Adrien collapsed onto the sofa with a dramatic sigh.
"What's up with you?" Plagg demanded.
"She wasn't even happy to see me!"
"You've got to be kidding me kid!" Plagg sighed incredulously, "she was so worried she got angry!"
"I guess," the blonde shrugged.
It was then, Nathalie burst into the room, Gabriel was beside her, the two were ingaged in a fierce conversation.
"Where is my son Nathalie?" Gabriel demanded.
"I don't know sir, he wasn't as school today."
"How could you allow this to happen?"
Adrien realized with a start that they had been looking for him.
"I'm right here."
When he'd announced his presence, Nathalie gave a small jump. The two looked at him, gave a curt, synchronized nod, and then strode out of the room.
Adrein sat quietly, absorbing the silence of the room around him, the sun began to rise, it the weekend had finally begun. Maybe he should go see Nino, provided his father would let him. He stepped out of the room and into the hallway. Nathalie was walking past on the lowere floor.
"Nathalie!" Adrien called from the balcony, "where is my father?"
The assistant looked flustered, "he's busy, and Adrien, you know better than to yell in this house."
"Do you think I could head over to Nino's?"
"I'm sure your father wouldn't allow it. Especially after that stunt you pulled tonight!"
The blonde frowned, "I only went for a walk around Paris."
"An extraordinarily long walk, I presume?"
"What can I say? I live in a beautiful city— that I never get to see."
The assistant gave a long exaggerated sigh, "your father will be busy for the next three hours. If you return before he has concluded his meeting, he need not know you were gone."
When Adrien unscrambled the mix of sophisticated-ness was delighted to find that Nathalie was letting him go.
"Thank you!" He called out, rushing for the door.
He made his way to the subway, waiting anxiously for the first train. His shoulder had stopped aching like it had been the night before, dispite Plagg warning against it, Adrien couldn't wait to see Nino on the weekends. When the train finally did arrive, he flung himself into a car, and childishly urged the train to go faster in his mind. The idea struck him that he should probably tell Nino that he was coming over. He reached to grab his phone, sending a sharp pain into his shoulder.
"I warned you." Plagg grumbled from Adrien's jacket pocket.
The blonde rolled his eyes. He got the "OK" from Nino to come over, and as soon as the train stopped, he began to sprint. He pumped his arms up and down, only to be met with more sharp pains in his shoulder. He resigned to speed walking.
When he finally reached the home of his best friend, he knocked on the doors exitedly. He waited for a bit, unsure of how long it normally took for someone to answer a door. After a few minutes he figured he'd knock again. Adrien waited a few more minutes, he was about to knock again until he heard a voice from next door.
"we live over here dude."
According to Nino, the look on the blonde's face was priceless. He walked into the door with an embarrassed slouch in his step.
"So, wassup?" The DJ asked, confused, "you're never over here, is something wrong?"
Adrein returned Nino's concerned look with a wide, childish smile, "Nathalie let me sneak out!"
"Dude no way! Does it really count as sneaking though?"
Adrien shrugged, making his way to the couch, "do you mind if I sit down?"
His friend gave an incredulous laugh, "You don't have to ask! Just make yourself at home, Mi casa es tú casa, and all that!"
The blonde sit down with a confused look, "was that French?" He questioned, already sure that it wasn't.
"Nah, man it's Spanish, which is actually kinda funny because it's an American expression."
Dispite still being confused, Adrien decided that he was he was asking too many questions and promptly closed his mouth. Nino plopped down on the couch beside him. He couldn't believe how warm and welcoming the space was. There was a nice carpet under their feet, and the furniture was mismatched. Technically speaking, the room shouldn't have worked design-wise, but the smell of spices from the kitchen, and the family picture on the mantle made it obvious that looks weren't all that important in this family.
"Bro? are you ok?"
"Hm? Yeah, I just spaced out."
"Well I was asking if you wanted some a snack, or something to drink?"
"I'm not really hungry, but thanks."
Nino smiled, shifting the conversation, "so who's Nathalie anyway? She must be pretty cool, to help you get away from your old man!"
Adrien shrugged, "Nathalie is my father's assistant. She's not normally one for breaking rules, but, I guess everyone acts unexpectedly from time to time."
The DJ sighed at another failed convention topic, "What's up dude?" He asked finally.
"What do you mean?"
"You've been acting down all day."
"have I?"
"Yes."
In that moment, the silence itself was deafening. Nino could see in it Adrien's eyes. The childish person who the model had been earlier was making way for a much more melancholy side of his friend.
"A lot of stuff's been happening."
"Do you wanna talk?"
"Well, I got my shoulder hurt, I can't tell Father because I did it while I was sneaking out, I made the girl I like mad at me, and… I really miss Mom."
Nino gave a small sigh of understanding, "Man, I don't know much about your family—I can't even imagine losing one of my parents— but I want you to know, that no matter what, you've got me. If nothing else, I'll be your family. I know I'll never replace your mom, and I can't make your dad a good person, but I'll give you what I can."
"Thanks Nino,"
"As for your shoulder," Nino continued, getting up from the couch, "You can put this on it to make it at least a little bit better."
Adrein thankfully accepted the ice pack from his friend.
"Now, tell me about this girl."
With a sigh, the model began to detail the events of the previous night. When he'd finally finished, the DJ smiled playfully.
"She's just worried about you, dude! No need to get so panicked."
He messed up the blonde's perfectly done "model hair," as Nino called it. They spent the rest of the day on a much lighter note, playing video games and debating over witch dessert was better.
"You're so wrong! Macaroons are the best!" Nino argued.
"Have you ever eaten a cookie?!" Adrien questioned incredulously.
It was then that they heard a knock on the door. Adrien looked at the clock.
His father's meeting had finished an hour ago.
Whoop! My longest chapter yet! Hopefully this made up for the pitiful 400 word chapter I put out a few days ago. If this took a bit longer than normal, well, I'm hoping that the extra 200 words were worth the wait. Also, the oneshot I mentioned earlier is almost complete! I'll probably be announcing its title next chapter. Also, I learned how to add a little divider thirty seconds ago! Ok, now I'm rambling. See you guys soon!