Ugh I'm horrible at updating, I'm gonna just stop apologizing.

When Eponine awoke in the morning, she didn't feel quite as alone as she had previously felt. She had already gained Musichetta's trust and, according to Musichetta this wasn't a 'typical mental house' and the people weren't 'typical mental people'. Musichetta even had a boyfriend, called Joly.

Eponine got up from her bed and went over to Musichetta's bed, poking her on the forehead repeatedly to wake her up. "What?" Musichetta asked groggily, sitting up and rubbing her eyes, clearly momentarily forgetting that she now had a roommate. Eponine opened her mouth to explain herself, but before she could speak the red-head smirked. "Need help getting used to it round here, eh? Don't worry, 'Chetta, she knows her way around." She then got up from her bed and walked over to her small wardrobe that had Eponine's right beside it as every room had three wardrobes and three beds in it.

Eponine giggled and followed her over to the wardrobes. "How do you get clothes around here if we don't wear loony costumes?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "They took away from suitcase for some reason."

"There are two clothes shops here. One for woman, one for men," Musichetta replied, opening the doors of her wardrobe to reveal various different outfits. "They took away your suitcase because they want you to have to earn money for clothes. They claim it's because it's unfair because some people can't bring clothes, but trust me, that's not it."

"How do we get money?" Eponine questioned.

Musichetta gave her an odd look. "You truly are innocent, aren't you?" Eponine didn't reply, she didn't know what she was supposed to say. "Y=If you are good to the men, they are good to you," she whispered. "Ask yourself; how do people who can't get proper jobs get money? You can't be so innocent that you don't know the answer to that."

Eponine paled, remembering Tholomyes' words. "You don't mean… Chetta no, I can't…" she stuttered. After an uncomfortable pause, a question entered her mind. "How do men get money?"

"Oh, they do favours too. But a… different kind as it is men who run this hellhole," the red-head replied. "But now, onto a different subject. Today you can borrow some of my clothes, you can borrow my stuff for a while, but eventually… you know what you'll have to do. You can't live off of my clothes."

"But if every girl here is willing to do… that, then what if no man will… want me? There will be far prettier girls here than me" the brunette said, trying to think of every possible excuse that she could possibly think of.

"Hate to burst your bubble," Musichetta smirked, "but you'll be quite a prize for them." She then winked teasingly and giggled at the Brunette who was gradually getting paler and paler.

"Let's get dressed. I want breakfast," Eponine snapped, wanting to avoid the subject for as long as possible.

"You can't run from this forever," Musichetta told her, throwing an outfit onto Eponine's bed.

Eponine ignored the comment, but inside she knew that Musichetta was right. She walked over to her bed and looked at the clothes that Musichetta had given her. Eponine frowned when she saw it. It was a black dress that was so short that it looked like it didn't even go down to halfway between the start of her leg and her knee. It had long sleeves that went down to her wrists and a polo neck. There were black high heels and underwear.

"I haven't worn the underwear before," Musichetta told her, "you can get clothes washed for free, I'll show you where. You can keep all that stuff I guess, but that still leaves you with only two outfits."

"Don't you think the dress is very… short?" Eponine asked somewhat nervously.

"Everything here is. It's short dresses or short skirts, I'm guessing for someone like you it wouldn't matter which," Musichetta mused.

"You mean… no jeans?" Eponine asked, inside already knowing the answer.

Musichetta simply nodded. "Now get dressed, I gotta go to the bathroom," she commanded, leaving the room.

Eponine hesitantly got dressed and got out her hairbrush, one of the only things that she was allowed to keep. That and a toothbrush. She brushed her hair quickly, wanting to get it over and done with as fast as possible. She wasn't too bothered with styling her hair, so she simply pinned the front parts back to keep it out from her eyes.

Only a few minutes later, Musichetta came back in, smirking, bur before she could say anything Eponine quickly said that she needed the bathroom and left the room.

Truthfully, Eponine didn't need the bathroom and just wanted away from Musichetta for a little while… she always wanted to explore a little bit, but she wouldn't even admit that to herself. She walked down the hall, not really looking where she was going until she bumped into someone and went crashing onto the ground. "Watch where you're going, you asshole," she snapped, then looked up to see a man.

He had long curly blonde hair, grey-blue eyes that seemed so… cold and he was quite pale. In short, he was very handsome. Eponine scrunched up her nose, looking at him as if scanning him.

"Excuse me, that was my fault," the man replied, trying to be polite even though it was entirely the girl's fault.

"No kidding," Eponine huffed, extending an arm to signal for him to help her up.

The man sighed, about to help her up, but then wondered why he was even bothering to be nice to the girl. "You know what? No, get up yourself as it was your fault that you fell," he snapped, eyes blazing with anger.

"As if, you bastard," Eponine snapped, getting up. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

"I think I'm Enjolras Armath," Enjolras snapped, stepping closer to Eponine, his blue eyes staring intently into her chocolate brown orbs. "I might ask you the same question.

Eponine stared at him, never breaking their gaze. "Eponine Thenardier," she said, her voice sounding weaker than she had intended when she realised just how close to her he was standing. Enjolras smirked cruelly at her weak tone. She had momentarily forgotten about Courfeyrac and what he had said about his friend.

"Eponine Thenardier?" Enjolras asked, confusion spreading over his features. He quickly shock the confusion off. "You don't know Courfeyrac, do you?" he asked, remembering that his friend had mentioned an Eponine Thenardier that had just came here. It's not like Eponine Thenardier was a common name and Courfeyrac had said that she wasn't mental. This girl didn't seem mental, just annoying.

"Yes, wh-" she cut herself off, remembering what Courfeyrac had said, his friend Enjolras. "You're his friend, aren't you?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes and apparently I'm going to be helping you get out of here."

A/N

So a lot of you aren't reviewing. Why? :( So I've given you a very short list of things to review on.

1: Musichetta!- Do you like her? Find her annoying?

2: How was Eppy and Enjy's first meeting?

3: Eppy's short dress XD.

-Eh very short, but I don't get many reviews anyway. I think the record is about... five a chapter? I'm just saying, more reviews means more updating.