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January 3rd, 1829

Third Person POV:

Les Amis are ready for their first revolution meeting since the start of 1829. Granted, it's only the third day of the new year and they aren't really slacking off in their work. Courfeyrac bounds upstairs, trying to hurry to plan a prank on Ferre (involving popcorn, a medicine textbook, and one very pissed-off Ferre).

He opens the door (slams it open really), stepping into the upstairs room. Not paying attention to the occupants of the room, he takes out his bowl of already popped popcorn and searches for one of Ferre's books. He looks up quickly, just to make sure that Ferre isn't actually in the room with him, and promptly drops the bowl of popcorn. Courf stares wide-eyed at Enjolras and Marie, who are wrapped in a hug that is definitely not a familial or friendship relationship. The bowl clatters audibly to the floor and the two burst apart, looking at the door and at Courf.

"Hello there," Courf says cheerfully, saluting them. "Don't mind me." Marie stares at him uncomprehendingly, shocked he's so casual. "Wait..."

"Courf don't-" Enjolras starts.

"YOU AND MARIE ARE TOGETHER?!?!" Courf screams loudly, so loudly that the king and queen of France probably could have heard it. Marie strides over to Courf and covers his mouth with her hand, so that he doesn't burst anything else secret out.

"Don't tell anyone," she hisses in his ear, nervous that their secret would be found out.

"You have met Courf, right?" Enjolras asks jokingly, Courf's eyes growing as wide as saucers at the chief making a joke. "You know, the one where secrets aren't secret anymore?" Marie rolls her eyes and smiles fondly at Enjolras, who smirks back at her. Courf, annoyed at the hand still covering his mouth, licks it.

"COURF!!" Marie shouts, yanking her hand away from his mouth. "Don't do that!"

"Well that's better," Courf smirks. "And Enjy, do you really have that little faith in me?"

Enjolras, scoffing at his nickname, smirks. "You want to bet?"

"Yeah!" Courf accepts.

Marie smirks widely. "What's the bet? Cause I wanna join."

"Hmmmm," Courf ponders, tapping his chin with his fingers.

"If Courf doesn't tell anyone about Marie and I," Enjolras starts setting the terms, "whoever bets he can keep his mouth shut wins 20 francs from the loser or losers. If he does spill the beans, whoever bets he can't keep a secret to save his life wins 20 francs from the loser or losers. Fair?"

Marie grins. "Fair. And I bet that Courf can't keep it quiet."

"I agree," Enjolras declares.

"Hey! I can keep a secret!" Courf defends himself strongly. Marie snorts, highly skeptical of that fact.

"Okay then. The bet starts when the first person other than us walks in that front door," Enjolras clarifies. Just then, Ferre walks into the café.

"Uhhh why is the floor absolutely covered in popcorn?" Ferre wonders, absolutely bewildered. Courf stares at the floor, at the popcorn kernels still scattered across the wooden boards.

"No reason," he responds casually, keeping the prank idea secret so that Ferre doesn't know.

"Oookay then," Ferre replies, not believing Courf for a second. "What time is it?"

"Time for you to get a watch," Marie says dryly as Courf snorts.

"Seriously?" Ferre asks, exasperated.

"Yeah," Marie smirks. "But actually, it's..." she looks at Enjy questioningly, who checks his watch.

"It's 5:50. So ten more minutes until the meeting," Enjolras answers Ferre's question. Courf frowns, knowing that Ferre would be incredibly excited to find out about the secret relationship but also not wanting to lose 40 francs.

"So how are you guys?" Ferre questions the room, looking confusedly at Courf's seemingly distraught expression. "Courf you look like someone just shot your puppy."

"I'm fine," Courf sighs. "But Enjolras and Marie have something to tell you." He smirks, finding a loophole in the rules.

"Shut up Courf!" Marie growls under her breath, scaring Courf half to death. Ferre looks between the two concernedly, wondering what the hell is up with them.

"Yes?" Ferre draws out, expecting Marie or Enjolras to tell him whatever they want to tell him.

"Nothing," Enjolras says, glaring at Courf. "Courf doesn't know what he's talking about." Courf snorts.

"Pretty sure you two weren't doing that much talking up here before I came in," Courf alludes, Marie blushing bright red. Ferre raises his eyebrow, incredibly confused.

"Huh?" Marius walks into the room, sensing the tension. Somehow, he isn't oblivious... a miracle!!

"Nothing," Enjolras and Marie deny in unison. Gradually, Les Amis filter into the room, sitting down in straight-backed wooden chairs that previously were empty. The meeting goes on, until Courf can't take it anymore.

"Does anyone have anything interesting to share?" he ponders innocently, trying to use loopholes to get Les Amis to realize.

"Can we please get back to politics?" Enjolras asks, sighing loudly.

"Uhh sure?" Bahorel says as if a question, incredibly puzzled at why Courf looks red from exertion (he's taking this very seriously).

"I think that the fact that Enjolras and Marie are dating is more important than politics," Courf deadpans, slapping his hand over his mouth a second later.

"Pay up Courf," Marie smirks, holding out her hand. Courf, groaning loudly, slaps forty francs into her hand. Marie gives twenty to Enjolras and pockets the remaining half, grinning all the while. Les Amis look between the trio as if they were observing a Ping-Pong tournament.

"And I knew first, b*tches!" Gav exclaims loudly, causing Marie to whip her head towards him.

"Gav where did you learn that??" she questions quickly, concerned. Gav says no words, only points at R, who is dying of laughter in the corner. "R!"

"What?" R responds somewhat cluelessly.

"You can't be teaching Gavroche crude language!" Marie reprimands lightly. "He's only nine years old."

"Fineeee," R whines jokingly.

"That's better," smirks Marie once more. Looking around the room, Marie sees almost everyone's jaws on the floor from the ~big reveal.~ "Surprise?" she says slightly nervously.

"Enjy has a girl?" Bosseut laughs. "A miracle."

"Oh stop it Bosseut," Enjolras rolls his eyes. "I'm not that bad."

"You once made a girl run away crying because you said, and I quote, 'who cares about your lonely soul?' So yeah, you are that bad," Ferre rolls his eyes as Marie laughs.

"You actually said that, Enj?" Marie giggles as Enjolras sighs.

"Uhhhh yes..." he trails off slightly as Marie bursts into laughter once more.

"But congratulations you two!!" Joly cheers happily, taking after his nickname of Jolllly. "Why didn't you tell us?" Marie looks at him.

"You do remember that I'm the crown princess, right?" she says dryly. "And Enjy's the leader of the revolution."

"Ohhhh yeah," Feuilly remembers.

"Oh my god!!" Jehan squeals. "It's like real life Romeo and Juliet!!!" He immediately starts scribbling down verses, occasionally pausing, mouthing words under his breath, nodding his head, and resuming his writing.

"But please don't tell anyone else," Marie pleads with the boys. "Things could grow badly very fast."

"How could they get bad?" Marius wonders, incredibly confused even though there's no reason why he should be.

"Because my parents could execute him for 'kidnapping me,'" Marie mocks her parents not slightly at all. "Technically they could execute all of you boys for treason against the crown, not that part of the royal family is revolutioning too."

"Yeah I like my head right where it is, thank you very much," Enjolras responds sassily but truthfully.

"Off with his head!" Marie giggles as Les Amis laugh. "But all jokes aside, people would tell my parents about us just to either get rich or gain a favor from them. And especially you, Courf, keep this quiet."

"Fine," Courf sighs. "I won't tell anyone else." Marie smiles and thanks all of Les Amis, who agree with Courf's statement.

"When are the barricades getting set up?" wonders Enjy, trying to steer the conversation back to revolution.

"Enjy, I think we have time," Marie soothes gently. "But if you really want a time date, about three years? It gives us enough time to plan and it should be in the summer. Probably so that we aren't freezing our butts off."

"That sounds like a good plan," agrees Bahorel. "And if the barricades are during the winter I will personally fight the National Guard as quickly as possible so that we don't have to suffer for that long."

"I'll join you," laughs Feuilly. "I don't want to die of frostbite."

"Frostbite?!" Joly yelps, terrified.

"It's fine, Joly, you don't have frostbite," reassures Marie. Joly smiles back at her, thanking her non-verbally. "I think the meeting's adjourned, by the way."

"It is," Enjolras confirms, checking the time. "Be careful going home. And, as always, if anyone asks you about either the revolution or Marie's whereabouts, tell them that you haven't heard or seen anything. And for the love of God, don't paint the front door of Javert's house a fuschia color." Marie snorts.

"Someone actually did that?" she asks through laughter.

"If that someone is me, then yes," smirks R. "It was pretty fun." Les Amis burst into laughter once more, picturing the scene in their minds and laughing even harder when they imagine Javert's face when he sees his door. 

Les Amis, the best family a guy (or girl) can ask for.

Author's Note: and that's a wrap! Hope you enjoyed and laughed at some parts! Well, Enjolras and Marie's relationship has been discovered; hopefully nobody else finds out.

      -Kaylin