summary: a tale of young recklessness, bad decisions, and summer romance.
a/n: spoiler alert—this is not a cosette x enjolras.
Links: ff.net ; tumblr (part i ; part ii ; part iii)
And she’s so pretty, and she’s so sure
Maybe I’m more clever than a girl like her
Summer’s all in bloom
Summer is ending soon
It’s Friday night and the whole gang was at the bar. It’s Jehan’s twenty first birthday, so Bahorel made sure the whole house went out and celebrated. It was karaoke night at the bar. Cosette’s on her fourth shot when Eponine plops down on her lap.
"Hey guuurl," she slurs giving her a tight squeeze. Cosette happily returns the hug and wraps her arms around the other girl.
"You know, I think Bahorel likes you." She nods the man on stage. Baherol sees Cosette staring up at her and winks. Cosette just giggles.
"He’s not really my type." She says. Eponine pokes her nose.
"And what’s your type Setty!" Cosette is amused by the nickname.
"I kinda like blondes." Eponine’s eyes widen in sudden realization.
"You like Rassy-poo!" She practically screams. Cosette quickly covers her mouth.
"Shush," she mildly scolds. Eponine pulls her face from her hands.
"Chill Setty," the brunette coos. Cosette finds herself fond of the nickname. "No worries. I didn’t know that he was your type." She glances over to the other girl’s objection of affection.
"I don’t really have a type," Cosette says.
"Hm…" Eponine hums and taps her forehead looking lost in thought.
"Don’t tell me that you think I should stop liking him too," Cosette pouts.
"Why would I say that? You know that I’m a firm believer of love. Do what you want! Go steal his heart!" Eponine says. Cosette smiles. Out of anyone, she’s glad that she’s gotten Eponine’s approval.
"You girls look cozy," a voice cuts their conversation. Both girls look up to see Enjolras hovering over them. Eponine smiles slyly at Cosette and nudges her.
"We are, you jealous?" Eponine winks as she wraps her arms around Cosette’s neck and kisses her on the cheek.
"Extremely," he returns the wink. Cosette feels her face brighten. (Thankfully, it’s dim lighting.) "Let’s sing." Eponine cocks her eyebrow in confusion.
"You want to sing? How much have you had to drink?" She says suspiciously. He shrugs.
"Enough. Come on, I already have the song queued." He attempts to pull Eponine up.
"How about you sing with Cosette instead?" Eponine nudges the girl under her. Enjolras shrugs his shoulders.
"You down Cosette?" He asks. The blonde shakes her head.
"It’s okay," her voice squeaks. She coughs to regain her voice. "I’m not sure I’m brave enough to sing yet."
"You sure?" Eponine insists. Cosette shakes her head.
"You guys go." She smiles and shakes her empty glass. "I need another drink." Both of them shrug. Enjolras holds out his hand for Eponine. Cosette watches as the couple makes their way to the stage. When the two of them reach the mics, the music starts playing. Eponine smiles at Enjolras and gives him a friend push. Cosette catches the gleam in Enjolras’ eyes.
“Don’t go breaking my heart,” Enjolras clutches his chest.
“I couldn’t even if I tried,” Eponine points at him.
"When are those two going to date?" Jehan says as he takes the seat next to Cosette. She nearly chokes on her drink and immediately tenses. Grantaire looks over from his spot and rolls his eyes.
"It’s never gonna happen," the drunk slurs.
"What’s never gonna happen?" Bahorel takes the seat adjacent of Grantaire.
"Eponine and Enjolras," Jehan says. Baherol just shakes his head.
"You know that’s never gonna happen. You know Ep’s in love with Marius," Bahorel says. Cosette inwardly sighs in relief and relaxes. The group continues to watch the duo sing.
Even though Eponine’s already given Cosette her blessing to go for Enjolras, the blonde couldn’t deny the obvious chemistry between the two as she watched them goof off on stage.
“So don’t go breaking my heart.”
“I won’t go breaking your heart.”
"Don’t go breaking my heart."
Cosette slams the front door as she returns home from her internship. It had been a long, exhausting day of grunt work while everyone in the office was working on a giant project that she wanted to work on.
She cracks her neck from side to side. She immediately throws off her heels and tosses them to the side. ‘I’ll pick it up later,’ she thinks to herself. She throws her blazer onto the couch.
She races upstairs and hopes that Eponine’s home. Ever since the night at the bar, the two had gotten closer. Eponine even gave her good advice on how to talk to Enjolras and maintain his attention.
Cosette bangs on the door. She hears shuffling around before Eponine opens the door enough to only show her face.
"Hey, what’s up?" Eponine ask nearly out of breath. Cosette pays no mind.
"I had a really long day." Eponine frowns.
"I’m sorry dear," she sympathizes.
"Can I come in?" Before Eponine could protest, Cosette pushes the door wide open and into the room to see a half-dressed Enjolras pulling on his pants. “Oh my god," she quickly covers her eyes.
"Uh… hey Cosette," he says nervously as he zips up his pants. Cosette slowly backs out of the room.
"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry," she says.
"I can explain," Eponine says sincerely, but Cosette’s not listening. She makes a beeline to her room. She shuts the door behind and locks it. She backs her back into the door and slides down it breaking down into tears.
She should’ve listened.