Should the fact that I have so many fics going on scare me? Nahhhh its all good. :) So this is an alternate version of "You and Me" I didnt like where it wad headed, so I rewrote it with more fluff! In this chapter, the Therndaires still own the inn, and Èponine is seceretly supporting Gavroche. He lives in an abandoned hut in the woods with a boy named Navet and a girl named Nicolette.

Gavroche

She walked into my life on a breezy Octoberday. The sun had only just risen, yet the whole town was bustleing. I sat on the wooden steps outside of Vispod's bakery. I munched on a jelly filled pastery, keeping a close eye on the small sack of food I was to deliver to Navet and Nicollette.

I was just picturing the look on little Nicollette's face when I handed her a small bluberry muffin. Navet would roll his eyes and tell me I spoiled her to much and Nicollette would giggle and crawl into my lap to eat her treat. Nicollette was only four, five years younger than me, but I treated her with fatherly care. For some reason, taking care of her made me fell better about my life. Maybe because I never had anyone but 'Ponine and Azelma to take care of me.

I was just pondering it when a flash of golden hair caught my eye. A girl, not dirt poor but not burogise, was walking along the oppisite side of the street, being dragged by an older girl with frizzy red hair. The blonde was trying desperatly to take in every sight she could, her brow furrowed as her eyes searched the area.

"Camille! Will you hurry up already?" Called the older girl. The blonde, Camille, rolled her eyes, but did as she was told. She passed my parents in, and looked my way. Our eyes met for a moment, and her brow softened, the sides of her mouth quickly quirking up to give me a breif smile.

"Oooo! Does Gavroche have a crush?" Said a voice behind me. I turned with a start and saw my sister Azelma. She was only twelve, but she acted like she knew everything.

"No!" I shouted in defense, "I've just never seen her before."

"I know who she is." Said fifteen-year-old Èponine, who seemed to appear out of nowhere. "The redhead is Baisè Satèrne, she's my age. I met her at the cafè yesterday. She just moved here with her father and sister. Their mother died. That must be her sister. Camille."

Camille. Thats a pretty name.

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I met Camille in person the next day. She was standing outside of a jewlery store, her eyes focased on a necklace. It was on a simple gold chain, and it had a purple stone pendant at the breast.

"That's a pretty neckalace." I said, in attempt to make a conversation.

She looked at me and smiled. "It reminded me of one my mother used to wear. Only hers had a blue stone? And it opened up. Inside, she put a tiny lovk of my hair, and a tiny lock of my sister, Baisè's."

"Where did she get it?" I asked.

"My father made it. He gave it to her the day I was born," her face fell, "She was burried with it."

"Im so sorry," I muttered, awkwardly, "How did she die?"

"There was a fire. Papa had taken me and Baisè out to find the perfect birthday present for Maman. When we came back the house was burning. Maman was standing outside. I remembered my cat, Peirce. I ran into the house to get him, and Maman ran after me. I grabbed the cat and ran outside, with Maman's help. But an amrour fell between us and she couldnt get around. Maman told me to run, that she would be right there. But I was the only one who ran out of the house that night." Camille finished. "I think papa and Baisè blame me. They dont treat me the same."

I was in awe. Why would a total stranger tell me sometging like that?

As if reading my mind, the girl said, "You must think me mad. But I felt like I had to tell someone. I havent talked to anyone outside my family scince I've been here. At least, when they actually talk to me," Camille added with a humorless laugh. "Im so sorry. I'll go now." She began to walk off.

"No!" I called, suprising us both. She turned. "Um, would you like to meet my friends?" I asked.

She gave me a greatfull smile. "Or corse."

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It had only been a week and Camille was slowly starting to become my best friend. She would win races against Navet and sing soft songs to Nicollette. She could beat me in wrestiling and swim faster than a fish. She didnt mind getting dirty or wet.

There was only one person in town that didnt find her charming. A girl named Gabrielle.

Gabrille was the richest of the rich. The burogise of the burogise. And she knew it. She pranced around in pretty dressess and flounced around her dark, curly hair. Her mother was like the older version of her. She was the first to know of any gossip and she blackmailed anyone she could. So of course, Gabrille knew eyerthing about Camille.

At least, she thought she did.

Nicollette, Navet, and I were walking Camille home from a day of playing in the mud and swimming. People pleasently greeted us and chuckled as we marched by.

But Gabrille stopped us.

"My mother says your mother died and thats why you act like a boy." Gabrille said with a smug face.

"Is that so? Well at least my motherbis nice and kind, unlike your mother." Camille retorted.

Gabrille huffed, "My mother said your mother went crazy and burt the house down herself."

Camille snapped. With an odd battle cry, she tackled Gabrille to the ground, right in the middle of the street. Hair was being pulled, fists were flying, and curses were being shouted, mostly from Camille.

Gabrilles mother said never to curse.

This went on for a while, all of the other towns children yelling and shreiking, until Vispod the baker pulled the two girls apart.

"Thats enough!" He yelled as he pushed Gabrille into a girlfriend of hers and Camille into Navet and I.

"What is going on here?" he shouted.

"Gabrille was insulted Camille's late mother, so Camille punched her!" Navet shouted.

"Camille?" asked Vispod, "Is this true?"

Camille looked to the ground. "Yeah." She wispered.

"If you had heard what Gabrille was saying, you would have punchef her too!" I put in. Murmers of agreement washed over the group.

"Gabrille?" Vispod questioned.

"I have no idea what they are talking about!" Gabrille said, fake tears wavering in her brown eyes.

Boo's and mumers if dissagreement rippled through the crowd.

"Gabrille, come with me." Vispod sighed.

"What? No! You all are just jealous of me! I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS CAMILLE! I'LL GET YOU GOOD!" Gabrille cried as Vispod dragged her away. The children cheered and I turned to give Camille a grin, but she had vanished.