1. New Changes

Dad died when I was seven. It was when the three of us were still living in Los Angeles.

Dad was the provider and Mom was a housewife, busy with taking care of me. But when he died, things changed.

Mom had to get several jobs, one as a seamstress for a wedding boutique and as a desk receptionist for a fancy hotel. She didn't have much time for me anymore and left me with our neighbor as the babysitter since we didn't have family in LA.

My babysitter was unique and she taught me several things. She taught me how to read the tarot cards and palms. And she also taught me how to steal. She was an old lady, a gypsy. Her store was just below her apartment.

It was interesting to say the least. And I believe that lead me to make poor life choices.

I won't go into details, but one of those made me get into a fight when I was almost ten years old that sent me to the hospital. It was my wake-up call.

When I was released from the hospital, I changed for the better. I wasn't rebellious anymore.

I focused on school and helping out my mom and Rawnie, the gypsy lady. However, the past did not want to forget as it continued to haunt me in the streets when I was alone. It was not pretty.

Though Mom had enough and found a job in San Francisco as a way to start again.

It was the best thing that had happened to us ever since Dad died.

Mom was working for a French brand company as a receptionist. But she had to look for another job to keep with the bills.

It was fate that the apartment building across from us was a Chinese noodle restaurant that needed a waitress. In that building, was Mr. Ping and his son, Po, who became my best friend.

Po and I went to the same school and luckily to the same sixth grade class. In middle school was when we made more friends once we joined a kung fu class.

I can honestly say that San Francisco was paradise. It gave me true happiness back. I had true friends. And I didn't have a troublesome past that haunted me.

However, my life changed again when the owner of the company that Mom worked, Gabriel Agreste, came to San Francisco. He saw some of my mother's designs that she left on her desk and he liked them.

He offered my mom as his manger in the fashion/design department back in France. Mom told him that she would love to, but said that she had me and couldn't leave me behind.

Mr. Agreste said that I could come with her and that they will be living in his mansion until she got enough money to get her own place and that he will personally give us visas that allowed us to live in France.

He said more things that were appealing, such as the paycheck, but he told her that he wanted an answer in twenty-four hours or less.

Mom told me about it when we saw each other back in our small apartment. I was proud of her for getting recognition from a very important designer that has his own brand.

So I did what I thought was best. I told her to follow her heart. Mom said that she really wanted that opportunity, but she held back because she knew that I would not like to move away from my friends.

She was right, I didn't want to move, but if it made her happy, who am I to burst her bubble? I want her to live her dream and that is what she did.

I was waiting outside the office where Mom was talking to Mr. Agreste when I met his son, Adrien.

I didn't know he was his son at the beginning. Though looking back I should have known when I heard his very light French accent as we were talking.

"Hi," He said as he approached me. "What are you doing in front of the office?" He asked.

"Just waiting for my mom." I reply as I then stop my pacing. "Hi, I'm Samara, you?"

"My name is Adrien." He says as he then takes out his hand to shake which I gave him a firm hand shake. "Nice meeting you."

"It's cool. So, why are you here?" I asked as I motioned for him to sit in the chairs that were set up in front of the office.

"To visit my father and ask for permission to sight see the city." He said casually.

It took me a few seconds before I pinched the bridge of my nose and took a deep breath. "Are you Gabriel Agreste's son?"

"Yes, I am." He answered in a slower tone.

"I should have figured." I said before smiling slightly at him. "You know, I could give you a tour of the city. I do live here, well, for a while longer anyways."

Before he could ask, the doors open revealing my mom and Adrien's dad.

Mom was smiling and my heart dropped a bit, but it was happy for her. I smiled at her and gave her a hug. In Spanish I told her, "I'm so happy for you."

"Thank you, you are the best daughter a mother could ask for." Mom replied in Spanish. Then she gave me a side hug and presented me to Mr. Agreste. "Mr. Agreste, this is my daughter, Samara. Sam, this is Mr. Gabriel Agreste, my new boss."

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Mr. Agreste said as Adrien stood next to him.

"The pleasure is all mine, sir." I answered politely. "I would like to thank you for giving my mom this great opportunity."

He nodded before gesturing to his son and introduced him to us.

"Guess we will be sharing the same flight?" I told him after Gabriel let me be Adrien's tour guide as long the body guard came with us. The adults were going to discuss a bit more and let us go out.

"I guess so." He said with his model smile. "So, where are you taking me, Samara?"

"You can call me Sam. My friends call me that." I started as we went inside the elevator.

"We are friends?" He asked me and I swear, he looked like a hopeful puppy.

"Sure, why not? We are going to share the same house for a while so you better get used to me just as I going to get use to you, pal." I stated with a small smirk. "Think you can handle it?"

"I would love to." He said to me with a cute dorky smile.

"You don't have many friends, do you?" I deadpanned.

"Not really…" He said sheepishly.

"Well, I guess I have to be a damn good friend." I said dramatically. Then I poked his forehead and said, "Don't make me regret this blossoming friendship." I said in playful warning tone.

He chuckled and crossed his heart, "I promise you won't regret it."

"Good." I said with a nod before we finally exit the elevators where the body guard was waiting for him. "So have you seen Chinatown yet?"

From that day, I became friends with a brand model. Not my best friend, but he is still a good friend.

I just hope my stay in Paris will not be too stressful.

Argh, I need to increase my French vocabulary. I am not fluent and it will definitely be a problem. Why couldn't Mom impress a company that is placed in countries that either speaks English, Spanish or Chinese? At least I would not be as stressed out as I am right now.

AN: So I know I have several other unfinished stories, but I just couldn't resist. I had this idea for months, almost a year. I wanted to post this before season 2 comes out.

I will be honest right now. This story might turn a little AUish, but hopefully not too much.