Yay! I love writing about love struck Gav-baby :) So cute :D

"I feel...real 'appy when I'm aroun' you. You are really...uh...pretty." Gavroche trailed off of his sentence. He couldn't think of what to say. Courfeyrac said to flatter her. Marie, who was sitting next to him, giggled.

"Thank you! You make me happy too!" She smiled at him, he smiled back. The two children were sitting on a bench at the market. The street was bustling with busy adults. Gavroche had just enough francs to buy some bread, so he took the loaf out of his pocket and broke it in half.

"'Ere, you can have the bigger 'alf." he offered, handing it to Marie. She thanked him again. Gavroche noticed Marie looking in a different direction, and he followed her gaze. She was looking at a beautiful girl and a man who seemed to be her father down the street. The girl wore a lacy yellow dress and a pretty white bonnet.

"Is 'at someone you know?" He asked. She shook her head.

"She just looks...so beautiful. I wish I looked like her." She replied sadly, as the girl walked away. She lowered her gaze to her feet.

"Don't say tha' about yourself! You're jus' as pretty as she is! No, yer more pretty than 'er!" He cried. Marie stared at him with wide, surprised eyes.

"Gav...don't try and flatter me, we both know she's prettier."

"Thas' because she 'as a lot of money! She makes 'erself look pretty with makeup an' stuff! You're pretty naturally!" He protested, taking her hand, "...You need to 'ave more confidence in yourself. I know it's not easy fer me to say...I've always 'ad confidence. But you've gotta believe in yer'self more!" Marie stared at the ground again.

"I...I know, it's just...Papa would always tell me how beautiful I was. Mum would do the same. I knew they would never lie, so I believed them. But..."

"But what? Who made fun of you? I'll take 'em on, one by one!" He yelled.

"J...Javert. The night you saved me, a week ago. When he pushed me, he called me an ugly spoiled brat. I know police never lie, so I believed him too." she began to cry. Gavroche scooted closer to her and held Marie to his chest. She buried her face in the crook of his neck. He knew he couldn't take on Javert. That damned inspector.

"Marie...it's alright. Look me in the eye. Look at me." She shifted and sat up. Her eyes were red and swollen, and two tracks of clear skin ran down her cheeks, dirt washed away by tears. He sighed, "you want me to prove that you're pretty? Cos' I'll say it. You make me feel so warm inside. I think you are the most beautiful girl I 'ave ever seen, an' no one comes close."

Marie's eyes widened. Her cheeks went pink.

"Gavroche, are you saying you love me?"

"Eh?"

"You know, like mum and dad kind of love."

Gavroche stared down at his feet again. The same bashful feeling from the cafe last week. Nodding slightly, he mumbled "yes". Marie's frown faded into a smile. She buried her face into his neck again, and took his hand into hers. Gavroche shifted, never experiencing something like this before, but didn't protest. He kinda liked it. He settled, more comfortable with the awkward situation.

"Ow! I can't believe you dragged me along to this. Leave the boy's love life alone, you twits!" Whispered Enjolras, angrily. He, Grantaire, Courfeyrac, and Joly hid underneath a closed merchant stand. Joly complained about how contaminated it was, but Courfeyrac had him stay.

"We have to make sure he doesn't mess up! The boy is like a little brother to me, and I want to make sure he succeeds in meeting a girl that is perfect for him!" Courfeyrac whispered back. Enjolras rolled his eyes.

"Isn't he too young?"

"He is a ten year old preparing to fight at a barricade. If he dies, I want him to experience love before then." Argued Courfeyrac.

"Why think so negatively?" Asked Grantaire. He suddenly gasped and pointed, "Look at the tyke! Look at 'im! That's my boy! Look at 'is little pink face!" He said, giggling. Enjolras couldn't help but grin a bit. He had to admit, Gavroche did look happier than usual. His eyes seemed brighter than they were that morning. The four Amis decided to leave, because Joly was beginning to cry and whine about the ants that crawled into his hair.

"Guess what our little Gav did today?" Sang Grantaire when they entered the cafe. Fueilly and Prouvaire stood up quickly, and Combeferre looked up from his book.

"The girl was lovely for her age, she got upset because she was beginning to lose confidence of how well she was. Our boy Gavroche told her just how beautiful she was, and now they're cuddling together on a bench!" Courfeyrac explained excitedly. Fueilly smiled and looked at Prouvaire, who laughed.

"Goodness, what a ladies' man!" joked Grantaire. Joly laughed. They talked and joked for a few hours, until a familiar voice sounded at the door.

"Bonjour, I'm back!"

"Gavroche, my boy! Come here and tell us about your day." Said Courfeyrac, reaching out his arms. Gavroche jumped into his lap.

"Well, me and Marie wen' to the market place. A fancy rich man dropped some money, so I bought some bread for me and 'er. And then...!" His face fell, "...and then...we saw a pretty blonde girl. Marie started crying, saying that she used to be that beautiful. I got mad, because she lost 'er confidence in 'erself. I told 'er that I thought she was pretty, and she didn't believe me. So I then told 'er..."

"...That you loved her." Joly finished Gavroche's sentence. The boy nodded.

"But I don't love 'er cos' she's pretty, I love 'er 'cos she's 'erself. And...I think she loves me too. I want to make Marie as happy as can be, because she deserves it." He said. Grantaire's joke smile faded. This wasn't a fake child romance...Gavroche really did love this girl. He didn't realize that the boy was so serious about it. Enjolras stood up. He beckoned Gavroche with his finger.

"Come here." He muttered.

"Are you gon' try to take me away from 'er?! No! I won' let you!" The boy protested.

"Gavroche, I want you to listen to me. Do you love this girl, and no one else?"

"Of course."

"Then listen to every word I say. If you break her heart, that day will be your last. I want you to protect Marie, and keep her happy every day. I want you to spend almost every minute with her. Don't you dare back away from her, ignore her, or anything." Said Enjolras. Gavroche snapped out of his shocked senses, and nodded.

Sorry that this chapter is shorter than the last, I promise the next one will be longer. If this gets 10 reviews, I'll write a one-shot for the tenth reviewer with whatever pairing they choose.

Thank you for reading so far, this is my first Les Mis fanfic. I'm surprised you are still reading it XD