(This one-shot takes place before "Miraculous Team: Origins", as well as the one-shot "Bus to Summer Camp")
Riding with Grandma Gina
It was a particularly hot March afternoon. The wind that was being felt was dry. Dry as the desert wind. Nobody in Paris would say it was still Spring, with the heat that was being felt. In the news, they were saying that Summer had arrived earlier, and that the best place to be was by the river, or in a swimming pool. A place with nice and cold water seemed the perfect place to spend the rest of the afternoon. But for Marinette, not all the cold water in France would be enough to help cool down her temper. That day Chloe Bourgeois had decided to make her life a living hell, and that was enough to spite her and put her in a lousy mood.
As she walked back home, accompanied by Alya, Marinette kept reliving in her head, the moment when Chloe began her usual self. During P.E., Marinette was going to be paired up with Adrien, but Chloe pushed her and insisted she would be paired with him. Not only did Marinette ended up on the floor, but Chloe kept bragging about it during the rest of the morning. At lunch, already upset with her, Marnette decided to have a serious talk with Chloe, with the heiress shooting venomous words at her and making her even madder. It was difficult for her not to lose her temper and beat the crud out of Chloe, especially during the last hours of classes. She did not lose it, but now, she was starting to wonder if instead of controlling herself, she should have lashed her anger on her.
"That Chloe… I swear to God, Alya, one of these days, I'm going to put cyanide on a batch of cookies and give them to her!" -Marinette exclaimed, furious and mad at the heiress. –"She's the worst person in the world!" -she yelled out, frustrated.
"Girl, try to calm down a little bit." -Alya said, as she tried to keep up with her. –"I get it, you're mad at Chloe. I would be mad at her too, if she had done to me, what she did to you." -she told her. –"But you can't let her get under your skin like that. Also, you'll a pop a vein, if you let all that hate course through you."
"I know, I know…" -Marinette sighed. –"But she has a knack for getting under my skin, especially when it comes to Adrien." -she said. –"She knows about my crush on him, and takes pleasure in telling me that I'll never be good enough for Adrien, and that she's the only girl in that school, who deserves his affections… God, just remembering her saying that, makes me want to strangle her, Alya!"
"Calm down girl… She knows you have a crush on him, just like she does. And knowing that, she uses it as leverage, because she believes that if she makes you look bad in front of Adrien, he'll only have eyes for her." -Alya said. –"Though everyone can see that he only has eyes for you, girl. It's amazing how neither you, nor him have noticed that yet." -she thought to herself.
"It's bad enough she stopped me from pairing up with Adrien, but to rub it in my face and insulting me… I don't know why I didn't slap her in the face, after all those things she told me, Alya. But believe me, if I could go back in time, I would've slapped her so hard, I would've knocked her teeth out!" -Marinette said, clenching her fists in anger.
Marinette was raging mad, and Alya knew it. So, Alya decided to let her rant all she wanted, and she heard every word, without saying a thing. She knew Marinette was not a vengeful person, but like everyone else, she also had a limit. And when something happened that made her flare her nostrils, Alya knew the only way for her to calm down, was to rant about what happened.
"Just let it all out, girl. It'll make you feel better." -Alya thought to herself.
As they walked, Marinette began calm down. Little by little, the blue-haired girl began to calm down. Her rage and frustration began to disappear. And by the time they got to the place where their home paths parted, she did not even look like the same girl who, when she left school, was capable of strangling Chloe.
"You seem a lot calmer now." -Alya stated.
"I'd be lying, if I said I wasn't feeling a lot calmer, now." -Marinette smiled. –"Thanks for listening to my enraged ranting, and for agreeing with everything I said, even though I might have sad certain things, that I shouldn't." -she sighed.
"That's what best-friends do, girl. They put up with their best-friends, crazy angry rantings, when they need someone to listen to them." -Alya said. –"Besides, you were right. Chloe was awful to you, and she deserves to be punished for what she did, even if that doesn't mean killing her." -she chuckled.
"You're right. Thanks again, Alya." -Marinette said, as she hugged her. –"I'm lucky to have you as my best-friend." -she said.
"You do, and I'm going to hold you to that, when you're a world-renowned fashion designer, girl." -Alya smirked at her. –"But seriously, are you sure you don't want me to keep you company a little bit longer? Nora's the one who's going to pick up the twins from school today, so, I've got the afternoon free." -she revealed to Marinette.
"No need, Alya." -Marinette smiled at her. –"I'm already feeling a little bit calmer… I guess I just needed to take that out of my system." -she sighed, relieved. –"Besides, I forgot to tell you that my grandma arrived yesterday, to spend a few weeks, before going on her next adventure, and she invited me to go on a bike ride with her this afternoon."
"Grandma Gina is back in town?" -Alya asked her, surprised. –"Before she leaves again, she has to make us some of her world-famous gingersnap and apple cookies." -she said, as she imagined the cookies. –"I'm sorry, but I'm a sucker for those cookies."
"I know." -Marinette laughed. –"Last time she baked a tray of them for us, you ate most of them, on your own." -she continued to laugh.
"What can I say? They're delicious." –Alya laughed as well.
"You're a cookie eating machine, Alya." -Marinette joked. –"I think I'll never meet anyone with an appetite for cookies, as big as yours." -she said.
"Probably, girl." -Alya chuckled. –"Anyways, I think I already delayed you enough. I wouldn't want you to keep your grandma waiting." -she said. –"Text me, when you get home."
"Okay." -Marinette smiled at Alya. –"I'll see you tonight, online." -she said, as the two parted ways.
It was almost five o'clock in the afternoon, and in the streets of Paris, the traffic was beginning to feel crowded, with people leaving work. This meant two things. Traffic jams and honking. Anyone driving a car was automatically stuck in traffic. But for those who had a bicycle, or a motorcycle, it was a whole different story. And for Gina Dupain and her granddaughter Marinette, being stuck in traffic, was something that was not going to happen to them, in Gina's motorcycle.
Zigzagging through the streets, Gina felt like a teenager, who'd just gotten her license, and had decided to take her motorcycle for a spin, for the very first time. Despite being in her early sixties, Gina looked a lot younger. And it was not just because of the way she dressed and how she fixed her hair. It was because of the way she lived her life. Unlike her husband, who was a lot more conservative and home maker, Gina was more of a rebel, and tried her best not to stay in the same place for long.
And that was one of the things Marinette loved about her grandmother. There was never a dull moment with her around. So, it was no surprise to anyone, that whenever she showed up, Marinette insisted on them going on a ride in her motorcycle. Gina had promised her that when she turned 14, she would get her a Vespa, so she could follow on her footsteps, and Marinette knew that she would do good on her promise. She just needed to wait another year, until that happened.
As it happened, whenever they went out for a ride, grandmother and granddaughter had an itinerary they liked to take, and their first stop was just around the corner, as Gina slowed down her bike, and parked in a designated spot.
"Let's see… 15 minutes and 41 seconds. A new record!" -Gina exclaimed, as she looked at her wristwatch.
"I think you ran a couple of red lights, and two stop signs to get that new record, grandma." -Marinette told her, in an amused voice.
"They weren't yet red, they were red-green, honey." -Gina joked, as she removed her helmet. –"And as for the stop signs, well, let's just hope there wasn't a police officer near them." -she smiled at her, as Marinette removed her helmet.
"You're crazy, grandma." -Marinette told her.
"Crazy, no. But eccentric, definitely." -Gina laughed. –"The best people in the world are all a bit eccentric, honey." -she smiled. –"But we've come here to enjoy the view, not to question my eccentricities… for that, we already have your grandfather, who loves to point out that I should stay more time at home, instead of going out and seeing the world."
"I can't say I completely disagree with him. I wish you would be around more often." -Marinette told her, as they both got out of the motorcycle. –"I miss these conversations, and I miss not being able to go to you for advice." -she said.
"I miss you too, honey, but you know that I don't need to be around, for you to talk to me. I'm always one phone call away." -Gina said, making her smile. –"Now come, on, I'll race you to the top!" -she laughed, as she sprinted out of there, with Marinette quickly running after her.
The Palais du Chaillot and its balcony over Trocadero Gardens and the Eiffel Tower was a favourite spot of Gina, as well as Marinette's. Every time they went for a ride, that was their first stop. And it was easy to understand why. The place has one of the most beautiful views in Paris, and it was a place that even with all the tourists, was magical. Leaning against the balcony, they began to enjoy the view.
"I love coming to this place, when I'm in Paris." -Gina said. –"It's a got an unique energy." -she said.
"And here I thought that you liked to come here, because of the view." -Marinette chuckled.
"That too. This place is beautiful. No matter how many times I come up here, it always feels like the very first time." -Gina told Marinette. –"Makes you wish you could frame this view and take it with us… which reminds me, come on, let's take a selfie, honey." -she said, as she took out her cell phone.
"You sound just like my friend Rose." -Marinette said, as she posed next to her grandmother. –"She loves to take selfies with everyone… especially Juleka; even though she hates to have her picture taken." -she said, before smiling for the camera.
"You know I love to be photographed with you. That way, I get to look at you, every day, when I'm on vacation." -Gina declared, before kissing her on the cheek, making her chuckle.
"You've got to take me with you on one of your trips, one of these days, grandma."
"All in due time, honey. All in due time. I want you to be a little older, before I take you with me." -Gina declared. –"But it won't be long now. There are places that you can only appreciate, when you're a certain age, and soon, you'll be old enough."
"I can barely wait, grandma." -Marinette said. –"Where will you take me first?" -she asked her.
"Oh, some place cool, I guarantee it. But don't expect it to be Thailand or Argentina. No, we'll start small, and then, we'll see, honey… You've never been to Spain. Maybe I can take you to Barcelona, or Madrid, or Granada. There are so many beautiful cities in Spain, and all of them different." -Gina suggested.
"Sounds like a plan to me." -Marinette declared, as she imagined herself, walking around in one of the cities Gina had told her.
"And it's a good plan." -Gina chuckled, before turning her attention to the view in front of them, once more. –"I know I'm repeating myself, but I love this view. It's a hundred million Euro view, honey." -she said, as she looked at the Eiffel tower. –"I bet that there are millionaires out there, who wished they had a view like this, just for them."
And with that comment, Gina reminded Marinette of what happened to her at school that day. Of how Chloe had bullied her and made her look like a fool in front of Adrien. She tried to not think about it, but the harder she tried not to, the stronger the feeling hatred towards Chloe got. All she could think about, was just how rude and mean she had been to her, and how she should have slapped her for treating her the way she did. Needless to say, that when those thoughts came back to her head, Gina noticed something was wrong with Marinette. Just by looking at her, she could tell that there was something bothering her. She did not know what it was, but she knew that it was bothering her. And hew she knew that? Like all grandmothers, she had a sixth sense that told her when things were wrong with her granddaughter.
"What's the matter, Marinette?" -Gina asked her.
"Uh… nothing." -Marinette answered her, forcing a smile.
"Nothing, no, honey. I know you better than you know yourself. And I can tell that there's something wrong." -Gina told her. –"I have a sixth sense that's telling me that. Plus, you only smile like that, when you're pretending everything's fine." -she said. –"You know you can tell me anything, Marinette."
Marinette knew very well that she could tell her grandmother anything. There were only two other people to whom she told everything that happened, those were her mother and Alya. But she didn't want to upset Ginny with what had happened, especially since they had gone out to have fun, and she didn't want to remember what had happened. But knowing that her grandmother won't leave her alone until she told him everything, Marinette decided to tell her what had happened.
"Oh, so that's what happened." -Gina said, with a serous voice.
"It was awful, grandma. Not only I made a fool out of myself in front of Adrien, but she also mocked me." –Marinette sighed. –"When I got out of school, I was so mad I could chew nails." -she admitted.
"What she did was not right, I admit it." -Gina said. –"But I'm sure that she was punished."
"She was. Miss Bustier talked with her, and told her that she's going to get an afternoon detention, on Friday." -Marinette said. –"But it won't matter, because that's never going to happen." -she sighed, frustrated. –"Knowing Chloe, she's going to tell her dad what happened, and then he's going to call Principal Damocles, and tell him that if Chloe ends up in detention, there will be serious repercussions for the school, and the principal is going to tell Miss Bustier to just drop the punishment, and Chloe will get away with it… again."
Gina understood why Marinette was so upset with what happened. She had heard Chloe's name being spoken by her, one too many times, over the years, and knew that Marinette and her did not get along, to say the least. And upon hearing what had happened, she felt Marinette had every right to being upset and mad. If she had been mistreated the way her granddaughter had been mistreated, and knew the person who was responsible for it would not be punished for it, she too would be mad about it.
"That shouldn't happen." -Gina declared. –"Just because she's the mayor's daughter, doesn't mean she could get away with anything." -she said.
"Yeah, but in Chloe's case, it really means that, grandma." -Marinette sighed, upset. –"t's just not fair." -she sighed again.
"I wish I could tell you that otherwise, honey, but throughout your life, you're going to see that life is unfair, and that people who aren't nice towards others, usually don't get their comeuppance." -Gina said, as she placed her hand over Marinette's shoulder.
"I know that, grandma. But that Chloe… I mean, I get along with everyone in my class, except for her." -Marinette said. –"I know I can't be friends with everyone, and I accept that. But would it be asking for much, if the two of us had a neutral relationship, where I don't bother her, and she doesn't bother me?" -she asked out loud.
"No, it wouldn't, honey." -Gina said. –"But if we're both being honest about it, it doesn't help that you two are in love with the same boy." -she said. –"The way she was probably raised, she sees you as an obstacle in her way, and the only way she knows how to deal with it, is by knocking you out of her way."
"That doesn't give her the right to be mean." -Marinette told her. –"Especially when you can see that Adrien's not interested in her. He has told her that, numerous times." -she thought to herself.
"I never said it did, Marinette. I'm just stating how things are." -Gina said. –"She sees you as an obstacle in the way to her own happiness, and that's one of the reasons why she picks on you and bullies you, constantly." -she said. –"I'm quite sure that this would never happen, if the two of you were friends."
"Grandma…that's a very nice thought, but I'll never be friends with Chloe. She's despicable, she's spoiled, she's rude, she's obnoxious, she's mean, she's arrogant, she's snobbish, she's…" -Marinette told her.
"She's a girl just like you, Marinette." -Gina interrupted her. –"She's a human being, just like you. And just like you, she has both qualities and defects. Maybe she has more defects than qualities, but that's not a reason for you to badmouth her like that. Your parents and I have raised you better than that." -she told her, only to realize she might have come a little too strong on her. –"I'm sorry, honey. I didn't mean to say that, as if it was a bad thing… I can see that you're frustrated and angry with her, and with good reason. And I know that you have your reasons for not liking her…. Believe me, when I was your age, I've also dealt with some bullies, who were particularly mean. So, I know, it's not an easy thing to do. Especially when someone mistreats you."
"Thanks, grandma." -Marinette smiled at her.
"Bullies are a very particular kind of people. And some of them are some real pieces of work." -Gina told her. –"But have you ever wondered that the reason why this girl is the way she is, is because she has everything she wants, but not everything she needs?" -she asked her.
"Everything she wants, but not everything she needs?" -Marinette asked her, puzzled. –"What do you mean, grandma?" -she asked.
"I mean, that being as rich as she is, she has things that people like us, will never be able to afford. But at the same time, she most likely doesn't have what she truly needs, like love and affection from a family that loves her." -Gina explained to her. –"You know the old saying, "Money doesn't buy happiness". But the truth is, money can buy a lot of things, including peace of mind, which is something quite close to happiness. But it can't buy you love and affection, which are things that one can only get from people, who are willing to give it to them." -she said. –"Her father is the mayor, so he must not have much time to be with her, and from what you told me once, her mother spends her time in New York, and isn't the nicest person in the world."
"Are you saying that she's like this because her parents aren't giving her the love and affection she needs?" -Marinette asked her, -"Grandma, it can't be just because of that." -she told her.
"I'm not saying that she is the way she is, just because she doesn't get love and affection, honey." -Gina told her. –"There are people that are just mean by nature. But that doesn't mean she's one of them. And I like to think that because she's a teenager like you, and she's still trying to get to know herself, as well as trying to find out what kind of person she wants to be, she might eventually, change her ways." -she said. –"I remember you telling me that one of your other friends, is her best-friend. What was her name, again?"
"Sabrina. And yes, she's Chloe's best-friend." –Marinette sighed. –"But she treats her like a slave, most of the times." -she said.
"Like you said, most of the times. But there are times when she must treat her well. Otherwise, I don't think she would hang out with her, or even be her friend." -Gina commented. -"If this Sabrina is her best-friend, then that must mean that your bully is not as bad as you paint her." -she said, noticing how unconvinced she was, from the look in her eyes. –"I know that you're probably thinking I'm wrong about it. But take it from someone who's been on this Earth, a lot longer than you have been, honey. There's always a reason for people to be the way they are, always. Nobody is born evil. Not even criminals or murderers."
Gina's words of wisdom were echoing inside Marinette's mind. She believed her grandmother was right, when she said that nobody is born evil, even if sometimes it feels like certain people are born already evil.
"I believe that. But I also believe that nobody should be allowed to hurt, bully or mock anyone, just because they feel like it." -Marinette said.
"On that, I agree with you." -Gina said. –"But that doesn't mean they can't change." -she said.
"True. But I bet that Chloe's never going to change." -Marinette told her. –"If you knew her like I do, you would know that I'm right." -she sad. –"She'll continue to be a spoiled brat, who's going to grow up into someone like her mother, who's not exactly Miss Sunshine either, grandma. Like mother, like daughter, that's what I say."
"Well, you'll never know, unless you try to see if she can change. There are times that the person who must change, needs to be the first to give the first step, but doesn't do it. And when that happens, the other person has to be the one to give the first step, to make things happen." -Gina explained to her. –"She might not give the first step, when it comes to change the way she behaves towards others, and you can't control that. No matter how much we want to, one can't control other person's actions and thoughts. But you can control your own actions and thoughts, Marinette. You can decide if you want to be the one to take first step, or not."
She knew where her grandmother was going with that talk. Just like her teacher, Miss Bustier, had told her and her friends, she was reminding her that the best way to solve problems and improve relationships, was to be the one to give the first step.
"Do you really believe that if I take the first step, and start acting nice towards Chloe, even if she continues to treat me like dirt, she'll eventually become nicer?" -Marinette asked Gina, with a voice that revealed she was not convinced that would happen. –"If it was that easy, then, there wouldn't be any kind of disagreement in the world, grandma." -she said.
"That, I don't know, honey. But as your grandfather is always saying, one must prepare for the worst, and hope for the best." -Gina declared, making her husband's words, her own. –"Also, and this is going to sound cliché, but if we don't hope for the best, when we take on certain challenges, we would never try new things." -she said. –"I get that it's hard for you to even imagine the possibility of that girl ever becoming nicer towards you and others, let alone becoming your friend, But if you never try to see what happens, when you change the way you act towards her, you'll never know if there was any chance of you two becoming friends, or at the very least, that she'll stop bullying you."
As she heard her grandmother, Marinette imagined how her life would be, if Chloe was her friend, and not her sworn enemy and bully. It was hard for her to imagine it, given how sometimes the heiress treated her and the rest of the class. With the exception of Adrien, and sometimes Sabrina, Chloe was rude to everyone. She also had a knack to get on everyone's nerves, and she used to get her way, sometimes. The more she thought about it, the harder it was for her to believe that one day Chloe would change. But deep down, she knew that their relationship would always be the opposite of friendship, if she treated her, the same way the heiress treated her.
"Okay, I'll try." -Marinette sighed.
"You'll try what?" -Gina asked her, in a playful, yet serious tone.
"I'll try not to let Chloe Bourgeois get on my nerves, and I'll do everything in my power to be the one to give the first step on improving our relationship." -Marinette answered her.
"That's a very mature decision of yours, honey. And I can't say I'm surprised with it." -Gina said, feeling proud of her granddaughter. –"With each passing day, you're not only getting more and more beautiful, but also more and more sensible and wise, Marinette. Just yesterday, you were a little child, and now, you're a teenager. Time passes too fast, and one of these days, you'll become an adult, and I know that beauty and wisdom will be things you won't lack, because you already have plenty of them."
"Grandma, don't say that! You're making me blush!" -Marinette chuckled, as she began to feel her cheeks getting redder by the second.
"You blush too easily, honey!" -Gina laughed. –"If you don't find a way to control that blushing, when you snag that Adrien Agreste, he's going to have a field day, teasing you about it." -she joked.
"Et tu, grandma Gina?!" –Marinette sad, in a dramatic tone.
"You know your parents love to talk about how much you like that boy, honey." -Gina said. –"And that's a good thing. Because it means that they approve of him." -she said.
"I know it is. But I don't even know if he even feels the same for me, as I feel for him." -Marinette told her. –"And I feel that the longer it'll take me to tell him, the less chance I'll have of ever dating him."
"You're young. Time is something that you have to spare." -Gina said. –"And I know you'll tell him when the time is right." -she smiled, before whispering to Marinette's ear. –"I mean, how can he resist a face as precious as yours… not to mention that cute little butt of yours."
"Grandma!" -Marinette exclaimed, a little bit shocked by what she heard, before bursting into laughs.
"What? You think your old grandma doesn't know to flirt talk?" -Gina joked. –"Remember, I've been around for a lot longer than you have, and what you know, I have known for a long time, honey." -she said.
"You're not that old." -Marinette chuckled. –"But it's strange to hear you say those things." -she laughed.
"Always remember this, Marinette. There are no dirty words. Only dirty meanings, and when words are spoken to someone who only has a person's best interest at heart, they can use whatever words they want, because they won't offend them." -Gina declared.
"Another little piece of old wisdom?" -Marinette asked her, cheerfully.
"Exactly, honey." -Gina smiled at Marinette.
They both stayed there, talking to one another for a few more minutes, while enjoying the view. It was hard for them to not feel attracted to it, given it was such a beautiful view. But they knew that if they still wanted to make a few more stops, before heading back home, they needed to get going. The traffic jams would only get worse, as the Sun continued to go down, and even with Gina's incredible driving abilities, it was not going to be an easy task. Going down the staircase, they made their way back to where the motorcycle was parked.
"Can I choose where we're going next?" -Marinette asked her, as they reached the motorcycle.
"You know the rules. The driver is the one who decides the itinerary. When you have your own bike, you can choose where to go." -Gina said, with a playful smile on her face. –"But I'll let it slide, this time." -she chuckled, as she got on the motorcycle.
"You always let it slide, grandma." -Marinette chuckled. –"But I think it's going to be a while, before I get to drive one of these." -she said, as she grabbed her helmet.
"I did promise you that when you turn 14, I'm getting you, your very own Vespa. And you know that when it comes to promises, I tend to make good on them." -Gina reminded her. –"You only have to wait until next year. I'll offer you the Vespa, and your grandfather will offer you the money for the driving lessons and the license. And until then, you can ride with me, when I'm in town, just to get a taste of the kind of freedom, you will have, when you get your very own motorcycle." -she told Marinette. –"A Vespa isn't the same, but it's ideal for a young girl like you."
"I can hardly wait." -Marinette admitted. –"Having my own means of transportation is going to be great. I'll never be late for school again, and I'll never have to rely on the schedules of both buses and the underground." -she smiled, when her stomach grumbled. –"Oops, I guess I should've eaten something, before we left."
"If you're hungry, we can stop somewhere for a snack." -
"Well, since you're allowing me to decide where we're going from here, I know just the place we can go." -Marinette said. –"How about we go to the Chinese restaurant of the family of my friend Kim?" -she asked Gina. –"You still remember it, don't you? They have the best snacks, and if we're really hungry, we can try their all-you-can-eat buffet, which Kim is always bragging about."
"In other words, you're feeling like having dinner, before dinner, am I right?" -Gina joked. –"I don't see why not. As I remember, the food of your friend's family restaurant was quite good. I think we can go for some Moo Goo Gai Pain, or some spring rolls, or some Chop Suey. It's your dad's turn to cook, and I know you're not a very big fan of his bouillabaisse. And we wouldn't want you to starve. You're a growing girl." -she chuckled, as she put her helmet on.
"You're the best, grandma Gina." -Marinette told her, as she put her helmet one
"Tell me something I don't know already, honey." -Gina laughed, as she turned on the ignition. –"Hold tight, Marinette. Next stop, Chinatown." -she said.
This one-shot has been simmering for a couple of months now. The idea for it just popped into my head, when I was going through some old photos of mine, where I was accompanied by my younger brother and my grandmother Adelina. One thing led to another, and soon I was writing this, in part, because I felt it was time for Marinette and her grandmother to have a chapter that was just about them. I took a little inspiration from the conversations I used to have with my grandmother, when I had a really bad day at school. She always knew what to say to get me in a better mood.
Also, the idea of Marinette having a Vespa is finally making its way into this AU. Some people have asked me to give her one, and well, I guess it's time. I'm sorry to those who expected me to give her one before the end of the first season, but ths was partly because of my cultural background. It's because in France, it's custom for teenagers to start driving when they're 14 (when it comes to motorcycles) , while in Portugal, you can only get a driver's lincense when you're 18 (and in the case of motorcycles, you can only get a license, when you're 16, so I hope you understand that the cultural reality in my country is a little bit different from the one in France. Mea culpa on that one.
Oh, and before anyone asks, yes, chronologically, this is the very first chapter of this AU.
Anyways, I hope you all liked this new one-shot, and as always, feel free to comment, fav and leave your suggestions to improve this fic, or future ones.