The City called Saint Michel

Chapter 12

The storm had calmed down. Gavroche and her made their way to the Café. The streets were flooded, trees were broken. Flowers died. Gavroche took her hand. Gavroche hasn't said a single word since they left the bakery.
"Gavroche, is everything alright?" "Yes. Just look around." She fell silent. There's nothing she could've said to make him smile again. They reached the Café in a short time. The boys were all here during the storm. When they reached the meeting room, everything was a mess. Paper was scattered around the floors and tables. Wine was spilled over the tables and on some papers. Windows were broken.
"The storm blowed every paper away. Some are even gone.", Courfeyrac said with a lit candle in his hand. His eyes were brown. No they weren't brown. They were caramel colored. She felt like her heat stopped beating. She didn't know that the young revolutionary felt the exact same. The meeting was as usual. Enjolras yelled at Grantaire— Grantaire drank his alcohol and made fun of Enjolras' plan. The rest of the boys had conversations themselves.
"Juliette, are you tired?" "Yes, it was a long day", she replied sleepy. A few minutes past and she was fast asleep. Her head rested on the ink-stained table, she looked peaceful. She had a soft smile on her lips.
Her blonde hair hung in her face, yet she was still beautiful.
Courfeyrac now knew. He had fallen for her. Deep. There was no doubt. "The meeting is over.", Enjolras announced. Courfeyrac lifted the sleeping form of Juliette up. "Where will you take her?", Gavroche asked. "Home with me. She's asleep and I don't want to wake her.", he exclaimed. Then he bid his goodbye and left the Café.
On his way home, he saw Éponine. She must have been crying. "Éponine, what's the matter?" "He doesn't love me." She kept on crying and ran away. After a few meters, he finally arrived at his home. It wasn't a big house.
It has two rooms, one being upstairs. A small kitchen was on the right, a bunch of books were piled up on the small table in the left corner.
He took her upstairs and put her down in his bed. He took the blanket and put it on her. He gave her a kiss on the forehead and then he left the room. Then he got himself ready for bed— well the sofa. It wasn't the most comfortable place to sleep on but it also wasn't the worst.
He was used to it. He slept on the sofa whenever Gavroche stayed the night with him.

(AN: I wrote this at 2am in the morning. Or at least, I wrote this on my phone at the 2 in the morning 😁 I have so much prepared for the next chapter. But for now, this will do...)