I originally planned Forever More to be a one shot... but due to reviews I'm putting another chapter! And who knows, if there's enough reviews, there might be a third ;). Pass this on to your Les Miserab addicted friends! Thanks for the helpful reviews again, and enjoy! P.S. look up the meaning of jeune amour 3

Seven years later.

Gavroche leaned against the grimy brick wall of an abandoned ally. A pang of hunger stabbed his insides as he reminisced about his last meal the day before. The decadent taste of a fresh baguette mixed with the exhilarating adrenaline after-effect of a successful steal was the most glorious feeling in the world.

He also thought about Cosette. Lovely, sweet Cosette. His best friend since the age of seven, when the wonderful miracle of her arrival occurred. Now being fourteen, he had developed strong feelings for her. How couldn't he? She was beautiful and kind. Every morning they met in the alley off of Jeune Amour Boulevard and Cosette brought Gavroche whatever left over food lay around her spacious home. It was nothing compared to the king's men's colossal mansions, but much greater than anywhere he would ever live. Oh, the king. Fury was ignited inside the boy whenever the king was mentioned. Whenever the noblemen paraded through the streets, flaunting all the luxuries they had that the town's people never would. Even wealthier businessmen like Jean Valjean.

Suddenly, Gavroche was awoken from his thoughts as a voice he knew well called out, "Bonjour!"

He never felt nervous around the girl, but Gavroche still wished he had washed his face that morning. It was surprising how fast the dirt piled on, "Morning, Cosette!"

"Look what I've brought!" She giddily dropped her cloth messenger bag on the cobblestone and Gavroche hungrily stuffed his fists in.

He came out with a croissant dripping with butter. Lifting it to his mouth, he was prepared to shove it all in, when he tore it in half tossed the larger half to Cosette with a wink, " 'ere you go, madame,"

She giggled, "Oh, you shouldn't have!"

Cosette smoothed the skirt of her dress down and slumped down next to Gavroche. He silently relished the feeling of her shoulder against his while eating a second pastry. He hoped that she felt the same secret love for him he did for her. Someday, possibly, he would let her know how he felt.

"You'll never guess what, Gavroche," Cosette gushed, "There's a boy named Marius who lives down the street, and he came to my door today. My Papa answered the door, and Marius gave him a rose to give to me!"

Gavroche was stunned, "Have you met this 'Marius' before?"

"Never! It's quite surprising really," Cosette chewed her lip thoughtfully.

Well, that was something. Gavroche took comfort in the fact that Cosette didn't know this boy very well. She would obviously fall for someone like him first, whom she was close with. Never a boy whom she hadn't exchanged one word with. Even so, Gavroche new his time to make a move need to happen soon. He was determined to get Cosette before her new admirer did.

Without thinking Gavroche grabbed Cosette's hand. He hadn't done that since they were children. This time he intended it to mean more than just a declaration of friendship. Cosette's soft skin warmed his palm. She didn't even acknowledge the gesture, but didn't pull away either. Gavroche only had a moment to fully enjoy the fact he was holding the love of his life's hand before she broke the silence.

"And Marius's father is the new nobleman sent straight from the king,"