Shannon Doherty. Blonde hair, blue eyes, goofy dimples and a personality that made Enjolras fall in love with her in the first place. But, that had been years ago. But, had it? He didn't understand. He didn't understand at all.

And now, as this strange "new" girl opened up the door to his new home, he couldn't help but feel nauseous. He wanted to go back home to his parents. To sort things out until he felt ready to embrace the world with open arms.

"So, we have the bedroom over there and the kitchen. TV's here and there's the bathroom," Eponine said with a wide grin, "You get yourself situated, I'm just gonna try to cook something for dinner,"

Enjolras stuttered, attempting to make an excuse to get outside.

"I-I'm gonna go for a walk really quick, okay?" He said, lying through his teeth, "Ya know, maybe try to get used to the new place,"

"Are you sure?" Eponine asked, glancing up from a leather-bound recipe book, "Will you remember how to get back?"

"I'll be fine," He said and he pulled on his coat, walking into the brisk Autumn air.

Enjolras stood on the door he had stood a million times before, but now it was different. The boy he was back then was three inches shorter than the boy he was now and as he slicked his fingers through his hair, he couldn't think of the words to say.

And the door swung open and there stood Shannon, her hair still blonde and her eyes still blue. Enjolras' heart flipped in his chest.

"Enjolras?" She asked, staring him in the eyes, "Wow! How are you? Come on in," Enjolras obliged and glanced around. It was messy as he had last seen it, but with a different vibe.

"I was so nervous something had happened to you on the 11th," She admitted, her hand pressed against her chest, "I'm so happy you're okay,"

Enjolras nodded. She had definitely grown. Instead of the cute girl-next-door, she had changed. And Enj liked what he saw.

"So, what have you been up to lately?" She asked and Enjolras struggled to find the words. Who could?

"Well, about that..." He muttered, looking up at the ceiling, "On the 11th, I hit my head pretty hard and everything went to black. And I woke up and I suppose that now it's 2001 and I'm here,"

Shannon was silent for a moment. She pressed her lips together, the only sound being the grand clock in the corner.

If Enjolras had known what was brewing in the blondes head, he would have run and never looked back. But he couldn't. And he was caught in the scheming girls plot.

"Do you wanna go get some coffee?" She asked, standing up. Enjolras felt his heart pounding and was almost positive that Shannon could hear it.

"I-I'd like that," He said and the two left, Enjolras not aware of the girls plans.