She was more than you deserved

by EmmaCullen23

*Non-romance FF!* Elodie is a young girl living admits the June Rebellion. However, our story starts 2 years prior, in 1830. She reveals her secrets with the men she comes to think of as brothers. Yet they loose touch for almost a year, both sides assuming the other's dead. What will happen when they cross paths again? And what exactly, caused one of them to walk away?

2. Chapter 1- Put the bottle down, now

A/N: Woohoo! Officially chapter 1! Anyone else excited?!

As usual, expect updates around once, maybe twice a week! And please feel free to shoot me a PM on how to improve, what you think of it, etc.

Hope you all enjoy the chapter and I'll see you at the bottom!

The first one to introduce himself is Coufeyarc. He seems friendly…enough. He's quite protective of Gavroche, which is different. But then again, when's the last time I went out?

There's a girl sitting in the corner, almost out of sight.

"Gav..." I tug on his sleeve

"Mmhmm?"

"Who's that?" I ask, pointing to the girl in the corner.

"Oh!" He starts to pull me to her "That's 'Ponine, mon souer. Elle á dix-neuf ans."

"That's neat! You'll introduce me, won't you?"

" 'Course I will! C'mon!"

Once we reach the girl in the corner, I can see as her eyes soften when she notice's Gavroche.

"Hey there kiddo!" She smiles and ruffles his mop of dirty blonde curls

"Ponine!" Gav reaches up to swat off her hands "Stop it!"

"Okay, okay!" A small smile tugs on her lips "Who's your friend Gav?"

"That," He says proudly "is Elodié! She's my new best friend. Right El?

Suddenly feeling incredibly shy, all I can muster is a weak nod.

"Well I'm Eponine. It's very nice to meet Gavroche's best friend!" She frowns looking at the clock "I'm sorry you two, but I have to go."

"Oh." Is all Gavroche says, looking at his feet.

'Hey," She lightly perks up his chin "I'll be back later."

Instantly I feel like I'm intruding on a moment, so I take a few steps back.

"Alright Ponine, bye."

She dashes down the stairs, sending Gav an apologetic smile.

"Ey Gav! C'mon o'er here!" Coufeyarc calls from the table.

That snaps him out of his trance.

"C'mon El!" He takes my hand again, leading me back to the table.

A bigger man with dark curls pulls out a chair for me "Merci m'sier"

He smiles slightly "It's not a problem kid. And please just call me Grantaire"

"And you" I stick out my hand "can call me Elodié."

"That's a very pretty name"

"Thank you! I was named for my grandmother actually"

"That's great kid." And that's when I see it; the bottle of wine. Almost instantaneously, I flinch away, scooting my chair in the other direction, bumping into another man in the process.

The man I bumped into must have seen the fear in my eyes "Hey, what's wrong?"

My voice is trembling "The w-wine.. my p-papa used to d-drink.. then.." I trail off into a sob.

"Shh.." He pulls me onto his lap "I'm Combreffere, but I'll tell you what. You can call me Comb. Now what can I call you?"

"E-Elodie"

Still smoothing my hair, he mouths to Grantaire "Put it down, now!"

A/N: AAH THIS CHAPTER'S SO BAD AND IT'S BEYOND LATE TOO! I'm sooooo sorry! I've been crazy busy- but I promise an update next Sunday! And…review maybe?

Happy Easter/late Passover everyone!

See you all next week!

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