A Franc or Two - Les Misérables [IN EDITING]

Late - Chapter 12

"Take that, you dickhead," Halette muttered, immediately flipping off the unconscious Timeo as she let the stool drop.

"Thank you Mademoiselle. Really," Courfeyrac said. His profuse thanks said that he was quite grateful.

"You're welcome... but bloody hell," she hissed, immediately dropping the stool and examining her hand. "That gave me a splinter."

She chuckled a little.

"Anyway, I won't keep the two of you for too long," Halette said. "I have a man waiting for me myself."

You noticed that Courfeyrac's arms seemed to be giving out and shaking just a little bit.

"Thank you again," he said quickly, and faster than anyone else you had ever seen, he rushed you to the building where he had found you a couple nights before.

"Holy hell," he muttered. He didn't drop you, but then again, you weren't exactly let down gracefully.

"Ouch," you muttered, still holding onto him to get your balance.

"Careful now," he smiled. "Now hurry. Before that asshole wakes up again.

As you began to migrate to yours room, you suddenly remembered that Timeo would wake up— and there would be plenty of consequences to come with.

"You really shouldn't be staying," you said as you and Courfeyrac pushed past a couple making out in the hallway. You had seen much worse. "Timeo's literally a psychopath."

"Oh, be quiet. I'm not leaving you alone with that asshat," he said, glancing around a little. "Which room was yours again?"

"Courfeyrac, I'm being serious," you said, grabbing onto the both of his arms so he could face you. You didn't need his support anymore, since your feet were just aching at the moment, but you were most definitely not about to let him spend the night with you. "Didn't you see he had a gun?"

"Yeah, and he'll shoot you with it if you're not careful," he said. He locked his gaze with yours. This was the first time you had actually gotten a look into his eyes, but almost instantly, your heart began to ache. You immediately snapped your gaze away.

"He's going to kill you once he wakes up," you said softly, shaking your head as your jaw clenched. It had been quite some time since you thought about the wellbeing of someone besides yourself. "Honest to God, he's killed people before. And you know he almost did it just now!"

"Do I look like I care?" Courfeyrac said with a small smile. When he got little response (not even a glance), he began to panic a little, and he moved his hands to hold onto your shoulders. "[Y/N]... I'm going to die sooner or later. Might as well make it a sensible cause."

You didn't catch what he meant by that, but he was quick to continue on before you could ask.

"And besides. The way he looks at you absolutely disgusts me— and I'm sure you wouldn't want his vomit-inducing face to be the last face you see," he said. He smiled when you gave a small chuckle, and he continued walking you down the hall. The awkwardly loud moaning suddenly seemed to bother you more than usual— hell, it even made you blush with embarrassment.

"There we go," he smiled. "Now... which room was yours? We can barricade the door, if that makes you feel better."

"Barricade the door?" you asked with a chuckle, the pain in your feet somehow becoming a little less painful. "What good will that do?"

"We'll be able to laugh at him trying to open up the door," Courfeyrac said with a chuckle. His jolly face seemed to glow pleasantly in the moonlight.