AN: So this pertains to my other story, and this is a collection of one- shots about Juliet and her friends, because I could never have the patience to actually make up a story and type it.
Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or Les Miserables; they belong to Rick Riordan and Victor Hugo, respectively.
STORYTIME!
(This takes place a year or so after Juliet died).
Gav was walking quickly down the street of St. Michel, keeping an eye out for the police or the National Guard (hey, you never know), when he suddenly heard tiny sobs. He peeked down the alley he had just passed, not very smart of him, and looked for the source of the noise.
Sitting on a wooden crate was a little girl, about seven years old. She had her head in her hands and was staring at the gutter at her feet.
"Hey, kid," Gav whispered, "what's the matter?"
"I- I tripped and dropped my money, now we can't buy food." The little girl started to cry harder.
"Kid- kid calm down, it'll be fine. I'll help you get more money." Gav stuttered. He was never good around kids. Or girls. Or the police. Actually, he wasn't good with people in general. Go figure.
The girl glanced at him, and he noticed that she had the same dark eyes as his old friend, Juliet. He felt a little sad, but decided to ignore it. You couldn't afford to have feelings on the streets.
"But the factory's closed now. How will we get it?" she asked timidly.
He winked at her. "Leave that to me."
A few hours later, Gav returned to the alley and found the little girl giggling. He grinned.
"What are you laughing' at, kid?" He asked with a smile.
The girl glanced behind him. "Nothing."
He decided to drop it, and handed her a few sous. The girl smiled up at him.
"Thank you." She said shyly. He gave her a mischievous grin.
"No problem. What's your name, kid?"
She gave him another small smile. "Estelle. Do you know any stories?"
He was definitely surprised. "Uh… why?"
Estelle shrugged. "I like stories. Do you know any?" He realized that she was stalling.
He studied her. "You don't have a home, do you?" She looked down, ashamed.
"Sorry," She whispered, "you can have your money back. I just wanted to buy food."
He shook his head. "You can keep it… and, actually, I do know a story." She grinned as he sat next to her.
"Well… it's about a princess…"
"Did she have hair like me?" Estelle asked, fingering her blonde locks.
"No, this princess had red hair… but you have the same eyes as her." Gav watched as the child brightened up considerably.
"So, this princess, she hated being rich."
"She did?"
"Yes. So, she ran away, and she met a servant boy. They became best friends, and went on lots of adventures together-"
"Like what?" the girl asked eagerly.
"Well…"
Crouched behind a wooden plank in the alley, Juliet Darkheart watched the pair, and smiled.
AN: So, yeah. I thought this would be a good story to start with. In case it wasn't obvious, Juliet was the one making Estelle laugh. Tell
me what you thought of this so far.