A/N Hello again everybody :)

I have been so amazed by the response this has got, thank you to all of my reviewers and everyone who favourited, you are the BEST!

Thanks especially to weeeell for the one-handed clapping. I also loved the use of the word 'marvellous'! :)

Disclaimer: I'm still not a nineteenth-century frenchman called Victor. Or Gene Kelly. Sorry.

The thin, cheap curtains that barely covered the window in Éponine and Azelma's room were never enough to block out the morning sun, so Éponine woke early the next morning, as usual. Rubbing her eyes, she glanced at her old Nokia phone to check the time: twenty past five. Moving to sit on the edge of her bed, she looked over at her sister as she yawned and stretched her arms above her head: Azelma was still sound asleep, with a peaceful look on her face. Deciding there wasn't much point in waking her up, Éponine crept over to the window to check the weather, then grabbed an old t-shirt, underwear and yesterday's jeans, before she silently went to the bathroom to change.

She dressed quietly and forced her knotted hair into a messy bun, then stopped to look at herself in the grimy full-length mirror which leant against the wall. Her old ACDC t-shirt was a size too small and clung to her skinny frame, her freckled face was a little grubby and she could do with a bit of make-up to hide the dark patches under her eyes, but she decided it was the best she could do without waking anybody up. Maybe Marius would finally notice her tiny waist in that t-shirt. She snuck downstairs, grabbing her scruffy trainers as she passed through the front door and into the deserted street.

It was a warm and sunny Parisian morning, so 'Ponine enjoyed soaking up the sun as she made her way to the giant elephant statue her brother called home. It had once been some big, grand statue, apparently, but these days it had been left to fall apart on some abandoned industrial land by the river, so Gavroche and a handful of other young boys had moved in.

It was only a fifteen minute walk from the inn, so she soon arrived. As she walked up to the statue, one of the urchins popped his little head out the top. Spotting her, he shouted 'HEY GAV, ÉPONINE'S HERE!' She smiled as Gavroche climbed nimbly down the side and ran over for a hug, a big smile on his face.

'Alright, Ép? What can I do for ya this mornin'?'
'I was just wondering if you fancied a pastry before school? We had a good night at the inn last night' the small boy's eyes lit up at the word 'pastry' and he grinned widely. 'I'll take that as a yes, come on then!' Éponine laughed. Gav turned and waved to the other boy as they left, with only an 'I'll see ya at school Jacques!' as an explanation.

They chatted happily to each other all the way to the bakery and sat against the wall outside as they ate. The streets had started to fill with people as the morning went on and suddenly, Gavroche jumped up, shouting 'COURF! COURFEYRAC!' running over to a tall, well-built man with dark curly hair who was leaving a house further down the street. Éponine followed him, reaching the pair just in time to hear Gavroche say 'My big sister bought me a pastry, look! It's got custard in the middle and-'. The man looked up at her as she approached 'Ah, you must be Gav's sister! But don't I know you? Aren't you Marius's sha…friend from the Musain?'

She decided to ignore the hasty correction. She knew they called her Marius's shadow, none of them were especially quiet when they spoke to each other. 'Yeah, I am. Éponine. Hi' she smiled.
'Courfeyrac' he held out his hand with a smile. She took it and they shook as he said 'I didn't know you two were related?'
'We try and keep it quiet usually, my parents aren't nice people.' she explained.

'Yeah but Courf's my buddy, we can tell him' Gavroche piped up. 'Where are Grantaire and Joly and everyone Courf? And why were ya in that house? You don't live there! Is that where Feuilly lives? I've never been to Feuilly's place. Can we go and see 'im?!' He moved to knock on the door.

'NO!' Éponine smirked at the panic in Courfeyrac's eyes and voice. She knew the walk of shame when she saw it. He cleared his throat and continued 'That's not Feuilly's, it's a…friend of mine's place. I'm meeting the lads at the café later, why don't you come over after school?'

Gavroche beamed at the invitation and nodded that he would, then pointed at a man walking by. 'Look, Courf, there's Enjolras now, let's say hello, HEY ENJOLRAS!'

Éponine turned to see another man look over at them. He was as tall as Courfeyrac, with a mop of golden curls framing his handsome face. He was carrying several large books, and the rolled-up sleeves of his red plaid shirt showed he was leanly muscular. She couldn't help but stare for a second, before she thought of Marius and looked at the ground. No, she didn't think he was gorgeous. She wasn't imagining what delights that shirt could be hiding. No. Marius was gorgeous. Not this guy. Don't be silly 'Ponine.

He walked over and gave a stiff 'Hello'. He looked around at the little gathering, his eyes settling on Éponine with a questioning gaze. She looked up at him, smiling, and waited for him to say something. When he hadn't after half a minute she began to feel uncomfortable and glanced at Courfeyrac who was smirking. 'Er…. Hi. I'm Éponine.' she said, holding out her hand. Her voice seemed to bring him out of his trance and glanced at her hand before giving a crisp reply of 'Enjolras. Courfeyrac, will you be at the café later?' The sudden cool dismissal surprised Éponine, who dropped her hand, slightly offended, but an oblivious Gavroche declared loudly that they all would because he was coming after school, which suddenly reminded Éponine of the time.

'Come on Gav, we'd better get you to school, don't want you to be late! Nice to meet you Courfeyrac ... and you, Monsieur Enjolras. Say goodbye, Gav.'
'Bye!'
She gave a small smile and turned to walk away with her little brother. Kind of a dick move for that Enjolras to not shake her hand. What an odd man.

'Bye! See you both at the café later?' Courfeyrac shouted at their backs as they walked away. Gavroche turned and waved enthusiastically, walking backwards into a lost tourist as he did. The beautiful girl walking beside him laughed and apologised to the confused man, then grinned at the two men and disappeared into the crowd with a small wave.

Smirking, Courfeyrac turned to Enjolras. 'So that was Éponine. You over the shock of having to talk to an actual female yet?' he teased.
Enjolras scowled and replied tersely 'I talk to lots of women. Musichetta is a woman'
'Ordering coffee doesn't count, Enjolras.' Courf laughed, but let the subject drop as they walked away. He couldn't wait to tell Grantaire about Enjolras's staring; R would have a field day.

So that's chapter twoooo

I switched to Courfeyrac's perspective for the last part, I hope it wasn't too confusing.

I know there wasn't a lot of Enjolras but there will be more coming up I promise, just bear with me!

Thanks again for all the feedback, I honestly didn't expect it, so thank you! I really appreciate it, please keep it coming!