Disclaimer: @WifeofCourfeyrac and I do not own Les Mis. The only people we own are ourselves cause we simp for Les Amis (cough exposed cough).

Kaylin's POV:

Sparky and I start to lead Les Amis to our apartment. I started with it when I died and then when Sparky came to Heaven we shared it because we both couldn't handle being apart from each other when I've been dead for three years and she had been alone on Earth.

We're very close to each other, even telling each other which of Les Amis are the cutest and which we had a crush on. Thank god she didn't say Ferre, that would be hella awkward for me because he's my brother.

I look behind my shoulder to see Gavroche walking along next to Courfeyrac. They seem very close, almost as if Courf adopted Gav. Good for him; Gav needs a nice family. I survey the rest of Les Amis. Combeferre is reading a book while walking, something that I love to do but always seemed to run into things or people while doing it (A/N: me irl. Comment if you do this pleasee). Grantaire is looking around the Café, probably wondering how closely it resembles the one in real life. Éponine seems to be on guard from something or someone that I don't know. Jehan is writing a poem, something that I know he did when he was alive. Joly looks as if he wants to start cleaning the place, but we're in Heaven. There's no disease up here at all. Feuilly and Bahorel are quietly talking to each other. They seem pretty polite to me, but I've been around Spark for years with nobody else; my senses of politeness are pretty screwed up. Bosseut is looking intently at the floor to try not to trip. I smile at the sight. And then there's Enjolras. Do I look at what he's doing or do I not look?

'I'll only look for a second. A quick glance won't do that much harm, could it?' I tell myself. Turning my head, my brown eyes lock with his sapphire. The air whooshes out of my lungs as I stare at the tall man with the honey-colored curly locks. I smile gently at him and Enjolras's eyes widen momentarily. I cock my head, confused at his reaction. Then, an elbow digs into my side and I jolt out of my daze.

"Stop eye-f*cking him and talk to me!" Sparky whispers quietly to me, shoulders shaking at my blushing cheeks.

"Sparky!" I exclaim. "Shut it!" She chuckles softly and wraps her arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to her.

"My job as your best friend is to tease you about your crush," Sparky declares loudly, too loudly in my opinion. Then, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around, and my brother's brown eyes stare into mine, with a perplexed glint in them.

"You have a crush?" Combeferre asks me. Younger brothers, you've got to love them but they get on your nerves all the time. Blushing, I roll my eyes at him.

"Ferre-" I start, getting interrupted by Sparky.

"Yep!" she chirps happily. I turn and stare incredulously at her, and she has the audacity to just grin back at me as if she didn't do anything. Combeferre is staring at me in shock. "Wanna know who he is?"

"No Sparky don't!!" I start to beg her.

"Yes I do," Combeferre quickly says, acting like a girl desperate for the latest gossip from one of those horrid balls. Sparky opens her mouth.

"Well, she has a crush on En-" Sparky begins to say the name of the guy I like.

"NO SPARKY!" I shout, interrupting her and drawing all of the attention, from all of Les Amis, to me. "Well that's just absolutely wonderful," I sarcastically murmur under my breath.

"What did Sparky do this time?" Jehan asks, grinning at his sister. Sparky rolls her eyes.

"Well, I was just telling Ferre who his sister has a undying, never-ending crush on," Sparky exposes me yet again. I desperately shake my head to Sparky, who pretends not to notice. Why am I friends with her when this is basically all she does? "He's one of you guys."

"SPARKY!!" I exclaim loudly. "You say this to me yet you conveniently forgot that I know who you like," I return the favor, "He's one of you guys, too."

Les Amis stare at us as if we are insane. We somewhat are; I can't deny that. Courfeyrac rolls his eyes.

"And who is he? For both of you? This is like one of those cheesy William Shakespeare plays!!" I bite my lip. I'm not telling any of them unless I'm absolutely, totally, 100% confidently certain that he likes me back in that way. I look at Sparky, who looks back at me. We never thought they'd be this interested in our love lives. Our very bad love lives to be more precise.

I roll my eyes. "Never telling," I refuse, walking up the steps of our apartment stairs. "We're here, by the way." I put the key in the doorknob and turn it, opening the white wooden door and pushing it open. We pile into the entryway and I sigh with relief. The conversation's over, thank god. "So where should we start?"

"Either go top to bottom or bottom to top," Combeferre suggests. I look at him for a second and then smirk.

"Combeferre you surprised me," I say, continuing with, "you actually said something smart for once." Combeferre rolls his eyes at me.

"Really Kaylin? Really?" I grin at him.

"I've missed out on years of teasing you; I need to make up the lost time!!" Combeferre rolls his eyes once more. "Okay let's start at the top. Anyone want to stay here? Because we have plenty of room. Everyone could stay here if they wanted to."

"Sure!" Gavroche exclaims, jumping up and down in place. "When we gonna start?" I laugh at his exuberance and smile at him.

"We could start now. Let's go guys! The apartment is basically a house actually. We just call it an apartment because... I really don't know why. It's a running joke between us. The apartment is three floors, and the last two are just bedrooms and bathrooms. We'll start at the bottom I guess." We make our way through the apartment, starting in the kitchen.

Enjolras asks a question, looking around the navy padded stools. "If we don't have to eat, why do you have a kitchen?"

"It gives some normalcy to our 'lives,' you know?" I respond softly. "This is basically it for the kitchen; the fridge and pantry are always stocked with random things."

Sparky picks up the unofficial tour with the living room. "Welll here's our living room," she says, sweeping her arm out in a grand gesture jokingly.

"The TV is normally always set on either the Avengers or France," I say casually. "That's basically it on this floor. Up to the bedrooms I guess."

We walk up the stairs towards the bedrooms, starting with mine. I open the door and everyone files in.

"Here's my bedroom, I guess. There's really nothing to it. We don't really have to sleep but sometimes it's better than staying awake with nothing to do."

It's very cramped in here, but that makes sense because there's at least twelve people in here.

"It's very tidy," Jehan says happily. "I like it." I smile at him.

"I like keeping my things neat. Sometimes Sparky starts to mess things up in my room because she loves to annoy me, like best friends do. It's actually kind of funny most times." Sparky rolls her eyes at me and sticks out her tongue, like a child. We exit my room and walk towards a closed wooden door.

Gavroche, being the adventerous kid he is, pushes his way to the front of the crowd. "What's in here??" he asks, very excited to explore.

"Oh don't open-" Sparky starts to say. It's her room, the very, very messy room.

Gavroche opens the door and Sparky sighs.

"That," she finishes.

Courfeyrac rolls his eyes. "Who's room is that? It's a mess!!" he exclaims. Sparky sighs once more, this time adding an eye roll.

"It's mine," she says dryly. "And thank you sooo much for that sentiment right there." I see Les Amis straining their necks for a glimpse through the crack of Sparky's door. I know there's a lot of alcohol in there, and I see R looking inside the room, at Spark, and then back at the room. I'm pretty sure he's planning a midnight heist of the alcohol. Sparky has a full-on alarm system for her room... I learned that the hard way.

Making our way through the rest of the rooms, we decide that Enjolras and Combeferre would share a room, Gavroche and Courfeyrac would share, Grantaire, Bosseut, Bahorel, and Joly would get their own rooms, and Éponine would get her own room as well. We make our way all the way downstairs and sit in the middle of the living room, all of us piled on the couch as if we were playing Sardines.

"So what do we do now?" Gavroche wonders out loud, very energetic because... he's a twelve year old boy. I'd be concerned if he wasn't energetic. I prop my chin on the palm of my hand and start to think.

"We could..." I start, trailing off a second later because I don't have an idea. Sparky smirks and suggests something I know would screw us all over tomorrow.

"We could play truth or dare," she states, as if it wasn't a question. Les Amis look at each other and then at Sparky and I.

"Can we die again?" Grantaire asks, probably already thinking of risky dares for us to do.

"Nope," Sparky answers, grinning scarily. They've already come up with hundreds of dangerous things if we were still alive, let me tell you. "All in favor?"

Les Amis answer as one, "YES!!!" I sigh.

"As long as everyone agrees, I don't see why not," I agree to the game, sighing. Why am I friends with Sparky when she loves these games??

"Alright mother," Courfeyrac says, smirking at me as if he was trying to tease me. I laugh.

"I take pride in being you guys's mother," I say, grinning. "I was shouting at all of you to run away from the barricades and live for God's sakes!! That's what mothers do."

Sparky bursts into laughter. "She's not lying. Kaylin is the mother of the group and there can't be any objections to this; it's a fact." I roll my eyes good-naturedly at my best friend.

"Can we just play the game?" Combeferre asks the group. I grin at my twin, smirking.

"Okay be ready for the worst game of truth or dare you have ever played in your entire life," I comment, preparing myself for the terrible truths and stupid dares that are going to unfold once we start the game. "Good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favor."

Author's Note: Okay this will be interesting. The truth or dare game will be very dangerous because they're all dead and can't die again, so some of the dares will be like "I dare you to eat a tide pod." Please do NOT do this, as it could actually kill you and Les Amis need you alive (Enjolras says he needs you alive to spread the cause). Vive la France!!

                 -Sparky and Kaylin