"Weren't you supposed to come during February anyways." Adrien questioned, raising his brow.

"I wanted to finish the school year in Florida." I sighed remembering my dear sweet school and friends. I couldn't wait till I boarded that plane home.

He suddenly pulled out his phone from his pocket which might I add was and I-phone X, was this guy rich or something? Because he certainly did remind me of someone I had seen before.

"Can I take a picture of you." He asked calmly.

"What for?"

"Proof that you exist."

As soon as I said no, the flash of the camera was already on.

"Pardon me Marinette." He apologized sarcastically. "Maybe you should speak up a tad bit." I rolled my eyes.

A few seconds of silence passed and he put his airpods back in, beginning to kick the ball again. Adrien really needed some scoldings about his etiquette, he was confusing. It was like one minute he was there and then the next he wasn't, he must be a psychopath.

As I turned to begin walking away from the very awkward encounter, he spoke up again.

"Hey, wanna come meet my mom, she's been in desperate need of american company."

"No thanks."

"It's just down the street, I promise i'm not a serial killer or anything." Adrien smirked slyly.

"Didn't think you were until now." I smartly retorted.

"I'm too scrawny to be a serial killer, and I hate horror movies."

     I had to pick and I had to do it soon, go back home and be haunted my my moms journal or walk to a strangers home.

"I'll come with you." I relented, it couldn't be bad, and this was the first person I interacted with other than Camille and Tom, also the driver if you could count him, so might as well make it worth while.

"Okay." He tucked the soccer ball under his arm and we both began walking our merry way to his house, and surprisingly, he was truly a head taller than me.

"When did you get here anyways." He asked to clear the small comfortable silence.

"Last night."

"You must be jet lagged as hell."

"Oh yeah, believe me when I say that my head has been pounding since we arrived and I feel like i'm floating." I chuckled lightheartedly.

"Just wait until the second night, you'll be up all night, I once climbed a tree just to get connection for my laptop so I could use it to distract me and when that didn't work, I began playing solitaire even though I completely suck at it."

"I've been told I have an miraculous amount of talent when it comes to solitaire." I smirked slightly nudging him as we walked.

"And i'm really good at climbing trees, and I don't believe you, you must've cheated."

"I taught myself in second grade and since then I worked myself up."

"Interesting." He looked up and began jogging.

"Thats my house! I'll race you to it!" He pointed to a gate and we began running, slowly passing each other but as he began running first, I still managed to beat him.

I looked back triumph flashing in my big smile. "Beat ya." I smirked as he got there a few seconds later.

"Well you're competitive, never would have thought so.."Adrien panted with a stupid grin on his face, "Too bad this isn't actually my house.. Guess none of us won since we didn't actually reach my house."

     I rolled my eyes for almost the twentieth time already.

     "So.. Whats the deal with your dad? Hasn't he owned the bakery for like.. Forever?" Adrien asked looking up at me.

     We began walking further up and I began, "I guess, It's been about 15 years already. My mom died so thats why I came to live with him." What the hell! Why did I just tell him technically everything.. His face dropped slightly and he looked down at his feet.

    Adrien finally looked over with a look I wasn't even sure I could read, his blond hair falling into his face.

     "How did she die?" He asked.
     "Heart cancer."
     "Did she have it long?"
     "No.. She died just a few months after the doctors revealed it to us." I began fidgeting with my hands, fighting the faucets in my eyes.

     "Dang.. Sorry."

     "Thanks."

      The air was quiet and all you could really hear were our footsteps before Adrien spoke up again. "It's weird how we talk about that. I say 'I'm sorry' and you say 'thanks.' "

     I had always had that thought, "I think it's weird too. But it's what people expect you to say."

     "Whats it like.." Adrien asked.

     I gave him a questioning look.

     "Losing your mom." He continued. I stopped in my tracks, no one had ever asked me how it felt and I thought about telling him
that loss is like trying to comprehend what is beyond comprehension. I sucked up my cheesy metaphors though.

    "It sucks." I admitted beginning to walk again.

     "I bet it does. Sorry."

      "Thanks." I gave him a small smile, "Hey! we did it again!"

     Adrien stopped in front of gates, that looked like they had a whole prison security system.

     "Whats with the prison system installed around your house?"

     "Everyone here has at least one weird attribute to their house varying from the person to the actual building." He mused.

     Once we actually made it past the gate, my eyes gazed over the beautiful home. Who would have thought Adrien lived here..

     "Feast your eyes upon the Agreste manor.." He winked, "It used to belong to my grandma before she moved to St Tropez, which I gladly appreciate."

     "I am soo telling her." I chuckled.

     "Good luck trying to, old hag speaks nothing but french, which you.. coincidentally don't know. Fear not though because when she's around, my mom forgets even the simple french phrases." He shot a sly grin before opening the front door.