A/N: Where have I been? I haven't updated in a while! Middle school is busy. But middle school is less busy than the people who are in high school and college and stuff who have fanfictions who update a lot so I will shut up now. The last two chapters have been filler chapters, and this is getting back on track.

Clara and Grantaire sat in one carriage, and Eponine and Enjolras resided in the other. Eponine couldn't recall ever riding in a carriage, but she didn't like it. She did not agree with the rich plum interior and velvet benches. She gazed longingly out the window into the sunshine, wishing with that she could run free with her hair blowing gently in the breeze. She dreamed about the sweet fragrance of the flowers when they bowed down to her as she walked by and the puffy texture of the clouds as they beamed down on her from their home in the sky.

"Eponine, you look as though you wish to break the glass and escape," Enjolras commented from beside her. Perhaps she did.

"I don't much care to be cooped up in a carriage all day," she said as she rocked with the uneven movements of the carriage.

"Understandable; I don't like it either," Enjolras said. He started to grab Eponine's hand, but then refrained from the action as though he were too shy.

There had never been a more peculiar couple. The bourgeoisie and the gamine. The gentleman and the street rat. Enjolras was awkward around Eponine, and for the first time in his life he wasn't sure how to act. Eponine immensely enjoyed watching him struggle with the new emotion.

Eponine noticed him draw his hand back, so she grabbed onto it firmly and wouldn't let it go.

"I'm happy to be here with you, though," she said leaning on his shoulder.

Enjolras swallowed and blushed; he still wasn't used to the fact that another person loved him.

"I'm glad you're here," Enjolras said contently, as he smiled down on her.

"I wouldn't be anywhere else." Eponine craned her neck slightly so she could capture Enjolras' intense gaze. She could feel her heartbeat quicken, and she licked her lips. She noticed Enjolras watch the action.

"Can I kiss you?" Enjolras breathed against her face. Eponine smiled at his innocence and gently rested her hand on his cheek.

"You needn't ask," she said before slowly drawing her lips upon his. She smiled into the kiss, and suddenly she didn't feel so trapped in the carriage anymore. She had never felt freer. The sudden movement of the carriage against the rocky road began to seem soothing and gentle.

She could tell Enjolras was tentative and stiff, but he slowly began to relax. Eponine brought her fingers to his hair, and felt their curly softness. Enjolras' hands were resting delicately on her face and stroked her cheeks.

Too soon, they had to break away for air.

"I like kissing you," Enjolras whispered into Eponine's hair, his eyes still closed as he savored the moment.

"I like kissing you too," Eponine admitted as she traced a small pattern on Enjolras' shoulder.

The two fell into a compatible silence as they were wrapped in each other's arms.

"What do you think Clara and Grantaire are doing right now?" Eponine asked curiously after a while.

"I think a better question would be: what aren't they doing?" Enjolras said somewhat sadly. The idea that Clara and Grantaire were in love was disturbing to him.

"With Grantaire, anything goes," Eponine chuckled.

"My aunt and uncle are destined to disagree with him," Enjolras groaned into his hands.

Eponine felt like she was drowning in that cursed river again. She knew in her heart that Enjolras' aunt and uncle would probably despise her too.

"They will enjoy his company more than mine," Eponine grumbled, but Enjolras thought otherwise.

"I don't know how many times I will have to tell you that I think Aunt Agnes and Uncle Jacques will love you! Even if they don't get along with you, it will not change how I feel about you," Enjolras assured.

"Still, I would hope we get along," Eponine said.

"I love you, and that is all that matters," Enjolras said honestly as he caressed Eponine's face.

"You love me?" Eponine asked shyly as her eyes widened in wonder.

"Of course Eponine, how could I not? You are my angel who was sent from heaven to guide and save me," Enjolras said kissing her forehead.

"I love you too," was Eponine's reply, spoken in a whisper so light that Enjolras almost didn't hear. But he did hear the words, and he smiled greatly before leaning in to kiss Eponine's full lips once again.

A/N: Are there any Starkid fans out there? I am a huge fan, and I'm freaking out because A Very Potter Senior Year was released yesterday and it's just so good! AHHH! And also, tomorrow the deluxe Les Mis movie soundtrack is being released! I must get it! It's been a good weekend. Sorry for the shortness of this chapter!