Disclaimer: I only own Renee Cecilia, Lizette Esme, and the 'Angelina' of Marie Angelina. Everything else is Victor Hugo's or history. On with the story.

December 15th, 1828

Third Person POV:

"What's up with Enjolras and Marie?" Courfeyrac says quietly from his perch on the wooden chair a few tables away from the couple in question. Combeferre looks up from his book and glances at Enjolras and Marie from behind his wire-rimmed glasses. Grantaire, taking a sip from his beloved wine bottle, rolls his eyes at their meddling. He says this as if he hasn't gotten the trophy for #1 Meddler for the fifth year in a row.

"Do you mean now or since they met?" Courfeyrac glares at Combeferre and rolls his eyes.

"Both!!" the dark brown-haired man exclaims, jolting Enjolras and Marie out of their love-filled haze. By some miracle, none of Les Amis de l'ABC have found out about their secret relationship, thus why it's secret. Enjolras and Marie have been the last ones out of the meeting room, staying there for sometimes minutes after the meeting has been adjourned.

"What are you two jabbering on about?" Enjolras quips, raising an eyebrow.

"You and Marie's relationship," Courf responds bluntly, causing Enjolras to choke on air and Marie's eyes to bulge out. Coughing repeatedly to get his airways under control, Enjolras stares at Courfeyrac in disbelief.

"We are not 'in a relationship,'" Marie denies, lying blatantly. "By the way, have you guys seen Gavroche? Do you know where he is?" Marie, after having almost two and a half years of interacting with Les Amis de l'ABC, has bonded strongly with the young gamin, Gavroche, and the skeptic drunk, Grantaire. Already, Gavroche loves Marie with all of his young heart and vows in his head to always protect her.

Enjolras looks at her softly, a small grin curving around his lips. "I'll look with you, if you want?" he offers. Marie looks at him gladly and nods her head.

"That would be wonderful, Enjolras. Thank you!" The man in red stands up from his chair and reaches his hand down to the beautiful woman, who accepts it with a smile on her face. Enjolras pulls Marie up out of her chair and they link arms, walking out the door of the café hand-in-hand. Courfeyrac and Combeferre glance at each other, look at the door the two had just exited, and back at each other. They jump out of their seats and run to the window, sticking their heads out of the open rectangle to see what Enjolras and Marie are doing.

Gavroche energetically runs into the café, panting. "Enjolras is smiling!!!" the gamin shouts excitedly. "It's a Christmas miracle!" Courf smiles at the young boy fondly, ruffling his messy blonde hair. "Stop it Courf!" he whines. "Just think about it!"

Courf looks down at Gavroche and smirks. "I've thought about it and I say no. I'm still going to muss up your hair. But you might want a hug instead." He crouches down to Gavroche's level and pulls him into a hug, relishing in the comfort the hug brings both parties. The man releases Gavroche after a while and pushes the gamin back to arm's length, studying his face. "Marie's looking for you."

"She is? Well, I think she enjoys being with Enjolras a lot more than with little me," the boy says, grinning mischievously. Combeferre stares at the boy in shock and then lets out a laugh.

"You know, Gav, I think you might be right," 'Ferre says, staring out the window once more. Grantaire, from his spot in the corner table, stands up and meanders over to the window. Actually, he more stumbled over to the window. He's on his third bottle already, and it's only two in the afternoon!!

"Well, who'd have thought?" Courf starts to sing, smirking down at the unknowing couple that are currently laughing with each other and throwing soft, powdery snowballs at each other.

"Well, bless my soul," Combeferre continues, for once not absorbed in the latest medical or Shakespeare book.

"Well, who'd have known?" Grantaire follows. The man is already thinking up little taunts to throw at Enjolras regarding his 'lovely lady.'

"Well, who indeed? And who'd have guessed they'd come together on their own?It's so peculiar, wait and see, we'll wait and see a few days more
There may be something there that wasn't there before

Here's a thought, perhaps there's something there that wasn't there before" the three men harmonize in unison, prompting Gavroche to stare at them with a very confused look on his face.

"What Courf?" the young gamin interrupts, but Courf pays no attention to him. He's already way too focused on Enjolras and Marie, who by now have started walking through the snow-covered streets. Courf sees Enjolras's fond smile as Marie kneels down next to a poor beggar woman and hands her some francs, wishing the woman a Merry Christmas.

"There may be something there that wasn't there before" Grantaire finishes the song as a solo, prompting Gavroche to go over to him and tug on his green waistcoat. Grantaire looks down, perplexed, as Gavroche persistently searches for an answer.

"What is it, what's there?" Grantaire opens his mouth to speak but Courf, materializing out of nowhere, stomps on the man's foot to keep him quiet. Grantaire starts mouthing every curse he could think of as he hops on one foot, the injured foot cradled in his hands.

"I'll tell you when you're older" Courf responds to Gavroche, who looks down silently and then back up again, smirking.

"Okay, I'm older" Gavroche says cheekily. Courf bursts into laughter as his arm reaches out and pulls Gavroche closer to him, making Gavroche's eyes widen in surprise. Courfeyrac starts to tickle Gavroche, making his giggles the only sound heard in the Musain for a long while. Gavroche then excuses himself to go search for Enjolras and Marie.

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If you are wondering what Enjolras and Marie have gotten up to during this exchange, well look no further. Enjolras stares after Marie in awe as she proves, once again, to be so much more than just a pretty face. Even though Enjolras has never thought this as Marie would kill him if she heard just one word of that sentence. Marie looks behind herself at Enjolras as she helps yet another beggar in the 'prosperous' country of France.

"What are you looking at, Enjolras?" she asks as they make their way down the cobblestoned streets.

"You," Enjolras replies, "you and your beauty." He whispers the last sentence directly into her ear, his lip tickling the top of Marie's ear. Marie blushes and they make their way into an alleyway. Enjolras gently grabs onto Marie's wrist and spins her around, pulling her into him and embracing her tightly.

"I want to tell everyone about us," Marie whispers quietly into his chest. Enjolras sighs.

"I do too, ma cherié," he replies softly. His hands gently cup Marie's face, leaning in and capturing her lips with his own. He carefully pushes Marie back into the stone wall until she's sandwiched between the cold wall and his warm body. Marie smiles into the kiss and lifts her hands up until they're winding through Enjolras's thick, golden-blonde locks. In all honesty, this might not be the best idea, kissing in the middle of an alleyway near to the Café Musain, but all Marie is currently focused on is the feeling of Enjolras's lips on hers, warm and soft like satin. Enjolras's hands move from her face to the wall, balancing himself on it so he doesn't crush Marie. Due to that necessary thing called oxygen, the thing that both Enjolras and Marie hate right now, they break the kiss, staring up into each other's eyes.

"I love you," Marie whispers breathily to her leader in red. Enjolras smirks down at her from his towering height above the woman.

"Of course you do," Enjolras says cockily but jokingly. "Everyone does." Marie slaps him lightly on the arm, giggling quietly. "But all jokes aside, I love you too." Enjolras softly kisses her forehead, lips planted on her smooth skin. He kisses his way down her face, tickling her and making her laugh quietly. Finally he reaches her lips, kissing first the side of her mouth and then fully and passionately. Enjolras's hands slide their way down Marie and finally reach the small of her back, picking her up and letting Marie's legs wrap around his waist (A/N: they are both fully clothed).

Then, they hear a gasp from behind them. Marie and Enjolras part from their lip-locking, staring at each other nervously. Enjolras lightly sets Marie down, back on the cobblestoned street, and they turn to the culprit.

It's Gavroche. He's staring at them in shock, not doing anything, not even moving.

Marie, worried that Gavroche isn't well, asks, "Gavroche, are you alright?" The gamin doesn't respond, prompting Marie to start panicking. Enjolras's arm wraps itself around Marie's waist, soothing her.

"Oh no," Enjolras starts to joke, "I think we broke Gavroche. I guess he can't start the meeting if he's broken."

Gavroche jolts up, excited to lead the meeting. Well, lead the first part of it at least. "I can start the meeting, Enjolras," the young boy says, saluting the man in front of him. "And please don't do that with Marie when I'm here, thanks," Gavroche adds sarcastically. Marie's face flushes red with embarrassment as Enjolras's lips curve into a smirk that looks more like a smile.

"Gavroche," Enjolras starts, Gavroche cocking an eyebrow at him, "please don't tell any of Les Amis about us." Gavroche nods his head and smiles up at Marie and Enjolras, who he has already seen as his parents for a few weeks now. Courf's the crazy yet fun older brother, Grantaire's the drunk uncle, Combeferre's the older cousin that is very studious, and Marius's that one sibling that has no clue what's going on every single moment. Even though Joly, Feuilly, Bahorel, and Bosseut aren't part of the "family," they're the friends that are always around and just barge into the house without being invited (cough cough Kimmy Gibbler).

"Sir yes sir," Gavroche says jokingly. Enjolras chuckles and nods his head at the door to the Café Musain. The young gamin scampers over to it, pulls it open, and starts to sprint up to the second floor where Les Amis de l'ABC meet. "ALRIGHT LADS, LISTEN UP!!" Gavroche shouts, voice carrying through the hole in the wall that's supposed to be a window. Marie kisses Enjolras's cheek and starts to walk towards the Musain to begin the meeting. Enjolras smiles at her retreating back and shakes his head fondly, fixing his blonde curls that have gotten mussed up from their antics a few minutes ago. Then, he follows her up to the Café and starts the meeting, discussing the revolution and what it's going to entail

Author's Note: And this is the end of the chapter!!! This took like forever to write because I have school and volleyball going on. Fun..... but anyway the Les Amis are onto Marie and Enjolras. I wonder when they're going to find out their relationship. Hope you enjoyed.

          -Kaylin