A/N: I'm really quite proud of myself for actually doing...something. Oh. Reviews are better than pizza! (Which is saying a lot.) Do you get what I'm hinting at? Eh? No? Nevermind... Really though, I have no idea how I'm doing if you don't tell me. (:

Disclaimer: Man, I am so stupid. I always forget disclaimers. So, kind of obviously, Les Mis is not mine. Neither is When You're Smiling.

They arrived at the Bastille elephant, and Éponine disappeared under the elephant. "What are we doing here? Wait, Éponine? Éponine!" he called frantically. She poked her head out of a hole in the bottom of the beast.

"Hullo. Secret entrance." She winked. "Come on."

He wiggled inside, gasping at the interior, his poetic mind afire with inspiration.

"No shit." She said, noticing his marveling expression. "I borrowed it from Gavroche."

"A-about Gavroche," he stuttered. "What's the relationship between the two of you?"

"Well, for one, I fucking raised him." When Jehan raised a critical eyebrow, she sighed. "The ungrateful little shit didn't tell you about his older sister, eh?"

He shook his head, chuckling. "I should have known. You have the same dimples."

She smiled to herself, unconsciously raising her hand to her face. "We do? I hadn't noticed. Anyway, you hungry?"

He shrugged. "Fairly."

"Okay. Dalek spaghetti-os or jell-o?" Éponine asked, pulling both out of a cardboard box in the corner.

He raised an eyebrow. Is this what she ate everyday? No wonder she was so skinny. "Um… dalek Spaghetti-O's."

"Said like a true whovian." She smirked, winking at him. "Gavroche and I prefer the jell-O anyway."

She proceeded to climb nimbly out of the hole, and, using a makeshift rope ladder, climbed to the top of the elephant. Jell-O in hand, she seated herself comfortably on the edge of the great beast's vast forehead. Jehan, on the other hand, was having a harder time of it, and she had to reach out her hand for him to clamber up.

"Hey, this is pretty romantic, isn't it?" he teased when he finally got to the top.

She kicked him in the shin as a response.

As he took a big spoonful of his "chemical-filled noodle-wannabes" as Joly had so marvelously nicknamed spaghetti-Os, he made an effort to smile politely but failed miserably. Éponine just burst out in cackles.

"Pretty rotten, right?" she wheezed. "Oh, your faaaace…."

"-Is beautiful?" he finished for her, setting aside his unfinished container.

She chuckled, wiping her hands on her pants. "Sure, just keep telling yourself that."

Jehan settled with eating half of Éponine's jell-o, and pretended not to notice when she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Sing a song." Éponine mumbled.

"Excuse me?" he choked.

"Sing." It was more of an order than a suggestion.

He cleared his throat.

"When you're smiling

When you're smiling

The whole world smiles with you

When you're laughing

When you're laughing

The sun comes shining through

When you're crying

You bring on the rain

So stop your sighing, be happy again

Keep on smiling

'Cause when you're smiling

The whole world smiles with you."

He ended softly. Looking down at Éponine, he found her to be asleep, tear tracks dimly visible in the starlight. With the image of her shining hair in his mind, he too, fell asleep.

Éponine got up before dawn, moving softly so as not to wake Jehan. She didn't know what had possessed her to open up to him. Perhaps it was the way the stars were shining, or the jell-o, or his voice that touched her soul… no. She knew why, but she didn't want to admit to herself how safe she felt around him. No no no, Éponine. She chided herself. Remember Marius?

With this thought on her mind, she decided to leave without saying goodbye. He would probably forget about her by noon, anyway. Plus, her father was more than likely extremely pissed, and the later she returned the harder he hit. Slipping off the elephant, she made her way down the dark streets, knowing that last night would come back to haunt her.

Jehan awoke, and rolled onto his side, reaching for his pillow. Where was it?

"Shit!" he yelled as he nearly fell off the massive elephant. Shaking, he tried to remember what he was doing here. Oh, yes. Éponine. Speaking of Éponine… she was gone. He sighed. He had expected it, but it still hurt. Staring at the sunrise, he tried to smile. Happy face, Jehan, happy face. But it was no use. He wasn't fooling anyone, much less himself. In the past two days, a whirlwind had torn through his life and left behind it a starry, brunette mess. Wait, what…?