First things first, I would like to say sorry for how long it has taken me to update. It has been a very busy week, with work and prom and theatre. Free time hasn't come easily. Also, we are going through a bit of a heat wave here at the moment and I swear that there has been times that I feel as if my brain is melting.

I hope to be able to update my other three stories soon

I hope you like this, there is fluff going to drama…

"Are we going to get pretty dresses to match our hair ribbons Gavroche? Are we?" Leola asked as they skipped down rue plumet, Annabelle, Nicolette and Camille walking alongside them

"Oh yes Gavroche, can you imagine how pretty I would be" Annabelle giggled, bouncing with excitement.

Camille found herself rolling her eyes. They lived on the street, running day by day to find the food that they needed to survive. Why should they be so concerned about the hair ribbons and the dresses? She had begun to think that they were trying to look the best in order to impress Gavroche. She smiled to herself. She was the second in command, she was Gavroche's favourite.

"You may girls" Gavroche smiled running to number 55 to see Cosette sitting in her garden, waiting for them. Gavroche had told her about how excited the three girls had got when he had given them the hair ribbons and was eager to bring more happiness into their street lives.

"Bonjour Gavroche, bonjour petite Mademoiselles" Cosette smiled moving to open the gate to let the five children in. Valjean stood inside, watching the group from the window. This was what Cosette was like, she always wanted to bring more happiness to everyone she could.

The formal greeting made the girls giggle and Camille found herself gripping Gavroche's hand as they walked into the home of the rich. As the group entered the lounge, they saw four beautiful dresses designed for little girls laid out for them. "Here we go girls, these were mine but I thought that you would like them" Cosette smiled, guiding the girls to where the dresses were. Gavroche stayed back, talking with Valjean and smiling brightly as the older man gave him bread and cheese. This trip to the house on Rue Plumet was purely to back his girls happy. Some were fancier than others. Annabelle dashed for the most decorated one, a pink gown covered in delicate lace and floral. Leola chose a mint green gown, with silk trim. Neither they nor Nicolette paid attention to the most plain of the dresses, a dark red gown with black trim. It was simple and plain but it was the dress that Camille chose.

Cosette took the girls to change into their new dresses, fixing their hair in any style that they desired. Annabelle, the most girly of the group, loved Cosette's fair curls and sat patiently as Cosette brought her hair into curls and decorated it with a halo of elaborate pins. Leola, in her green curls, had her long tangled brown hair plaited neatly, decorated with silk ribbons at the ends. Nicolette, in a blue gown, had her hair down. Camille, as simple as she could be, in her dark red dress rather than her usual shirt and trousers had her dark brown almost red hair half up and half down. Her ringlet curls were natural, and the ribbon holding the hair in place was black complimenting the colour.

Gavroche could barely recognise them when he saw them in the finery. He hadn't been surprised to see Annabelle in the most elaborate dress; she had always loved to watch the rich young ladies in the gardens. He smiled brightly at Camille, the simple dress suited her. "Mon Anges" He smiled kissing their hands making them laugh and blush. He blushed when he kissed Camille's hand.

Cosette giggled. "I see that these young ladies have you wrapped around their little finger's Gavroche" She smiled.

He nodded, smiling as the girl's surrounded him, Camille's hand slipping back into his. "Yeah, Camille here is my second in command"

"Second in command?" Cosette giggled. "Or beau?

Gavroche blushed scarlet as Camille kissed his cheek.

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He was late now. Having missed the last meeting to take Camille on the picnic to the river, he knew that Enjolras would be furious at him for being late. After walking the girls in their new fine dresses back to the elephant, he ran as fast as he could to the meeting, panting as he ran into the meeting room.

"Decided to come this time then" Grantaire said looking up from his space by the window.

"You're late" Enjolras sighed "You really should be putting more effort in if you really want to be a part of this"

"I was just late once alright?" Gavroche replied, instantly coming on with the attitude in attempt to show he was not afraid of an angry Enjorlas.

"What did I say about this attitude Gavroche?" Enjolras said, looking the child in the eye.

"Stop it" Gavroche shrugged moving around the table to sit in his usual place next to Courfeyrac. Even Courfeyrac gave him a warning look. "I'll stop the attitude if you stop being bossy"

Enjolras rolled his eyes looking to Combeferre before looking back at Gavroche "You want to be an Amis Gavroche, come to the meetings when you are supposed to"

"At least I have a life outside of the café" Gavroche mumbled, loud enough for Enjolras to hear.

"I don't want to hear another word out of you tonight, understand" Enjolras snapped, glaring at the child "Another show of attitude like that and believe me Gavroche I will not be complaining that you are not here"

Gavroche crossed his arms across his chest, turning in his chair to look out of the window. He hated being bossed around by Enjolras. He really looked up to the chief of the group as an idol, but why did he have to be like this?

"Aww are you sulking now Gavroche?" Grantaire smirked looking across at him.

Gavroche made no effort to reply, he was silent and shut away in his own little world. As he sat peering out of the window, the light from a nearby window lit the street below. Four figures walked the cobbles, three large and tall one much smaller and thinner. Pressing himself against the glass, he gaped. It was three young men, rough around the edges, and a little girl, a ribbon holding her hair in place. One of the young men had his hand wrapped tightly around the girl's wrist in a painful position. For a moment, she looked up as if whispering to the heavens above. Gavroche felt his stomach drop.

It was Camille.

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