Reliving Memories

Enjolras rushed out of the classroom before Eponine could explain things. She still didn't want to tell him yet. She made up a whole elaborate lie about who she was during the class. After the professor had said her name, Enjolras stared at her for about five minutes, and then he ignored her for the rest of the class.

Eponine was surprised at his reaction. She was hoping for something different, maybe something akin to hope, happiness, just something positive.

"I think Enjolras took that well," Courfeyrac laughed.

"You think so? He literally rocketed out of the classroom," Eponine observed.

Marius stood confused, "What?"

"I mean, I think he took it better than I expected," Courfeyrac explained.

"Took what better than expected?" Marius asked.

"And what did you expect?" Eponine wondered.

"Maybe slap you and then make out with you despite the circumstances," suggested Courfeyrac.

"That's a little over the top," Eponine stated.

They both laughed and Marius stood there, completely lost in the conversation. They were about to leave when Eponine called over her shoulder, "Marius! Are you gonna go to lunch or what?"

He rolled his eyes, and followed her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

(TO THE CAFETERIA!)

"I'll have the chicken strips, please," Eponine pointed to the small tray of chicken. The overly cheery lunch lady smiled as she passed Eponine the tray.

"Thanks," she whispered, inching away from the lady whose smile almost seemed plastered on her face.

"You're welcome!" the lady shouted to her.

Eponine turned around to hide her scared emotion, coming face to face with Courfeyrac and Grantaire.

"So are you gonna tell him it's really you?" Grantaire asked excitedly.

She pushed through the human barriers. "Not yet. It's still too early. I have a plan on how to do it."

Courfeyrac snorted behind her. "Or are you just scared to be rejected?"

She whipped around hissing, "I'm not scared of a silly boy!" She calmed down, "I just want him to have a good point of view of me before I reveal myself to him. He must think I'm a terrible person right now, so I plan on showing him I'm not. I'm different."

"Whatever you say. You used to open up about secrets so easily, though! Well, as long as they weren't dark secrets. What happened?" Grantaire inquired.

"I realized sometimes the truth is too harsh for others to handle. We all can't always be strong," Eponine answered him.

"Hey! 'Ponine!" Marius called her over to the table where Les Amis were sitting. She walked over to the table, Grantaire and Courfeyrac behind her, and was about to sit down next to him when she realized that Musichetta and Cosette were on the other side of the table.

"I'm gonna sit over there, Marius. So, if you need anything, just scooch down," she smiled sweetly at him. Okay, so maybe she still had a little bit of feelings for him, but it wasn't overpowering.

As she moved, she felt Enjolras's excruciating stare on her. She thought fast, and then turned back to the boys.

"Oh, and my name is Eponine, by the way," Eponine said. She watched them all look up at her name, then she added, "Goodman. Eponine Goodman."

They all turned back to their food. So they still remember me… She sat down next to Cosette.

"Hey," Eponine greeted.

"Hey," both said.

"Do you have close connections with that one guy, Marius?" Cosette asked, shyly.

"Yeah," Eponine affirmed, noticing the slight blush on Cosette's cheeks. "Musichetta and I went to middle school with him."

She looked up, "You did? In all these years together, Musichetta! You never told me!"

Eponine ripped a piece of her chicken, nodding as she ate it. Cosette and Marius would look like little puppies if they got together. She had to make a note of that.

"Do you like him?" Eponine asked her.

Again she looked down on her food, "He's really nice, and cute…"

A cough interrupted them. The boys from the other side had leaned over.

"Mademoiselle, let us introduce ourselves. We are Les Amis. Most of us have been together since the sixth grade," a man with shaggy brown hair and eyeglasses began.

"Please don't call me 'mademoiselle'," Eponine added before they could begin.

"It depends. I'm Bahorel," a broad shouldered man said. The rest followed after.

"Joly!"

"Jehan, pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Feuilly."

"'Ponine, you know me. It's Bossuet. From middle school. Unless you were one of those people I met in my dreams whenever I pass out…"

"I'm bat man, and this is my sidekick, Robin," Grantaire and Courfeyrac joked.

The others laughed, but Eponine noticed Enjolras barely flinched. Cold much? Combeferre then turned to her, their faces just a couple inches from each other. He pointed to Enjolras, who was directly behind him, and himself to break to awkwardness that had decided to settle upon them. "And he's En-"

"Enjolras and you're Combeferre," Eponine answered by habit. She used to love saying their names at lunch before. It was their little game. "Comb fair" she used to tease him. "Angel rahz" she used to mispronounce on purpose.

Enjolras quirked an eyebrow, a smirk to accompany it. It seemed as if he thought he busted her. "How do you know our names? You never met us before."

Eponine faced him, "No, I haven't met you before. But Musichetta has told me about you guys. She and I used to go to middle school together." Enjolras 0, his crush 1, Eponine thought.

"Well," concluded Enjolras. "It's nice to make your acquaintance. Hopefully you'll get settled into Hugo easily."

"Thank you," Eponine whispered, and the boys went back to their lunch.

Cosette played with her salad. "You're one lucky girl, I've never seen Enjolras say so many words to a woman besides his teachers and mom. And girlfriend of course."

"You know, his girlfriend is one big bitch," Musichetta warned. "She's the captain of the volleyball team, not that there's anything wrong with the rest of the team, and she is also the fucking superintendent's daughter. Wait, I already told you that."

"Anyways," Cosette, "One time, during class, she two of her other friends were giggling and pointing, until the teacher caught them. She scolded the other two even though Colette was definitely part of it."

"Sometimes, I wish I could stick a bomb down her throat and-" Musichetta was interrupted by the shadowing figures behind her. There stood Colette, next to her were what Eponine assumed were her friends. One was a red head and the other was an Asian. The Asian actually looked nice, her features made her look gentle, and her eyes were soft as she stared at them. She looked at them almost with worry.

"Stick a bomb down whose throat?" Colette asked her.

Musichetta turned around, "Just a little Barbie princess."

"Better be," Colette directed at her, then at Eponine, "Listen, newbie, let me tell you the rules of the school. One," she stuck her pointer finger out, "Mess with me, and you'll be kicked out on your small behind. Two, don't think you are worthy of my boyfriend. Don't even go near two feet of him. And last but not least, don't block my path, either physically or technically. When I say technically, that means you DON'T get the lead in a play, or get the highest grade in any class we share." Then Colette turned around, back to her lunch table, where a bunch of other girls were sitting.

"You guys would bail me out of jail if I asked you right?" Eponine questioned, her eyes still glued to Colette.

They both answered knowing what she meant, "Hell yeah."

A week later, Eponine and Enjolras still weren't really speaking, Eponine because she was having trouble balancing all her activities, Enjolras because he had too much pride.

Eponine sat in a beanbag in the library, thinking of a subject for her journalism class. She had her legs up in the air, her full back on the beanbag. Her head was touching the floor, hair sprawled out in every direction. In front of her was her notepad containing her ideas.

She groaned, nothing was coming to her mind. Closing her eyes, she threw the notebook in front of her. Her face scrunched when she never heard the sound of paper hitting the carpet. Curious, she opened an eye, only to be greeted by Enjolras, holding her notebook out, as if he caught it, which is probably what happened.

Her eyes widened and she rolled out of the beanbag, getting up. "Sorry! Did I hit you?"

"No, no," he assured, the hints of a smile coming on, "I got it. Here."

"Thanks," she reached out. The tips of their fingers brushed lightly, and a small spark seemed to flare.

"Oh, sorry," Enjolras apologized, "It's getting cold and I seem to shock everything I touch." He had the idea that the shock was actually the scientific type.

"Pun intended?" Eponine asked teasingly. She got up to examine the bookshelves.

"What?"

"You know. You just said you seemed to shock everything you touch, and if you touched a girl, in a modest way, she would be shocked."

"That's not what I meant. No pun intended."

"I was teasing you. Relax."

He picked her notepad up. "You need subjects for a story?"

"Yeah. I can't think of anything! I usually feel inspired in a library! Books full of stories surround me. The creativity never seems to end! But me, I'm just- ugh! - I can't even think of an adjective!"

Enjolras sat down on the beanbag next to hers. "If you like books so much, why don't you write about the new thing? The book everyone is talking about."

Eponine turned around, biting her lip. "The new big book… That's genius!" She pulled the beanbag closer to Enjolras and started writing in her notepad.

"You should write about The Fault in Our Stars or Divergent," Enjolras suggested, "It's the new buzz."

"You know those books exist?" Eponine asked.

"I'm not a hermit, Eponine." Her name on his tongue was like the best lollipop he could have.

"Again, just teasing. You gotta learn how to take jokes Enjolras!" Eponine nudged him.

From that day on, they hung around each other almost every day. Their friendship blossomed, and it was almost like reliving their sixth grade lives, except Eponine wasn't a Thenardier.

Everything was running smoothly, until Marius decided to hold a party for Halloween…

A/N: Hey! Thanks for reading this, and also to everyone who said this wasn't crappy. It means a lot to me since I love writing. Again, thank you! Sorry about any grammar mistakes, and I don't own these characters. Please review, like, or follow!

-Franky