Chapter 2
Cosette isn’t gay, shes really not! She's only ever dreamed about, dated, and fantasized about men. Not once has a woman ever made her way into her fantasies. Not until now at least.
Its 2:29 am, and Cosette hasn't had a blink of sleep. She's been too busy thinking about Eponine Thenardier and her beautiful dark skin and her wild dark hair and tired eyes with that cat like grin that just gets Cosette's heart beating fast and lets the butterflies loose in her stomach.
Cosette doesn't like girls.
She just likes Eponine.
Alot,
Now, Cosette wasn't one to keep a secret for very long, and that was the exact reason why she was already at Jehans door step. She stood there, knocking without patience, just really needing someone to talk to, and she knew for a fact, the lovely poem writer goes to sleep at 4:25 on the dot.
Jehan was naturally quick to open their door, quickly shushing the girl before pulling her in so she doesn't wake the neighbors.
Cosette waists no time and grabs Jehan by their shoulders and looks them dead in the eyes and says,
“Jehan, I think I really like Eponine.” She keeps her face in a straight line and Jehan just sighs and pats her shoulders, “Cosette, its 3:34, youre delusional, go to sleep,” they say, bringing Cosette to the kitchen where they were working moments before on posters for the Amis’s next rally.
Cosette makes her way to the coffee pot where she starts to brew some coffee for the both of them before leaning against the counter.
“No really! I've been thinking about it ever since she randomly kissed me in the street this morning!”
She walks over and takes a seat next to Jehan who gives her a weird look as she continues, “Every Time i think of her, i get all these butterflies in my stomach and when i see her, i just cant stop smiling and admittedly she's not the nicest person, but she has this sort of rush to her that I want! Jehan what's wrong with me?” She pouts, dropping her head onto Jehans shoulder.
“Well, my sweet child, I may not be a nurse like Joly or a doctor like Combeferre, but I can tell you, you have a bad case of loveitis.”
They pat her head as she sits up straight with a groan, “I really hope it's deadly.”
She gets up and walks back to the coffe pot and stares at it for a few minutes before turning back to Jehan, who was almost finished with their last poster.
She takes the coffee pot out of the brewer and grabs two mugs before pouring them each a cup. She sets his down next to him as she takes her seat next to him again as she starts sipping her caramel coffee, staring at the bright letters of Jehans posters.
“Do you think she has feelings for me too?” She asks, not looking awake from the bright letters.
Jehan moves a hand up and starts combing their fingers through her hair,
“With that girl, no one knows.”