Explanations

"Just a little mishap everyone! Nothing to worry about!" Marius shouted over all the whispers. "Just be care free! That was just part of a play we- um- wanted to put on, but looks like one of our actors went a little too far. On with the party!"

"Yeah!" Courfeyrac shouted back. A couple of minutes later, everyone else had gone back to normal, forgetting about the crying girl. But Les Amis had not forgotten.

"Marius," Courfeyrac called him down from the table. Hopeful that his friends had solved the problem, he jumped down. "Remind me, Marius, to NEVER get you to cover for me using lies." Then, Courfeyrac walked away in search of Eponine.

"Thanks!" Marius screamed sarcastically.

He whipped his head around the house, looking through the windows for the small girl. How far could she have gotten in just a couple of minutes? Probably super far since he couldn't see her. Musichetta approached him.

"Have you seen her?" she asked while shaking her leg.

"No! I mean, I didn't expect to. She always knew the best places to hide even if she was new to the place," Grantaire stated.

"You think she went far?"

"No, she's smart enough to know that we would think she went far, so she would stay close and trick us."

"You know, you're smart when you aren't drinking illegally."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. C'mon, we gotta search the house for her."

Standing over the porch, Enjolras glared at the grass. Once the plant starts to grow, it doesn't move on its own will. Not counting people who mow the lawn, the grass stays in its place with the people around it. That bunch stays together, maybe gaining more grass as they continue to grow, but they don't lose any members.

He wished his life with his friends was like that. He wished his friends had all grown up together, gaining that new member once in a while. Eponine, though, oh, Eponine, had moved to a new patch, and then transferred back. She messed up everything! Yet, as Enjolras thought about it more, he did, too.

He rubbed his hands on his face. What was wrong with him?! What had he just done?!

"What have you just DONE?!" Courfeyrac exclaimed as he entered the porch area.

"You wouldn't understand Courf! She told me something that is just NOT to be messed with. Information that should be banished from this world!" Enjolras explained.

Courfeyrac held Enjolras's shoulders arm's length from his own. "I know what she told you. She's Eponine from our childhood, from sixth grade. She's the one you liked, dare I say love, and I cared for ever so much. And she's come back! Do you not realize the good in this? Enjolras, stop being such a child and grow up! You were the one of the first people she told! She might still harbor some feelings for you! Making her cry! Slapping her! That's plain out-"

"Wait, what?" Enjolras interjected.

"That's plain out-"

"No, no. Before that. What did I do?"

"You made her cry?"

It was his turn to grab Courfeyrac's shoulders. "Good god, Courf'! After that! Between that and what you said much earlier!"

"Oh," Courfeyrac said, rolling his eyes. "That you… SLAPPED HER!"

Enjolras turned around running a hand through his curls. It must've been in his rage that he had slapped her, because everything was a blur. He remembered ranting on about something, but he didn't catch what he said. He remembered motioning things to her and being very rough and physical, but he didn't remember it clearly. It was all a blur. All he could see was the young girl who played with his heart, and still was.

Courfeyrac approached him from behind. "Do you not remember anything?"

Tears started pricking in his eyes. "God, I screwed up. I- I- can't recall anything! It was all a blur! I let my anger take over! Years of holding back my frustration, my disappointment and more! All the pent up anger and stress! I took it all out! And I took it all out on a girl! A girl who probably didn't do anything on her own will! Who now most likely thinks I'm a mean brute who cares about no one but himself!"

"I'll let you be," Courfeyrac whispered, and he left, closing the door behind him.

"Fuck. It's fucking perfect! If that's all he would say. I'll never get away, never get away. Never get my way! And oh, won't that be just- just- perfect…" she muttered to herself.

Eponine held the bag of ice she stole from Marius's fridge to her cheek. She hugged her knees closer to her chest as she enjoyed the view of the city from above. Yes, she was on the Marius's roof. A part of the roof was flat and big enough to fit her bum. It wasn't that hard to climb up either. There was a vine wall and ladders up to the spot. It seemed that Marius or one of his family members would come here often.

Her cheek started stinging because she left the ice pack on it for too long. She was too lost in her thoughts. Why would he hit her? She thought he would it would be a joyful reunion! Especially since they were friends! Everything had turned out as she planned, except his reaction of course.

"Eponine?" Musichetta asked, her red hair popping up from the side of the building.

Eponine didn't turn to face her, continuing to look at the lights and trees. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Musichetta sit next to her.

"Eppy! Oh, Eppy!" Grantaire sang as he got up to join them. His voice saddened as her saw her stance, crouched and huddled. "Eppy, are you alright?"

Musichetta looked back at him with a Duh! Of course she's not! face. Grantaire joined them.

"Ep-"

"I told him," she started. "I thought he would be happy.

"Do you remember me now?" I teased. I tilted my head and batted my eyes.

"Why are you back here?" Enjolras seethed.

"Enjolras, what's wrong? Do you not want me back?" I asked as I gently touched his arm.

"Don't touch me!" he warned. "Years and years, I was waiting for you to come back, and finally I gave up last year. You know that promise you made?! The one you said you would keep? Well, screw that! Do you really think you can just march back into our lives?!"

"Well, you think I wanted to march out of it?!" I shouted back. "What happened to you? You used to be this sweet, forgiving guy. Now you're this- this beast. I thought you said what's in the past is in the past. Now is the future. Apparently you're still stuck in sixth grade! Be a man and grow up! Don't be such a baby!"

Suddenly, I felt a hand hit my cheek, and my head turned from the force. Images flashed through my mind. Images I had forgotten about or suppressed from my memory: my father beating me, me taking beatings for my siblings, the men of my father's gang, pushing me about, making me their servant. I'd receive kicks if I ever disobeyed. Montparnasse would pin me up against the wall and kiss me, but if he knew how, I knew he would do worse.

Tears stung at my eyes. I looked at him. The clear blue orbs were darkened like the sky on a rainy day. All joy was flushed out of his face. He didn't look anything like the boy I fell in love with all those years ago.

"Don't you dare call me a baby! I wasn't the one who decided to not tell anyone who I really was because I was scared to tell them. And be rejected! I wasn't the one who disappeared because I couldn't handle my life. I actually waited and wanted to keep my promise. I don't ditch on people! I don't tun away from my problems!"

I couldn't even say anything. I shook my head and rushed out. It was too much. Involuntary tears started running down my face. Couldn't they have come down when I wasn't in front of anyone? I rushed out the front door, not ever bothering to look back. Examining my surroundings, I climbed in through a side window, quickly entering a kitchen, and grabbed an ice pack. I then got out, and I found one of those fences where they grow vines and flowers and climbed up. Using the ladders set up, I climbed on to the roof.

And now, here I am," Eponine finished. Fresh tears were starting to form in her eyes. She tucked her head in her arms. "I don't wanna be here. I wanna go home."

Grantaire and Musichetta exchanged glances, then nodded.

"C'mon, I'll get you home," Musichetta offered, lifting her up.

He couldn't think straight. His mind was struggling to figure out what had happened with him and Eponine. He didn't feel a thing, not the wind, not the flies, and not the two slaps Courfeyrac gave him on the back. He stood on the porch, his arms stiff as he stared out into the forest.

A peck on the cheek brought him back to life. He thought maybe Eponine had come back and forgiven him, but was disappointed to see Colette. She was offering him a happy smile, almost as if she was glad Eponine had ran away from him.

"Aww… Don't be sad. She wasn't your girlfriend anyways. I am. C'mon, let's get out of here," she purred near his ear.

"I don't want to go just yet. I have something to do," Enjolras said. Pushing down his emotions and urge to strangle this girl he was forced to be with. He already hit one, he doesn't need to murder a girl, too.

Colette cupped his face, occasionally checking the glass doors. He looked where she was looking, but she pulled his face back to look at her, smiling apologetically. She checked again, and then suddenly attacked his lips. For a few seconds, he didn't do anything. He was too surprised. Then he tried to pry her off.

"What was that for?!" Enjolras asked incredulously.

"I just want to express how much I like you," Colette responded.

"Let's just get out of here." Enjolras got his car keys, and they left despite the confusing glances from Feuilly, Bahorel, Bossuet, Joly, Combeferre, and Jehan.

Before they had left, Eponine looked about the room one more time. She was hoping that maybe her eyes would meet his blue ones, but they would be filled with apology instead of anger. Instead, she saw him on the porch, making out with his girlfriend, Colette. She turned away.

He didn't want her around, and it was time for her to understand that.

A/N: Awww! We're reaching a depressing part of the story. Sorry for any grammar mistakes. Remember I'm doing this without a beta. Again, thanks for reading, and review, like, or favorite! I don't own anything! And did anyone catch the Next To Normal reference I put in there? AND DID ANYONE KNOW THAT EDDIE REDMAYNE (MARIUS) IS PLAYING AS STEPHEN HAWKING IN A NEW MOVIE CALLED THEORY OF EVERYTHING?! I'M DYING!

Also, thanks to the anonymous who told me they liked my story on tumblr. You rock! I made a little collage of Aaron Tveit on my tumblr too featuring pics I got from his recent interview on Show People. It's on the second page, so just click the little arrow thingy underneath my profile pic! Check it out if you want. :)

-Franky