A/N: I'm baaaack with another chapter. Be sure to check out fishfingerandcustard333's new story called How Light and Beauty Broke the Unmoving Stone. It only has a couple chapters so far, but it really has potential and I'm sure it's going to be AHmazing! Also, I still don't own Les Mis and the world is still round.

Eponine couldn't figure out why Marius was so into this revolution that was destined to fail before it even started, and she definitely couldn't fathom why Enjolras was such a big role model to him. To Eponine, Enjolras was a naïve man who was as mature as a boy. It's not that she didn't like the leader of the revolution; she just couldn't quite understand him.

Eponine thought about this as the sound of Enjolras' voice washed over her just as the sunshine did during the somewhat warm month of March (though his voice and the sun didn't have the same effect on Eponine, at least the sunshine was pleasant).

She heard Enjolras declaring loudly how he 'understood' what the homeless were going through, and he would do everything in his power to spark a revolution and change our fates. However, Eponine only heard empty words and empty promises as she tried to find Marius. She spotted his light brown hair and freckles and began to make her way towards him.

"I still don't know why you think a revolution is going to change anything," Eponine whispered as she tapped Marius on the shoulder. Marius squinted at her and shrugged.

"It's always good to try, Eponine, you know that," Marius said as he made a space for Eponine to stand. Eponine chewed on her tongue as she surveyed Marius.

Eponine wanted so desperately to tell him what she thought, but kept her tongue. Marius probably didn't want to hear Eponine's insight. Eponine was very supportive of the revolution in spite of all her critiques towards the schoolboys, she was experienced and knew what she was fighting for and was willing to lay down her life to fight for her right to be finally free. She fought not only for herself, but for her friends and family who didn't have shelter, food, and love in their lives. These men did not know how it felt to be starving to death with no promise of food in the near future, how it felt to be beaten so badly all you want is to die but your forced to put on a brave face and carry on.

"Enjolras is truly an inspiring man. I know you're indifferent towards him, but I feel if you got the chance to be in his acquaintance, you would learn to respect his as much as I," Marius said after Eponine had been silent for a while.

Eponine wanted to reply saying she wasn't so sure about that, but instead she said, "I'll give him my time." She intended on being true to her word, after all Marius did seem to be fond of this man. After all, Eponine had never given Enjolras the chance that she had given Marius. Marius wasn't really special; he also didn't know a thing about the life of the poor, not really. Eponine merely admired him for running away from his grandfather, an act Eponine had wanted to do for years.

As Enjolras spoke, Eponine couldn't help but feel as though she were being put under a trance; his words were smooth and soft like a warm blanket that wrapped around Eponine. Eponine even found herself getting disappointed when Enjolras hopped off the stage and his words ended.

"Even you, 'Ponine, have to admit that was… that was amazing," Marius breathed facing his friend. Eponine did have to admit his words had an effect, but she couldn't help but feel the words were empty.

"You're right, Marius. His words are so eloquent…" Eponine found herself saying and was slightly shocked she had admitted that.

"Glad to hear you thought that, because Enjolras approaches now," Marius said waving at one of his best friends. Enjolras returned the wave as he walked over to where Marius and Eponine were standing.

"That was one of your best speeches, my friend," Marius said clapping him on the back. Enjolras nodded gravely at him.

"I give you my thanks, I can just feel like the revolution is about to start, like a kindling flame before it bursts into the open," he said staring straight at Eponine. "Who is this, may I ask?" he added bowing his head at the gamine.

"This is Eponine, she's one of my dear friends," Marius said introducing her.

"Enchanté, mademoiselle," Enjolras said kissing her hand. Eponine felt ridiculous that he called her 'mademoiselle' and even more ridiculous when he kissed her hand.

"Just Eponine," she said trying to jerk her hand away. Enjolras nodded and started a conversation with Marius.

"I would love to talk more, but I really must be on my way to visit Cosette, I'm afraid I will be late," Marius said rushing off leaving Eponine and Enjolras alone. She may as well get talking to him over with.

"You're speech was very impressive, monsieur, lots of big words," Eponine said blankly. Enjolras let out a chuckle.

"You do not seem impressed. Do give me some insight, and do not hold back," Enjolras said. Eponine stared at his icy gray eyes intensely as she spoke.

"You're speeches are enlightening, but I'm afraid you do not know exactly what you are talking about. Research and observation will only do you little justice, but raw experience is the best way to experience the true terribleness of the city; something that merely watching cannot do," Eponine said casually watching as Enjolras watched her closely.

"What are you saying exactly?" Enjolras asked honestly. "All I mean to say is you cannot understand what you are talking about, something so big and terrible, without experiencing being poor. You always have a glut of money and a full belly and loving parents to keep you going, but the poor have nothing to go by but the hope that the next day will be better," Eponine said wisely.

"How do you suggest I do that? Experience being poor I mean," Enjolras inquired.

Eponine threw up her hands. "Try spending a few nights in the streets, I don't know!" Eponine surveyed Enjolras and thought that he would never survive a night on his own in the slums. "If you will allow this, you can stay with me for the next week or so and you can see just exactly what I mean. I warn you: this will not be easy." Enjolras offered Eponine a disarming smile.

"I really would appreciate that, this will definitely help me," Enjolras said softly touching her shoulder. At the contact of his flesh on hers, Eponine felt something jolt up her arm and circulate her body. What are you doing? she wondered to herself.

"Okay, Monsieur Enjolras. If you're ready, come with me," she said grabbing his arm and yanking him forward out of the crowd. Why did she ever suggest this?

A/N: I really like to update. A lot. I have a big box of chocolates and I eat one every time I update a chapter, and I really like to eat chocolate… Reviews are appreciated and I will update as soon as possible! You get one million personal points if you review!