The sun rose early in the morning. Gavroche was still sound asleep when Courfeyrac awoke. He popped the kinks in his back that had been caused from sleeping on the ground. He sat and wondered for a moment why he was even on the ground. Then he remembered Gavroche, the boy he found wandering in the life-threatening weather.
Courfeyrac stood up and stretched before walking down the stairs to the floor where his friends were. Only two or three people where up: Enjolras, Joly, and Grantaire. Enjolras looked up to Courfeyrac as he walked over to the small group.
"Good morning, Courfeyrac." Enjolras said with a face of suspicion.
"Good morning." He replied, trying not to act obvious.
"Why were you out so late, Courf?" Grantaire asked, already having a drink.
Really? At this hour? Courfeyrac thought before answering, "I had forgotten something at the Cafe."
"It doesn't take one that long to travel from here to the ABC Cafe." Joly pointed out.
"So, what got you distracted?" Enjolras questioned.
Courfeyrac shrugged. "There was a boy out in the cold, freezing to death. Javert was about to catch him. I saw him on my way to the Cafe and took him there with me."
"Where is the boy now?"
Courfeyrac hesitated for a bit before finally answering, "Upstairs."
"You kidnapped a child?!" Cried Joly.
The young student shook his head, "No! No, I didn't. His parents threw him out on the streets. The Thenardier's!"
"Thenardier! That retched old man!" Grantaire exclaimed.
Enjolras was calm about the situation. "What are you planning to do with the boy?" He asked.
Courfeyrac looked to the blonde haired 'leader' of his group of friends. "Well, I decided that I would raise him." He simply stated.
"Raise a child? You've got to be joking." Joly said.
He shook his head. "But I'm not. This boy will be one of us. He is going to fight for our cause, Enjolras. If I raise him, I will teach him."
"You're not but twenty years old, Courfeyrac. How will you raise a child?" Enjolras added.
"I wi-"
Courfeyrac was cut off when he saw Gavroche stumbling into the room they were in. His matted blond hair was going in all different directions, and his face was pale and thin. Enjolras, Grantaire, and Joly all stared at the boy. Gavroche absentmindedly walked over to Courfeyrac and leaned against him as he was still half asleep.
"Good morning, Gavroche." Courfeyrac said before picking the child up in his arms. "Did you sleep well?"
Gavroche made the slightest nod. Enjolras stood up and walked over to Courfeyrac. "I think he'll be a perfect fighter." He said.
"He would." Courfeyrac agreed.
Courfeyrac made breakfast for him and Gavroche. There was much inside Courfeyrac that was making him feel new. Gavroche was an extremely uneducated child who was also almost starved to death. Since Gavroche was only five, Courfeyrac felt that he was almost a fatherly figure to him, yet he did not want to ruin a friendship that was about to dawn.