinkled her nose. Rolling his eyes, Gavroche grabbed the envelope and opened it.

"It's an invitation. To the Gravity Falls Summer Cotillion, hosted by… Holy Crap! Hosted by Mr. and Mrs. Gabriel Enjolras!" Gavroche gasped.

"Damn! That's probably the most exclusive party in all of Gravity Falls! All that formality! Dudes wearing tuxes, girls wearing dresses, invitation only!" Grantaire said. "Damn, 'Parnasse is sure pulling out all the stops for you, isn't he?"

"Don't remind me!" Éponine groaned, leaning onto the drunkard's shoulder.

"Well, hey, at least Enjolras, Evelyn, and Combeferre will be there!" Camille pointed out.

"They will?" Éponine asked.

"Yeah, Enjolras and his sister are forced to go every year by their parents, and 'Ferre goes with them to make sure that they don't kill anyone." Cosette said. "If you feel like 'Parnasse is suffocating you, just excuse yourself and go find one of them."

"I've never even met Evelyn." Éponine said.

"You'll meet her, trust me." Grantaire chuckled. "She likes to make a big scene, just like her brother."

That got the roommates laughing. And once the roommates stopped, Azelma smiled at her sister. "Don't worry, Cosette and I will help you get ready for the Cotillion tomorrow!"

"Why would I need help?"

"Because a Cotillion is something that it's mandatory for girls to wear dresses and make-up to." Cosette said, almost apologetically but in a matter-of-factly tone.

Éponine frowned. "Wait, what?"

~June 13, 2013. Gravity Falls, Oregon~

They had not been there for more than fifteen minutes (Long enough for Montparnasse to escort Éponine in, for her to have Montparnasse lead her to talk to some important business partners, and enough time to make Éponine feel as though she stuck out like a sore-thumb) when Montparnasse had received a phone call from someone named Giuseppe.

He had smiled at her apologetically, but his eyes told her that he was beyond annoyed, and had excused himself to take the call. (She heard him whisper-shout into the phone "The hell do you want you pathetic little bastard?! I'm busy, so you better make this quick!" When he though he was far enough away to wear she wouldn't hear him).

So, now, here she was, nursing a glass of water (She was fucking seventeen for crying out loud!) and standing awkwardly amongst the crowd. She heard someone cough to her right.

"Uncomfortable?" A young girl (She couldn't be older than twenty or twenty-one) asked sympathetically.

"What gave it away?" Éponine asked.

"I stood like that to. Back when I first started to come to these things. But, I've gotten better. Now, I can just be talking to some boring, dull, rich man my mom's trying to set me up with and I'll be told I can still stand out in a crowd." The girl laughed.

"Gee, I wonder why…" Éponine thought. This girl had her curly blonde hair (which had hot pink highlights) pulled into a chic side bun and held together by two, black chopsticks. And her dress, talk about eye catcher! It was a high-necked, sleeveless little number. From the neck to the top of her chest, the dress was made of a hot pink, see-through, sparkly material. From that point down to the skirt, it was a solid, hot pink material that hugged her body. The skirt, Éponine actually liked. It was a two-layered piece. The under layer was (of course) hot pink and went to her thigh, and the second layer was made of a sparkly, hot pink, see-through material that clung to the dress in tattered shreds. Tie that all together with a simple back belt, silver earrings, a black-stoned bracelet, and silver, high-heeled wedges, and this girl was a forced to be reckoned with!

"So, what's your name?" The girl asked.

"Éponine."

"Huh… Why do I feel like I've heard that name before?" The girl wonder aloud.

"My mom named me after some dumb romance." Éponine told her ruefully.

"No, I feel like I've heard that name somewhere else… Say, do you know anyone named Gabriel?" the girl asked.

"Gabriel?" Éponine asked. The girl nodded. "Nope. Can't say I do." Éponine heard the girl mutter "Damn!" before chuckling. Éponine raised her brow. "What about you? You got a name?"

"Yeah. Evelyn." The girl held out her hand and Éponine shook it.

"Evelyn… weird… I feel like I've heard that name before."

"Ok, this is getting spooky!" Both girls laughed. "So, I haven't seen you here before? You on a date with someone?"

Éponine frowned. "Yeah. Montparnasse."

Evelyn raised her brow in disbelief. "Montparnasse? That freaky little fake from that Tent of whatever?"

"Yeah. He asked me out after our first date yesterday, and well, I wasn't in a position to say no."

"And let me guess, you're gonna break up with him tonight?"

"That's the plan. Just don't tell him I said that, I still wanna be friends with the guy and all."

"You're secrets safe with me." Evelyn smiled. Then, she seemed to notice something behind her. A mischievous smile spread across Evelyn's face and a mischievous glint appeared in her green eyes. "It was nice meeting you Éponine, but my friend Alan promised me he'd save me a dance. Well, I made the promise for him. See-ya around!"

"Nice meeting you, Evelyn!" Éponine said, smiling. She watched as Evelyn sashayed up to a young man wearing a tuxedo, grab the drink from his hand, and drag him to the dance floor. But what really surprised Éponine was who the man in the tux was, it was Combeferre!

"Wait, if 'Ferre's here, then doesn't that mean…?" Éponine glanced to where Combeferre had just been and sure enough, there, in a black suit and red tie, his curls (Which had been attempted to be slicked back by the looks of things) wild and unruly, was Enjolras himself. "Well, beats standing here by myself."

Éponine set her glass down and made her way over to the blonde revolutionary leader.

-Meanwhile, with Enjolras-

He hated coming to these dumb balls every year. He hated how he had to wear a stiff suit, how he had to practically hold his twin sister at Gunpoint to get ready, how she had to do the same to him, how his mother would try and set him up with the daughters of wealthy business partners, how most of those women and more would stare at him like a piece of meat, and now he had another reason.

Evelyn had waltzed up, set the sparkling water that Combeferre had been drinking down and dragged him out to dance with him (Maybe Azelma was right after all) and so now, the one person keeping him sane was out dancing with his twin sister, and he wasn't sure how he would last.

"Someone shoot me." Enjolras mumbled, taking a sip of his drink.

"Hey Marble," A familiar voice teased. Enjolras, still drinking, turned to say hello to the voice and its owner, not only did his heart stop, but he also spilled his drink all over his chin.

It was Éponine. And he would be lying if he said he didn't find her outfit choice of that night drop-dead-attractive.

It was a bright red dress, with one sleeve made of a sparkly, see through material that went down to her mid-upper-left arm, the skirt going down to her mid-thighs and the over-skirt (Also made of a see-through, sparkly material) went down to her knees, the dress hugged her body and showed off her curves and the patterned, sequined, black belt that clung to her hips didn't help either. She wore little make-up, some blush, cherry red lipstick, and a bit of mascara and her hair was pinned behind her head in an elegant fashion and her chocolate brown curls cascaded down her back. And to top it off, she was made about two inches taller due to her black stilettos.

"Oh my gosh!" Éponine gasped, noticing Enjolras spilling his drink all over himself. She reached for some napkins on a nearby table and handed them to him. "Here, let me help you!"

Enjolras stuttered. "It-It's fine, just hand me a napkin and I'll-" he was cut off by Éponine stepping forward and gently wiping the liquid from Enjolras's chin, neck, and shirt. Said man was turning redder than a tomato at her touch. Éponine furrowed her brow. "How did this even happen?"

"Seriously, you walk up to me in that red dress and you ask me that?!" Enjolras thought, bewildered. But, instead of saying that, he said "I don't know."

"Ok then… I think I got most of it so-" Éponine looked up to smile reassuringly at him, but was instead taken aback by two things. (1): How close they were and (2): His blue eyes. Honestly, she never looked at them before, but now, she was getting a very good look. They were a sort of an ocean-colored-blue, but Éponine could see some flecks of Sea Green in them. And she was oddly entranced by them.

And Enjolras, also taken aback by the closeness, was also taken aback by Éponine's eyes. A dark brown with flecks of gold in them. They were mesmerizing.

"Ahem!" A voice cleared his throat in an angry way. The two turned to see Montparnasse standing in front of them, and he was glaring furiously at Enjolras. "Enjolras, good to see you again. I see that you've been keeping Mon très Cher ange Éponine Company." When he spoke, Montparnasse's voice was filled with a deadly venom.

It wasn't until now that Éponine and Enjolras realized that they must have been leaning in really close to each other (Enjolras's nose just at the top of Éponine's head) and they immediately jumped apart.

"Montparnasse," Enjolras began calmly. "Good to see you again as well."

"I guess Éponine dearest didn't tell you that I was accompanying her to this little gala, now did she?" Montparnasse asked, slinging an arm around the brunette's shoulders. Enjolras could hear the underlying message in his words though 'Back off, she's with me!'

Enjolras looked to Éponine. The look in her eyes said one thing: "S-O-S!" but Enjolras just pretended to cough. "Uh no… she didn't… We haven't really been able to see that much of each other this past week."

That seemed to please Montparnasse immensely, as he suddenly smiled brightly. "Ah, well, I suppose I'm to blame for that."

"You could say that again you bastard…" Enjolras thought bitterly. That's when the tune to Michael Bublé's Sway started to play. Montparnasse smirked playfully down at Éponine.

"Tell me, Mon chérie, have you ever danced the tango?" The physic asked seductively.

"Can't say I have." Éponine said uncertainly.

"Well," Montparnasse grabbed her hands and led her to the dance floor. "We'll have to change that, won't we?"

And so, not having anything else to do, Enjolras just stood there and watched as Éponine was twirled and dipped in led in the "Dance of Romance"-as his mother called-by Montparnasse. They were talking, even laughing at some points (Though it was clearly all just an act on Éponine's part) and it made Enjolras sick.

He wasn't jealous. Why would he be? Éponine was just a friend. So what if she was going on dates with one of the most powerful and influential men in Gravity Falls. So what if this guy just so happens to be Montparnasse, someone who born looking that charmingly handsome. So what if he was clearly head-over-heels for one of the greatest girls Enjolras actually has the pleasure of knowing. So what if watching these two dance left a nasty hole in Enjolras's stomach. So what if the ever so tempting desire to walk over to 'Parnasse and punch him as hard as he could and tell him to get a fucking cue and to get out of Éponine's life and then whisk her away to dance was sounding even more pleasant by the minute?

He wasn't jealous. So why should he care? He wasn't jealous of Montparnasse and Éponine, simple as that. Right?

-Later that night, with Éponine and Montparnasse-

"Boat in the night! Boat in the night! Wee-he-he-hee!" Old Man McKinley, who just so happened to be the gondaleer of the boat that Éponine and Montparnasse were on, laughed.

"And here I thought dancing was going to be the end of the evening…" Éponine said, rubbing her arms uncomfortably.

Montparnasse grabbed her hands and tenderly looked into her eyes. "Don't you want this evening to last, ma douce?"

"No!" Éponine said quickly. Before adding a softer "I mean yes." to it. Well, no time like the present!" She thought. "I mean, I always like spending time with my friends."

"Friends?" Montparnasse asked.

"Yeah, you know… Buddy, pal, chum, amigo, other word for friend." Éponine said.

"Pal?" Old Man McKinley offered.

"I already said pal… Um, mate!" Éponine said.

"How about soul mate?" Montparnasse said, deadly serious.

Éponine didn't know how to react. And then things were made worse by the sound of fireworks being released into the air. Turning, Éponine looked just in time for the fireworks to explode into a heart, and inside that heart, the fireworks spelled out her name.

"Well, ya can't say no to that!" Old Man McKinley said.

"No shit, Sherlock!" Éponine thought sadly, she felt her heart sinking as she watched the fireworks above her.

-Later, at the Café Musian-

"She should've called by now! What's taking her so long?" Azelma-who today was wearing a light pink sweater with a red butterfly on it, a light pink hair clip, a pine green skirt, and her usual white socks and black flats-asked impatiently.

"What're you guys talking about?" Musichetta asked as she joined Joly and Bossuet on the couch. Thought there was no meeting tonight, the Les Amis had gathered at the Café Musian like they always do.

"Éponine." Azelma said.

"She had another date tonight with 'Parnasse tonight and she was gonna break up with him." Grantaire explained.

"She said she'd call us when she done the deed, but so far… Nothing!" Cosette sighed.

"Hey, who knows, maybe Éponine will come walking through that door any second now." Marius laughed, gesturing to the front door.

"I'm freaking out guys!" Éponine-who had just walked in the front door-shouted.

"Éponine!" Enjolras shouted, at her heel.

"Slow down!" Combeferre shouted, following his friends.

"Are you magic?" Azelma asked Marius, who was sitting dumbfounded on the couch

"What's going on?" Courfeyrac asked, gesturing to Éponine, who kept pacing back and forth.

"We're not sure." Combeferre said. "These are the first words she's said since we've left the Cotillion."

"He's just so nice, but I can't keep doing this, but I can't break his heart! Ugh, I have no way out!" Éponine muttered, still pacing back and forth frantically.

"What the hell happened on that date?" Grantaire asked.

"I don't know! One minute, we're dancing and he's flirting with me, then he takes me out on this boat ride, and then I set myself in the friend zone, and then before I knew what was happening, he pulled me into the romance zone! It was like quicksand! Tall, beautiful, flirtatious quicksand!" Éponine said, shaking the drunkard frantically.

Grantaire just grabbed her wrist and started to shush her soothingly. "It'll be ok, 'Ponine."

"No it won't!" Éponine whined.

"Come on, Éponine." Marius started. "It's not like someone's going to walk through that door, saying that you're going to have to marry Montparnasse" The freckled man laughed, gesturing toward the back door.

"Great news, Éponine-" Henri, who just walked through the back door, wearing a shirt that read Team 'Parnasse, smiled. "You have to marry, 'Parnasse!"

"WHAT?!" Éponine screeched.

"I must use my powers for good!" Marius shouted to the heavens, gesturing with his hands.

"What'd you mean Éponine has to marry Montparnasse?" Enjolras said angrily. "She's seventeen!"

"It's all a part of my long-term deal with Giuseppe Italiano. There's a lot of cash tied up in this deal, for not only me and Giuseppe, but for Jean and Fantine! Plus, I got this free shirt!" Henri gestured to his new shirt. Than frowned. "Ugh, I am fat."

Éponine started to hyperventilate. Her worst nightmare had been realized. Back when she lived in Pasadena, she always heard her father plan with her mother about selling Éponine off to her future husband by means of the highest bidder. She thought that once she came here, and her parents being arrested, that she would be free. But no, Henri had gone and proved that wrong. Not, knowing what else, to do, Éponine screamed and ran out of the café as quick as she could.

"Bodies change, honey!" Henri called after her. "Bodies change…"

Enjolras glared at Henri before following after Éponine, followed by the rest of the Les Amis. He heard Musichetta shout "Nice work, pop! You gave Éponine the perfect reason to have a nervous breakdown!" followed by the sound of the barista slapping her father upside the head, and then her footsteps as she followed after the Amis.

When they reached the bookstore, they saw Valjean and Fantine staring at the door that led to the Valjean's home in confusion. Valjean turned to face the kids. "What's wrong with Éponine?"

"She just burst through here, screaming. She didn't even stop to tell us what's wrong." Fantine added.

"My dad signed a contract that this place and the Café and the Tent of Telepathy will be business partners forever, and the catch to that deal was that Éponine had to marry Montparnasse." Musichetta explained.

"He did what?!" Fantine asked, furious. "Oh that's it! Henri has gone too far this time!" with that, the blonde woman stomped angrily out of the bookstore. Valjean winced. He turned to face the kids. "I'll go deal with Fantine and Henri, meanwhile, I want you kids to go check on Éponine. She looked very upset."

"Gotcha, Mr. V." Grantaire said. As the older man left, the Les Amis made their way upstairs. But Cosette stayed behind. Something her mother had said left her curious.

"'Henri has gone too far this time?'" Cosette thought. "What could Mom meant by that?"

"Cosette! You coming!" Feuily shouted from upstairs.

"Yeah!" Cosette shouted up, still eyeing the door. "I'm coming!"

-Upstairs, outside the Thénardier sibilings room-

Once she reached the door to Éponine's room, Cosette attempted to open the door. Only to find it had been locked. "She locked us out!"

"Or herself in." Courfeyrac pointed out.

Enjolras rolled his eyes and knocked on the door. "Éponine, come out! We need to talk about this!"

"No! I'm not coming out!" came the muffled reply.

Cosette knelt down and peered through the key hole. Éponine was sitting on her bed, covered from head-to-toe in a blanket. Cosette sighed. "Oh boy, Éponine-"

"Éponine's not here! She's in blanket town…" Cosette, Gavroche, and Azelma exchanged uneasy glances. Éponine only ever went to blanket town when she couldn't handle something. So it was very rare, this scared the three who knew her best.

"Is she going to come out of blanket town?" Cosette asked, smiling. Hoping to at least improve her mood.

Cosette, through the key hole, saw Éponine shake her head. Everyone heard her whimper. Enjolras frowned. "Alright Éponine, enough is enough!" The blonde said. "Look, if you can't break up with 'Parnasse, then I-I mean-We, we we'll do it for you."

It was silent for a moment, but then, the door opened just a tad bit, enough for Éponine to peer out of. She looked at Enjolras, incredulous. "You will?"

"We will?' The Les Amis echoed.

Enjolras smiled weakly and nodded. Éponine threw open the door and practically tackled Enjolras. "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!" Éponine all but shouted.

"Ok, ok let's not do that…" Enjolras said, trying to sound like his usual Marble self, but he couldn't hide his blush or the smile that appeared on his face when Éponine hugged him.

Combeferre, Azelma, and Grantaire saw these, and there only responses were knowing smirks.

"So, when are you supposed to meet 'Parnasse?" Enjolras asked.

"Soon." Éponine frowned. "He said since we had such fun, we should go out to dinner at some place called 'The Club'."

-About an hour later, at "The Club"-

After allowing Éponine, Enjolras, and Combeferre to change into some more comfortable clothes, the Les Amis had made their way over to "The Club". AKA: The most fancy-yet laid back-restaurant in all of Gravity Falls.

The only members of the Les Amis not in the restaurant were Éponine (For obvious reasons) and Camille (who had stayed behind to keep Éponine company, and try to calm her down). Everyone else had gone in to talk to Montparnasse.

Gavroche nudged Enjolras and nodded his head toward the back of the restaurant, more specifically, a large table. Enjolras nodded his thanks to the boy as he led the way toward the back table. The person at the table was still looking at the menu, so Enjolras cleared his throat.

Montparnasse set his menu down, he frowned but kept calm when he saw it wasn't his beloved Éponine, but Enjolras and his Amis. "Ah… Enjolras and company… You all look good. You all look good…" Montparnasse said calmly.

"Thanks, you… uh-" Cosette trailed off, looking for a reply.

"Look, 'Parnasse," Enjolras cut her off, deciding to get straight to the point. "Éponine won't be joining you tonight. She doesn't want to see you anymore."

Grantaire chuckled nervously. "Enjolras, shut up."

"She's just a little weirded out by you-" Enjolras stated simply.

"No offense!-Or anything," Combeferre interjected.

It was silent before they all noticed that Montparnasse's eye started to twitch. "So, what you're saying is… You've come between us…" The eye twitch was getting worse.

"You're not gonna like, freak out or anything… Are you?" Bossuet asked.

Montparnasse's face flashed with a brief (Yet disturbing) flash of anger, before his usual, calm demeanor appeared. "Of course not! These things happen! Bygones, you know…"

"Ok!" Cosette smiled, relieved at just avoiding a confrontation.

"So um… Sorry man, but uh, heeyy, thumbs ups!" Grantaire said as he and the rest of the Amis slowly made their way out of the restaurant. He flashed Montparnasse a quick thumbs up before leaving.

The physic watched them leave, anger burning up inside of him. He smirked evilly before whispering "Thumbs up indeed, Mes Amis…"

-Outside, with Éponine-

"It'll be over before you know it, 'Ponine! Just wait and see!" Camille told her friend reassuringly.

"I know, I'm just worried that 'Parnasse will put up a fight." Éponine told her little blonde friend.

"He didn't even try." Enjolras said as he came out.

Éponine rushed up to them. "How did it go? Was he mad? He didn't try anything funny did he?"

"Did he use his "Physic Powers" on you guys?" Camille laughed.

"It went over smoothly. Nothing to worry about." Enjolras told Éponine. The brunette sighed in relief before hugging the Marble Man once again. "I can't thank you enough for doing this for me, Enjolras! Seriously, if there's anything I can do for you in return, let me know!"

"Dinner and a show?" Grantaire mumbled to himself before snickering. Thankfully, no one heard what he said, and just thought he was snickering because he was drunk.

"And come one, Camille-" Gavroche scoffed. "'Parnasse doesn't have any physic powers!"

-Later that night, with Montparnasse-

Montparnasse sat at the very edge of his bed. His entire room was bathed in darkness. Save for the candle that glowed at his vanity mirror table and the light bulbs framing his vanity mirror. Nicola-His good for nothing train wreck of a maid-had insisted he put it in there before he taught her to shut her mouth.

His breathing was heavy. Heavy with rage. Rage directed toward the Les Amis, Cosette, Azelma and Gavroche, Musichetta, and Camille. But his rage was especially directed toward none other than the leader.

Gabriel Enjolras.

Especially toward him…

"How dare he!" He thought. "That god damned revolutionary! Trying to steal my Éponine…"

"Gabriel Enjolras, you don't know what you've done…" Montparnasse sneered as he clutched the bolo-tie-amulet around his neck. As he did, an eerie, emerald green light that resembled his tie started to surround the candle as it lifted into the air. While the sound of Montparnasse's heavy breathing had stopped, the sound of the light bulbs surrounding his vanity mirror popping one by one had filled the room. Meanwhile, all the furniture in his room-save for his bed- had lifted into the air.

YOU'VE JUST MADE THE BIGGEST MISTAKE OF YOUR LIFE!" He shouted as he used his "powers" to heave his dresser at his bedroom door.

"Signore 'Parnasse, are you-" Giuseppe said as he opened the door and stepped into the room slightly. His eyes widened as he took in the scene. He saw a raging Montparnasse glaring at the floor, clutching his tie, and the mess he had made. "Per Dio! Signore Montparnasse, you know Nicola works very hard to keep everything-"

"I CAN BUY AND SELL YOU, YOU USELESS SON OF A BITCH!" Montparnasse seethed as he grabbed Giuseppe's shirt collar and forced the Italian man to look him in the eye.

After stuttering out an apology, Montparnasse shoved the man to the ground and he scrambled to get out of his room. As he left he shut the door in the process. It was then the physic noticed it.

His shrine to his beloved Éponine. It was just basically the word 'Éponine' written in on top of his door while the entire back side of it was covered in pictures of her. There were pictures of her smiling, her laughing, her dancing, and her talking to… him. But in the center of the shrine was a picture of his Amour Éponine, Enjolras, all of the Amis, Musichetta, Cosette, Azelma and Gavroche, and Camille. They were sitting at the table where they plan their ridiculous meetings. He spotted Éponine first (He always did) and saw how happy she looked leaning over Enjolras and pointing to something on Lord-knows-what he was reading at.

Montparnasse can see the hint of a smile come onto Enjolras's face as he looked up at Éponine-the way only he should look at her!

Montparnasse clutched his tie roughly once again. He took one glance at the center photo and narrowed his eyes.

He took immense joy as he watched the rest of the picture burn away as it glowed that eerie emerald green. It wasn't until he saw Enjolras's picture burn, when the malicious smile appeared on his face.

In the end, Éponine was the only one left in that picture. And that's just how he liked it.

~June 14, 2013. Gravity Falls, Oregon~

Grantaire grabbed the now empty Styrofoam cup, knelt down, and then carefully placed the cup on his forehead. He smiled. "Ok… Go!"

Azelma-who was now wearing a light blue sweater with a mint green umbrella on it, a plum colored skirt, a mint green headband, and her usual white socks and black flats-grabbed a little donut hole and lightly tossed it toward Grantaire, more specifically, the cup on his head.

Following her sister's lead, Éponine grabbed another donut hole and tossed it at the cup on the drunkard/artist's head. Laughing, Gavroche grabbed one and followed his sister's lead. The Thénardier sibilings attempt at tossing a donut hole into the cup proved unsuccessful until finally, one that Gavroche tossed landed in the cup.

"Finally!" Grantaire laughed, grabbing the donut hole from the cup and allowing the cup to fall to the floor. "I'm starving!" and he popped the donut hole into his mouth.

"I'm overjoyed that you all find such use in these meetings." Enjolras said sarcastically.

"Hey, if you didn't have lunch, you'd be grateful to!" Grantaire shot back, smiling.

Éponine sighed in relief and flopped down onto a nearby chair. "I'm just glad everything's back to normal!" And although she was smiling, Éponine still couldn't help but feel guilty, just a little bit. A lot a bit. She was wracked with the guilt! She had let Enjolras and her friends break-up with 'Parnasse for her instead of giving the guy an honest break-up like he deserved. But, hey, it was over between the two of them, so it doesn't matter anymore, right? Right?

"Hey Enjolras!" Musichetta called over from the counter.

"What?"

"Phone for you! The guys says he's from the newspaper!" Raising a brow, Enjolras looked at Grantaire and the Thénardier siblings, they all shrugged. Setting down the paper he was reading, Enjolras walked over to the counter and took the phone from the barista. "Hello?"

"Toby Determined, Gravity Falls Gossiper!" the voice on the other end said.

"Oh hey… Sorry about me and my friends accusing you of murder last week…" Enjolras said, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably.

"Water under the bridge." Toby said. "Say, we're doing a special segment in next week's paper about hometown heroes, so I was thinking I could interview you and you're little group of friends."

Enjolras could hardly believe it. A chance to spread the word on the Les Amis's cause! "Of course! That would be fantastic! When would you want to do it?... This afternoon?... Yeah, that'd be great! Where should we-? Oh, ok, yeah hold, let me just get something to write this down… Um, ok! Where is it?... Four-One-Two Gopher Road? Yes, thank you, thank you very much!" Enjolras hung up the phone with a big smile on his face.

"Hey Grantaire, call the others! I've got some good news!" Enjolras shouted as me made his way back towards the Les Amis's table.

-Meanwhile, down at the Gravity Falls Gossiper-

Toby hung up the phone once he was sure that Enjolras had done the same. He glared at the figure that sat in the chair across form him. "There! I did your dirty work! Now it's time for you to pay your end of the bargain."

The figure smirked evilly and tossed the reporter a slip of paper.

Toby Determined gasped. "Nina Holchen's phone number! Bless you Montparnasse!" Toby sighed dreamily, holding his beloved's phone number to his chest.

Montparnasse smirked before standing up and walking out. His plan was starting to come together. Éponine would soon be his, and he wouldn't have to worry about any of the Les Amis interfering.

And he wouldn't have to worry about Enjolras trying to steal his Éponine ever again.

-That afternoon, with Enjolras and most of the Les Amis and Musichetta-

Éponine had said she wasn't feeling good, so she hadn't accompanied the Les Amis to the interview. Camille, getting a feeling that something wasn't right (Something Grantaire had scoffed at, as his sister often gotten these feelings and most of them were wrong), and said she'd stay home with Éponine.

A bit disappointed he didn't have all of his Amis with him, Enjolras shrugged it off quickly as Grantaire pulled the truck to a stop. He glanced at the address on the mailbox outside the building. "Here we are, Four-One-Two Gopher Road." Grantaire then glanced at the building itself. It wasn't a café or the building they were in last week when they accused Toby Determined of murder. It was a factory warehouse. Grantaire gave his leader a skeptical look. "Are you sure this is the place? It looks kind of empty."

"This was the address that Toby gave me…" Enjolras said. He wished he had some proof, but when he went over to ask Éponine (And Cosette, Camille, and Azelma and Gavroche) if she would come to the interview, he had left the tablet with the address in it on her kitchen table.

Grantaire, although still skeptical, shrugged and hollered. "All out who are getting out!"

Once everyone was out of the truck, and Bossuet was checked over (He feel out of the back, again), the Les Amis made their way to the factory warehouse. The door was unlocked, so the Les Amis just walked on in.

Toby wasn't there.

No one was there! The entire warehouse was as dark as night, filled with boxes of who knows what, and the only thing in the entire warehouse was a big swivel chair. "Hello?" Cosette called into the factory, her voice echoed.

The Les Amis stepped into the factory. Cosette called out again. "Is anyone here? Toby? Anyone? Hello?"

Her voice echoed once again.

Azelma looked at one of the stacks of boxes and her curiosity got the best of her. She tugged on Courfeyrac's sleeve and pointed to one of them. Smiling and nodding, Courfeyrac hoisted Azelma up so she could sit on his shoulder, and then-wrapping one of his arms around her legs and placing another one on her back to balance her-the flirt walked slowly over to the stack of boxes. Azelma smiled her thanks at Courfeyrac, and then opened on of the lids. She peered inside and was taken aback by slight surprise.

"What's inside?" Courfeyrac asked, gaining the Les Amis attention.

"Don't you think that's invasion of personal space?" Combeferre asked.

"Uh... Guys, is this a toy factory or something?" Azelma asked.

Marius shook his head. "I don't think so, why?"

"What's inside, 'Zelma?" Jehan asked.

"Toys. Like, little dolls or action figures." Azelma said, confused at the boxes contents.

"Is it like Marvel stuff or Disney princess or something?" Musichetta asked.

"Hold on, lemme just-" Azelma reached into the box and pulled out a single box. Her mouth dropped in surprise. "Something's not right here."

"What'd you mean, sis?" Gavroche asked.

"Read this!" Azelma said, tossing the box down to Bahorel. He flipped it over, his eyes widened in surprise. "Montparnasse Action Figures…" The boxer flipped the box over. "Be the physic you always wanted to be with Montparnasse Inc. merchandise… Made in Taiwan."

"The dude has his own action figures?" Joly asked. "Damn, he's laughing all the way to the bank."

"Is there anything else in that box, 'Zel?" Combeferre asked.

"No, it's just action figures of 'Parnasse. That's all that's in this box!" Azelma said as Courfeyrac set her down.

"Something's not right here…" Bossuet said.

SLAM!

The Les Amis turned just in time to see the door slam shut behind them all. Feuily went up to the door and tried to open it, only to find that the door was locked. "Um… we might have a problem here…"

That's when they heard that lights start to get turned on, one by one, until they reached the back of the warehouse. And when they did, the swivel chair turned around, and Montparnasse was revealed to have been sitting there the entire time.

The physic smirked evilly at the Les Amis, his fingers tapping against the arm chair. "Hello, friends…"

All of the Les Amis rolled their eyes while Cosette groaned. "Ugh, Montparnasse…"

Ignoring her, Montparnasse focused his attention on the two Thénardier siblings. "Azelma and Gavroche Thénardier, how long have you been living in this town? A week? Two weeks? How are you liking up here, compared to Pasadena? Are you two enjoying the scenery?"

"Huh?" Azelma questioned.
"You lost us…" Gavroche crossed his arms.

"What do you want from us, 'Parnasse?" Enjolras asked sternly. "Why did you lock the door?"

"Listen to me, Les Amis," Montparnasse spat. "Gravity Falls has a lot of secrets, secrets none of you could ever comprehend."

Those who knew about the existence of 3 exchanged nervous glances. Enjolras on the other hand, just glared at Montparnasse. "Is this about Éponine? Look, I-I mean-We told you, she's just not that interested in-"

"LIAR!" Montparnasse shouted, suddenly standing up from his chair, glaring poisonous daggers at the Les Amis, who were startled by his outburst, he pointed directly at Enjolras. "You turned her against me!" Montparnasse then angrily shoved his chair away and grabbed the amulet on his bolo tie. "She was my Mon Amour!"

"Are you ok, man?" Courfeyrac asked as he and the Les Amis took a tiny step back. Suddenly stopping in front of the Les Amis, he raised his free hand (his one hand still gripping tightly to his bolo tie) and suddenly, the Les Amis were surrounded by an eerie, emerald green light and started to levitate in the air.

Realizing this, they looked down to the ground, and it suddenly clicked. At his show, the Les Amis had stood up when they didn't even want to, like they were being controlled. Now they understood. Montparnasse had used his bolo tie to make them stand up!

Said physic cackled evilly and chucked them into stacks of boxes filled with his merchandise, the friends landed with a loud Oomph! and sent most of the boxes toppling over, some even had boxes fall on their heads

The Les Amis blanched and looked at Montparnasse in wide-eyed shock/terror. The physic approached them, a mischievous smirk on his face. "Reading minds isn't all I can do…" He trailed off.

"This is impossible!" Musichetta said.

"Yeah, you're a fake!" Grantaire said matter-of-factly.

"Oh tell me, Grantaire," Montparnasse smirked evilly. "Is this fake?"

Montparnasse raised his free hand again and all of his merchandise, surrounded by an eerie, emerald green light, started to levitate out of there boxes and float menacingly toward the Les Amis.

They barely had time to gap in horror before the first line of projectiles was tossed at them.

-Meanwhile, with Éponine-

She felt bad about lying to Enjolras-especially after what he did for her-but she still felt as though her stomach was kick-boxing with her heart due to the guilt of this whole "Montparnasse" situation. So, here she was, lying comfortably on the couch in the Valjean's living room, chewing on her hair, and praying to God that the awful feeling of guilt in her stomach would go away soon.

"How's that hair tasting, Éponine?" Javert-who had been invited over to the Valjean residence for dinner-asked as he sat down by Éponine.

"Ok, I guess." Éponine sighed, chewing her hair.

"Well," Fantine smiled, appearing on the doorway between the kitchen and living room. "I hope my dinner taste better than your hair, kid." The blonde then made her way over to the stairs. "Camille, dinner!" She called up.

"Coming!"

Fantine turned back to her cousin and foster daughter. The blonde frowned when she saw the look on Éponine's face. She looked at Javert with a raised brow, the officer only shrugged. "Everything ok, Éponine?"

"Yeah, everything's fine." The brunette replied quietly.

"She's lying." Camille said, joining the adults in the living room. "She's still all messed up about her breakup with 'Parnasse."

Fantine and Javert gave Éponine odd looks. "Éponine, what's going on?" Fantine asked.

"I don't know!" Éponine groaned, covering her face with a throw pillow. "I don't know what's wrong with me! I thought everything was back to normal, but I still feel all gross!"

Javert turned to Camille. "Maybe you should go see if Jean needs help setting the table… This is more of a grown-ups talk."

"But I've broken up with tons of guys before!" Camille pointed out.

"Like who?" Javert asked, doubtful.

"Uh, let's see… Alex Watkins, Glenn Sonnenburg, Tyler Parkinson-" Camille said, counting on her fingers.

"Why do you feel gross Éponine?" Fantine asked, kneeling down by the couch.

"I tried to break-up with Montparnasse but he was always so nice that I chickened out because I didn't want to hurt his feelings. So, when Enjolras and the others volunteered to do it for me, I said yes. But now I feel all gross and guilty inside."

"Whoa, whoa… You asked someone else to break-up with 'Parnasse for you?" Fantine asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"-Ryan Price, Donnie Johnson, Walker Hagar, ugh, that guy with the temporary tattoos-" Camille continued, not paying attention to what the others.

"Éponine, Cosette always told us that you were one of the strongest people she's ever met. So, when you say that you had someone else to break up with someone for you, it comes as a shock to us." Javert said.

"Éponine, why would you do that?" Fantine asked.

"I don't know!" Éponine whined. "I guess I was afraid I'd hurt his feelings! I mean, I still wanted to be friends with the guy for crying out loud!"

"Now, that wasn't exactly fair to Montparnasse, was it?" Fantine asked.

"-Bailey Potter, that dude who dressed like David Bowie, Billy Doering, Noah Sedlecky, Jamison Raby-" Camille continued.

"She's right Éponine, asking someone else to break up with a guy for you wasn't fair to Montparnasse." Javert said.

"It would've been better to sit down and talk things out with the guy and risk losing a friend, then chickening out and losing the guy all together. Trust me, I speak from a personal experience." Fantine said.

"-Alex Shelton, Johnny White, Geoffrey Tyndall, Brett Weir, oh man, I'm not sure I actually broke up with him, no wonder he keeps calling me!" Camille groaned.

"You guys are right! Montparnasse deserves an honest break-up, I'll go break-up with him-" Éponine started.

"Atta girl!" Fantine smiled

"-Right after dinner! Cause all I've had to eat today was half a bowl of cereal and whatever hair fell of when I was chewing it-and I'm starving!" Éponine laughed.

"Where is everyone? Dinner's ready?" Valjean asked, walking into the living room, a notepad in his hand.

"Cosette, R, 'Roche, and Azelma are probably still being interviewed for the Gossiper." Camille said.

"Ah, I see." Valjean said. "Oh, do any of you know who's this is? I found it on the kitchen table and I don't recognize the hand writing."

Camille narrowed her eyes before smiling. "Oh, Enjolras left that there, he brought it over today to show us when he said we had a chance to be interviewed."

"What's it say, honey?' Fantine asked.

"It's an address. Four-One-Two Gopher Road. It's just on the outside of town." Valjean answered.

Éponine froze. "W-What was the address?"

"Four-One-Two Gopher Road, why do you ask?"

"May I please see that?" Éponine asked, holding out her hand. Valjean-although confused-nodded and handed the notepad to Éponine. She quickly snatched it and read and re-read it at least a good dozen times, it did indeed read (in Enjolras's handwriting) Four-One-Two Gopher Road. Éponine frowned. "Something isn't right here. This is these address to Montparnasse's factory."

"He has his own factory?" Fantine and Valjean asked, surprised.

"I got a bad feeling about this." Camille said.

"I'm gonna head over there, something about this doesn't feel right." Éponine said, heading toward the door.

"I'm coming too!" Camille announced.

"Count us in." Fantine said, gesturing to her and Valjean.

"I'll come as well, something is off here." Javert said. "We can take my car, we'll get there faster."

Just as they were about to leave the phone rang. Being the closet to it, Javert answered on behalf of the household. "Hello?" He raised his brow but held the phone out to Camille. "It's for you, Camille."

Camille walked over and grabbed the phone from the officer. "Hello?... For crying out loud Brett, stop calling me! We're through!" the twelve-year-old angrily slammed the phone down on its receiver and stormed out of the house.

Leaving the Valjean's, Éponine, and Javert to look out at her in shock over the fact that she had been telling the truth about dating (And breaking up) with all those boys at such a young age.

-Back at Montparnasse's warehouse-

Things weren't looking very god for the Les Amis. Montparnasse did not relent or show any sign of mercy as he used his physic abilities to hurl more and more of his merchandise at the Les Amis. Those who were lucky enough (Namely Feuily, Bahorel, Combeferre, and surprisingly Bossuet) were able to find some cover from the psychotic physic for at least five minutes before they were found and forced to run from the onslaught of merchandise.

Some (Namely Marius, Joly, Jehan, and Courfeyrac) were able to hide (For about two-to-five minutes at a time before having to run for their lives from the projectiles.

But the unlucky ones, the ones who had pissed Montparnasse off; i.e. Musichetta (Her father was one of his biggest business rivals), Cosette and Grantaire (Éponine's best friends, and threats to his and hers happiness together), Azelma and Gavroche (Yet another threat, due to them being Éponine's siblings), and especially Enjolras (For obvious, if not a bit demented and delusional, reasons) couldn't even think of finding cover for ten seconds at a time. They were subjected to every single projectile/merchandise that was mercilessly hurled at them.

Things would be worse if they were in a group. But no, Feuily, Bahorel, Combeferre, and Bossuet had managed to hide behind a large set of boxes. And noticed that due to all the chaos, that some merchandise in particular (Golf clubs in this case) had been thrown carelessly around the factory warehouse. And if used correctly (Or incorrectly, depending on how you looked at things). Quickly and quietly (As to not arise Montparnasse's attention) the somewhat-lucky group grabbed the golf-clubs. Feuily, who noticed that Marius and his little make-shift group were hiding about a couple feet away from them, nodded and gestured to the golf-club in his hand.

Marius nodded and frantically around until he spotted something not too far from him. Montparnasse brand shovels ("Seriously, this guy has his own shovels?!" Marius thought) and nodded toward Joly, Jehan, and Courfeyrac. The group nodded and quickly picked up the shovels. Now, most of them were equipped with some type of make-shift-weaponry. Now all they had to do was find some weaponry for those who weren't so lucky to use.

But, that little group's only objective at the moment was: staying alive! Montparnasse would just not give up! Disturbing as it was, Montparnasse really wanted all of them dead. Said physic cackled madly as he picked up a nearby bookshelf and hurtled it toward Grantaire, Cosette, and Enjolras (who had gotten separated form Musichetta, Azelma, and Gavroche).

Grantaire was the first to notice the bookshelf coming toward them, and let out a startled cry, gaining his blonde friends' attention. Seeing they were in trouble, Musichetta and Azelma and Gavroche charged at the three and thankfully knocked them down to the ground, out of the way, and toward a nearby wall. Groaning, they heard Montparnasse cackle.

Musichetta recovered first. "My dad was right about you! You ARE a monster!"

"Once you all are out of the way, Éponine will finally be mine and mine alone!" Montparnasse cackled.

Enjolras noticed something behind the physic. It was Marius! And he was holding… He was holding a shovel and nodding toward something besides Enjolras. Turning his head slightly, he noticed Montparnasse-brand Baseball Bats lying around them. Without thinking, Enjolras turned back to his friend and nodded.

Something that didn't go unnoticed by Montparnasse. The physic snarled and turned on heel. He searched the opposite wall where the other Les Amis were hiding. "Where are you, I know your there?"

"Follow my lead!" Enjolras hissed quietly as he grabbed a bat and slowly made his way toward Montparnasse. Grantaire, Gavroche, Cosette, Azelma, and Musichetta following his lead.

Noticing there shadows moving, the rest of the Les Amis ran from there hiding spots, raising their weapons and charging toward Montparnasse.

Now, most people would feel threatened if they were being charged at from all angles, but Montparnasse, he had an advantage. A physic advantage. So, he just clutched his bolo tie tightly, smirking, and raised his free hand.

The weapons the Les Amis were holding flew out of their hands as they were once again raised off the ground. Enjolras glared at Montparnasse. "She's never going to date you, 'Parnasse!"

"Yeah, get that through your head!" Cosette added.

"That's a lie!" Montparnasse snapped. Then he saw it out of the corner of his eyes. Montparnasse-brand Sheep Shears, the physic smirked evilly. "And I'm gonna make sure none of you ever lie to me again."

Using his free hand, he rotated the Les Amis so they were all feet down, pinned their arms to their sides, thus making it hard for them to move, and then levitated a pair of sheep shears out of the box.

Noticing the very sharp and very deadly sheep shears hovering closer and closer to them, the Amis started to struggle. But, it was to no avail, they couldn't move to save their life. Pun not intended.

-Meanwhile, outside the warehouse, with Éponine-

"Here it is!" Éponine shouted as Valjean pulled the car up to the side of the warehouse, Éponine threw open the door and was about to head to the door when she noticed it, there was an odd, eerie, emerald green light coming from inside the factory warehouse. "What do you think that light is?"

"It could be anything." Javert said.

"There's R's truck!" Camille pointed out. "But they left hours ago, why is it still here! It's already sunset!"

Éponine ignored her, instead, she slowly made her way to the window of the factory warehouse and peered inside. She gasped at what she saw.

"Éponine?" Fantine asked.
"What's wrong?" Valjean asked.

"You guys need to see this!" Éponine pointed frantically to the window. The adults and Camille joined her at the window, their faces twisted to that of pure horror at what they saw.

Montparnasse, his bolo tie glowing that eerie light, had suspended the les Amis and Musichetta in mid-air (And judging by how they were struggling, made them immobile) and was using his… "Abilities" to levitate a pair of sheep shears toward them. His intentions were obvious. He was going to u=murder them all!

"I thought he was a fake!" Camille finally said.

"That doesn't look fake to me!" Valjean said.

Éponine didn't waste any more time, Fantine called after her "Éponine, what're you doing? Get back here!" but the brunette ignored the blonde woman and ran toward the door to the warehouse. As quickly as she could, she threw open the door and shouted "Monty, we have to talk!"

Enjolras-who the shears were closet to-sighed in relief (Along with the other Amis) as Montparnasse turned around and dropped the shears, but since they were all still hovering in mid-air, they figured he was still clutching his tie. "É-Éponine, mon amour… What are you doing here?" The physic chuckled nervously.

"I'm sorry, Monty, but I can't be your Mon amour, I needed to be honest and tell you that myself." Éponine said, fidgeting with her hands.

"I-I don't understand…" Montparnasse said, frowning, he clutched his tie so hard, his knuckles were turning white.

"Uh-Éponine! This probably isn't the best time to be brutally honest with him!" Grantaire shouted, due to Montparnasse clutching his tie so hard, it was starting to cut off the Les Amis's oxygen.

"Can't… Breathe…" Bossuet choked out.

Éponine had to act quickly. "But hey, we can still be friends!" She rushed forward and grabbed the hand that was still clutching the bolo tie. She smiled sweetly at him. "Wouldn't you like that?"

"Really?" Montparnasse asked hopefully.

Éponine's eyes quickly darted down to the bolo tie, her sweet smile vanished instantly, and she yanked the bolo tie off of Montparnasse's neck. "No, not really!" Éponine yelled angrily.

The Les Amis landed on the ground with a hard Thump! and began to gratefully fill their lungs with the oxygen they so desperately need. Valjean, Fantine, Javert, and Camille rushed to their aid.

"Cosette! Are you alright?" Valjean asked his beloved daughter.

"Can any of you stand?" Fantine asked, helping Marius to his feet.

"Just take deep breaths," Javert instructed the children as he helped Azelma recover.

"I told you something bad was gonna happen! But did you listen to me? No!" Camille scolded her brother, who glared at her in response.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Éponine shouted at Montparnasse, holding hid tie behind her back. "You were attacking my family and my best friends! The hell were you trying to accomplish here?!"

"Give me back my tie, Éponine!" Montparnasse snarled, trying to reach his tie, but Éponine used one hand to hold him back and outstretched the other to keep the tie as far away from him as possible. "I mean it, woman! Give it back now!"

"Someone, catch this!" Éponine shouted and tossed the tie over Montparnasse's head.

Enjolras, who had nearly recovered, rolled out of the protective gaze of Fantine, jumped up and caught the tie in his hand. He looked at before turning to Montparnasse and scoffing "Not so powerful without this, are you-?"

"Enjolras, look out!" Éponine shouted, Enjolras turned and saw what was happening. With an animal howl of rage, Montparnasse charged directly at Enjolras, and tackled him, thus causing the blonde leader to drop the bolo tie. But, there was another (Very large) problem. When Enjolras had rolled away to catch the tie, he had went to the very back of the factory warehouse, where a large window was.

So, when Montparnasse tackled him, he had sent both of them through the window and plummeting at high speeds down to earth, and since the factory was on top of a huge cliff, it wasn't a short fall.

"Enjolras!" Éponine shouted, running toward the window.

"He dropped this!" Cosette said, holding up the bolo tie.

Éponine quickly glanced from the tie to the falling forms of Enjolras and Montparnasse. That's when she got the idea.

She just wasn't sure if it would work…

-Meanwhile, with Enjolras and Montparnasse-

After sending them both flying out the window, Montparnasse had been the one to land the first punch on Enjolras's jaw. He had been quick to retaliate and landed a hard punch to Montparnasse's eye. It continued like this for a while, until eventually they spun in air and Enjolras was the one on top. Said man was about to punch Montparnasse again when he noticed it, the ground was getting closer and closer. Seeing his scared expression Montparnasse turned to see what he was staring at, and was just as shocked as he was when he saw that the ground was quickly approaching.

Both men started to scream. They were just about to hit the ground when suddenly, they stopped. Enjolras, who had closed his eyes to brace himself for the impact of the ground, opened his eyes to find that he and Montparnasse were surrounded by an eerie, emerald green light. The blonde leader looked up and smiled.

Éponine, one hand holding the amulet high above her head the other placed palm-side-up at her hip, was floating high above the ground, surrounded by the same light they were. He looked behind her and found that the Valjean's, Javert, the Les Amis, and Musichetta were floating as well, all of them glaring down at Montparnasse.

Slowly and carefully Éponine and the others made her way down to the ground and slowly set herself and the others down. When she was finished with that, she levitated Enjolras into a sitting position and Montparnasse upside down. Setting her face into a nasty glare, Éponine approached the physic. "Listen to me, 'Parnasse, it's over. I will never ever date you. And if I catch you messing with my friends or family ever again, you're gonna wish I let you fall."

"Tried to warn you." Enjolras shrugged. Then, Éponine stopped levitating them and the two men fell to the ground, Enjolras landing on his stomach, Montparnasse landing on his back. Once that was done, Éponine glared down at the amulet she held in her hand, then with all her strength, threw the amulet down onto the ground.

The amulet exploded in a puff of emerald green smoke that resembled a skull. Montparnasse grabbed the shards of what was once his amulet. "No! My powers!" He looked up and glared at Éponine. "You little bitch, you're dead!"

Just as Montparnasse lunged for Éponine, Javert and Valjean each grabbed one of his arms. Javert sneered at the physic "Montparnasse, you are under arrest for the attempted murder of all these children."

The physic stared at the cop, stunned. 'What?!"

"Hope you like orange jumpsuits." The officer sneered.

Montparnasse's face was blank for a minute, before it changed to one of pure scorn. He started to laugh. "You-you think that this is over? You think you can get rid of me that easily?"

Éponine, who had went over to help Enjolras to his feet, turned and fixed Montparnasse with a rueful stare. "It is over 'Parnasse, you lost."

Montparnasse returned her glare. "Trust me dear Éponine," Montparnasse then elbowed Valjean and Javert in the gut as hard as he could, both men released him and clutched their stomachs in pain. "This isn't the last you'll see of me." He smirked and started to laugh manically. He reached inside his jacket,

"Stop him!" Camille shouted.
"Don't let min get away!" Musichetta echoed.

Grantaire, Joly, and Combeferre started to charge at him, but before they could catch him, Montparnasse pulled his had out of his jacket (it was now a fist) and quickly brought it do the ground.

He disappeared in an explosion of grey-blue, sparkly smoke.

Javert, Valjean, Grantaire, Joly, and Combeferre (who had all been close to him when he disappeared) started to cough and attempt to fan away what was left of the smoke.

"He got away. Dammit, I really wanted to give that guy a piece of his own medicine." Grantaire grumbled.

"He couldn't have gotten too far, come one, we can probably still catch him-" Javert said, preparing himself for a little chase.

"Oh let him go!" Éponine said, helping Enjolras to his feet and then placing his arm across her shoulder, to help him stand, because he was starting to wobble. "We have bigger problems than that psychopath!" She gestured to Enjolras.

Combeferre nodded and went to help Éponine support his friend. They all looked up to the factory warehouse. That's when they remembered their vehicles were parked next to the side of the building, all the way on top of the cliff.

"Well," Fantine said. Starting to walk toward the direction of the road that led to the factory. "Come one, we've got a little walk ahead of us."

-A little bit later, at the Montparnasse House/Mansion-

"Aahh," Henri sighed happily, leaning back after signing the contract he and Giuseppe had drawn up. "This is living, Giuseppe!" He smiled at the Italian man and knocked against the clown painting above the couch.

"From now on, it's all name brand food and clown paintings!" Giuseppe smiled, raising his glass of wine in a toast, Henri mimicked him.

That's when the door was kicked in, and a very angry Montparnasse stormed into the house, glaring and seething at nothing in particular. Giuseppe-ever the blind fool-smiled at his boss. "Well hey there, Signore Montparnasse! Why, look who I have-" He started to gesture to Henri.

Montparnasse's head snapped to the side and he spotted Henri. His face turned red with anger he grabbed Henri by the collar of his shirt and glared at him. "Henri Hucheloup, I rebuke thee! I rebuke thee!"

Most people would cower under Montparnasse's glare, but not Henri. Something else registered in his mind. "Rebuke? Is that even a word?"

Montparnasse released the man but that didn't stop his tirade. "You, Javert, the Valjean's, the Thénardier children, your daughter, and the entire Les Amis have invoked my fury! You will all pay recompense for your transgressions!"

"What? You gotta 'Word of the Day Calendar' or something?" Henri asked, confused by Montparnasse's extensive vocabulary.

"But-But, Signore Montparnasse, what about our arrangement with Éponine and-" Giuseppe started.

"SILENCE YOU OLD HACK!" Montparnasse shouted at the poor Italian man before returning to glare daggers at Henri.

It was silent for a moment before Giuseppe stood up nervously. "I-I see he has taken to one of his "Infuria's" again. Scusate, Henri, but I have to side with Montparnasse on this one." It was then that the Italian man grabbed the newly signed contract and ripped it in half. He narrowed his eyes at the stunned Henri.

Henri stood up and frowned. "Alright, alright… I can tell when I'm not wanted."

Giuseppe and Montparnasse stood by and watched as Henri started to grab the clown painting above the couch. "Henri, I'm-I'm sorry, but I'm gonna need that painting back. Henri? HENRI!" the two men stood by and watched in a confused/helpless manner as Henri grabbed the painting and bolted out of the Montparnasse house/mansion as fast as he could.

"TRY AND CATCH ME SUCKERS!" Henri shouted as he ran down the driveway to his car.

-A little bit later, at the Café Musian-

Henri hung the sad clown portrait in the café with a sad air about him. He sighed. "I coulda had it all…" The man turned and jumped in surprise at what he saw. Enjolras was sitting on the couch (Looking pretty beat up) and Éponine sat directly next to him as Joly examined Enjolras. The rest of the Les Amis, the Valjean's and Javert were scattered around the café, all of them looking exhausted. "What the hell happened to the lot of you?"

"'Parnasse." Enjolras bit out.

"'Parnasse." Éponine echoed him wearily.

"'Parnasse." The rest of the room echoed, bitterly.

"'Parnasse." Henri echoed grumpily. He walked over and sat on a table near Enjolras, Éponine, and Joly. "Yeah, the mutant just swore vengeance on us all…" Henri suddenly started laughing. "I guess he's gonna try and nibble my ankles ore something!"

"Oh yeah, yeah!" Enjolras said, sitting up straighter. "We broke his amulet, how is he going to beat us now?"

"Let me guess, try and guess what number we're thinking of?" Éponine's comment sent everybody (Even Javert and Enjolras) into fits of scornful laughter. And they had the right to, Montparnasse was nothing without that amulet. And Éponine had broken it. So what could he possibly do now?

"He'll never guess what number I'm thinking of!" Azelma smiled. "Negative Eight! No one would ever guess a negative number!"

Laughter, albeit scornful and mocking, at Montparnasse's defeat and the foolish idea of him coming after them for revenge rang through the café. Even Henri (who entered the Café Musian with such a solemn face), was able to laugh "OH! Look out! He's planning our destruction right now!" as he fell onto the couch and lands on top of Enjolras and Éponine.

They all share a laugh, a laugh of scorn and mock, but also a laugh of safety and security. Montparnasse is finished. He can't use his powers anymore because Éponine got rid of them. So they're safe.

They're perfectly safe…

-Meanwhile, with Montparnasse-

It took him awhile to finish it, but he finally finished it.

A perfect model of the Café Musian and the Musian Street Bookstore. He got every last detail correct, he made sure of it. He even made little figures to go along with the buildings.

They weren't very good, but he was never and artsy guy. But, they would suffice. They would help him in his planning's and that's all that mattered. He smirked down evilly at all the little figures. It took him awhile to make them all, but he didn't care, he's got time now. He has all the time in the world…

And why shouldn't he? His beloved Éponine destroyed his Mystic Amulet, so he no longer has his powers. The Tent of Telepathy will be closed until he can figure out a way to fake it. At least fake it well enough to fool everyone in Gravity Falls. That shouldn't be too hard, this towns full of idiots. He'll show them some petty magic tricks and pretend to read their minds when they make so obvious to begin with, and they'll be worshipping him.

"Soon…" Montparnasse thinks, looking down at his little "Art Project". "They'll all soon worship me… And I'll have my beloved Éponine as my Queen…"

The thought of Éponine left a bittersweet taste in his mouth. He glanced down at all his little figures, his evil smirk grew to a devilish grin.

There was a miniature Jean and Fantine Valjean over by the bookstore, there was a miniature Javert standing by a squad car he assembled. "You think I'd be so easy to defeat, didn't you?" Montparnasse asked the inanimate objects. "But no, you're the easy ones… But, you three can wait, I have much bigger things to attend to…"

He didn't even spare those three figures so much as a second glance. He glanced down, he still had three more figures to make. But he finished a majority of them. He glanced up at the miniature Café Musian. He had all of the Amis. Combeferre, Courfeyrac, Jehan, Marius, Joly, Bossuet, Feuily, Bahorel, Grantaire, Camille, Cosette, Musichetta, Gavroche, and Azelma. He had miniature ones of them all. "How to dispose of you? Hm, the dungeons will be too good for you, and the death penalty would just be merciful, but don't worry, I'll think of something eventually" He reassured the Les Amis figures. He finished most of them. Only three were missing.

Éponine, Enjolras, and Henri.

He glanced down at his miniature Éponine, he paid extra special attention to the details on her. And even in his crude, miniature, wooden form of her, she still looked enchanting. He drew a smile on her face.

"Montparnasse, I still love you!" Montparnasse said as he played with the newly finished figure of Éponine, his voice going up a few octaves, in a poor attempt to mimic her voice. "If only my friends and family weren't in the way"

"Don't worry, Mon Amour, they won't be a problem for much longer…" He smiled gently at the figure of his beloved.

He groaned, as much as he hated it, these two figures deserved to be finished. Quickly, he painted an angry face on his next figure. A miniature Henri Hucheloup. He grabbed it and shook it around. "Look at me, I'm old, and I'm stupid, and I'm smelly!" He said in a voice, a poor imitation of Henri's

"Death won't be too merciful for you, you worthless sack of skin." The former physic growled as he set the figure down by the Café. Finally it came down to the last figure.

A crude wooden figure with a mop of curly, yellow yarn for hair, a red jacket, and a horribly painted face. Montparnasse glared down at that figure. The Enjolras figure. He picked it up and smirked. "What are you going to do without your precious little amulet?" Montparnasse said in a stupid and poor imitation of Enjolras's voice.

"Oh, you'll see Enjolras…" Montparnasse smirked as he pushed his chair back. His little project was done, and he had planning to do. He smirked at a book next to his model.

It was old, as the yellow-ish pages indicated. The page it was currently flipped too had to words on it. Written in a cursive writing were the words 'Mystic Amulets' and the picture below it showed an amulet that bore a strong resemblance to Montparnasse's old one.

"You all will see…" Montparnasse said as he shut the book. What does the books cover look like you ask?

It is burgundy red, three gold-colored corner in the front and none in the back, and on the spine of the book, there are two gold-colored lines. In the middle of the cover there is a six-fingered, gold-colored hand, and in the center of that six-fingered, gold-colored hand was the number 2.

Montparnasse had journal number 2.