sorry i haven't updated in a while, scary RE GCSE exam and all.

anyway, enjoy, R & R. :)

Enjolras was leaning on one of the walls in the square, looking across the busy and poverty stricken square to an alleyway. Marius had told him that down that alleyway was the place the Thenardier's were staying, and with them, Eponine. He told her to meet him in the square last night, before she ran off to work, and Enjolras was a man of his word. What Eponine was force to do for a living didn't change his thoughts or feelings about her; at the end of the day, Eponine was his, and he was hers. No amount of money or strange men would change that. He yawned whilst he smiled in thought of the girl he had come to love; the girl that distracted him from Patria, the motherland. He had stayed awake all night, just in case Eponine could come around. He needed to talk to her, let her know that whatever her father makes her do; she will always mean something to him. But she didn't come. Enjolras wasn't going to hold a grudge on something as silly as that; he was a student, a student planning a revolution; there are more important things to fret over.

It was about 10 o'clock when Enjolras saw a small, familiar figure run out of the alleyway, with a cap pulled down over his chestnut brown hair. Gavroche had run into the square, and was making his way near to where Enjolras was standing and started talking to two boys younger than him. Who the boys where, Enjolras didn't know; regardless, Enjolras made his way towards Gavroche, a hand clutching onto his money purse, just in case.

"Gavroche?" Enjolras greeted Gavroche.

"Monsieur Enjolras! Hello!" Gavroche didn't hug him as he did for some of the other students, but instead he formally took his hand and shook it, with a business kind of manner to it. "What brings you to the square?"

"'Ponine. She told me to meet her here last night." Enjolras thought about last night, how it hurt him to know someone else would be having her, and not him. "I hoped to see her last night after work, but-"

"Oh! She had a double night. Two costumers." Gavroche said. Gavroche noticed the hurt look on Enjolras' face, and explained, "Monsieur, I am only nine, but I know a lot of things. Eponine loves you; she wouldn't have taken two costumers on her own will. Times are hard, and we all must stay alive somehow." Gavroche's warm smile made the corners of Enjolras' mouth creep up. The boy's right, thought Enjolras, She wouldn't. Not to me. Not to me... "Speak of the devil, Monsieur Enjolras!" Enjolras followed the boy's pointing finger behind him, and saw Thenardier swagger out of the alleyway, and towards some shifty looking figures. Behind him walked a plump woman, with a sour look on her face, and behind her, Eponine strode out, looking bored, fierce and not to be messed with.

Eponine. Enjolras felt his breath catching in his throat. He had seen has broken, bruised and sad. He had seen her smiling, beautiful and happy. But he had never seen her look so harsh. Despite her facial expression, Enjolras saw her stunning eyes more around the square, looking for him. Before she could spot him, a man had walked up to her, from Thenardier's group, and started talking to her. Only, he wasn't only talking, he was touching. The man's hand went to Eponine's waist, as he whispered, and sometimes kissed, her ear. To all of this, Eponine was smiling and talking seductively, flirting with another man...

Enjolras had never felt jealous before, but he knew he was feeling it now. He pushed his way through the crowd, feeling betrayed and mad. If Eponine truly loved him, why was she doing such a thing? She couldn't have feelings for someone else; she said she only loved him...

The square's busy today, Eponine thought striding out of the alleyway. Her eyes flittered around the square for Enjolras; why couldn't she find him? Had he decided he didn't want a whore as his partner? The thought of such a thing didn't break her facade, but it broke her heart.

She had made her way to the Patron-Minette, when Montparnasse appeared from the group and made his way towards her, with his kind of smile that made Eponine feel sick; it was the smile he gave her when he needed satisfying.

"Eponine, hello." His voice made Eponine shiver, but her acting showed smiling girl who would let anyone have her. "Montparnasse." She replied.

Montparnasse carried on talking filth to her, but she stopped listening, because he had put his disgusting hand on her waist, and had started to kiss near her ear. Keep it together 'Ponine, she told herself, fighting the urge to slap him around the face. Instead she kept up the act, until he pulled back after making his offer of meeting up that night for "some fun..." Eponine looked at Montparnasse and said sweetly, "Touch me like that again, Montparnasse, and I'll kick ya where the sun don't shine."

Whilst Montparnasse tried to give his physical reply to her remark, Eponine saw Enjolras pushing through the crowd to get to her. Her mood brightened for a moment, but sank when she saw his expression. He was angry like a madman. She knew he had seen what Montparnasse was doing to her, and she became scared. If Enjolras tried to hurt Montparnasse, then the Patron-Minette would be on him in seconds, and would give him hell. Fear took over Eponine, as tried to move towards Enjolras too stop him, when Montparnasse grip tightened on her arm, and she could move. "Where'd you think you're going, Thenardier?"

Enjolras had reached them, and he pulled Montparnasse off of Eponine, so he fell onto a nearby stall. "Get. Off. Of her." Enjolras growled at him. Eponine found herself more scared of Enjolras himself, than him getting hurt; she had never heard of him to be like this. He ignored the Patron-Minette, as they moved towards him, he just looked at Eponine, and she noticed the hurt in his eyes. "Why?" he whispered. Before Eponine could explain, Enjolras had grabbed her by the wrist again, was tried to lead her into the alleyway, whilst Eponine stumbled along, shouting at her father to stay back and to leave them alone.

He stopped outside her flat and let go of her wrist, running one hand through his hair, whilst she cowered into a wall. "I'm sorry about that Eponine," Enjolras didn't turn around to look at her, "But I can't believe I saw that."

"I'm sorry you had to see that, Enjolras," Eponine replied, moving towards him, reaching to touch his shoulder, "He's... no one. No one you need to care about. Just someone from my father's gang-"

"Is he a costumer?" Enjolras whipped around and stared at her, his eyes full of hurt and envy.

"N-no. He's a lowlife, my father's friend. I hate his guts-"

"You didn't appear to hate his guts." Enjolras had grabbed her wrist again, tight. "You appeared to like him, quiet a lot." Eponine couldn't believe what she was hearing. Enjolras thought she was cheating on him outside of work. Anger filled Eponine to the brim of her tiny body.

She yanked herself out of his grip, and whispered, "Do you really think of me as a whore?"

Enjolras seemed taken aback with that question, then replied, "That's how you seem to be putting yourself out as." That was when Eponine's hand met Enjolras' face, and she walked towards the flat door, disgusted. She was heartbroken and angry at the same time; she honestly believed that Enjolras didn't think of her a simple whore, but again, she was let down.

Without looking back at his surprised and confused face, she spat at him, "Do you think I chose this life? Do you think I want to be in the arms with a stranger every night? Do you think that I want Montparnasse touching me and getting his own way with me whenever he wants, out of work? Do you think that I'm a heartless bitch, who only thinks about men? Do you think that I don't love you, that I'm pulling you along for the ride?" She screamed the next words at him, "Do you think that I don't hate myself to the core, because of what I'm forced to do?", before breaking down on the ground, crying at her own life.

Both were silent for a while. Enjolras slowly walked towards his crying love, took her face in his hands, brushed off a tear and kissed her. He put all the love he had for her into that kiss, and she returned it. Eponine wrapped her hands around his neck, grabbing his hair in one tiny fist, out of passion, and he pulled her onto his lap, effortlessly, and grabbed her thigh, rubbing her back, stroking her face. They didn't stop until almost ten minutes later, when Eponine let out a small moan, making Enjolras chuckle and the kissing come to a stop. Both were breathing heavily, and it took Enjolras several attempts to get his breath back, to say, "I'm sorry." Eponine nodded, adding "Let's not argue. I only pretend. You've made my life worth sticking around."

"Me? Really? What about Marius?"

"Nah. He made me hold on, but I gladly would of gone, if it meant he would miss and want me."

This disturbed Enjolras. Could Marius really be that cold and blind? Enjolras tilted Eponine's head to meet his eyes, and whispered, "I'm so glad I found you." He started to kiss her again, when Montparnasse appeared from the alleyway.

"Well, well, well, isn't his touching?" he sneered at them. Enjolras felt Eponine exhale and slump on his lap, annoyed. "So, you two love each other, and there's some Marius bloke, as well? Wow(!) Someone, quick, write an opera(!)"

Eponine leaped of Enjolras' lap, faced Montparnasse and yelled, "Fuck off, Montparnasse!"

"I would, if your father didn't want you. Come on." Montparnasse went to grab her hand, but she snatched it away.

"Tell Thenardier that I'm coming." Her was voice full of poison. When Montparnasse had left, smirking, Eponine turned to Enjolras, hurried over and kissed him passionately. "I'll come tonight. Wait for me, Enjolras. I won't be at the meeting; I'll leave you to your revolution plans." She kissed him again, quickly. "See you tonight, rebel." With that, she disappeared, just like she did last night.

Walking back home that afternoon, Mme. Thenardier took Eponine's hand, in front of everyone, and asked, "Was that him?"

"Hmm?" Eponine hadn't been listening; she was too busy thinking about tonight.

"The man, who pushed Montparnasse. Was he the one who loves you?" Everyone was listening, but neither Thenardier women minded.

"Yes. Yes, it is."

"And you love him back, yes?"

"Of course! You raised me that way, Mama. Oh Mama, isn't he wonderful! I hope to see him tonight, after work."

"Do you think he'll have you?" This question embarrassed everyone, accept Eponine and her mother.

"I hope he will. I want him to know that I'll always be faithful to him." Eponine then whispered in Mme. Thenardier's ear, "And if he's as good a lover as he is a kisser, I'm in for a treat." Eponine giggled like a little girl.

Mme. Thenardier looked around at everyone, focus on her husband, then asked aloud, "Where can I get one of him?"