Another fairly short, slightly filler-ish one, sorry! More stuff happens next chapter, I promise.

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Disclaimer: If I owned Les Mis, movie Montparnasse would have been 1. a bigger part 2. hot.

Enjolras got ready for the wedding rehearsal in a state of internal panic. WHY DID YOU DO THAT?! WHAT POSSESSED YOU? YOU NEVER DO STUFF LIKE THAT WITH ME! WE DON'T… TOUCH! YOU HAVEN'T SPOKEN TO ME IN DAYS AND THIS IS HOW YOU THINK YOU MAKE IT LESS AWKWARD?! Half of him wanted to go out and apologise, or ask what was going on, but his overwhelming instinct was to pretend nothing had happened, so that was what he did.

The church was across the city, in the 18th arrondissement, where Sylvie had grown up. It took twenty minutes to drive there and they may well have been the most awkward 20 minutes of Enjolras' life: he spent the whole journey with his stomach churning, trying to gauge her reaction to what had happened. What did it all mean? It wasn't a romantic gesture, was it? No, surely not. A kiss on the cheek was like a kiss on the forehead. Didn't mean anything. He kicked himself for even thinking about the kiss on the forehead: that was a whole other can of worms and frankly, he was freaking out enough.

The awkward silence was punctured by occasional banal comments about the traffic, or the weather, which were intended to ease the situation but actually drew attention to the discomfort of the situation. Reaching L'Église Saint-Jean-de-Montmartre was an almost physical relief, as she jumped out the car and virtually ran into the church while he hung back, his stomach finally settling. That's the worst part over. You don't have to be alone with her for a while now. You'll barely be interacting with her at all. It's going to be fine.

'Well THAT was awful' Éponine thought to herself as she darted out of the car and into the church. Pushing the whole thing to the back of her mind, she waited for instructions from Grace as to what to do.

They were stood at the back of the church, while Sylvie's sister was organising the order of the entrance to the church, in her usual charming way. 'You two first' she barked, gesturing to Joly and Musichetta. 'Then Cosette and… where the hell is Gérard?!' Grace looked around for a second, before spotting Combeferre who was talking to Grantaire and hadn't heard her calling. Éponine found it very strange to hear the man called by his first name, as it wasn't something the group really did. Unfortunately, she was still thinking about this when Grace's attention turned to her, so she got a stern, disapproving look and fingers snapping in front of her face. 'Wake up Éponine! Next are you and… I don't know your first name' she snapped, looking at Enjolras with a raised eyebrow.
'I'm just Enjolras.'
'Fine. Whatever. And then I'm in last before Sylvie comes in with Papa. RIGHT, EVERYBODY, RUN THROUGH!'

Éponine turned to face Enjolras who was standing awkwardly next to her. He looked so uncomfortable; she had to hold back a grin. This is worse than the boob incident! In an attempt to break the tension – and also because she didn't know what to do – she asked 'Do we just walk up side by side?'
Clearly shocked that she had spoken to him, Enjolras visibly jumped, before replying 'oh, erm… you take my arm.'
'Right. Sorry, I've never done this before.'
He didn't reply, so she kept talking. 'Bridesmaiding, I mean. Well, I've never been to a wedding generally, actually.'
He seemed surprised by this, asking 'never?!' with apparently genuine curiosity.
'Never.'
'Wow. Well, I've never enjoyed weddings but Courfeyrac informs me that he's enjoyed them a lot in the past. So hopefully you'll have a good time.'
'I hope so.' She replied. 'Shit, I hope I don't mess it up…'
'You won't. I think Sylvie's sister runs a pretty tight ship.'
Éponine laughed. 'Understatement of the century. God help me if I go wrong, you'll have to keep me right.'
They walked up the aisle side by side, while music played – not, to Éponine's surprise and disappointment, the 'Here Comes the Bride' music which she had been expecting – until they reached Feuilly and Bahorel, who was best man, at the front of the church. They then separated, with Éponine going to stand beside the other girls, and Enjolras joining the men opposite. She shot him a panicked look – how could he keep her right from all the way over there?! – which he responded to with a smirk and a mouthed 'you'll be fine.'

The run-through of the ceremony continued, as Éponine grew more and more confused. There were going to be songs and hymns and readings? Wasn't it just swapping vows and rings then 'I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride', hooray, we're married, pass the champagne? Apparently not. She grew more and more panicked as the priest continued talking to Sylvie, Feuilly, Bahorel and Grace about the order of things. How was she supposed to remember all this?!

He tried not to watch her during the rehearsal, but her face was so funny that it was difficult not to. It was that look of sheer terror in her eyes; Éponine was almost never out of her depth, or scared, and therefore to see such fear on her face was extraordinary - and over something as silly as a wedding! Enjolras barely noticed the time passing during the rehearsal; he was so entertained by Éponine's discomfort.

She came and found him for the drive home after they were done, gabbling at top speed about hymns and orders and making a fool of herself and -
'Éponine, calm down, it's going to be fine!' he laughed.
'BUT I'M COMPLETELY LOST AND IT'S THE DAY BEFORE, WHY ARE WEDDINGS SO COMPLICATED?!'
'They aren't! Honestly, I'll talk you through it when we get back, it's not that bad.'
She still looked worried, but seemed to have calmed down a bit when she asked 'Really?'
'Really really.'
'Thanks, Enjolras.'
'No problem. Where's Combeferre?'

They sat on the sofa together as he explained the order of the service and what would happen afterward step by step. It turned out that he was right and it wasn't that complicated after all, so she felt much better; particularly about the reception, which just sounded like a well-dressed party to her. The two of them talked about every detail, and slowly she got more confident with the whole thing, and felt almost relaxed about the day ahead. Except for one thing.
'I can't believe I'm wearing a dress for a whole day.'
'I've never done it, but I'm sure it's not that bad. I'll be in a suit!'
'Yeah, but you were probably born in a suit, posh boy.'
'You've never seen me in a suit!'
'Because I'm not usually here when you get back from lawyer practise!'
He chuckled. 'Lawyer practise?'
Éponine laughed 'I don't know what you call it, you're practising to be a lawyer!'
'I suppose so.'
'Anyway I NEVER wear posh dresses. EVER.'
'Come on, it'll be ok'
'Actually, you know what, I don't even mind wearing a dress but tomorrow's… AHH! You're going to laugh. Courf and R are going to have a field day.'
Hilarious images of giant bows and frilly bonnets popped into his head. 'Why, what's wrong with it?'
'You'll see' she warned, darkly.
'I suppose I will.'

The two of them stayed quiet for a second, content with the silence. Combeferre stuck his head out of his door and called 'Hey, guys?'
'Yeah?' Éponine laid her head on back of the sofa to look at their room-mate upside down.
'You know it's past midnight?' Really? We've been talking for hours… where did the time go?
Suddenly, Éponine shrieked. ''Chetta's picking me up at half 9! I need sleep! So do you! Thanks, 'Ferre!' she continued, her voice high and frantic as she jumped off the sofa.
'No bother.' He called as he went back into his room.

Éponine turned to face Enjolras. 'Thanks for all the help, Enj, I really appreciate it.'
'Don't mention it.'
They stayed there for a second, smiling at each other, before she rubbed her eyes and said 'AHH I need to go to bed! See you tomorrow!'
He stood up. 'Me too… Goodnight, Éponine.'
''Night Enjolras' she called back as she closed her bedroom door.

It was only later on, as they lay in bed trying to get to sleep, that they both realised she'd called him Enj and he hadn't said a word.

Again, sorry it's a bit filler-y. Better next time, promise!