I've been on the run since I was eleven, I had got away from the man who held me captive when I was nine, and I've been slipping through everyone's fingers, even through tight situations. I had once joined a gang, but I was kicked out for helping some people.

I was skilled at fighting, and I had taken gymnastics for a while, and was even going to do some high up competition, but then, I was kidnapped. I was limber, good at jumping, and very handy with a metal rod. The gang wanted to kill me, the police wanted to take me in foster care, and I was alone. I was by myself, for me, either it was kill, or be killed. I felt so heartless, mean, cruel, and cold.

I was currently saddled up to a brick wall, of one of those fancy gates, in front of one of those fancy houses. I loathed people that were stuck up, and hated their homes even more.

The wind harshly bit at my skin, the cold wall serving as a little bit of a windbreaker. I tried to bring my hoody closer around myself, but my attempts just stretched the hoody more than it already was, making it thinner for a moment. I gasped, and let it go, letting it hang over my thin shoulders once more, my hood shadowing my face. I sipped some water from my jug, making sure that I didn't spill any. I recapped it, and sighed, slumping down. It was cold, and windy, and I knew that my lips were turning blue. Hopefully I would still be alive in the morning, I turned on my side, and curled myself into a small ball, trying to keep warm. I cast my eyes towards the mansion, and saw a light on in a room. I saw a tall-ish silhouette of a boy, he was pacing in front of the gigantic window, looking through it occasionally. I watched him for a few minutes, until he rushed out of sight.

I felt my body shutting down, it felt like my toes were going to fall off, and my fingers weren't far behind. The edges of my vision were swirling, I saw the front door of the mansion open, but I couldn't stand up to protect myself. I was going to freeze, but nothing could help me now, it felt like I wasn't cold anymore, but I knew better, I was dying. I saw something red, before I was scooped up into something warm, and soft, I could feel the heartbeats of my savior, the heat radiating off of them. There was light, and I knew that I had probably entered heaven. The steady steps were soft and sure, though, I whimpered, I was scared.

I heard a door open, and could feel them shuffling, until I was transferred to a different surface, it was silky and dark, not soft and bright. Whatever it was, it was REALLY comfy, I felt myself sink down into the silk. I was cold, and it was warm, so I cuddled the fabric, and curled myself into a ball. After a while, I decided to look around a tiny bit, I lifted my head, and looked around. The first thing I saw was the deep green orbs of a boy sporting a red peacoat, grey gloves, flannel pajama pants, and slippers. He had a look of awe, and concern, on his handsome face.

This boy looked like a model, he probably was by the look of him and his home. He had a tan complexion, with blonde hair, a tender smile that made me almost want to smile back, but I resisted the urge. And his eyes, oh, don't get me STARTED on his eyes, swirling green eyes that held something in them that was a mystery to me. That's when he finally decided to break the ice. "So, what were you doing out there?" I was sent into a panic, my brain scrambling to find a logical answer. "Uh, um, I was…" I trailed off, my brain blanked out, and I could only see blackness for a split second, but it was enough to make me drop my head back onto the silken sheets.

I saw Adrien panicking, "You don't have to answer of course, I was just a little c-" I cut off his rambling with a giggle, then I yawned. My hands turned into fists as a lifted them above my head, after hearing a few satisfying cracks, I put my hands down. Adrien smiled at me again, I suddenly realized that I was in a random person's house, and they didn't even say that I could be in, they didn't even want me in. I also realized that I had forgotten my jug, and patted my belt, nope, still there. I looked at him again, then at his bed that I was sitting on, then all around his room in one swipe of my aegean (this is a real color, look it up) blue eyes. I then turned my attention back to him, "What's your name?" I croaked out. He raised a blonde eyebrow, "You're telling me, that you don't know who I am?" I glared, "Am I supposed to?" He smirked, "I'll give you a hint, I'm pretty famous, my name is Adrien Agreste." My eyebrow shot up, "Oh my freaking gosh," I gushed, "you're like, Adrien like, Agreste," I teased. He only rolled his gorgeous eyes, and snorted, making my heart flutter, "you're mean," Adrien muttered.

"Adrien," we heard a voice say, we both jumped up. "Who is this?"

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