So this idea just came to me. So, basiclly, I live with the barricade boys in my house. Kind of the same concept of "House Rules" by Captian Tiny, but a different plot. My name is Abby, so expect that. I'm thirteen, so Gavroche is my friend. Courfeyrac and Azelma are also my friends. This first chapter is rules, and then the first one-shot. Feel free to request any ideas! Oh, and this is modern AU, they are adjusted to modern-day life! Lets do this!

Rules:

1. Abby is not allowed to bring the Amis to middle school. Except for Gavroche, who is starting eighth grade if he likes it or not.

2. Azelma is only to be given Nutella on special occasions.

3. The only people allowed at Erin's (my best friend) house on Call of Duty nights are Azelma, Gavroche, Abby, and Jehan. We dont want a repeat of the "The-Amis-and-Cosette-turn-into-badass-mother-fuck ers-and-destroy-Erin's-house-when-they-lose-to-Eri n-and-Azelma" incident do we?

4. Teasing Bharole and Morgan (Erin's 16-year-old sister) for crying at the end of Titanic will be placed in a room with Marius and Cosette making-out for an hour.

5. Stealing Enjolras' jacket is no longer allowed. *cough* Azelma *cough*

6. We are never going to Ikea again. Ever.

7. No stealing anyone's lines

hugging Joly and then telling him I have phenmonia.

9. No assissting Gavroche in stealing Jehan's turtle.

10. No assissting Gavroche in stealing Javert's hat.

11. No assissting Gavroche in stealing anything.

12. Courfeyrac and I are no longer allowed to have goldfish, because they scare the damn devil-cat.

13. Noah and Joe (my little brothers) are not allowed to teach Gavroche any sport of any kind. Not after the football incident.

14. Grantaire, Courfeyrac and I arent allowed to have any more flashmobs.

15. Courfeyrac is not allowed to teach me, Noah, Joe, and Erin any more swear words in French.

I walked into school on the first day of eighth grade, pulling Gavroche with me.

"I dont wanna!" He whined.

"Neither do I. But we dont. Have. A. Choice!" I yelled at him for the 124th time.

All of my friends came up to hug the both of us, we were both new to the school last year.

Gavroche did that wierd, high-five-handshake-thingy with his guy friends, while I squealed and prentended to be excited to see people I hated. Ugh. Sometimes I wish I were a boy.

"So what class do we have first?" Gavroche asked. We had te same scheadule.

"Honor Chior." I told him. We had both tried out for honor chior last year, and had both gotten in.

After Honor Chior, we had normal chior, then photogrophy, and then social studies. It had seemed to be a pretty normal morning, until lunch. We were sitting at our normal tabel, minding our own buisness, when all of a sudden, thirteen fimilar faces marched through the lunch room, drawing a very big amount of attention.

"Gavroche! Abby!" Called Èponine. She, Cosette, Musichetta, Joly, Bosette, Courfeyrac, Grantaire, Enjolras, Feuilly, Jehan, Marius, Bharole, and Combferre. Crowded around our lunch table.

"What?" I hissed.

"You and Azelma switched lunches by mistake," Ponine explained.

"Why does it matter? We all get the same thing?" I asked.

"Yes, but this one says Abby and that one says Azelma."

"Èponine, I think we might be embarrassing them."

"No, we arent!"

"Yes we are! Gavroche's face looks like a tomatoe and Abby is anout to rip open your throat."

"Maybe we should go..."

I growled.

"Kay, well have a nice day!" And the all scattered, leaving Gavroche and I to finish the day in peace. More or less.