Written for Adrien Appreciation Week. Continued chapters.

Day 1: Friends

Alya POV

It's like I'm destined to spend my life babysitting. I should have just become a babysitter, instead of trying to become a successful journalist, right? Well, at least, Emma is cute. And obedient, her personality matches her dad, but appearance? Nah-ah that's a mix. Her mom's beautiful raven hair, soft nose and her dad's gleaming emerald eyes. And a total cinnamon roll, at least now. But a teenager still, she knows the basic stuff.

"Aunt Alya? Can you tell me a story? A real one this time!" She softly requested, pretty excited, with gleaming eyes though a still posture.

"A real story? Everything I tell you is real, dear!" She laughed, patting the kid's head.

"But something you've seen yourself? Please?" She requested with trademark kitty eyes, which she didn't even try to resist.

"Okay darling, come, sit tight, while I remember the details."

Now, what could she tell her? Something about her sweet parents, maybe? Actually, didn't Adrien rub into everyone's noses how innocent and nice he was back in highschool. A lot nowadays. Let's spoil that image of his, a bit. And didn't she have the perfect story for that.

"I'll tell you how your parents became best friends, okay? "

She brightened up at the mention of her parents, quickly sitting up to hear the interesting tale.

"Well, your mum liked your dad for a long, long time. And your dad liked her too, but he was very confused at first, because my girl couldn't speak in front of him, let alone tell him how she felt."

"Then how did they start talking?"

"Sadly, this is the part I don't know much about. Apparently, she shared this with one of her good friends, who told Adrien. She had told me that she had thought that this friend of hers, liked her, but when she told him about your father, he stopped, immediately. Didn't even question anything. But they were still friends."

"Then what happened with dad and mom?"

"Well, your dad now knew that Mari liked him. Buuut. He didn't tell her that. He didn't even ask her anything, but started to flirt with her. He—"

"What!? Why would he do that? Was he messing with her?" Emma yelled, appalled at the thought of her dad doing something as horrible as that.

Alya just smirked, "Well, you knoe, he had a very innocent image back then, even among us. I confronted him about his sudden change of behaviour, he pretended to not even know what I was saying. At that time, I just facepalmed and went away, not knowing that he had a devious plan in his head, that son of a-" she promptly shut her mouth before she finished that statement, looking at Emma's ajar mouth and widened eyes.

"What I meant was, that he enjoyed seeing her all flustered and giggling, though he did love her." She continued, shaking her head a little, remembering his antics.

"They become friends though. All through the flirting and talking, by Adrien. He actually put a lot of effort trying to get to know her. I observed that, and I appreciated it too. Poor Mari didn't even understand what was going on, but she loved what she got. They didn't explicitly tell me, but I could tell that they were becoming friends, little things give you away, they say. That's pretty accurate. Sitting next to each other in theaters, chattering in the school corridors, cheerful good mornings. Ah, it was so cute."

Alya couldn't stop the grin that came over her face, nor could Emma, almost living through their story.