Gavroche's short legs were not so slow as they all thought. He ran up as the group hurried through the city, crying out "Vive La Republique!" and gathering materials for the barricade.

Enjolras stood at the head of them. Gavroche admired Enjolras above them all. He was big and strong, and was so violently passionate about the poor. Gavroche was too. He had been born after his sisters, when the inn was gone and so was the money. He did not admire his father. He considered Thenardier a greedy drunk pig hardly fit to be a father. But Gavroche cared not for family, not for Eponine or Azelma or his parents. He wanted to fight. He would prove he was more than a child, the little child they all suspected him to be.
Running alongside him was Camille, his little playmate, who enjoyed being his playmate more than he enjoyed having her as his. She followed him everywhere, a constant admirer. She didn't get in the way much so usually he just brushed her off and ignored her. But tonight she had to leave. This was no place for some bratty girl. There would be real fighting!

"'Mille, you can't come today!" he said, pushing her away.

"Why not?" she whined. "You always shove me away Gavroche, but I'm just as old as you are"

"Yes, but," he sighed. "But you're a girl!" He could tell he'd hit a wrong note as she glared at him, cheeks burning.

"Gavroche, don't you dare say that! I never wanted to be a girl! And I can fight well as you, and you know it yourself!" It was true. Camille has given him more than one bloody nose in numerous fist fights.

"Look," he rolled his eyes."You can come with me but stay in the cafe during the fighting."

"If," he added hopefully, "you should get scared of the, uh, goins' on, feel free to go home, but be careful," he finished, with his hand on her shoulder.

"I'm never scared stupid, and I'm not daft enough to get shot. And you better not be either!" Although her countenance was firm, her face betrayed a hint of worry.

Gavroche saw it. "Oh, Camille. Please. I'm more of a man than all these guys combined!" Gavroche pushed her playfully in the shoulder, straightening up to show just how much more of a man he was. He continued hurrying after the mob of students who had left him behind.

As they hurried on, Camille began to speak. "Are you scared"
"No!" Gavroche snapped quickly. His face relaxed a bit and he spoke more softly. "Come on 'Mille, when have I ever been afraid of anything?" He grinned at her and ran on.
"Gav, I'm scared." she said slowly and quietly. Silence passed for some seconds.

Gavroche finally smiled, slapped her shoulder teasingly, and said staunchly "Don't worry, I'll protect you!" And no more was said. Gavroche gave a cry, beating his chest with a single hand and ran off to beg one of the students for a gun.

Note:
Gavroche was shot and killed collecting cartridges in the street against the advice of his peers. Camille was shot shortly after when she ran out in the street to revive her playmate.