A/N: I am really excited for Graceland! I don't know if I am gonna watch it, but I might just to see Aaron Tveit. A commercial for it came on yesterday and I FLIPPED OUT!
Over the next month, all Les Amis, with the exception of Marius, could be found in the Café Musain pouring over notes and plans that Enjolras and Colin had produced. Enjolras and Eponine had grown so attached to Colin, they insisted that he stayed with them until early May, and it was already late April. Unfortunately, Enjolras and Eponine hadn't gotten to visit Henri, Charlotte, or any of their friends on the streets often. Eponine proposed one day that they should bring them bread and water and take Colin with them.
"Do you think Colin could handle that?" Enjolras asked softly as he rubbed Eponine's nightgown clad arm soothingly.
"Of course, he's a tough little guy," she replied. So that's how Enjolras, Eponine, and Colin found themselves walking down to the slums carrying countless loaves of bread and water. Colin kept tugging at his ear which was a nervous habit of his, but he was also looking forward to meeting the people who he was fighting for. The trio's feet were sore from walking, but they pushed forward. They were so close to where they would find Henri when a girl interrupted them.
"Eponine! Is that really you?" the girl said sniffling. The girl had long, blonde, tangled hair that reached her elbows and big brown eyes like a cow. She had sharp features that suit her tiny body and angular face. Her brown orbs looked forlorn as though she had seen tragedies that would break a thousand men, but she also looked youthful as though her life had just begun. She couldn't have been a year younger than Colin. Her brown dress was mangled with rips and tears, and she had dirt that caked her entire body. She sported a brown cap that looked like a man's, and when she walked he nursed a limp. Yet, despite all of her flaws, she was beautiful. Upon seeing the girl, Eponine detached herself from Enjolras' side and threw her arms around the girl enthusiastically.
"Yes, it's me! Marielle, I thought I would never see you again!" Eponine cried out. The two girls tearfully separated themselves and began to talk under their breaths rapidly and worriedly.
"Eponine, who is this?" Enjolras finally asked stepping forth. Eponine wiped her eyes and smacked her forehead.
"Of course, how rude of me! Enjolras, Colin, this is Marielle. Marielle, this is Enjolras and Colin. Enjolras and I are together, and Colin is a friend of ours," Eponine said pointing to each respective man. "Gentleman, Marielle and I used to be thick as thieves, and a couple of thieves we were! We would rob the bourgeoisie together and get our earnings to our families. I always thought of Marielle as a little sister since I never really got to know my own sister, Azelma. One day, Marielle's papa took her away because she hadn't been bringing in enough earnings. He took her down to the docks, and I never thought I would see her again! I protested and fought to bring my friend back, but nobody would hear it."
Marielle began to tear up again as Eponine explained her dark past. Images and memories from the docks ravaged Marielle's head.
"I was too young for that horror," she spat. Enjolras stepped forward to kiss her hand, but Colin cut in front of him. He gently took her hand and placed a tender kiss on her fingers, and he trained his eyes on her kind, brown ones.
"I am pleased to meet you, Mademoiselle Marielle," Colin said with a slight blush dotting his cheeks. Noticing the gesture, Eponine nudged Enjolras with her pointy elbow.
"Please, Monsieur, I am no mademoiselle. Please call me Marielle," she said with an awkward courtesy.
"Then I insist you refer to me as Colin," he replied bowing his head.
"Remind you of someone?" Eponine said before Marielle let out a loud giggle. Enjolras surveyed Colin and Marielle before turning back to Eponine.
"Hmm… You must remind me again?" Enjolras teased before placing a gentle kiss upon his Eponine's lips. Eponine smiled into the kiss as she softly placed her dainty hand on Enjolras' cheek. Colin's voice broke them out of their little moment, reminding them where they were.
"They really love each other," Colin explained to Marielle who was staring wide eyed at the couple.
"My! You do not make haste to show your affections in public! You really have changed, 'Ponine. You normally never showed emotion," she said in awe. "You look so elegant now, as well. You look like that doll that we would always fantasize about stealing in the town square."
"I think you look like a doll, Marielle," Colin said causing his blush to deepen several shades. Marielle suddenly looked quite shy. The two locked eyes and gravitated towards each other, but Colin ended the little 'moment' by clearing his throat. "We were just on our way to drop off this bread and discuss battle plans with their friends," he said pointing his thumb toward Enjolras and Eponine.
"You're planning a battle? That seems so dangerous and reckless! But also very courageous," Marielle said smiling sweetly. Colin flexed his muscles and puffed out his chest proudly.
"I am willing to sacrifice myself to help the people in the slums of France! Vive la France!" Colin shouted proudly . Marielle's mouth dropped.
"You fight for the poor? Like me?" she asked animatedly looking between him, Enjolras, and Eponine. The trio nodded with large smiles enhancing their faces.
"You are angels sent from God in heaven! Will it work?" she questioned.
"I surely hope so; we have been planning, plotting, revising, and organizing this for as long as I can remember. If you would like, you can come drop off this bread with us and listen to some of our plans. If you want, you can even come and fight at the barricades," Enjolras offered. Marielle stood up straighter and positively beamed. Nobody had ever treated her like an equal, other than Eponine, and it felt good to be wanted.
"I will pledge my life to this battle and I sincerely hope to make a change in the world," she said breathlessly as though she still couldn't believe someone wanted her help.
"Be careful during the fighting," Colin warned. "I don't want to see you get hurt."
"I'll make sure she will come out unscathed," Eponine assured, and Colin looked relieved. The look did not go unnoticed, and Eponine and Enjolras shared another knowing glance.
"Come, little Marielle, let us go. Did you ever Charlotte? I don't think you would have known Henri because he was still working at the factory back then, but we occasionally brought our earnings to Charlotte; she needed it more than us," Eponine said as the now group of four walked even deeper into the heart of the slums.
"I think I do! She had a kind heart," Marielle recalled. As they walked, Eponine told Marielle tales of her new life with Enjolras, and she explained Enjolras' ideas for the revolution so Marielle could understand better when the men got to talking later.
"Enjolras seems like a god that we would hear about in those Greek tales," Marielle admitted, and Eponine agreed.
"Sometimes I cannot even believe he is real," Eponine said laughing. Marielle nodded her head understandingly.
"Is Colin real?" she whispered innocently looking up at the blonde walking in front of her smiling to herself.
"You fancy him." It wasn't a question.
"Of course, Eponine, how could I not? He seems like an angel… or a hero. Or both," Marielle sighed. "I should not think such thoughts, I am a gutter rat and he is a rich boy. It cannot be." Eponine looked at Marielle with a determined look in her brown eyes.
"Never say that! Enjolras fell in love with me, and I am a street rat too! Sure, you can dress us up and make us play house, but it will never change who we are, yet despite this Enjolras loves me still. And I love him with all my heart," Eponine said dreamily. Marielle looked hopeful at her words.
"Do you think Colin would ever love me?" Marielle asked twiddling with her hat. "Never mind, he doesn't deserve someone like me. He will end up marrying a gorgeous bourgeois woman and have beautiful bourgeois children. It doesn't matter; after all I just met the man."
"Hey, don't think like that! The way Colin looks at you is the way that Enjolras looks at me. I never believed in love at first sight, and I still don't, but if I did, I would say I just witnessed it between you and Colin," Eponine said passionately.
"Thanks, 'Ponine. You always know what to say," Marielle said hopefully, and Eponine put on a mock look of haughtiness.
"Why, my appreciation, if I do say so myself I have quite a way with words, if you…" Eponine's words trailed straight off her mouth and she protectively gripped onto Enjolras.
"It's him," Eponine cried. She buried her face into Enjolras and effectively hid herself from 'him.' Colin and Marielle looked confused. Enjolras, however, apparently say who Eponine was referring to and his face immediately hardened.
"Excuse me, I have a bastard to go murder," he said before marching up to the graying man and slapping him across the face.
"Who is that man?" Colin asked not recognizing the man, but Marielle remembered him.
"That is Eponine's father dearest."
A/N: I am always surprised how many of you guys reading my story are Starkid fans! There aren't that many of us, and I always freak out when I meet another one! Yeah, I talk about Starkid a lot, but they're just so… just so… supermegafoxyawesomehot! It's nice to talk about it with others