Disclaimer: I do not own Les Mis. I only own Felicité Pontmercy so that's it. Hope you enjoy the story!

January 8th, 1831

Third Person POV:

Previously: "BECAUSE WE'RE PLANNING A REVOLUTION!" Marius bursts out, causing the room to fall into an awkward silence.

"MARIUS!" all of Les Amis de l'ABC shout as one. Felicité stares at her brother as if in shock, surprised but pleased her brother was doing something about the terrible conditions of France.

"Marius you blabbering imbecile," Enjolras sighs, furious that Marius had just exposed exactly what they have been doing. And also a little nervous about what Felicité would do about it, even though he'd never admit that to anyone.

"Don't talk to my brother like that," Felicité declares loudly. "Even though most of it's true, insulting my brother is my job, not yours." As she was speaking, she took a step closer to Enjolras until she's right in front of him, eyes locked.

"Okay?" Enjolras accepts, still very confused about: 1, her reaction about the whole revolution thing; 2, how annoyed she is; and 3, why the hell he feels like Marius, a fanboy confirmed.

"That's better," Felicité smirks, dusting her hands off lightly. "And the revolution..." she trails off, hoping for an answer to her question.

Marius blanches, already suspecting Felicité would like to join. "Lissy just forget I said anything."

"I can't really," Felicité comments sassily. "You've literally just said it a second ago and I don't have that bad of an attention span. Also, all of the boys' reactions piqued my interest."

"If you tell the king-" Ferre starts, getting interrupted by Felicité almost immediately.

"What kind of person do you think I am?" Felicité questions, incredibly annoyed. "I'm not one of those prissy bourgeois ladies that only care about what they're wearing, what's in fashion, their husband's jobs, and wealth. That's stupid. How else would I have met Gav if I was one of these aforementioned ladies?"

"Don't forget about the croissants, pastries, and jacket!" Gav chimes in, already wanting her to join their little band of merry revolutionaries (the merry part coming mostly from Joly, Courf, and oftentimes Bosseut).

"Exactly," Felicité agrees, crossing her arms in front of her. "So why in the world would I ever tell the king?" Ferre splutters for a few seconds, not knowing what to say.

"I'm sorry mademoiselle," Enjolras sighs once more. "We've said this to almost everyone who joins Les Amis de l'ABC. You can even ask your brother." Felicité looks at Marius, her eyebrow raised in a questioning glance.

"It's true," Marius admits, wanting his sister to leave and not join the revolution at all. "They scared me nearly to death from it."

"I think you nearly peed your pants," Courf snorts from his chair next to Gav, feet propped up on the table.

Marius blushes. "Courf! I did NOT almost pee my pants; I'm an adult."

Enjolras rolls his eyes. He rolls his eyes almost every hour without fail; it's like his only facial expression. "So are all of us here. Your point?"

"That I didn't pee my pants!" Marius blurts out again, unaware of how his fierce defense basically tells Felicité that he almost did.

"That's not what Courf said though," Felicité smirks. "He said that you 'nearly' peed your pants. You're just saying that you didn't do it. There's a difference, you know." Almost all of the boys in men's bodies (and Gavroche), barring Enjolras as he doesn't laugh normally and Marius as the joke's about him, start to die of laughter. Gav nearly fell off his chair as a result of his giggling. Bosseut did. "Sooo anyway, how does one join this revolution?"

"Lissy no," Marius commands.

"You're not the boss of me, Marius," Felicité glares at her brother, him cringing away from the look on her face. "And of course, asking for a friend," she finishes somewhat sarcastically, as she's definitely not asking for a friend.

Gav grins widely at the look on Marius's face and decides to tell her how to join all by himself. "So we have meetings here in the Musain at 6:30 every Saturday and Wednesday. Once we gain more followers, we're supposed to be having rallies scheduled for almost every time there's a lack in police forces. At least that's what-" here he smirks at Enjolras, "Enjy says."

"For the millionth time, it's Enjolras, not Enjy. Or Enjyboo or any variation of those names," Enjolras declares in exasperation.

"'Jolras?" Gav ponders, earning a shake of the head in response to the name choice from Enjolras. "I'll come up with one sometime."

"Oookay then. And that's all you have to do to join?" Felicité double-checks.

"Yes," Courf clarifies for the young mademoiselle. "Would you like to join? We aren't forcing you to do something you don't want to do, just so you know."

"Of course I'd like to join!" Felicité exclaims. "The king needs to be taken down sometime, or France will be demolished." Enjolras smirks, the best grin you'll get out of him.

"Lissy nooo," Marius groans, not wanting his sister to get into any danger.

"Lissy yes," Felicité mocks, grinning widely. "When do I start?" she addresses Enjolras.

"Right now. We're having a meeting currently, so just pull up a chair," he responds, his back straightening almost imperceptibly as a result of the revolution meeting that he feels so passionately about.

"Speaking of the meeting, I have something to share," Gav declares loudly, trying to make sure everyone can hear him. "Lamarque's sick. I don't know with what or how badly, but I heard it from a doctor going into his house." Everyone freezes.

"Lamarque's sick?" Courf questions Gav urgently. "Are you sure?"

"Do you think I'm lying to you? Yes I'm sure, I heard it with my own ears," Gav explains.

"We need to start planning more rallies," Enjolras informs the group, his voice rich as butter and invoking necessity and urgency.

"Lamarque... the people's man," Felicité ponders softly under her breath. "What about having some rallies in front of General Lamarque's house? I'm pretty sure he won't mind; his speeches have literally said to revolution under layers of minutia and propaganda." Enjolras turns to look at her, considering her suggestion carefully.

"That's a good plan," he tells her, marking the spot on the large map of France with a thumbtack. "I'll speak with General Lamarque, just to make sure that he's not going to call the police on us for 'disrupting the peace.'" It's actually happened to him once. His father almost called the police on his son, in his own house.

"That sounds like a game plan," Joly comments from his corner, huddled around a blanket. "I'll help with anything that needs to be done, chief."

"Me too," Bahorel agrees from where he's making pamphlets along with Bosseut, which is probably not a good idea from the amount of paper cuts the man could get.

Feuilly nods his head. "I'm with you all too," he informs quietly.

"To the end of the line," Ferre adds on to Feuilly's statement. Marius looks around at the group as if he had accidentally walked into a cult meeting. Felicité smiles softly at the camaraderie between all members in the room.

"This meeting is adjourned," Enjolras closes the meeting, as he has done a myriad of times since the revolution became nearer and nearer. "Make sure nobody sees any revolutionary things on your person, as then they could call the police and they could arrest you."

"Vive la France!" the whole room shouts as one, probably not the smartest idea with a hole where the window would be in modern times. Everyone leaves, except for Enjolras. It's as if he lives at the Musain because he stays there until around 3 in the morning. Not a very good sleep schedule.

Marius and Felicité leave the Café and start off on their trek towards their home.

"So a revolution?" she whispers quietly to her older brother.

"Yes, a revolution," Marius murmurs back. "Lissy I don't want you joining this revolution. You could get hurt."

"So could you," Felicité comes back. "So could Gav. So could Ferre. So could literally anyone in that room. And if a young boy can participate in the revolution, you better believe I will be joining too." Marius sighs, knowing this feud is pointless.

"Alright. Just do your best not to do anything reckless or anything that could get you hurt."

"I promise, Marius."

"I'm going to hold you to that promise," he laughs as Felicité giggles. They link arms and set off for home, back to their terrible grandfather and Felicité's hellhole of suitors and parties and balls.

Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It's roughly 1,400 words, which does seem like a lot. But most book chapters are like more than that (except for Life of Pi one of those chapters is only like two words). Happy Barricade Week!! Vive la France!

           -Kaylin