A/N: Two chapters in one day again. This is pretty good.

After another hour or so of small talk with Les Amis, Eponine and Enjolras decided it was a good time to leave the café. Unfortunately, the weather had only gotten worse and it was raining so hard, the pair was soaked to the bone the second they stepped outside. At least Eponine had on a jacket to keep her inner layers somewhat dry, but Enjolras was freezing and sopping wet.

"Can we go back inside?" Enjolras said trough chattering teeth.

"Aw, Enjolras, it's just a little fall of rain. We can tough this out," Eponine said poking him in his side, an action which was supposed to be harmless but Enjolras' skin was sensitive from the cold, and he moaned in pain.

"Sorry! But you did say that you were in my debt, and I say we should keep moving," Eponine urged. She didn't want to go back inside for she was very fond of the rain. She couldn't explain the feeling that the rain gave her, but she knew that it calmed her when life was so stressful it felt like the weight of the world rested on her shoulders.

The feel of the cool water washing over her skin was so nice, and she felt bad that Enjolras didn't appreciate nature's gift of rain. Eponine was so dirty that at this point that the rain was getting rid of the filth that coated her like an extra layer of skin.

"Alright, but maybe we could take shelter somewhere around here and sleep near the café tonight?" Enjolras nearly begged as his long lashes collected more water.

"That sounds like a good idea; I normally stay around this area when it rains," Eponine said with a nod.

Enjolras, shivering, lightly jogged to stand underneath the nearest doorway, and Eponine looked sadly at how desperate Enjolras was, like a true street rat. She could feel her heart skip a beat again looking at him, and she was wondering why it kept doing that. It couldn't be love; Eponine had long ago convinced herself that she would never feel that way for anyone. She thought that maybe she had loved Marius, but when he found Cosette she had tried her hardest to move on. And what she was feeling for Enjolras felt more intense and more real and a hell of a lot scarier than any emotion she had ever felt for Marius.

It couldn't be love.

Eponine didn't join Enjolras in the doorway; instead she wandered around in small circles singing to herself keeping him in eyesight. She watched him as he slumped down in the doorway and she sighed as his eyes began to droop.

And then she screamed when someone covered her eyes and grabbed her waist.

"I need money. Now," a rough voice shouted in her ear. Eponine relaxed and stiffened at the same moment as she identified the voice.

"Papa, I don't have any money, you didn't ask for any," Eponine whimpered as someone, her father probably, yanked on her hair.

"You didn't learn anything from the lesson I thought I taught you this morning?" M. Thenardier said raising his voice.

"I did! I did learn! I haven't had enough time!" Eponine cried out, her mind going to the money from Grantaire Enjolras had nicked this morning.

"Eponine, don't you remember? You did get the money this morning!" Enjolras exclaimed saving the day yet again holding up what was left of the 20 francs.

"You got this much since this morning? I am almost impressed," he sneered snatching the money.

Eponine silently mouthed 'thank you' to Enjolras as she offered her father a fake smile. She wanted to run up and hug Enjolras, but she kept her ground as she eyed her papa.

"You have the money, you can go now," Eponine said nearly having to shout to be heard over the pouring rain splattering across the pavements. M. Thenardier carefully counted all the money as he peered at his daughter.

"Why's he still with the likes of you?" he asked quirking an eyebrow. Eponine felt like it was a good time to grab Enjolras' hand, so she did.

"I told you, papa, he's a friend of mine," Eponine said firmly. Enjolras could feel his heart beat faster at Eponine's touch; it was so delicate and rough at the same time. M. Thenardier looked between the two of them and shrugged.

"I don't really care, 'Ponine, about your personal life. I just came for the money. I will come back in about three days for more, but I'll give you a break for now because I see you have company," he sneered turning away from the pair shoving the money down his worn coat.

"You always seem to get me out of trouble. You didn't have to waste the money on me though, I could have just taken the beating," Eponine said smiling sadly at Enjolras and squeezing his hand.

"Think nothing of it, I owe you much more. I was not going to let your father hurt you," Enjolras replied squeezing her hand back. "The rain is clearing up a little bit," he added and Eponine giggled in spite of herself.

"The rain is getting worse, Enjolras," she said as she threw her hand back and laughed. Enjolras shrugged his shoulders but he knew why the rain seemed to be easing up; Eponine was his sun, and his sun was shining brightly and evaporating the rain.

"Maybe so, but suddenly the rain does not seem so bad," Enjolras admitted.

There was a long pause and the two were forced to stare into each other's eyes; brown on grey. Each emotion came on stronger, all their senses were heightened. Ordinary things became extraordinary, and somehow everything seemed absolutely wonderful.

Until Enjolras' stomach growled so loud that is was perceptible over the rain.

"I think you might be a little hungry, monsieur," Eponine said teasingly, though she was still very aware of… everything. Enjolras shook himself out of his little trance that Eponine had caused and forced himself to laugh.

"I reckon so," he said. Now that he thought about it, his stomach felt like there was a beast lying at the bottom of it trying to claw its way out. He had the smallest amount to eat earlier in the café (he stole it off of Grantaire's plate), and a hearty breakfast yet he had never been hungrier in his life. And Eponine had probably never eaten so much in hers.

"I don't think that we will be able to have anything to eat… its late and there are not any people out; not any people you would want to steal from anyways. And the money is gone…" Eponine trailed off looking guilty.

"It's okay, we can eat tomorrow," Enjolras said trying to sound reassuring, though he really wanted food right then. He should have just beat up her father instead of handed him the money.

Together the two of them took shelter under a balcony and settled down for the night, and Eponine felt herself sleeping right next to Enjolras again to shield him from the cold and the rain.

A/N: Aw I think a certain two people are starting to fall for each other, and fast. Too fast. I feel like I should slow it down a bit… Or not… Or yes… No… Yeah… GAH I'm really indecisive: P Reviews are appreciated and once you review you will be on the list of things that are cool (like bowties and Stetsons and fezzes)