Hi Everyone.

So this is it. It took me a lot of courage to write this and post it. Since I was weary about my OneShot :A Cracked Marble and a Mended Heart, I wasn't too sure if anyone would like this. I hope I sort kept Eponine and Enjorlas in character still sort of... Well PLEASE Read and Review and let me know. I hope to continue this story. :)

Enjoy~

(Also it's Aaron Tveit and Samantha Barks, basically the cast from the film.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Les Mis...Victor Hugo does. I only want ownership of Aaron but...That can't happen. Darn.

A chill air blows through the busy streets. A brunette struggles to follow her golden haired friend while clutching onto her friend's abundance amount of shopping bags. She squeezes between other people passing her, mumbling apologies and excuses. Eventually she tires of following so then she calls out," Cosette! Where are we going?"

Cosette hears her friend's question and turns around finding her friend ten feet behind her. "Oh sorry 'Ponine!" She shrugs her purse closer to her. "We're almost there, there's a cafe nearby." She turns around continuing to walk off not meaning to leave her friend. Éponine laughed in exhaustion and humor seeing how her friend failed to see her carry all of Cosette's shopping bags.

Eponine has known Cosette since their freshman year in college as dorm mates. Cosette majored in Educations and Eponine was an aspiring artist and double majored in Art and Psychology. The two were different in many ways. Their looks were quite opposite; Cosette's golden blonde locks and Éponine's creamy dark brown hair, Cosette's light blue eyes and Éponine's dark and warm brown eyes, and Cosette's almost pale skin and Éponine's natural light tan. Also Cosette preferred shopping (as one could easily tell), flipping through magazines, and parties whereas Eponine enjoyed walks in the park, reading her thick books filled with wonders and ideas, and quiet nights with a warm cup of tea. The two weren't the best of friends but they got along well enough to shop to Eponine's liking.

Today, Cosette had gotten an A on her History exam that she desperately needed and wanted to celebrate by "buying a few things" and wanted Eponine to come since she had helped her study vigorously night after night for two weeks.

The two finally arrived at the cafe, Cafe Musain. Cosette opened the door for Éponine and the smells of caffeine and creams comforted the brunette. Eponine rushed to the closest table, finally being able to drop Cosette's shopping bags. She stretched out her arms and sighed in relief from the pressure of the multiple bags. She looked around and thought the cafe was very cozy and quaint. The dark crème colored walls, the plush black couches against the wall, bright stylish lights hanging from the ceiling, and was the perfect place to be meditative and thoughtful. Eponine could easily see herself come here often without disturbances in the dorms.

"Ep!" A tall young girl with light brown hair appeared in front of the two.

"Musichetta! What are you doing here?" The taller woman handed them small menus.

"I work here," she smiled, "So what can I get you ladies?"

They quickly ordered their drinks and pastries and started talking about their classes. While discussing their History class, Cosette looked towards the door as it opened and then her lips slowly formed into a shy smile. Entering the cafe was an attractive dark wavy-haired man, his cheeks peppered with freckles, and his light blue eyes had drawn him to Cosette who too was looking at him.

"Cosette, are you listening to me?" Éponine called to her. She then noticed the light pink tint coloring her dorm mate's cheeks and the dazed eyes. She slightly turned her head towards the door and saw the handsome man that mesmerized her friend and a sly smile tugged her lips followed by rolling her eyes in amusement. She could see how Cosette could be fascinated by the man; he was dashingly charming, had a comforting smile, and had a nice pair of blue eyes.

The door opened again, allowing another cool breeze into the cafe, and another figured walked through the door and stood behind the man that had captured Cosette's eyes. He was taller than the freckled young man. His stormy blue eyes had looked at his companion and the cafe in general then suddenly locked onto her dark ones. Éponine couldn't help but smile and blush and tried her hardest to look away which was also hard since he stood out wearing a crimson shirt. This man was quite handsome; almost... angelic. She gasped to herself in her mind. Stop Éponine... He was though. He was tall and regal looking, almost domineering, but seemed to have a passionate side to him. Eponine ha to catch herself to stop looking and grab her friend's attention back to reality.

"Cosette!"

Enjolras followed his friend into their usual cafe. It was cold and he needed some hot beverage to warm himself. He opened the door and stopped abruptly by Marius' frozen stand right in front of the door. He gave his friend a queering look and tried to follow his friend's gaze that caused to him to become a statue. He gazed over the cafe and saw two young women sitting at a table, a quite beautiful blonde staring at him, or perhaps Marius, and a brunette trying to get the attention of the blonde. The petite brunette looked over at the two of them and Enjolras couldn't help but stare at the melting and mysterious brown eyes of the girl. She was quite...beautiful; the tousled hair, the blushing cheeks, the mysterious eyes, the sexy figure, and those soft lips...No! Stop it Enjolras. He had more important things than girls and drama. He saw the several shopping bags around the girl herself. Probably a preppy rich girl who always gets her way... That thought convinced Enjolras to think differently and gave him to motive to break the eye contact with the girl and the smile on the girl had wiped off.

"Marius," he curtly called his friend, "let's go. What's the matter with you?" He had some idea what was wrong with him but it was a girl, a ditzy, rich girl along with her heavenly friend...Stop. Enjolras. Stop.

Marius was still dazed at the sight of the angel before him. He didn't even notice his friend calling for him and then started pushing him away from the door. "Oh Enjolras," he sighed in awe, "isn't she a beauty." The angel probably heard him and giggled at him and still had her sky blue eyes remained into his. He sighed once again at bell-like laugh. It felt like his world ended and something new had begun with this angel.

Enjolras soon gave up on his friend's dazing and annoyingly whacked him and told him to go sit down and went to order their drinks. Finally Marius had half-way returned into reality and sat at a table that happened to be the only available about ten feet away from the girls. After ordering, he found Marius surprisingly sitting not so far from the girls.

Enjolras sat in the seat across from Marius, "Marius stop looking like a man in love."

"I pretty much am in love," Marius finally looked at his friend. "But of course you wouldn't understand. You're a statue of marble"

Enjolras rolled his eyes although it was true. He didn't really talk to anyone except his group of friends; he always kept to himself and his books. Girls would always try to throw themselves at him but he had always turned them away, not giving a second glance. The girls in past talked empty conversations that were useless and pointless to him; He had sworn that he could never have a decent conversation with a woman. "They're probably a bunch of rich and empty headed girls Marius. They are nothing more than to waste your time with." Marius ignored him.

Musichetta, the young woman who had a major crush on their friend, Joly, greeted the two and laid their drinks on the table, "Hey guys." Enjolras curtly nodded his head and grabbed his book in his leather messenger bag while Marius greeted her with enthusiasm. "You're feeling okay Marius? You seem a little excited today."

"Huh?" Marius was now glancing at the angel once again, "Yeah I'm fine."

Musichetta gave him a questioning look. Enjolras finally spoke up not looking from his book, "He's enamored by a girl."

"Who?" Marius pointed at the blonde. She looked at her and recognized her as Cosette, Éponine's friend. "Cosette?"

"You know her?" He looked at the barista with wide eyes, "Introduce me to her!"

The golden haired man cautioned her, "You shouldn't have said that," his eyes never leaving the words of his book. He still didn't understand his friend's fascination with the blonde. His studies were far more important than the idea of love or any idea related to that.

"I hardly know her," Musichetta replied, "All I know is that she is Éponine's dorm mate."

"She goes to our school?" Marius eagerly asked. "Why haven't I seen her before?"

"Well I'm pretty sure she's not in politics or law."

Enjolras definitely agreed. The blonde didn't seem like a serious person who could partake in becoming a lawyer like himself.

"Wait who is Éponine?" Marius asked, perhaps hoping he could find more information about his dear Cosette. The green eyes Musichetta replied noting to them it was the brunette sitting with Cosette. Enjolras didn't bother looking; although the name stuck to him. Éponine. Then he went back to his law book, ignoring Marius' eagerness and rambles about the "angel who has burst like the stars," or whatever he had said. Oh how he wished he could have his book swallow him whole.

Once the handsome blond hair man turned away from Éponine, her smile faltered and then disappeared as he turned away rudely, as if rejecting her kindness of a smile. She shook him off and took him as a person with arrogance and full of pride. She drank her latte, still irritated by the man. But she shouldn't be so annoyed by him so easily? She shook her head and drank her coffee and inwardly laughing at her friend's admiration with the man who she "fell in love so fast."

"What's the matter with you Cosette? Have you been too much on your own?" Eponine smiled at her friend.

The blonde looked back at her friend finally, "Oh shush 'Ponine."

Éponine laughed once again. She was about to pull out her book from her purse, wanting to read in peace while her friend was awing, then she heard a comment from the handsome blond man. Empty-headed? That was it. Eponine had enough of that man, looks are so deceiving. He was so going to get it.

She decided to leave Cosette and head back to the dorms. She drank the last of her warm drink and grabbed her belongings and inwardly wishing Cosette luck carrying her own shopping bags. She saw Musichetta talking to the two men and smirked to herself.

"I'll see you later 'Chetta," she said walking beside Musichetta. Her friend said her farewells and telling her that she would see her soon. Éponine smiled in return and then her eyes gazed onto the handsome and arrogant man sitting in front of her reading a book. "Before you have a conversation with someone," the man's stormy blue eyes met hers in curiosity why she was talking to him, "you might not want to judge them and call them, oh I don't know...Empty-headed, because they might think the same of you." She was about to walk off but then turned around, also seeing his eyes widened, to make one more comment, "Oh wait, they wouldn't dare think of you empty headed with that book, making you seem intelligent, no..." She paused, "They would think you a conceited, arrogant, and downright rude man." With that she finally walked off and leaving the just critiqued man surprised and bewildered that any girl—no. That anyone would say that to him. Then his group of friends, who also happened to witness what happened, walked up to the pair and Grantaire plopped in a sit beside him and snickered.

"My friend, you just got owned."

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So what do you think? I know not the best like I know there out there. Well please please review and let me know. I have some good ideas and I actually want to finish a story and I want it to be this story.

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-RomanceDramaAzngrl~