Hello there! This chapter is written on Enjolras' POV... Ya know guys? I really don't write on first-person Point-of-views but, I think that thing kinda explores the character with his feelings on a greater depth. Annnd I'm just 14, forgive my very lacking fic...

Disclaimer: I am clearly not one of those geniuses.

I went early at Cafe Musain this morning; hoping for another idea to be raised among us. But yet again, nothing was ever raised so properly and the revolution is a mere scribble on our theories, I know that every successful move that has to be made is yet another day nearer to the revolution. We needed men, we needed arms, and we needed much support from people; I know that we could never match the force that the opposing side will unleash but this is the chance to make our country everything we wanted it to be; and I'm not just going to let that opportunity slide.

As I was fixing clean sheets of paper that smelled somewhat like coffee beans, probably stocked with the same room as where the beans are; I saw the boys entering Cafe Musain one by one. But it seemed like there is an addition this time, it looked like a boy in a huge overcoat and a brown cap that seemed too huge for his figure; one that was following Pontmercy. Then I begin to remember that this is the same person who always trails behind Marius, one that can be actually called his tail. I rushed to the stairs and took the center part of the Cafe to greet everyone. The idle chatter could be heard around the cafe in the same old routine; Pontmercy talking to Prouvaire about how in-love he is with a girl that he saw in the square. If you'll ask me, he is too foolish. Combferre debating medicine with Joly's unusual vivid theories, if you'll ask me what my opinion is about them, I'd gladly say that it's better to debate on which plan is better for the revolution. Grantaire seizing yet another massive bottle of brandy, that's what he is and will always, be. But most of all, we would always see this little boy in a massive coat in a lone end table silently watching Pontmercy, I for one do not know why. I greeted them all a good morning and started to talk,

"I know that that dawn of the day we await is still very much far from our grasp, but we need to draw the plans that should have been drawn sooner." I said, but as soon as I stopped, I heard Marius chattering about some "lady" again. I rolled my eyes and looked at him. "Marius! Our focus should only be on the Patria! There is no time for that silly love-sick game of yours." But then Marius made no reply, I sighed in annoyance and gave everyone time to discuss with each other new plans for the advancements of the revolution. I started to feel a slight headache, and so; I dismissed the session.

"Perhaps you could all go home and reflect that this revolution is a serious matter. Not some games you used to play as rich young boys."

Φ - - - Nine hours later - - - Φ

Nine hours later, as I was walking alongside the misty rivers of Paris, just across the slums of Paris where I could actually "buy" company. The Les Amis always thought that I indulge myself in pleasures of the flesh through books, but books aren't just enough, they always thought him to be naïve and innocent about that stuff. If only they knew… But unfortunately, this day is not my lonely day; it is the day when I go for a walk to get a breeze of fresh air; only to get a sight of the people we are fighting for. But aside from all the strangers in the streets, I saw one familiar face. The one who wears a threadbare cap; I paced closer to her, close enough for her not to suspect me. And recognized this was the "boy" who is actually not a boy who follows Marius around the ABC Café. As I was about to approach this girl, maybe chat a little bit with her; a strange man came to her before I did. A man whom I could call a dandy.

Alright cliffhanger... I still don't know what to post next... I don't want Enjolras or Eponine to be OOC