A/N Thanks to everyone who has already reviewed, followed, and favorited. I really appreciate it! I'm glad you guys are enjoying it. Here's another modern chapter, mostly for laughs. Once again, inspired by my amis.

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The ice cream tub.

"Annnd we have, your favorite, pink icing." Courfeyrac said, wrinkling his nose as he looked through the refrigerator.

"Had that for breakfast." Gavroche replied, also looking around the fridge.

"You had- Never mind. Just don't tell Eponine.. Or Enjolras."

"I'm not stupid."

Gavroche flung the pantry door open and glanced around, "We have NOTHING to eat!"

Courfeyrac laughed lightly to himself, then opened the freezer part of the fridge.

"Find something in here. But do it before Enjolras gets home and gripes at me for not feeding you that healthy crap."

"Alright." Gavroche shrugged, and knelt down where Courfeyrac was, looking through the small freezer,

"Fudgecicles! You've got to be kidding me!" He reached in, and pulled out the box of said fudgecicles, and shook it upside down. To his disappointment, it was empty.

Gavroche threw his head back in defeat, groaning loudly.

"Wait a minute," Courfeyrac reached deeper into the freezer, and pulled out a small tub of java chip frappuccino Star Bucks ice cream.

"What about this?"

Gavroche looked at the ice cream longingly, but shook his head. "No, I don't think that's such a good idea."

Courfeyrac held it out for the boy, "Why not?"

"That's Bahorel's."

Courfeyrac nodded, "Yes, that I bought. Go ahead."

Gavroche took the tub and began to eat the ice cream.

The two sat in their shared room in silence.

"This is good." Gavroche mused, after a while.

Courfeyrac chuckled lightly, and flipped through the text messages that appeared on his cell phone.

They were both content with the silence, and felt a bit frustrated when the door to the shared house flung open.

"We're home!" Yelled Grantaire. And the house was filled soon after with the rest of the amis' voices.

There was a knock on the bedroom door. Courfeyrac stood up, and walked over there, he opened the door and smiled slightly when he saw Enjolras.

Within a few minutes, the two were sitting on the bed and Enjolras was explaining to them the newest plan of how they would rally the people to their cause.

"…you see, it's retaliation. If we bring to the people's attention just what their unjust government has done, they will want revenge. They will retaliate, and rise."

The two continued to stop, the hum of all the other's voices in the background, none particularly sticking out until one of the deepest voices echoed through every room of the house.

"Where is MY ice cream?!"

Courfeyrac looked over to Gavroche, who had been patting his belly, and sighing with an empty ice cream tub in his hand. But now sat straight up, eyes wide open.

"You said it'd be fine!" He accused Courfeyrac, before crawling under the bed.

Not a minute later, Bahorel barged through the door and walked straight to where Gavroche laid under the bed.

"You took my ice cream! I was gonna have that for dessert!" Bahorel's voice took on an almost whiney tone, as he accused the little boy.

"Courfeyrac said it was okay!" Gavroche squeaked, still wide eyed and terrified.

Slowly, Bahorel's large frame turned towards a fleeing Courfeyrac.

"Get back here!" Bahorel yelled, before barreling towards him.

It took a bit of a fight from both the boys, but in the end, Bahorel had caught them both.

"You will both learn, not to take ice cream that does not belong to you. I even wrote my name on that tub!"

The three, entered the bathroom together, and the door clicked as it was locked.

The rest of the amis, had gathered around the bathroom door, curious as to what was happening.

Whispers filled the hallway, as possibilities were tossed around.

"…going to put soap in their eyes…"

"…tie them up to the shower curtain…"

"…shave their heads bald.."

At the last possibility mentioned, Eponine snapped.

She pounded her fist on the door and mustered up her best threatening voice. "Bahorel, I refuse for you to shave my little brother's hair! Don't you dare hurt him, either! Otherwise, you've got me to answer to."

"Courfeyrac had such nice hair." Jehan, muttered sadly.

"Open the door, Bahorel. Whatever you've done, I'm sure it's been enough already." Enjolras said, his tone even as always.

"Yes sir!" Called back an all-too-cheerful Bahorel.

There were two toilet flushes, then the door was opened. Bahorel exited the bathroom and grinned at his handiwork.

Courfeyrac, and Gavroche both stood before the amis, with sopping wet heads. The result, of swirls for both of them.

"What in the name of France happened to you?" Enjolras demanded.

"Retaliation." Courfeyrac answered, a bit of toilet water falling from his mouth as he did so.

A/N I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Please review, favorite, and follow. Also, remember to request! Thanks for reading! God Bless.

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