Adrien's dad apologised while we ate breakfast. Croissants smothered with Nutella and strawberries on the side (Author: sorry if you're hungry). I could feel the crispy pastry against my lips and I had never eaten anything so delicious in my life.
"We're going to town with one of my friends so we can get some clothes for you". Adrien said, mouth full of Nutella goodness. Bad manners.
"Thank you so much for being kind to me. I mean, you've given me a place to sleep, food and now you're buying me clothes!" I replied still in disbelief that this is real. (Author: So realistic)

I wore Adrien's pink beach shorts, a huge baggy white shirt which was drowning me and his black crocs. Very stylish if you ask me.

The town wasn't big at all and the shops were tiny. They were probably owned by people who used the words 'radical' and 'gnarly' way too much.
"We're meeting Chloé outside the coffee shop". He said, brushing his fingers through his hair.
"Ok". I replied with dread. A girl? Noo.

*after a few minutes of waiting*

"There she is. In the yellow" Adrien shouted, nudging me with joy as he pointed at Chloé.

She strutted her stuff in her white high heels which were inconvenient for the walking we were about to do. She had short denim shorts on which were more less a piece of fabric and a tight yellow crop top, suffocating her skin, but she liked it.

"Adddrekiiiiins!!" She whined, annoying voice booming across the town.
"Hey Chloé". He replied as they hugged way too long for my liking. I don't like him. It's just.. never mind.
"You must be Marinette!" she screamed, pulling me into a hug, perfume choking me. Her golden hair cascaded down her shoulders, bouncing with volume. Adrien and her looked liked models together. Then there was just me, navy pigtails and black crocs...

We walked into H&M, split up and agreed to meet near the changing rooms on the first floor.

In the end I found a white off the shoulder top and jean shorts, not too short like someone's.

We met at the changing rooms and Adrien said he was going to take the escalator to the men's changing rooms, so it was just me and Chloé. We went into to our separate changing rooms and I took off my weird outfit, hanging it over the top of the door with my new one.

I heard a familiar giggle. Chloé. She grabbed all of the clothes on the door and ran off in her little heels. Shit. I was standing there in the changing rooms, with no clothes on and no clothes to change into...