Over Again

"CHARLOTTESVILLE?!" Eponine asked, immediately jumped from the couch.

"Hon, I swear, you'll be safe," Leanne assured.

"Yes! Because it's totally safe to go ahead and move back to where you used to live! Where your parents used to abuse you! Where you risk the fact that your parents might've been released from jail! Where- where people used to bully you because you didn't have a stupid phone! Yes that's right, a phone!" Eponine shouted, her hands flying all around her.

"Eponine, you must understand that it's not easy taking care of three children with a low wage job like mine. The new company offering me this is giving me 20 times more than my salary today!" Leanne explained.

"Can't we move somewhere else? Like, I don't know, Chantilly? Centerville? Anywhere but Charlottesville."

"I thought you would be thrilled to see your old friends Eponine! And don't act spoiled! You may not have nothing like you used to, but it doesn't mean that you can get whatever you want! Sometimes things won't go your way!"

Eponine rubbed her face. "It's just, Anne- I'm sorry. I can't go back. This is for the sake of my siblings! They aren't toughened up as much as I am."

"Eponine," Leanne whispered taking hold of her shoulder, "Honey, you know I would go great measures to protect you, 'Roche, and 'Zelma. I have my reasons, though, for going back. I've already told Gavroche and Azelma. They're okay with it. It's just you. Just listen: Your friends from Prestige are at Hugo High. You can still continue dance there. Hugo has a great soccer and drama program. It's everything you've ever wanted in your school. You won't have to have such a small room in the new house. And, you can start new, all over again."

Eponine took a deep breath and balanced her options. Yes, she could start better and new for a third time, and yes, she could be with her old friends again. Then there was also the fact that she would have to see her old friends again, and she had the gut feeling that they were pissed at her for leaving. Enjolras especially. Oh, Enjolras! How could she have lived her life for 5 years after breaking her promise with the boy she liked more than anyone before? But she's so different now. He would never recognize her. So what's the harm in going back? The good options did out-weigh the bad…

"Fine," Eponine muttered.

Leanne smiled at her, "Thank you. You better get packing. We're moving this weekend."

"So, even if I said no to moving, we still would've been moving?" Eponine asked moving to get lemonade.

"Um, yeah," her aunt laughed.

(Scene change)

"Can't you take an effing break?!" Bahorel asked Enjolras who was ranting about how they needed to make a mark on Hugo since it was their last school year.

"Bahorel, for everything to turn out perfect, you have to have a plan!" Enjolras stated.

"Well, we're all not perfectionists here," Grantaire muttered.

The Amis had gathered in Les Musain, Charlottesville's most popular café. The café was more popular than the local Starbucks, and that was saying something. Maybe it was so popular because of its amazing hot chocolate, or maybe it was because the Amis frequented the café, and we all can't deny the fact that they were really good-looking. Enjolras, the leader, was probably the most pined after boy in all of Hugo high. He had a strong jaw and deep, ocean blue eyes that could make you cower in fear or feel secure. His lips were pink, the bottom slightly bigger than the top. His hair was golden, like an angels. It fell in curls, and let's just say he would be Apollo if Apollo ever decided to be a human being.

"Boys! I made some of my special mint lemonade just for you since it's so hot today," Madame Houcheloup, the restaurant owner, exclaimed from the back.

"Yes!" Courfeyrac shouted. All the boys rushed toward the back, grabbing and thanking the old widow. Enjolras shook his head. The boys were still so child-like. They needed to focus, but Enjolras didn't deny himself a glass. The sparkling, cool drink soothed his throat after speaking for so long. He looked out the window and thanked the air conditioning. It was so hot outside that he could see the heat rising off the asphalt.

"So, I need to tell you guys that we're gonna be closed after this weekend," Madame Houcheloup said.

"What? Why?" Combeferre asked from the corner.

"Well, the place has been busy lately. So, we're getting renovations from this excellent designer named Leanne Goodman. Ever since you boys came, well, the school year is always rushing with you fans.

"Ma'am, we're not that popular. And they come here for the food, not us," Enjolras said politely.

"Whatever you say Mr. Enjolras. I was wondering though if you would like to help with the construction. It would help save a lot of money," she said.

"Sure, I don't see why not…" Marius, the newest member of the group, said.

"Wonderful! Thank you boys!" She clapped her hands and then headed back.

As the boys were packing up to leave, Marius was actually thinking. Goodman, Leanne. He swore he had heard that name before! Eh, never mind, he'll remember later.

(Scene change to the weekend)

"Do you have all your personal belongings?" Leanne asked, checking around the house making sure everything was packed.

"Check," Gavroche said from his place against the wall next to the door. He was playing on his DS.

"This is the 10th time you've checked, Anne. I think we've got everything," Eponine laughed.

"It's always good to check," Leanne said getting up, "Okay, well if we've got everything, we should head out and see this house!"

They left the apartment. Azelma started singing, "C'mon vamanos! Everybody let's go! C'mon let's get to it-"

"Stop it 'Zelma…" Eponine warned.

"You know that we can do it," squealed Azlema.

Eponine rolled her eyes, rolling the big, red suitcase behind her. They made their way to the van and got in. She was in the front seat getting ready to face her new challenges like she did five years ago. They drove down the forgotten roads that led to their old home. Eventually, they entered a middle class neighborhood that Eponine remembered her parents robbed once. The drove up a drive way of a cute, small house. It was pained a nice shade of gray and had a small porch. They got out.

"Welcome home," Leanne proclaimed. All over again, Eponine thought.

A/N: Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a long time. It's just, finals are coming up for me and this year has been the hardest so far, and I went to a Sergio Mendes concert, and had to volunteer for hours, and ugh…. So much….. So, I'll try to update as often as I can. Also, I realized that throughout my story so far, my dividers for the different scenes have not been staying when I publish them, so sorry about that too. Please! I love reviews and sorry about any mistakes! Enjoy.