Adrien had had enough.
Of course, this meant that he couldn't go to school like he was hoping to this year, but life at home had gotten so bad that he couldn't stand it anymore.
Ever since his mother had vanished from their lives, Gabriel Agreste was nothing if not cold, harsh, and heartless. Adrien had thought that that it was just a phase, but when Gabriel had continued to try and bribe his son with everything Adrien could've ever asked for, Adrien knew that he would never get his father back.
Adrien double checked everything he had in his bag. Snacks, check. Blanket, check. Small pillow, check. Toothbrush and toothpaste, check. Food that will last him a few days along with water, check. Shoes, check. Scarf, check. Phone...
Adrien paused, looking at the said contraption. He probably shouldn't, his father could track him down that way. He threw it further onto his bed, continuing his checklist. When he finished, he double and triple checked it before nodding. He had even prepared for the winter should he manage to be gone or out on the streets for that long.
He highly doubted that would happen, as Gabriel was one of the more influential people in the business- even being close 'friends' with the mayor of Paris. They would find him quickly- it was only a matter of time.
He had a written letter for his father that he tapped to the front of his door before turning to the window. He had prepared his method of escape earlier, marking the places where he knew there weren't any security cameras so that he could leave unnoticed. It was time to go.
"Let's do this."
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It was simpler than one would think for Adrien to sneak out, go to the airport without being spotted, and manage to use a fake ID to go to America. The butterflies in his stomach made him keep a very watchful eye over his shoulder the whole time, in case they were already onto him. It wasn't until a few minutes after they were in the air that Adrien began to relax, closing his eyes and allowing his guard to drop.
He looked down at his ring that his mother had given to him before she disappeared- it was black with green emeralds forming a paw print. She had said something about an important family friend being able to help him if need be… but he had never met anyone like that. He rubbed it a few times, wishing that his mother could be here with him now. To fix their broken family.
"Hey, do you mind if I sit here?" Adrien blinked and looked up at the other teen that walked next to him. He looked to be Egyptian with his tan and facial features. His hair was black and unkempt, making his sharp, green eyes stand out.
"O-Of course."
"Nice." The other teen sat down next to Adrien and offered him his hand. "I'm Plagg, and you are?"
"A-Felix." Internally Adrien screamed at himself. Plagg chuckled and shook his head.
"Alright, I understand that, but I wanna know you're real name at some point." Adrien, still internally screaming, nodded numbly. Small talk was brought up, like what they were excited for in America and what they liked to do. Surprisingly, to Adrien, Plagg was twenty five instead of seventeen like he was. Finally, Plagg seemed to get serious.
"Alright kid, I have a proposition for you." He started. "You seem like an okay person for the job, and with you avoiding any talk about why you're on here, alone, I'd have to say you're running away." Adrien paled and swallowed. "Hey, I'm not tryin' ta turn you in, I wanna help you. It's not easy starting a new life in a different country. Been there, done that." He waved his hand nonchalantly. "So, kid, I need to know- do you trust me?"
Adrien sat back a little and studied Plagg. He eyed him suspiciously before slowly nodding, agreeing that he did trust Plagg more than the average stranger. Plagg leaned in a little closer.
"Me and my fiancé are trying to help a good band get off the ground- they're called Miraculous. I'm the manager, she's the publicist. We have the main singer, drummer, back up singers, bass player, keyboard, but what we need is a lead guitarist. And, to be honest, the only good male singer we have right now still needs a few voice lessons." Adrien stared at Plagg in astonishment. "So, my question is, would you like to join? You'd have a roof over your head, a place to sleep, food to eat, and that'll be way better than something else that someone could offer you."
Did Plagg know that he had been so obsessed with Guitar that he made a recycled one and tried to learn off of the internet? How did he know that he wrote his own songs and sang his heart out in the shower? It sounded like a dream come true.
"I, I would love to!" Adrien said happily. "It sounds amazing!"
"Great!" Plagg clapped Adrien on the back of his shoulder. "By the way, I still need a name." Adrien paused.
"Umm… don't freak out." He offered lamely. "I'm Adrien Felix Agreste."
…
"That Model kid that I saw all over Paris?" Plagg asked to clarify. Adrien nodded, and Plagg pulled off Adrien's shades and fixed his hair into it's usual hair style before laughing.
"Who knew that the model could look like such a different person with shades and a new hairstyle." He said, giving Adrien his sunglasses back as Adrien re-messed his hair up. "So, what brings Model Adrien on a flight to America?" So Adrien told him about how his mother died, and how his father had been treating him ever since her death.
"Wow." Plagg said, eating some cheese he had snagged off of the snack cart a while ago. "I'm surprised you didn't run away sooner."
"This might not even last long." Adrien sighed. "Father probably already has the Police looking all over Paris for me, and with the note I left behind…"
"Kid, I want to tell you two things." Plagg held up a finger. "First, don't call that man your father. He doesn't deserve that title." When it looked like Adrien was about to protest, Plagg pulled up a second finger. "And two, as long as you stay by me, that man will never be able to find you and take you back. Never."
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