A/N: Hi guys! So this is my first story. I usually just read on this site so I hope this isn't terrible! I always try and write stories, but then I think they are crap and I erase one. So here's the first one I thought was suitable and I hope you enjoy! I'm really not expecting much response (Or any at all) But if you liked this, please tell me what you think! In this story there will be lots of humor, friendship, serious topics, and some romance. I haven't figured out who I want to pair so bear with me!

Disclaimer: I don't own Les Miserables. I also don't own a sonic screwdriver, but I wish I did.

Jehan strolled through the hallways of Saint Michelle University, anxious to get to his next class. For some unknown reason, the fates looked upon Les Amis de I'ABC and managed to group them all into one class together. Poetry class. They were all quite confused when they got their schedules at the beginning of the year because 1) The entire school staff knew of the groups loud and crazy antics and were confused as to why they would ever be put in the same class, and 2) Half of them swore they didn't sign up for Poetry that year. Nevertheless, they didn't complain.

Jehan was incredibly happy because that day, for they were having somewhat of a poetry reading in class. Each student was tasked to write a poem about something they loved, and they were read to the class. Professor Fantine, Cosette's mother, actually got the idea from Jehan when he suggested it, and it seemed as if the class was actually excited about it. Except for maybe Grantaire who was never excited about anything but alcohol.

After a few twists and turns through the hallway, Jehan walked through the door of his class to find Eponine bent over in her seat tying her shoelaces that she said she stole from the President after he told her he liked them. He was confused by her answer, but he did like the floral pattern on them. He also found Marius gazing into Cosette's eyes, and Cosette reciprocating the action. Joly, he saw, was wiping down his desk with a cleansing wipe, and Musichetta was trying to pry the object from his fingers as Bossuet was trying to fix his phone which was bent at an unusual angle. He saw Feuilly take out his abundance of fans to show Bahorel who had a newly gained black eye. He realised that the only ones missing were Enjolras, Combeferre, Courfeyrac and Grantaire.

He ran over and plopped down next to Eponine and waited for the rest of Les Amis to make an appearance so class could start. Eponine sat up and yelped when she saw Jehan sitting next to her.

"When did you get there?" She cried as she clutched her hand to her chest, her eyes wide.

"OH," Jehan replied turning to Eponine with a smile, "I just got here, and I thought, 'What better company, to keep than the one of Eponine, her eyes like ebony, and her friendship that means to me, as much as a zebra loves its stripes.'"

She threw her head back and laughed, her brown locks flying through the air. "That was beautiful, Jehan."

"Why thank you, mademoiselle. The only things that do go through my head are related to poetry, you know."

"Yes, we know, my little poet." She said and pinched his cheeks. Most people would be offended if someone pinched their cheeks, but not Jehan. He treasured each sign of affection he got from Eponine. Not because he liked her, because he didn't, but because she rarely showed affection to anyone but Gavroche, her little brother.

Just then, Enjolras, Courfeyrac, and Combeferre walked through the classroom doors and sat down around Eponine and Jehan.

"Hey," They greeted each other. Well, all except Enjolras, who still had his head in a textbook, highlighting passages. He sat down next to Eponine without even looking up. Eponine turned to look over to the other boys and saw Jehan wiggling his eyebrows at her and Enjolras. She knew that he was already forming romantic poetry in his mind as she rolled her eyes at him.

"Oh, marvelous Eponine," Courfeyrac cried, as he fell to his knees and took one of her hands in his, "The sun does not compare to your light, and neither does the moon compare to your beauty." He paused for a moment and kissed her hand, "If thou hast only made the decision to do me, the life of mine would be complete." He dramatically fell onto his back as if he had been shot.

"Get up, you idiot." Eponine laughed. She managed to kick him hard from under her desk and he made an 'oomph' sound as he got up.

"Ouch, Eps! That hurt!" He complained, rubbing his side.

"Sorry, I didn't think I could ruin your pride more than you already did there." She replied sarcastically.

"Oh my gosh," Combeferre interrupted. "Just sit down, Courfeyrac. Sorry 'Ponine."

She replied with a laugh. "Maybe we need to get him a leash," She teased.

Jehan began writing little poetry ideas after observing his friends. They were usually the inspiration for his writing. He couldn't ask for better variety of personalities and moods for him to use in his poetry. In fact, the poem he had written for this assignment was about his friends.

"Whatcha doing there, flower boy?" He heard someone in front of him sneer. He looked up to see Hadley Javert, the most ruthless inspector's son, and someone he didn't like. At all. That was saying something because Jehan was considered one of the gentlest souls on campus.

"What do you want, Hadley?" He asked in a monotone voice.

"Oh nothing." Hadley replied with a sneer on his face.

Jehan rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Hadley."

Suddenly, all of Jehan's books were knocked off of his desk and crushed to the floor. Eponine jumped out of her seat, as well as Enjolras and Bahorel. The other Amis were too stunned at the sight beginning to unfold before them. Eponine wasted no time pinning him against the wall with her forearm over his neck.

"You jerk," She hissed in a deadly tone, "You think you're better than us? Well you're wrong. You will never, and I repeat never, get the better of us. You better watch yourself you ignorant asshole, because if I ever see you do anything like that to anyone again, I will personally make it my mission to destroy every ounce of happiness you could ever possibly know. I have connections and I have seen things you could only imagine in your nightmares."

Eponine became aware of her surroundings once again when Enjolras put his hand around her arm. "C'mon, 'Ponine," He coaxed, "He's not worth it."

She nodded, but with one final push against the wall, she let him go. She turned around and saw the rest of the Amis helping Jehan pick up his things and Bahorel clenching his fist beside her. With Enjolras' hand still on her arm, she leaned against Bahorel as they began to walk back over to their seats.

"Hey, Eponine!" She heard Hadley shout. She glared and turned towards the black-haired little shit picking himself up off the floor.

"Montparnasse misses you." He continued with a satisfied smirk. Everyone in the room froze anticipating the next move. Les Amis knew about Eponine's past and her issues with her father's gang, and one of their members Montparnasse. Eponine took a deep breath, and looked at Bahorel whose jaw was clenched in anger. She nodded at him, and pulled Enjolras back to their seats. Enjolras had managed to wrap his arm around her waist and pulled her close in comfort because she always shuddered at the reminders of her past. As they walked away, she heard the sound of Bahorel's fist colliding with Hadley's jaw.

Bahorel quickly turned and walked back to his chair and sat down as Hadley rubbed his jaw and picked himself up off of the floor. All of Les Amis were back in their seats and acting like nothing happened. The only sign that anything happened were the kind smiles sent Jehan's way, and the comfort of Eponine's reassuring hand in his. He smiled and leaned against her shoulder and began playing with her hair as Cosette began to braid his. He replayed the entire exchange in awe. He was astounded at the lengths his friends went to protect and love each other.

After a few seconds, Professor Fantine walked into the room and saw Hadley on the floor. With a puzzled look on her face, she asked, "Hadley, why on earth are you on the floor?"

There was a collective chuckle around the room. Even some of Hadley's friends laughed along. "Professor Fantine, well, what happened was that those-"

He was quickly cut off by Cosette who jumped from her seat and cried, "Mom!"

The delicate blonde ran over to her mother carrying a small tupperware container with cookies. "Papa sent me with cookies for you and my friends," She said, gesturing to Les Amis, "So here are yours!" Cosette finished with a sweet and innocent smile at Fantine.

Fantine looked astounded. "Thank you darling!" She said, hugging her daughter, "But we have to start class now."

"Okay, Mama." Cosette said and smiled once more at her mother before making her way back to her seat. Hadley was left with his mouth hanging open in disbelief.

"You may continue, Mr. Javert." Professor Fantine stated.

"Nevermind," Hadley said softly, clearly defeated as he sat back down in his seat.

As Fantine began class, Eponine turned around to Cosette and whispered with a smile, "You sneaky, bitch! I love you! That was amazing!"

Cosette quietly laughed and said, "Thanks! I only learn from the best!" She winked and turned back to the front of the room to listen to her mom starting class.

Then to everyone's surprise, Grantaire staggered through the classroom doors, holding a water bottle that probably didn't have water in it.

"'Sup, Professor F." He said casually with a finger gun in her direction.

Fantine rolled her eyes at the drunk with a smile and said, "Sit down, Grantaire. We are in class."

"Aye, Captian!" Grantaire replied in mock salute and sat down with the rest of Les Amis.

After Fantine turned back around to write the agenda on the bored, Grantaire whispered to Enjolras, "What did I miss?"

In reply, Enjolras scoffed and said, "A lot. We will fill you in later at the Musian."

"Umm... okay then." Grantaire replied uncertainly.

Fantine then started to explain what they were doing today. "So, as you are aware, last week, I told you all to write a poem about something you love! So we are all going to share!" She jumped and clapped her hands, and it was then obvious that she was, indeed the mother of Cosette.

"So, who wants to go first?" She asked cheerily.

There was a collective silence in the room.

With a roll of her eyes, she said, "If no one volunteers, I will voluntell you to go."

Sighing, Grantaire stood up and began with, "Fine, if you are all being wussies, I'll go first."

"Thank you, Grantaire," Fantine replied gratefully, "You may begin."

After rummaging around in his backpack, Grantaire withdrew a crumpled piece of paper and began to read.

"I don't very often think

But I do like to drink

My friends try to get my to stop

And now looking at the clock

It's 5 minutes before class

And if I don't write this poem

I'll look like an ass

And right now, I'm probably drunk

Oh well, I guess I'll just flunk."

And with that, Grantaire sat back down and took a swig from his water bottle.

"Okay," Fantine started uncomfortably, "That was, um, good Grantaire. So, I'm just going to set up a meeting with the counselor for you, and, um, Marius! Thank you for volunteering to go next!"

Clearing his throat and standing up, Marius began,

"A heart full of lov-"

"No one cares about your lonely soul, Marius!" Interrupted his poem.

"ANYWAYS," Marius said, annoyed,

"A heart full of love

A heart full of you

one single look and then I knew

Do I dream?

I'm awake."

With his eyes on Cosette, he sat back down and took her hand and kissed it. Making a gagging sound, Bahorel announced, "That's it! Get ready for a real poem guys."

"The first rule of fight club

Is don't talk about fight club

But how can I keep silent

When this fun is so violent

The thrill of winning a match

And getting an eye- patch

Is great"

He bowed and sat back down. The rest of the class period continued like. Joly wrote about health, Eponine wrote about Gavroche, Courfeyrac wrote about... Let's not go there... And Enjolras passionately rhymed about justice, and then it was finally Jehan's turn to read his poem.

He meekly stood up and pulled out his paper, cleared his throat and began quietly.

"They protect me and hold me close

And no matter what, they never let go

Each one has their own story

And each and everyone loves me

One of them struggles but stays afloat

Another always has a positive note

There is one who is delicate like a lark

And a certain one will drink in the park

Some of them rave about justice

And lots of them are a nuisance

They call themselves Les Amis de I'ABC

And they are, indeed, my family."

After Jehan finished his poem, all of Les Amis stood up and clapped for him, giving him hugs.

"Okay! Class dismissed!" Fantine announced before sitting down at her desk.

"You guys know what that means, right?" Feuilly asked, then they all yelled, "TO THE CAFE MUSAIN!" And ran out the door.

"Wait! I need to study for next weeks final!" Enjolras objected. They all groaned and pushed him out the doors.

A/N: So that's that. I will (maybe) continue this, so tell me what you think!