"Hi there. I'm looking for the gypsy girl. Have you seen her?" he asked casually.

Quasimodo suddenly charges at him and takes a swing with the torch he grabbed off the wall..

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Easy!" Phoebus pleaded.

"No soldiers! Sanctuary! Get Out!" shouted Quasimodo as he waved the torch again.

"Wait! All I wanted was to-" Phoebus was cut off.

"Go!" Quasimodo as he swinging it at Phoebus.

Phoebus backs off, but Quasimodo continues to swing the torch towards his direction as they were backing down the stairs.

Phoebus pulled out his sword and stopped the torch with it. Quasimodo grabs him by the chest.

"You tell her for me, I didn't mean to trap them here, but it was the only way to safe her and the other girl's life. Will you tell her that? Will you?" he asked Quasimodo.

"If you go. Now!" he replied harshly.

"I'll go. Now, will you put me down please?" he asked. Quasimodo put him down. Phoebus grabbed his sword and turned to leave, but then turned back around and said,

"Oh. And one more thing. Tell Esmeralda she's very lucky."

"Why?" Quasimodo asked.

"To have two good friends like you two," he replied as put his sword away and finally left.

Quasimodo then walked back up the stairs and back to the balcony where Isabelle was waiting.

"Was that one of the guards? Did he have the golden armor on?" Isabelle asked curiously. She listened in on the conversation, unknown to Quasimodo.

"Yeah," Quasimodo replied sounding more calm.

"Ok good. I was scared that it might had been my father at first," Isabelle said with relief.

They both looked out from the top of the bell tower, continuing to enjoy the night view of the city a while longer. Then Quasimodo walked back to his model of Paris that he made, as Isabelle stood, still enjoying the view.

Quasimodo's POV

He began to pull out some paints and supplies and started carving two new figures for his table model. Soon he finished them. The first one was of Esmeralda and the second one was of Isabelle. He put them both on top of the table. He then stared at Isabelle from where he was standing.

He couldn't help but admire her beauty in and out. Not only was she pretty on the outside but also on the inside as well. Quasimodo had only dreamed of meeting and having someone like her. They were even raised by the same person all their lives at the same time.

Their lives were very similar in a lot of ways. Neither of them were allowed freedom for two opposite reasons and were forcibly kept in two different places across from each other, but none of them knew of each other's existence until now. It was very surreal to say the least.

Once again, he looked over at her and she was now starting to walk towards his direction. She walked by the table and noticed the two new figures he carved and painted. She smiled.

"Is that me and Esmeralda?" she asked smiling once more.

"Yes it is," he replied smiling back.

"It looks just like us too. I love it," she said as she picked them both up, examining them.

Quasimodo then climbed up on top of something and started to pull a long rope hanging from above.

"Do you want to hear the bells ring?" he asked her excitedly.

"Yes, of course," she replied back, putting the wooden figures down back on the table.

She then watched as he rung the bells as the sound echoed through the bell tower. It was pretty surreal to hear it up close. Quite loud, but surreal. After he finished, he climbed back down and looked Isabelle with a twinkle in his eye. Her eyes met his.

They walked closer to each other, grabbed each other's hands, and before they knew it their lips touched and it sealed a kiss. When they realized what had just happened, they both jumped back in surprise.

"Oh! I'm sorry, so sorry," they both nervously laughed, feeling a little embarrassed. "Please forgive me."

There was a long awkward silence. Then Quasimodo finally spoke.

"I'll show you where you'll be sleeping tonight. Follow me," he said as she quickly followed.

He led her to a small room right by the bell tower. Inside, it had a bench with a blanket, some tools and such leaned against the stone walls. She looked around and realized this was where he slept. She turned to him and then said,

"No. I can't. You don't have to do this," she said.

"But I want to. I'm perfectly fine with sleeping elsewhere for tonight," he said contently.

"But...are you sure? Will you be comfortable?" she asked, making sure. She felt bad about him doing this.

"Yes. I'm sure," he replied. I can always have Frollo bring me some supplies to make another bed."

Isabelle shuttered to think that she would have to face her father again tomorrow. She dreaded it. Truly at this point.

"Well goodnight," he said as he shut the door.

Isabelle said goodnight right after he did so. She then climbed onto the bench and threw the blanket over her. It was definitely not the most comfortable bed that she has been in, but it would do.

At the Palace of Justice, she had a very comfortable bed with several layers of velvet bedding and fluffy pillows. Here, there was not only one flimsy blanket, but no padding or pillows whatsoever. This was far, far, different from how she grew up in a luxurious household with servants doing everything for her versus an old bell tower with no one else but yourself. She felt very spoiled, upon realizing this. She even had a servant help her dress daily.

She then thought of her father. The one who had taken her in and had later on imprisoned her in the cathedral with the gypsy girl, Esmeralda. Had she not snuck out, she would be at home, in her own soft, comfortable bed, with pillows and thick blankets.

But she would never had met Esmeralda, Djali, Phoebus, nor Quasimodo. They were the only friends she has ever had in her entire life, being cooped up in that gloomy old castle across from the cathedral. She felt She did not regret this at all. Not one bit.

Quasimodo, however, her feelings for him were different versus what they were for the others. She's never felt anything else like it before in her whole life. Not once.

She felt extremely happy that whole time she was around him, more so than anyone she'd ever been around, and they had so, so much in common. Their lives were nearly identical in a lot of ways growing up despite not every meeting then. They related in every single way imaginable.

Little did she know that Quasimodo felt the exact same way about her. However, he didn't think in a million years that she liked him back that way. He was deformed and was told by Frollo that he was a monster his whole life, so he decided he wouldn't tell her how he really felt.

Soon, they both began drift off asleep each in another room, thinking about each other.