Short, but I don't care. I wanted to end with a bit of a cliffie, and this was the best I could do while still doing that, so enjoy! Oh, and I am pleased to say that I broke 100 reviews last chapter on this story! So, in celebration, I uploaded an E&E one-shot, titled Falling Slowly. Go check it out!
Chapter 11
One week later, Eponine was sitting on a chair in Enjolras' flat. She had basically moved in permanently. She had asked Enjolras about possibly finding some place of her own to live, but he had insisted that she stay with him, something that didn't entirely bother her like she had expected it to.
Her long hair was braided neatly, hanging over one shoulder as she gazed down at the paper in her hand. It was a wedding invitation.
You are Cordially Invited to Attend the Wedding of
Monsieur Marius Pontmercy & Mademoiselle Cosette Fauchelevant
On July 25, 1832
She wasn't at all surprised by the invitation, which was on pale blue paper with gold trim and silver writing, but she was surprised at how she felt about it. Relieved, almost. And excited. Her best friend was getting married. No, her former best friend. Musichetta was her best friend now. Marius was just annoying.
She smiled. But maybe this would be a chance to fix things with Marius, and possibly befriend Cosette. She was happy with Enjolras now; she was safe. She could finally put the past behind her.
Just then, the door swung open and Enjolras walked in, followed by Grantaire, his face stormy. She raised an eyebrow. "Rough meeting?" He had gone to meet with the government that day to try to compromise. He didn't answer, he just slammed the door.
"We got a letter from Marius and Cosette," she told him. "Well, more of an invitation really. A wedding invitation." She had hoped that that would cheer him up a bit, but it didn't. It was as if he hadn't heard her. "Enjolras, what's wrong?" she asked, slightly exasperated.
"They didn't listen!" he replied furiously.
"Who?" she asked, even though she felt she already knew the answer.
"The government of course! And the King wasn't even there, it was just a bunch of stuck up representatives who more or less called me an idiot for thinking that anyone who isn't bourgeois or rich or whatever is worth something!"
Eponine bit her lip. She had no idea how to respond to that. "So, what did you say to them then?" she asked, hoping he had managed to remain level headed.
"I called them arrogant selfish pigs and then stormed out," he replied.
"Please tell me that that is all that you said," she pleaded, hoping he would say yes.
He hesitated, and Grantaire, who, up until that point had been silent, snickered.
"Enjolras," she groaned.
"I may have also said some other things that weren't much better," he replied quietly.
She dropped her face into her palm. "What on Earth am I going to do with you?" she groaned.
"I can think of a few things," Grantaire said cheerfully.
"Shut up, wine-cask," Eponine snapped as Enjolras continued to fume.
"Just wait, that's not even the best part!" Grantaire laughed. "He's already started making plans!"
Eponine's face darkened. "What kind of plans?" she asked, her voice suddenly cold.
Enjolras was silent, and Grantaire was grinning maniacally.
"You should tell her, Enj," he said, still grinning before looking back at Eponine. "He's completely lost it."
"Enjolras, what plans are you making?" she demanded.
He breathed in deeply, clearly still trying to calm down. "They won't listen to reason, so there's only one thing we can do."
"Enjolras, if you're planning what I think you're planning…" she warned, standing and walking over to him.
Grantaire howled with laughter, unable to let things between Eponine and Enjolras play themselves out any longer.
"He's planning to build another barricade!"
The room fell into total silence then as Grantaire's words were met with a loud smacking sound as Eponine's hand flew across Enjolras' face.