"Thanks for letting me use your phone, Cami." I handed her the phone back as she handed me a chocolate chip cookie, which I instantly took a bite out of, reveling in the sweet taste.

     "Of course." She beamed again, Camille was really sweet, and had a quirky attitude, she was already beginning to grow on me. She looked to be around 30 and was very thin, she had long brown hair and thin brows.

     "Cami.. Can I ask you a few questions.." I asked hopefully.. I wanted to see if Camille had any information on my mom and dads relationship.

     "Hit me with it." She winked.

     "Why did my mom and dad split?" I cut to the chase and Camilles face suddenly dropped.

     "Sabine and Tom loved each other very much.. Their split was sudden and after that Tom refused to talk about her on what happened." Camille admitted, "It was like one day they were happy and lovey dove and then the next Sabine left without even saying bye."

     "Has my dad mentioned me before?" I asked next.

     "No, It was all news to me." She told me and I stayed quiet for a few seconds before beginning to speak again.

"Hey do you both mind if I go to the park for a little, to work on my designs?" I asked, looking over at Tom who had just noticed I was there. Why had he never mentioned me?

"Thats fine, make sure you don't get kidnapped." Tom gave me a goofy smile, and Camille let a small laugh out.

I ran back upstairs, almost sliding back down a few times and opened my suitcase, finding the sketch book.

"Hah-ha, you can't hide from me!" I lifted it up and ran back downstairs giving them both a wave as I ran out the store. As I made my way to the park, I almost got ran over which was very.. exciting.

The park was slightly full, mainly tourist and a few people playing sports like soccer or football. I began walking around a little bit, finding a place that was less isolated.

I came encountered with a small corner of the park, and I sat down on a bench before noticing a guy playing with a soccer ball. He seemed to be my age, and had blond hair, green eyes and was just kicking the ball back and forth to himself as he listened to music from hair air pods.

I began staring at him like the dumb 'creep' I was, and feeling a slight bit awkward since he seemed to be my age and I wasn't exactly social. Maybe I could sneak away without being noticed, and my bad luck finally caught up with me once he noticed me.

We both began making eye contact and I awkwardly gave a cheeky smile.

"Are you lost or something?" He asked as he pulled out his air pods looking straight at me.

I became flustered for not exact reason which added more to the awkward tension.

"You speak english?" I ask like a dumb toddler, of course he speaks english Marinette, he just said a sentence in english with an barely there accent!

"Kinda-of." He posed a sarcastic french accent.

"So you're american." I asked crossing my arms across my chest.

"Kind of."

I stared at him, he had an american accent and knew english but he looked as french as anyone could ever get.

He crossed his arms across his chest in a girly manner and I realized that he was mocking me. What a good first impression.. Now I just want to kick him in the..

I put my arms by my side and asked what he meant by kind of american. Who did he think he was mocking me!

     "My mother is american and my father is french but i've lived here for most of my life, where are you from?" He asked as he took a seat next to me holding his soccer ball.

     "Florida, but i'm staying here for the summer." I answered as vaguely as I could, putting my hands in my lap an I toyed with them.

     "Where are you staying?"

     I pointed him in the direction of the bakery and he gave me a confused look.

     "The bakery?" He asked giving me a questionable look, I nodded and he shrugged.

"Weird." Was all he set and I began getting more ticked off as seconds passed.

"How is it weird? Sure its a bakery but right above it is a house and that house is kind of nice and having a bakery right under comes with its advantages like sweets and all that plus I have no choice either way since my dad owns it." Why was I defending the bakery? I barely have been there for two days and here i'm going off on someone about it.

He shrugged as he got back up, walking with his soccer ball, putting his air pods back in, I guess this was my cue to leave.

"It was an honor to meet you, mysterious french-american.. Guess i'll see you around." I retorted, slightly loudly, he wasn't going to hear me anyways, but right when I began walking away..

"It's Adrien.. Agreste" He exclaimed back to me, giving me a sly smile. I began blushing from embarrassment. "Or.. mysterious french-american, that works too."

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"Nice to you meet.. I mean meet you..!Adrien." I looked down with an awkward smile on my face. Internally screaming at my stupidity.

"Do you go by Marinette, or do you have a nickname too?" He asked nonchalantly.
For a second I started to believe I was in a dream, or an alternate universe, how did he know my name if I never told him, nor had I ever met him.

"How do you know my name..? I never told you." I questioned slowly, who was he anyways? A creepy stalker guy?

"I go to FDHS, your dad came in about the enrollments." Adrien slightly laughed, but I still didn't comprehend what he meant.

"Whats that?"

"Françoise Dupont High School."

I let out a breathe I didn't know I was holding, "Oh right, the high school." The school I would attend if I decided to want to extend my stay which I figured I probably wouldn't.

"It's not a big school with only 17 students in our grade level, so having a new student is always a big deal there, they've been talking about you since February. You're some kind of legend. This one guy named Kim blamed his failure of a chemistry project on you."

I wondered how they knew about me so soon since I only found out a few weeks ago. I was sort of creeped out at first.

"Thats weird."

"You don't look like anything I thought you would look like." Adrien suddenly mused.

"How so?"

"For starters, you are extremely short, a whole head shorter than me, and you look very french."

"Then why did you talk to me in english if i'm so french." I scowled, crossing my hands across my chest.

"You're clothes." Adrien simply answered.

I was wearing leggings and a simple hoodie.
What was so american about that? I wasn't dressed as the flag or anything near that.
"How's my outfit american?"

"Basic hoodie, leggings.." Adrien smirk, "This is the mother of the fashion industry, give it a few months and you'll realize that nobody goes anywhere here without one designer accessory."

"I don't see you wearing any Louis Vuitton." I replied with a smirk of my own.

"Soccer outfits are an exception, its as french as a sport could get, after all.. We did win the 1984 Olympic Champion.. But i'm french so either way, everything looks good on me." He winked and I snorted, was he lying though?