A/N: I'm terribly sorry for the long wait! I struggled with writer's block and college is so hard. I did my best to get my scholarship back but, sadly, I fell short. And I'm really disappointed in myself because I know I could've gotten it back. My GWA is 1.78 and I needed a 1.75 GWA to be a scholar again. See why I'm so disappointed with myself?

Anyhow, the new semester just started and I'm saying sorry in advance because it might take months for me to update again. I'm going to study extra hard this time and go for other scholarships. But I'll try to update next month or on my Christmas break.

I hope you guys enjoy and please review!

Éponine woke up and found the house empty, she made her way to the kitchen to look for something to eat and found a cup of coffee seated on the counter and a note beside it. She took the cup in her hands and frowned – her coffee's no longer hot – but she drank it anyway, why waste good coffee? Éponine washed the cup and dried her hands on her dress. She leaned over the counter to grab the note. Her eyes widened and the first thing she noticed was his impeccable handwriting.

She snorted, "Unfair!" I'm a girl and I write like a drunk. He's a boy and he writes like a damn princess.

Éponine,

You were sound asleep so I didn't wake you. I have morning classes. I'll be back by three. Don't go anywhere.

- E

Éponine scoffed once more. Who does he think he is? He's not her father for him to tell her what and what not to do. And she didn't even follow her father's orders, so why should she follow his? She crumpled the note, annoyed by everything that is Enjolras, and threw it in the trash bin. She went back to the living room and found a paper bag, aside from the one with her dress, beside the door. Éponine grabbed it and braced herself for another dress that dear Cosette had chosen for her. But when she opened it, she found no dress but a pair of pants, a pink tank top, and a set of matching pink cotton underwear inside.

She grimaced. Pink? Really? She'd rather slit her own throat than be seen wearing pink but at least it's not a pink dress, so she went to the bathroom to get herself cleaned. Water had always calmed her nerves and made her think straight.

Éponine frowned as she stared at her reflection in the mirror and pulled her pants up. Had she really lost a lot of weight? Or maybe Cosette just picked out a pair of pants that fit her and thought that she and Éponine share the same size – but, alas, they do not. For Éponine's pants were too loose for her. She had always been skinny while Cosette had always been curvy.

She folded the hem of her pants in an attempt to make it tighter around her tiny waist, but as soon as she started walking down the hall, her pants came loose and went down to her knees. Éponine grunted and decided to stay and hear what Enjolras has to say – and mostly because she can't go out with her pants slipping down to her knees every five seconds.

Boredom is her nemesis.

She was not used to being stuck inside a house; she was always on-the-go. Always running on an errand, always making mischief. And being stuck here, in Enjolras' flat, with nothing to do made her want to scream. He doesn't own a stack of dvds for her to watch and he doesn't have cable connection, so watching was out of the picture. And she had wanted to visit Gavroche in the community home, but she can't do it now – not unless she finds a belt.

And so, Éponine stumbled into Enjolras' room, determined to find a belt and see her brother. She rummaged through his closet and her face fell when she could not find one.

Well, Fuck this! She kicked her pants off and threw them on the bed. She grabbed a book from his desk on her way to bed and flopped down. She scanned the book for pictures, and doodled on them. Her wet hair dripping on the pages of the book, she tore the wet pages out and threw them, and wringed her wet hair with his bed sheets. She grabbed another book, this time she looked at the title – Greek Myths. She smirked and hurriedly flipped the pages in search for the Sun god. She popped open the pen in her hand – before her eyes was a picture of the Greek god Apollo on his sun chariot. Grantaire had always teased Enjolras as the modern Apollo. She's not sure how on earth that started but she's quite positive that it's because of Enjolras' Golden Locks of Sunshine

She doodled and wrote the lyrics of "Here Comes the Sun" by The Beatles on the page and tore random pages off. "I don't know what to fucking do!" Éponine screamed and tried suffocating herself with his pillow, surrendering to boredom.

Enjolras opened his bedroom door and found Éponine sitting at the edge of his bed in her pink tank top and screaming curses into his pillow. He noticed the crumpled papers scattered on the floor and the cover of his copy of the autobiography of Stephen Hawking lying on his bed – torn out from the rest of his book. He strode to her and snatched the pillow away from her hands and face in one swift motion of annoyance.

He ran a hand across his face, "Are you trying to kill yourself?!" He hadn't even started reading the autobiography of Stephen Hawking and now it's ruined.

Éponine stopped mid-scream, "Oh, good. You're here."

Enjolras would never understand how Éponine can switch from oh-god-kill-me-now to I'm-a-fucking-ball-of-sunshine in a split second. But for the record, no one really understands how that brain of hers work. Enjolras shook his head and told her to put her pants on as he dumped his school bag on his desk. Éponine made a face behind his back and did as she was told.

She walked up to Enjolras and tugged his shirt a little; the latter jumped and looked at her, more surprised than annoyed, "What are you doing?"

"Just checking if you have a belt. And seeing that you do have one, can I borrow it?" she smiled up at him.

Enjolras sighed in exasperation, "You could've just asked. Here."

She put it on and crossed her arms, "Thanks. By the way, I read your note and if you're gonna tell me something, tell me now before I leave to see my brother."

Enjolras took a deep breathe, "Yeah, okay. I was thinking you'd be hungry so I bought Chinese take-away on my way home."

"Well, I am hungry. Thanks." He nodded and made his way to the kitchen. Éponine followed, she knows he's stalling and there's this feeling in her gut that tells her that what Enjolras is about to say is important.

Half-way through her noodles, Enjolras said her name, and she looked up "So, what's up?"

Enjolras tugged at his collar, "I was thinking, that since you don't have a place to go to – I mean, you said it yourself that you're homeless now. I decided that you should stay here with me. That is, if that's alright with you. I can just sleep on the couch." He shrugged and finished his coke.

Éponine's eyes went wide, "Are you serious? Why?"

"Yes, I am, Éponine. You're my friend, and that's reason enough." He smiled at her and she shook her head at him.

"No, Enjolras. Believe me, I appreciate your concern, but I'm going to find myself my own flat. I don't want to be a burden."

"Well, if that's what you want. But do tell me, while you're looking for a flat, where are you going to stay? How are you going to pay for the expense? You're homeless and jobless." Enjolras challenged her.

Shit! I haven't thought of that! Éponine hates loosing arguments, especially when the argument's just begun. She sighed, "Okay, asshole, you got me."

Enjolras smirked, and Éponine threw her empty coke can at him.

"But I'm going to find a job and pay you, for the clothes and everything. And help you with the bills until I find myself my own flat, okay?"

"Fine with me." Enjolras thrust out his hand and Éponine shook it.

"Oh, and grocery every Saturday."

"What do you mean?" Enjolras looked at her puzzled.

"We're going grocery shopping every Saturday. We can't just live on apples and Chinese take-away."

And to her surprise, Enjolras laughed and gave her a pat on the shoulder, "Okay, Éponine."