Chapter 2

Mid-June of 1831

For the past month of being house-less I'd say life was okay. Well…maybe it wasn't okay but it was better than most of the people sitting on the streets waiting to die.

Gavroche and some of his friends and I are somewhat of a team, as much as I hate to say it, of thieves. For example: I'll distract the man at the fruit stand with daily conversation and he'd take some fruit from behind the cart. Not enough to know there was some missing though. And since he's little, pick pocketing isn't too hard for him.

I don't see my mother anymore. To be honest I don't know what happened to her. She was gone after I came back after I met Gavroche. Yeah, I had spent a few days crying/sulking over this but I have to move on if I want to survive.

"You think we're gonna have to keep this up forever, 'Roche?" I asked coincidently biting into part of and apple, then handing the rest to him, to eat. "I reall'y 'ope not but I'm 'fraid so.." His face had sunken in and he looked ready to whimper like a puppy. "Maybe if I was able to get a job and you pick pockets enough, we might be able to at least rent something over a period of time…?" And of a sudden he perked back up. "I 'adn't even thought 'o that. Sre would be nice to sleep indoors for a change." I then thought to the next few months.. what would happen when winter hit? Our fingers would probably freeze off! "Hey Gavroche I-" Walking past us was a group of …schoolboys?

Not a group, it seemed like a hoard. A bunch of them were laughing, one was even swinging an empty booze bottle in the air. Two of them seemed to pay no attention. One boy with brown hair and freckles on his face seemed to be smiling but not in on anything. But the one in front of everyone, almost like he was leading them, was who caught my eyes. His hair was blond with curls Not going to lie, I was jealous. Those beautiful locks compared to my dirty brown hair? Come on. I don't know how to describe it but it looked like he had a determined scowl on his face.

"Hey Gavroche!"

And suddenly he jumped up and ran over to them. Leaving me behind, on the ground, with a quarter of an apple left. I couldn't hear them but he jumped in on their convo and it was smiles all around. And then he pointed his finger at me and maybe twelve pairs of eyes were turned towards me. Including the one I was staring at before.

Well my snow white face is now a bright tomato.

Next thing I know is the boy with the bottle is in front of me. "Whats a pretty girl like you sitting in the road with dirty little 'Roche?"

"Hey!" I heard Gavroche yell and he was back at my side. "Leave the la'y alone, she's my friend." It seems as though I can see jealousy written on Gavroche's face. "Lady? Pardon me Mademoiselle." He bowed, but not without losing the grip on his bottle. The glass smashed in huge and small pieces on the road, beyond repair. "Shit, I was gonna reuse that…"

"Grantaire! Come along we can't waste anymore time, we have to get to the café." The blond boy yelled. "Oh yes your majesty!" 'Grantaire' smiled. And just like that everyone continued walking following him. Not before he turned around and said "Gavroche, your most certainly welcome to tag along and bring your 'girlfriend'." What?! Gavroche didn't seem to mind and right out of the gate, he grabbed my hand and held onto it as we followed behind Grantaire.

I didn't even get a word in to say anything…

Gavroche continued a conversation with Grantaire, but the whole time I continued to look at the blond locks beyond the crowd.

Grantaire seemed to notice and said "Oh, that's Enjolras. If he's caught your fancy, don't bother. It seems like he's too good for the female population." He laughed at this remark.

Enjolras…

Huzzah for being up at 2:40 on a school night 8DDDDDDDDDD