Kinda short - OK, a lot short, but I've been really moody since I sprained my ankle rather badly last Sunday at Youth Group, and I only started being able to walk on it again yesterday. Also, I'm terrible with romance, it's my friend Katelyn who's good at that stuff and really wants a boyfriend and everything, but I'm the writer and the one with a boyfriend - the latter part of that statement still baffles me to this day, and has been doing so for over two years now, but he's insane, so it kind of makes sense. And yes, I have both a serious fear of being in/writing romantic situations, yet I have a boyfriend. Can you guys wrap your heads around that, because I can't. And that is why it took me over a week to write this, even though it's ridiculously short. I injured myself and I suck at writing romance. Oh, and Happy Easter! Although here in my hometown, the weather was more of a "Merry Christmas" because I live in freaking NW Ontario, which is the middle of nowhere in Canada, South Ontario doesn't care about us, so we may as well be our own province, and we tend to get a lot of snow. Like, ten centimetres of it yesterday and another two-three feet about a week or two ago. And I'm rambling again. Just R&R and ignore the semi-crazed authoress.
Chapter 7
Eponine wasn't sure who was more surprised by her actions. Enjolras, or herself, even though she was the one who had just kissed him.
Startled by her own boldness, she quickly pulled away, her eyes wide, then had to supress her laughter. Enjolras was gaping at her like a fish out of water.
For a long while, neither of them moved or said anything. They were both too surprised by what had just transpired. Then Eponine finally found her voice and ended the silence.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"
"Is that why you wanted to talk about that night at the barricade?" Enjolras asked, cutting her off, regaining his composure.
Eponine opened her mouth to respond, then shut it again, instead choosing to simply nod.
Again, silence.
Neither of them seemed to know exactly what to do. In the end, Enjolras made the choice to speak.
"Sorry, but a bit of an explanation about exactly what is going on would be appreciated," he said after a while. Eponine bit her lip in response.
"Well, that night at the barricade, I- I just felt so certain then, but after, when I was thinking straight, I- I just felt so scared. I'm so used to people hurting me, and I didn't want to have to deal with that again. That's why I said what I did that morning. But since then, I've realized you're different, Enjolras. I know now that you would never hurt me. Enjolras, I-" she cut herself off, biting her lip again, not sure exactly how to say it, how to tell him that she loved him.
Enjolras raised an eyebrow. "Yes?" he asked, leaning closer. Eponine felt her heartbeat quicken, and was sure that it was so loud he could hear it.
"I- I love you," she finally managed to mumble.
He smirked, and she loved and hated him for it at the same time. "Sorry, I didn't quite catch that."
"I love you," she said again, and he quickly kissed her in response, wrapping his arms around her waist. After several long moments, Enjolras pulled away, a smile on his face.
"I love you, too, Eponine."
*Edit* I got 17 reviews last chapter. Never, to any chapter of any of my stories, have I gotten more than ten or eleven, maybe twelve reviews to a chapter. But I got 17. A new personal record!