Only one reveiw? That's sad. I feel so lonely over here! Anyways, school started two days ago, and I'm not quite sure how this will relate to my updating schedual...

So here we go! Chapter three!

Camille

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" I hiss to Gavroche, who is straining under my weight. The two of us are sneaking into my house to get my things.

"It's a great idea!" He says, his voice raspy as he tries not to collapse, "Now will you hurry it up?"

I roll my eyes, but give a tiny smirk as I crawl through my window. Once I get through, I inspect my things. The hut is small, but most of my things burned in the fire anyway. After a quick survey, I decide to grab all of my clothes, considering the fact that Nicollette may use them later. I also take all of the blankets and sheets off of my bed, and wander into the hallway closet, where I grab all of the bedding we own. Scampering down to the kitchen, I take all of our bread, grapes, a frying pan, a pot, and four water glassess. I wrap these things in various sheets, so they wont clatter around. Back in my room, I grab hair ribbons, a hair brush, my small looking-glass and my little music boc with the elephant on top. As an after thought, I sneak into my fathers room. I almost chuckle when I step inside. If mother were here, she would have been up in alert by the time a single toe was planted on the floor. But Father could sleep through anything. I go to the amour and dig out his wallet. Inside is 67 francs and 14 sous. I also grab mothers jewlery box, in case owe run out of money, and I grab the family portriet off of his desk. But I put it back. I dont have a family anymore.

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"Did you bring your whole house?" Hisses Gavroche as I hand the pile of blankets and sheets down to him.

I stifle a laugh. "Just about."

I hold on to the window-sill as Gavroche grabs my feet, leading me to his shoulders. I turn around, still having a death grip on the window, and on a leap of faith, let go. He stops my ankles from braking cathing me under my arms. He gently sets me down. I smooth my dress. As we gather up the various items I had collected from my house, I couldnt help but pondering over the fact that my leap of faith from the window was very similar from my leap of faith from being a nice, nearly bourogise girl, to being a tough, rowdy street girl. At least I would be happy.

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I opened the door to the hut. It was nice. It wasnt leaky or drafty. Built into the wall closest to the door was a small fire place. A tiny table was set up there with a tiny chair for Nicollette. On the wall across from the door was a window, and underneath was a bed. A real bed that had already been there when the children found the place. It belonged to Navet. On the wall to the right, there was a ladder leading up to the small loft, which Gavroche had claimed flr himself. There was another bed up there that he had offered to Navet, but he preferred to stay near his sister, who slept in the tiny room under the loft. An old amrour was next to her bed, and a writing desk claimed the oppostite wall.

"So, you sleep upstairs with me." Gavroche told me, careful not to wake te sleeping siblings.

I set my things down on the floor, it being to late to put things in their proper spot, and climed up to the loft. The bed was pushed up against Gavroche's, to make one big bed. I blushed, knowing it was to late at night to change that now. The only things I had brought up to the loft were a nightgown, my looking glass and my hairbrush.

I took my long blonde hair out of its braid, and began to brush it out, watching my reflection in the looking glass and humming my mother's lullabye. From the looking glass, I made eye contact with Gavroche, who was watching me. I smirked at him and he blushed and turned away.

When I was satisfied with my hair, I set the brush and looking glass on the floor, and slid them under the bed.

"Ummm..." I said awkwardly to Gavroche, holding my nightgown in my hands. "Should I change downstairs?"

Gavroche blushed even redder, if possible.

"No, its okay," he offered, "I'll wait downstairs."

I smiled greatfully as he made his way down the ladder.

When I finished, I crawled across the floor on my belly, and let my head drift over the side of the loft's floor, my hair dangling around my head.

"You can come up now!" I told him, grinning.

He smiled back and climed up the ladder.

We each threw back the covers on our beds, and crawled in.

"Goodnight, Gavroche," I wispered.

"Goodnight Camille," he responded.

I woke up the next morning with my head on his chest, and his arm around me.

I sat up yawning a stretching. I shook Gavroche awake. Which was not an easy task.

"Come on!" I pleaded as he began to stirr, "We have work to do!"