Adrien walked up the grey and white marble steps of his house, he waited for the front door to be opened by Nathalie, his father's assistant. Nathalie greeted him with a stern nod, her lips in a tight line. She closed the door behind Adrien and his bodyguard.
"Tell my father I'm back from school." Adrien said, not even looking at Nathalie.
"Adrien you're supposed to be at fencing practice." Nathalie looked at boy. She tapped her pen on her clipboard impatiently.
Adrien rolled his eyes, "I'm not doing that. Do you know how stupid I'll look in that uniform?" Adrien started walking up the white stairs. "Besides I have more important things to do."
"Like?" Nathalie looked at him, her eyes narrowing.
"Like trying to solve world peace." Adrien laid on the sarcasm thick. He continued up the stairs, not wanting to talk about this anymore. Nathalie shook her head before looking at the body guard.
Adrien stopped in the middle of the stairway and looked at a huge portrait of a thin blonde woman. She had the same green eyes as Adrien and wavy blonde hair, but instead of the frown Adrien usually wore this woman was smiling.
"Hi mom." Adrien whispered to the picture before going up to his room.
Adrien took off his white button up shirt and laid it on his bed. He went through his closet, looking for something to wear that night. He had promised to take Chloe out on a date. Knowing Chloe, she would be expecting an extravagant and expensive date. Adrien touched a black button up shirt, then looked at a black blazer. "This will have to do."
Adrien walked over to his desk and opened a drawer. There was a picture he kept of his mom inside, a private piece that he only shared with himself. He propped the picture next to his computer.
"Hey mom, I had my first day of school today." Adrien said. He sat in his desk chair and leaned back. "Father must have picked the first school Nathalie found because he actually sent me to public school. Can you believe that?"
Adrien folded his arms across his chest. "He's just gotten worse since you left. I haven't seen him in almost a month. And when I do it's because he's complaining that I'm attracting bad press. I wish you were here."
Adrien looked more intensely at his mother's picture, studying each feature that he's already memorized. He looked away when he felt his eyes water. "I know I promised I would do better at this school, but..."
There was a ringing coming from his pocket. This tore Adrien away from the private moment, he took the picture and put it back inside the drawer. He pulled out his phone to see Chloe's picture.
"Hey babe," Adrien answered.
"Adrienkins! I found the perfect restaurant; it has a five-star rating and it's almost impossible to get a reservation. It's perfect."
Adrien got up from the chair and moved to his bed to lay down while he listened to Chloe talk, this would take a few hours.
Marinette and Nino finally made it to the Dupain – Cheng bakery. The bakery was a local favorite, there had yet to be a bakery that could take their title.
"Well, thanks for walking me home Nino." Marinette looked at him. The rain had turned into soft sprinkles midway through their walk and now the colors of Paris looked like an oil painting.
"No problem Mari." Nino shuffled his feet a bit, trying to get out more words.
"Did you want to come in and grab some pastries? My parents made some banana bread this morning." Marinette opened the bakery door, but Nino grabbed her hand to stop her.
"No, actually there's something I wanted to tell you." Nino adjusted his hat nervously.
"What is it?" Marinette looked at Nino, waiting for him to spit out whatever that was in his mind.
"It's about this morning...with the gum." Nino rubbed the back of his neck. "See, I sort of saw Chloe doing it. I know I should have told you and Alya, but Chloe has this big influence on a lot of clubs and I'm trying hard to get my name out there in the DJ world and...and..." Nino would have probably kept rambling on if Marinette hadn't stopped him.
"Nino it's okay." Marinette said with a hand on his shoulder.
"No, it's not, those two really embarrassed you and I should have said something." said Nino.
"Nino, I know how mean Chloe could be and I especially know how much of an influence she has. Besides I'm used to her, I could handle her." Marinette gave Nino a reassuring smile.
"I have to go start on some homework okay. I'll see you tomorrow." Marinette opened the bakery door and looked back at Nino. "Really, it's okay."
Marinette waved goodbye to Nino before closing the door. Nino stood there, still not satisfied with his apology. The rain had stopped so he closed the umbrella and started walking to his house. He frowned at himself. What kind of guy wasn't able to stand up for the girl he had a crush on?
Marinette was upstairs in her pink filled room. Her dad had wondered if she would ever grow out of this color. The answer was no. She dropped her backpack next to her desk and hopped on the desk chair. The chair swirled around till she stopped it in front of her computer. She clicked on the mouse and a bright picture popped on the monitor. Marinette sighed lovingly as she looked upon the boy who held her heart.
There on her computer monitor was Luka Couffaine, the cool, blue haired, guitar playing, motorcycle driving, all around sweetheart. And Marinette was absolutely head over heels for him. She hated to admit it, but it was almost love at first sight. She had visited her friend Juleka at her boathouse for the first-time last year, she hadn't expected the dreamiest boy ever to open the front door. Marinette could barely get a word out when he had said hello.
The more she learned about Luka the more she swooned over him. He was two years older than her and attending college to become a music teacher. He told Marinette how he wanted to show children how special music could be. This melted her heart like butter. Marinette jumped at the chance to take private guitar lessons from him, saying how she always wanted to learn. She had tried countless time to tell Luka how she really feels, but Marinette kept getting tongue tied and would just chicken out. Marinette knew she had to tell him soon, but first she had to scrape up a bucket full of confidence.
Adrien yawned, bored from the fancy restaurant Chloe had picked. This place really screamed Chloe, the walls were a golden yellow with a white floor tiling. The tables were set with a black cloth and each had a wine glass holding a lit candle. Adrien flipped through the menu as Chloe went on about how her dad was going to lend her the yacht this weekend or was she still talking about her new wardrobe? Adrien wasn't too sure, he stopped listening a while ago.
"Adrienkins? Didn't you hear me?" Chloe whined.
"Huh? I'm sorry what were you saying" Adrien finally looked up from the menu.
Chloe huffed, annoyed from being ignored. She thought about making an argument about this, but she didn't feel like fighting with Adrien. "I was saying how daddy was going to let me throw a party in the yacht this weekend. It's going to be fabulous; I'll have everyone on the A-list invited and have daddy hire a caterer for the best food."
She leaned closer to Adrien, touching his hands. "Doesn't that sound fun?"
"Yeah, it'll be great." Adrien smiled at his girlfriend. He turned back to his menu to pick which entrée he wanted. Adrien felt Chloe's hand stay on top of his, not planning to move at all.
He thought of the first time he and Chloe had taken their friendship to the next level. Chloe had always been a childhood friend of his, actually she was his only friend. His father was strict about Adrien interacting with the other children, only allowing Chloe because of his friendship with her parents. Chloe hung on to Adrien the moment they met, claiming him then and there. Though Adrien appreciated their friendship, he couldn't recall himself ever having a crush on her. It wasn't till they had met again in person last year. Adrien winced as he remembered that was the anniversary of his mom's death. Adrien was on a rampage that day, he had started a fight with his father and walked out of their home. He found a club he usually liked to visit, mostly because the bartender didn't care about IDing him. That was the last place he expected to find Chloe. But he did. And she took no time in flirting up a storm with him. Adrien looked up at her after his third drink and let her kiss him. He didn't care if he didn't feel that way about her, he just wanted a distraction.
I wanted to write more, but I also want to go more into Chloe and Adrien's relationship at the yacht party. I probably won't update this till I update my other two stories so I can keep up with them. I was excited to write more and show how each character is starting out different from the show. So far this is my favorite to write.