Éponine first met Courfeyrac at a house party back in their university days. The memory of that fateful evening was hazy from weed and alcohol intoxicating them. It might have had something to do with playing strip pool –Éponine lost her shirt early in the game and Courfeyrac's attention to the game quickly went out the window- and waking up in each other's arms fully-clothed the next morning. They had no idea how they didn't sleep with each other at the end of the night, seeing how awfully horny they got when they were drunk, but they were grateful. They ended up having a Doctor Who marathon whilst nursing their hangover and were inseparable ever since.

It had been a long time since university. Courfeyrac hung up his 'hunting' boots and settled down with Jehan. Éponine was in a committed (albeit non-conventional) relationship with, surprisingly, Enjolras. They were no longer acting stupid on most days of the week. She was now an assistant curator at the Luxembourg, while he became an attorney at a respectable law firm in the city alongside Enjolras. Long story short, they grew up.

But, every once in a while, they grew down –so far down, past their wild university days to the ones where everything was all rainbows and unicorns.

"Hey, Ép, should we get him one of those?" Courfeyrac pointed at a box of inflatable bouncy castle.

She thought for a moment, "I don't know. I think that's more of your thing than Roche's, isn't it?"

"True…" he drawled and added, "I should have this for my birthday next month!"

"Ooh, and face painting, too!" Éponine beamed in excitement.

"Do you think the guys would be into those?"

"I think they'd play it cool and say you're absolutely ridiculous if you say it now, but I'm willing to bet they're going to have fun with it in the end," she guessed, "And Bahorel knows how to install this thing. He used to do that back in high school,"

"Really? He told you that?"

"Yeah, he said something about having scored a chick in there."

"I am not going to let this be a place for adultery. The bouncy castle should be a sacred ground, goddamn it!" he grunted, appalled and defensive.

Éponine only giggled as she saw a revelation dawning in his eyes.

"Although, now that you've mentioned it, fucking in the castle kind of sounds… kinky…" Courfeyrac thought out loud.

A middle-aged woman within three feet radius turned to glance at them in horror.

"Not with kids, of course! Jesus Christ, I'm not a pedophile. I have a boyfriend –he's of legal age as well, obviously," Courfeyrac blurted out in panic.

The poor woman walked away with the most Tumblr meme-worthy disdainful look they had ever received (which was saying something).

"I know, right?" Éponine gushed as soon as she was out of sight, "I'm not sure neither Enjolras nor Jehan would be overly fond of that, though…"

He sighed. "I sometimes wish we were together in that sense. I mean, we've got a lot in common, right, Ép?"

"Do we?"

"Of course we do! We're both massive Whovians, have the similar sick sense of humor, you love Toys R Us; so do I…"

"You prefer dudes and so do I…" she added.

"And then I remember why we wouldn't work!" he mused. "Come on, let's go have a scooter race!"

To this day, they still could not decide if a scooter race was one to regret or not.

Combeferre drew the hospital blue curtain open.

"Hey, Combeferre the Pedo Bear!" Courfeyrac, who was perched on the hospital bed with a cast covering his left hand, whooped a little too loud for the whole ER population to turn heads.

"Do you mind? I'm at work here!" he hissed. "What the hell happened?"

"I got a boxer's fracture. You know, being a badass and everything… No biggie,"

Éponine rolled her eyes. "We had a scooter race and he crashed into a Lego shelf."

"Ooh, did anyone catch it on camera?" was the first thing that Combeferre asked.

Courfeyrac deadpanned. "I fractured my fucking metacarpal and the first thing you asked was 'did anyone catch it on camera?' You are a disgrace as a doctor!"

"And you are a disgrace as an adult human being, my friend," the resident pediatrician patted his disheveled head comfortingly.

"That's hardly a secret…" he grumbled.

"There are no secrets better kept than the secret everybody guesses," Combeferre quoted.

"George Bernard Shaw,"

He raised an eyebrow. "I'm impressed."

"I live with Jehan, 'Ferre," the lawyer reminded.

"I should get you home now, buddy," Éponine helped him off of the bed, "He might be a little high,"

"Did he even get anesthesia?" Combeferre knit his eyebrows.

"No, he just ate a fuck load of Skittles earlier."

He nodded as if it was the most common thing in the world and saw the two overgrown children on their way.

"I'll take the next cab. You go home to your Apollo," Courfeyrac said when she finally succeeded hailing a cab.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. You look like you could pick up wherever the hell you two left off this morning,"

Éponine frowned at him curiously.

"I'm not blind, Ép," he winked.

"Sappy git," she kissed his cheek before sliding into the cab.

Courfeyrac could be a real troublemaker and cause chaos only to watch it unravel before his eyes. But, sometimes, he would make it up with little things he didn't even realize was godsend. He would keep things light around, regardless of how unorthodox his method was. He was their center, after all.

Éponine found her Apollo on the couch in dire concentration as he caught up with this week's Hannibal. She and Grantaire managed to get him hooked after convincing him that it 'was not the typical procedural cop show'. Enjolras was pretty skeptic about it, but was proven wrong within five minutes into the pilot. Of course, he wouldn't admit that out loud to anyone…

She threw herself onto him, limbs and lips tangling with each other. It didn't take him more than two seconds to respond, taken aback as he might have been. His hand secured her position at the waist, whilst she locked her fingers in his mussed blonde hair.

When the oxygen in their lungs were running out, they pulled away and immediately noted the faint red flush in each other's face.

"Hey,"

"Hey," he murmured back somewhat gingerly, before every part of them were touching once again.

They didn't even make it to the bedroom.

A/N: I'm so sorry that this one is so short, compared to the six previous ones. I was trying to focus on more Courfeyrac and Eponine's friendship and this is how it turned out. Not exactly satisfied with it, but then again, when am I ever satisfied with my own writing?

On the brighter note, I graduated high school and got into the university I wanted! No more prep classes, more time to write *does the happy dance* lol

Please do review if you can. I'd like to know what you readers think about the story because it helps me so much in writing this. Thank you for reading!