Courfeyrac grumbled at the light clouds that casted over the city. He suspected from last night's storm that there would be side effects, but this just wasn't fair. Usually, the rain swept in with a mucky atmosphere, did its job, and then had its humidity turn into sharpness. The air would stick the portion of the city into a trap of bitter winds, one that snipped at your nose and hands.

Technically, it was spring (the name promising sunny afternoons with pleasant breezes), but this year winter didn't seem to want to leave. It hung around and tormented the people of Paris, and today's victim: Julien. He tightly wrapped his wool scarf around his nose (which is a very sensitive area to the young man, mind you!) and tore a neon yellow sticky note off its pad. He scribbled a message for his friend, claiming to pick him up once he got off work, and firmly applied it to his own window. As he clock struck eight, he didn't have time to stick around to see if Jehan received it, for work started at eight-thirty.

He trudged through the hallway, dodging rabid siblings and answering his mom's rapid questions about his schedule for the weekend. Courfeyrac finally made his way to the back, unlocking his beat-up back from the bike rack, and made his merry way towards the animal shelter.

It was the first day of spring break, and the teen wasn't too happy spending it on work. Don't get him wrong; he loves animals and being able to save a lot of them. But sometimes his hours were just ridiculous. Eight-thirty to four on a Saturday seemed a bit rude for Julien. They had to understand he had a life, right?

Besides the fact his transportation was a bike he had for years, the air naturally drying his hair into a heavy mess of frizzy curls, and he stayed up way too late just thinking about things, he actually wasn't in that sour of a mood.

He blames the puppies.

The day wasn't as bad as it started; he had many friends to take care of and play with, him spoiling the animals. (One time, he tried to take home all the animals. If it wasn't for Enjolras' smooth talking, he would have been arrested.) Eponine actually dragged Gavroche all the way there to have Courfeyrac help him with his homework. Mental note: If Julien has to solve one more long division problem he will start crying. And his dear friend Isaac Combeferre stopped by to deliver him lunch. It wasn't his fault, honestly. A rushed morning caused the slightly scatter brained boy to forget to pack a lunch. And going on with work on an empty stomach just wasn't an option. And Comebferre's motherly-senses were tingling, proven by the text that was sent to Julien.

Fifteen minutes later Isaac arrived with a homemade meal just for Courfeyrac. Mr. Mom to the rescue!

After that lovely visit, he had two hours ago. The majority spent on wrestling with the rodents, anxiously waiting for the clock to turn, but his impertinence was passed aside when he started to compare his friends to the animals currently residing in the shelter. Somehow, that made the clock turn faster, and before he knew it, Julien was flying down the side walk on his bike.

The bicycle was quickly forgotten, alongside with his scarf, as the stocky teen thrashed his way upstairs. He was a mess, and looking disheveled was something Courfeyrac wasn't proud of. Quickly he discarded his nasty t shirt that smelled of dog, pushed his hair back with one of his little sister's headbands (her plain, black, elastic ones mind you. Not her preferred sparkly ones) A simple green shirt was tossed over his head, along with a light grey hoodie.

Now, he knew his promise he made to the boy next door, and wouldn't forget in the world, but he needed to be prepared for his adventure. Grabbing a deflated black back pack, he stocked it with useless things that would only come in handy if they were stuck in an extremely odd situation. The only items that seemed normal were a few snacks he prepared.

Crawling out from his window, Julien made way across to the other's with the ease of that of a tom cat; strong legs carrying him abroad. Knuckles rapped against glass, and an easy pause was noticed. Shuffles followed, the window sliding open and two pale blue eyes crinkled in delight. "H-Hey."

"Hey." Courfeyrac replied back, giving him a small two fingered wave.

Jehan slid out of the way, scuffling about his room to tidy up and get ready. This gave Julien time to look at his room. It was nothing big; pale white walls had color samples taped against the wall in pastel colors, along with shades of chocolate and greys. Boxes were littered around the room, and the only furniture was a twin bed shoved by the window- not Julien's window, as he dubbed it himself. A closet was placed opposite from the bed, and a desk by the head of his bed. He wanted to offer his services in helping the guy unpack, but was cut off from his thoughts as Jean brushed a few stray hairs out of his face, huffing at them annoyingly. "Okay, sorry about that. But I'm ready to go n-now."

His smile was infectious, and Courf soon found himself grinning back at his companion. Swiveling the bag around, he unzipped it. "Oh, dude- if you have anything, I brought a back pack. 'Cause you know, every adventurer needs an awesome back pack."

Prouvaire peered curiously inside, picking inside to pull out a teddy bear. He looked up at him with a face that was full of confusion and borderline horror.

"You never know- we might find some kid who's lost his mom in the store or somethin'."

"We're just going out to buy a new plant."

"I'm sorta of a handy guy."

"Like Dora."

"Exactly like Dora."

Jehan let out whispery laughs, muttering "dork" underneath his breath, before placing the bear back with care. Shaking his head, Julien noticed that the ash blond male grabbed a leather bound notebook and a green pen before they rushed out of his room.

His place was lovely; large actually. Very feminine, so Julien concluded that perhaps his father wasn't around and/or he had sisters. It was actually quite large, four stories if you concluded the attic. Jehan stated his mother was out on work, which proved his no dad theory. He didn't pressure him for answers however, just decided to stroll alongside him on the street.

Julien turned around, moving in a skip-walk sort of fashion so he was able to face Jehan but still be beside him at the same time. Luckily, the side walk was surprisingly empty today, so he didn't have to worry about accidental bump-ins. "So there's this really great floral shop a few blocks from here- my friend used to work here, and it's great for like- bouquets and stuff. "

Jehan shook his head, subconsciously walking slower as he dabbled in his notebook. "Tha-that's usually what floral shops are for." He countered back, with a hint of a teasing smile.

"Oh shut up, you prick."

The smaller lad chuckled impishly.

Quickly, Courfeyrac found himself in great fondness of his new friend. He could write faster and somehow managed to get green ink all of his fingers, and even though he had a perfectly useable notebook right in front of him he recorded notes on his own skin. Julien noted that, and scolded him on getting ink poisoning. Jehan quickly replied that it was better to live shorter doing the things you loved.

Which resulted into a silly argument that carried them to the coffee shop.

"Well it's still better than rotting up in an office building and living to ninet-" Jehan stuck by his statement proudly, but eyes widened as he felt himself being lurched around.

Seizing him by the shoulders, Courfeyrac managed a ridiculous and over exaggerated face. "Listen, we're here on a mission. We have to find the plant- now I'm not talking about just any plant here; I'm talking about the plant, the one that will cure everything evil in the world."

Somehow Jehan squiggled out of his grasp and pushed on through the door, a shrill chimed the air that cut of Julien's silly rambles. They parted ways, and when Courf was sure he found the right plant, Jehan only shook his head.

Which pissed him off because this plant looked exactly like the one before, but no, it was to "springy." What did that even mean?

Whatever. After five minutes, the teen gave up and hung out in the corner, replying to texts, when that crafty bastard snuck up on him. "Gu-guess what!"

"Shit dude!" He jumped, scrambling to catch his phone. Running a hand through his hair, he looked down. "What?"

"I just got a job." His eyes lit up, as if it was the greatest thing that's ever happened to him. "I've never had a job before- not even seventy two hours in this city and I found a job."

"Here?"

"Yeah!" He nodded, pleased with himself. Julien shoved him affectionately, and Jehan tried to shove him back but with no avail. His frame was too tiny. "Oh, I also found the right plant. It's waiting on the counter for you."

Julien stalked over the check out, mouth agape at the plant. "This isn't even the same one!" He whined, picking it up as he pouted at Jean.

"I know- I liked this one better." It was healthy, with multiple flowers that were attached to flowing stalks that drooped over the edges. Shaking his head in mocking disapproval, the two friends made way back to their respective homes. They spent the next hour trying to hook the damn thing up, which was increasingly difficult because Courfeyrac fumbled the hook out of his hand, which dropped down. Jehan forced him down to go retrieve it too. When he clambered his way back up to the sill, Jean was sitting comfortably crossed-legged, braiding his hair to have it out of his face. The pot was hung above the upper right corner of his window, adding a homely touch to it all. He questioned if he should start growing ivy over his window, but Courf was too busy complaining about all the effort he made climbing up and down to retrieve something he didn't even need to.

The poet responded with a cheeky smile. "I just wanted to see you suffer."

"You're the devil, Jean Prouvaire."

"Quite the contrary; everyone thi-thinks I'm an angel." He crooned, batting his eyes for effect. Julien burst out laughing, happiness poking at his chest. This kid, he was definitely a keeper.

The two swapped numbers, and just lounged around the rest of the afternoon on his sill. Soon after, Jehan seemed to pull a blue pen out of nowhere and dragged Courf's arm over his lap. Uncapping the pen, he wrote steadily against the skin, and Julien did his best not to twitch at the touch of the pen. After a minute, Jehan released it, before patting him on the shoulder and whispering a good night. He climbed back into his room, and that was the last of Jehan he saw that night.

Pulling up his sleeve, he read the lines that the boy inked on him.

"The flower will bloom another year.
Adieu, adieu.- I fly, adieu-
I vanish in the heaven's blue."

Julien only shook his head, soft chuckles gracing the air as he took a picture of the excerpt. What an odd friend he has.


hi im late and this is short and not well written but i really wanted to update it today? love me

poem by john keats god bless his soul

also i have the names for the barricade babes be proud

gabriel enjolras
isaac combeferre
julien courfeyrac
remy grantaire (thank you Chaos of A Butterfly!)
louis bahorel
lucasfeuilly
jehan prouvaire
nicolas joly
philippe lesgle

yeAAHHH

also next chapter will include possible bahorel because i am bahorel bahorel is me and courf and jehan painting and decorating his room VuV

thank you for the lovely reviews!~

also im planning on writing a Hawaiian les mis fic because i love beach towns? i dunno if you go to my profile you can see all my fic ideas jdksa