A/N: I don't own anything, sadly. Who doesn't want to own Les Mis?

A Piece of Mind

"So, did you see that chick 'Taire and Courf' were hanging with?" Bahorel wiggled his eyebrows.

"She seems familiar," Combeferre observed. He leaned against the sink, trying to think of where he'd seen that face before.

"Marius," Joly called, "You seemed to know her. Who is- DON'T STEP ON THE BATHROOM FLOOR! THAT'S SO UNSANITARY! YOU ARE JUST ASKING THE GERMS TO COME TO YOU! WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?!"

Marius lifted his foot from the tile floors. "Oh, um sorry," he said sheepishly. "Anyway, I know her. Yeah, we went to Prestige, my middle school, together. She's really nice. Her name's Eponine."

All heads except for Bossuet's, Bahorel's, and Joly's, who'd already heard of her name, turned. Shocked expressions stared at Marius. Feuilly dropped his sunscreen. Combeferre's mouth gaped. Jehan started writing in his notebook with a surprised and happy expression.

"Eponine?" Combeferre asked.

"Yeah. Eponine Goodman," Marius agreed, confused.

A wave of relief swept over most all of the men. They resumed what they were doing before.

"Joly and I had the same reaction," Bahorel said from his place near the doorway. "We don't need her coming back and fucking everything up again like last time."

"She didn't 'fuck everything up', Bahorel," Combeferre argued, "We don't know why she suddenly disappeared, so we can't blame her for anything yet."

"Who are you guys talking about?" Marius wondered out loud.

"We never told you of our old friend?" Feuilly questioned.

"Nope," Marius answered.

"Well, that story can be saved for later," Combeferre said. He grabbed his duffel bag, wiped his glasses, and then joined Bahorel. They were supposed to be heading to Les Café Musain to help Madame Houcheloup with the packing and moving for the remodeling.

"Well, no need to worry," began Marius, "She's different. My friend, she's nice, caring, smart, independent, and musically talented. She can sing with so much expression!"

"Good for your friend Marius," Enjolras replied, walking in from the pool and missing the whole conversation before, "But keep her away from Les Amis. She just spells out distraction."

Grantaire entered the bathroom, "Just wait 'till you hear her name…" he chuckled.

"R, I don't care what her name is," responded Enjolras. Actually, I kinda do. No, no. Actually, you don't. You have a duty, no time for girls right now. Enjolras couldn't deny the fact that the girl at the pool had caught his eye. She was petite, but in a cute way. Even with that, she had long slim legs, one of a dancer. She was maybe 5'4. Long, brown waves were pulled into a loose bun on top of her head. The bun brought out her square face, but it fit her well. She made it work, complete with dimples whenever she laughed, smiled, or grinned. Those high cheekbones of hers even accentuated them. Her eyes were a warm chocolate, framed by long lashes. Full, pink, soft lips completed her facial features.

Snap out of it, Enjolras thought. He rinsed, trying to push all thoughts of this girl out of his head. Pulling his jeans and polo on, he got into a van with half of the boys. They were all headed to the same direction though, Les Musain.

(Scene change)

"I'm bored!" exclaimed Gavroche. He was on a chair, watching as everyone else swam. Azelma rolled her eyes, continuing to type on her phone.

"Anne just texted me," Eponine informed them, "We need to go to the mall. She needs some hangers, an apron, paint brushes, and told us that we need more clothes."

Gavroche groaned, "I hate shopping for clothes! Do we have to?"

"How about this," started Eponine, "I'll drop you and 'Zel off at home, and I'll go shopping myself."

"Deal," Gavroche smiled.

After going home, taking a quick shower, and getting some money, Eponine headed to the mall, which was also conveniently close to the neighborhood.

In about 30 minutes max, Eponine had bought everything. She was hungry and tired, and she decided to eat at one of those small food chains. After ordering and sitting down, a happy red head plopped down in front of her.

"Have you been watching out for the boys? They might run you over," Musichetta giggled.

Looking up, Eponine grinned, "'Chetta! How are ya'?"

"Wonderful," Musichetta bent over hugging her then sat back down. "Bossuet tells me he saw you at the pool, meaning you must have seen the town's pack of "Hot Boyz", as the girls call them."

"Hot indeed. Friendly too, except for one, and he happens to be the best looking."

"Enjolras didn't treat you like his princess?"

Eponine shook her head. Musichetta was her only friend from Prestige who knew about her past. "If anything, he looked at me like a rat." She glared at her fries.

"You know, after constant pestering, I found out that you're the reason."

"I'm the reason of him being an ass?"

Musichetta giggled, "Yeah. He can be one of the most intimidating people, or he can be the person you can count on for some lunch when you've forgotten your own. But he is mostly intimidating. I've never met anyone who can make a group of girls cower with just a glance!"

"Good god, I've created a monster."

"Eponine, Combeferre told me that you two were very close. At the end of one of your school years here, you promised him something. Something he was looking forward to, but you disappeared, and that's one of the worst heartbreaks one can receive. He thought he was never going to see you again."

"And I can fix it! I can change him. Everything will be back to normal."

"Ep, it's not as easy as it sounds. He's build a wall, and not even the strongest of cannons can bring it down. You need to fight like hell, and bring him down slowly."

And bring him down slowly I will, Eponine thought.

A/N: Hey! This is just a filler chapter so… I swear, I'll get back to business as soon as I can, but I thought you guys deserved a little background info. I'm glad a lot of you enjoyed that last chapter. I feel so loved! Thank you for reading! Please review, comment, or follow! Happy summer!

-Franky