The rain poured onto the streets of Paris, as Enjolras walked towards her house. He was soaked to the bone but he didn't notice, because he was going to meet Evangeline.

He entered through the back gate, and knocked on the door to the kitchens. Swiftly, the door was opened by the grim maid Paulette, a permanent scowl on her face. It softened when she saw him though, and she let out a sigh.

"Monsieur Abaissé," she turned and looked behind her. "Mademoiselle Evangeline!" She cried, and Enjolras's heart leapt up in his throat.

"Yes Pauline?" Her sweet voice lilted through the empty kitchen. Enjolras peered inside, hoping to get out of the rain and a glimpse of her. "Who is it?"

"It's me!" Enjolras stepped inside, getting mud on the freshly cleaned, hardwood pine floor. And there she was, sweet, beautiful Evangeline, sitting alone at the table, a piece of needlework in her hand. She was dressed in a pale blue that went well with her eyes and her dark hair was pulled back into a loose braid. Her face lit up when she saw him, and Evangeline threw down her needlework and ran to Enjolras.

"Enjolras!" She cried and he lifted her up into the air, spinning her around in a circle before setting her back down again and kissing her forehead. "Oh, I've missed you!"

"I've missed you more!" He teased and she suddenly drew back in mock surprise.

"Monsieur Enjolras! Why you're soaking wet!" She giggled, her face relaxing. "Let me take your coat, please sit by the fire and get warm." Enjolras obeyed, taking off his coat and placing it for her over a chair by the fire.

"So, Enjolras, what brings you here?" Evangeline took a seat, and Enjolras sat beside her, taking her hands.

"I've already told you-I miss you." He snuck a glance at Paulette, who was pretending to do the dishes. He lowered his voice. "And I want to go out. With you."

"But, Enjolras, it's raining..." Evangeline looked out the window.

"I know!" He grinned. "That's what will make it fun! Besides I have something to show you." Evangeline smiled and fetched her raincoat and hat.

"Paulette, I will be going out for a little while with Monsieur Abiassé." She called and picking up her umbrella, walked out the door.

"Mademoiselle, wait!" Paulette cried, looking up, but Evangeline pretended not to hear.

Enjolras offered his arm, and Evangeline took it as they walked the streets together, talking of everything from Paulette's particular uptightness to Marius Pontmercy, Enjolras's friend in school. Enjolras stopped before a street cart and turned down an alleyway, holding tight to Evangeline's hand.

"Where are we going?" Evangeline cried as Enjolras opened a door and climbed up a stone staircase. She followed obediently and suddenly, Evangeline found herself on the top of a building, a tarp covering the entrance so that both were dry. Below was a sprawling view of Paris, and the Notre Dame rising above the houses. Evangeline's breath caught in her throat, the view was so stunning. "It's beautiful." She breathed and Enjolras smiled adoringly at her.

"No, it is you who makes it beautiful." Enjolras pulled her close to him and she blushed. "Nothing can compare, not even Venus or Aphrodite herself. You..." His voice faltered, overcome with emotion. "You are perfect. I would lay down my life in an instant for you. Evangeline-"

"Shh..." She said softly, and kissed him lightly on the lips. He returned the kiss, holding her tighter in his arms as Paris pulsed beneath them.

Evangeline returned home late at night, her hair unruly and messy, and her clothes wrinkled and soaking wet. The lower half of her dress was covered with mud, but the smile on her face could not be erased. She flounced into the kitchens, and her Father, Mother and Paulette were standing there, looking furious. Evangeline's smile fell.

"Evangeline!" Her father roared and she flinched. "I come down here and Paulette informs me you have run off with some...some schoolboy! And you come back late at night, looking like a prostitute! I will not have my daughter running around the streets of Paris like a whore!"

"Father, I can explain!" Evangeline cried, and all of a sudden a stunning pain crashed into her cheek, briefly blinding her. Stars rocketed across her vision and then the pain came. She found she was on the floor, her father looming over her. "Father..." She whispered, tears springing up and running down her face. She wanted more than anything for her beloved to be by her side again, to hold her in his arms, but Enjolras was far away from her house on 357 Rue de Lyons.

"You are never to see this boy again." Monsieur Barras grabbed her arm and pulled the girl to her feet. "Do you understand me? And you are forbiddden to leave this house. You will never love him."

He pushed her away but Evangeline continued to stay. "You can't do this!" She cried, and Paulette grabbed her arms and pulled her back. "I love him Father! And he loves me!"

"Miss Evangeline!" Paulette cried but the girl had broken free and fled to her chambers, collapsing on her bed in sobs so horrible, they kept Madame Barras weary for the rest of the night.

The next day when Enjolras came to visit, he was met in person by Monsieur Barras at the kitchen gate. "Monsieur," Enjolras bowed respectfully to him, but the old man stopped him.

"You are the boy my daughter is seeing, are you not?" His tone was like ice. Meanwhile, Evangeline watched unnoticed in the window, silent tears running down her face.

"Yes, Monsieur, I am." Enjolras took off his hat and tucked it under his arm. "My name is Enjolras Abaissé, and I am a student at-"

"Enjolras, you are never to see my daughter ever again." Barras interrupted. "You are a dishonorable young man, dragging my daughter through the streets of Paris late at night, and doing God knows what. You will leave today, boy, and never come back again, or you will be thrown in jail, do you hear me?"

"Enjolras!" Evangeline finally cried out, and both men turned. "Enjolras, I love you!"

"My sweet lady! My doll, my love!" Enjolras called as Monsieur Barras grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him back. "I will come back for you! I swear it!"

He was pushed out of the gates, which were quickly slammed shut. Enjolras pressed his face against the wrought iron. "Evangeline! I will love you forever!"

"Enjolras!" Evangeline wept. "Enjolras! Please Father! Please, don't you see? I love him!"

"Shut your window, foolish girl." Monsieur Barras spat. "Love is only an emotion for the naïve"

That's the end of Chapter One! Please review!