Enj's POV

"Grantaire, put that bottle down!" I yelled, crossing my arms at the drunk. He was a nobody. A good for nothing. I can't tell why he's here. It's totally not because he's in love with me or whatever.

"I'm in love with you, Apollo!" Grantaire yelled back, taking another large gulp of his drink. Was it brandy, was it wine. I didn't care. I only care about revolution.

France is the love of my life. I would die for her. And I will do everything I can to save her. I slapped the bottle out of R's hand.

Courfeyrac did his thing of flirting with every girl. Wouldn't be surprised to find him making out with the nearest chick in the far corner. What a nonce. France before pants. 

Suddenly a very beautiful- I mean very ugly girl walked in. She looked rich. And she was a woman. The two things I hate the most in the entirety of France. Grantaire vomited on the chair next to me. Make that three things.

I tried to shove past the fan guy. What's his name? I don't care. I don't most of these guys names. I only know Combeferre, Courfeyrac, Grantaire and *reads smudged ink on hand* Maurice or whatever. I don't give a shit. Only France.

I stopped in front of the girl. She was beautiful. No she isn't Enjolras. Get ahold of yourself. Her dark as night black ebony raven hair shone in the candlelight. And her pale pale pale pale skin was like snow on the streets. She's not like other girls, I can tell.

She looked up at my face, a determined look. 

"I want to join your rebellion."

"No you can't."

"Why not?!"

"Because you have mad honkers and a vagina. You're going to distract the men." Enjolras replied. "Not me though. I'm sexually attracted to France."

"I will join."

"Prove it then, female."

She rose her first and punched me in the face, my beautiful marble god-like face. What a bitch. But she made her point. I looked up from the floor.

Merde, she looked beautiful. 

Get your mind straight, Louis.

Yes, Louis.

Mother name me after the wretched king. Still love her though. I'm rich but I'm not like the other rich boys.

"I'm Amelie Francois Genevieve Louise Gabriel Pontmercy." She said.

Mauricious gasped. 

"Sister?? What are you doing here??"

"Because fuck you!"

Oh no, I'm in love. My marble facade has cracked.

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Enjoy my late night monstrosity even though I have an in-class assignment that I should be studying for tomorrow.