Chapter Twenty Two
The next day, a loud knock at the door woke Eponine and Enjolras. They both groaned, and Eponine uncurled herself from Enjolras’s side.
“I’ll get it,” she said.
A few moments later, Eponine flung the door open, her nightdress sloppily pulled on and her hair a tangled mess.
“What?” she hissed as the sunlight hit her eyes.
Standing on the other side of the door was a bright-eyed, cheery Musichetta.
“I’m sorry, ‘Ponine. I didn’t mean to wake you. I figured you two would be up by now,” she apologized.
Eponine raised her eyebrow at the other woman.
“It’s nearly noon, ‘Ponine.”
She gasped and turned back inside to look at the clock. Sure enough, it was almost lunchtime. Musichetta laughed and shut the door behind her, grinning mischievously.
“Don’t start, ‘Chetta!” Eponine warned, her cheeks blushing a bright red.
“I was only going to say that you shouldn’t be ashamed about sleeping late. I’m sure you two were exhausted,” she teased.
Eponine glared at her friend, turning a deeper shade of red. About that time, Enjolras appeared in the living area, his blonde curls disheveled and his mind still groggy from sleep.
“What are you doing here so early, Musichetta?” he asked.
Without a word, Eponine reached over and handed him his pocket watch which was lying on the table. He looked at her curiously before glancing at it, his eyes growing wide and a blush slowly creeping onto his neck. Musichetta could barely contain her laughter.
“Oh. Never mind,” he mumbled.
“Actually, Alexandre was busy, and I was bored, so I figured I’d come over here and see if we could work on some English,” she explained.
“Alright, but can we eat first?” Enjolras asked.
“How about I’ll make some lunch while you two take some time to make yourselves more decent?” she smiled.
This made the deep blush reappear on Enjolras’s neck.
“Thank you, ‘Chetta,” Eponine sighed, kissing her friend on the cheek.
Then, Musichetta went to the kitchen while Eponine headed back towards the bedroom, pulling Enjolras along behind.
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It was a mere two days before they were set to leave France, and everything was ready to go. Enjolras and Eponine’s two trunks sat side by side in their bedroom. Nearly all of their belongings fit between the two. They were only leaving behind furniture, kitchen items, and other miscellaneous things.
They sat at the small dining table with Combeferre, working out some final details. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and Eponine got up to answer it. She paled when she saw she was looking into the faces of four National Guardsmen. She quickly recovered and reverted to her old, deceptive, Thènardier ways.
“How can I help you, officers?” she asked politely.
“Is Adrian Enjolras here?” the one in the front asked.
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Only Been Pretending
FanfictionWhen Eponine and Enjolras first meet, they aren't too fond of each other. In fact, they can barely stand each other. Will all that change when they both lose everything?
