Marinette sat on the seat, her elbow resting on the soft velvet armrest as her chin rested on the palm of her hand, her eyes watching as tree after tree passed by her. She looked over at Adrien as his phone buzzed in his pocket, him taking it out and holding his phone to his ear. "Adrien where are you! Your principal says you're not at school!" Amelia yelled at him.

"I'm going to Paris, I'm caught up and actually ahead of everyone else Mother."

"Adrien we discussed this, you can't go anywhere without someone," Amelia gritted her teeth, Adrien keep his gaze out the window as Marinette studied his facial expression. He was too calm for being yelled at. "Are you getting off?" He looked down at the ticket in his hand, both teens waiting to get them punched.

"Yeah."

"Adrien-"

"It's better then going to Berlin Mother."

"Berlin! Adrien you know that's going to take days! Days!"

"That's why I'm going to Paris. Marinette traded my ticket."

"You're," there was silence. "You're with Marinette?"

"Yes Mother." Adrien rolled his eyes after a slight pause, Marinette giggling softly as he stuck his tongue out to her.

"Are you-"

"Hell no!" Adrien couldn't help but yell, everyone in their seats directing their attention to him as he nervously laughed. "No Mother, there's no need to worry about that. We just saw each other at the train station, that's all."

"Do her parents know where she's going?"

"I would assume so," Adrien sighed. "I need to get off my phone now Mother."

"O-Okay, call me when you get off," Adrien hummed. "Goodbye, I love you."

"Bye."

"I love you." Amelia repeated, Adrien groaning and rolling his eyes as Marinette giggled.

"Love you too," he quickly replied and hung up, glaring at Marinette as she laughed. "What? Worried someone actually loves me?"

"No," she slowed her giggles to a nothing, gazing out the window. "My parents and I never have that."

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Marinette picked up her bag, slinging it over her shoulder as she walked off the train, Adrien with his small duffle bag in his hand as he followed Marinette out as she pulled out her phone then holding it to her ear, humming softly as she pulled it down after it went to voicemail. "She must be at school."

"So where'll we go?" Adrien asked as Marinette walked through the station, down to the small port where cars were lined and soon finding Alya and Nino in his car, intensely making out. Marinette smacked them both on the back of the head and they both glared at her as she crossed her arms, Nino getting out and putting her bag in the trunk.

"Adrien Nino, Nino Adrien," Marinette muttered as she climbed into the back of the convertible, Adrien only seeing this type of car in magazines and admiring its polished trim. "Get in." He looked at Marinette, Nino taking his bag and throwing it in the back while Adrien got in, soon Nino driving off.

"Where to Mari?" Nino looked in the rearview mirror, seeing her gazing at Adrien as he admired the city.

"Hmm?" She turned to the front, shaking her head slightly. "To The Cafe. I need a decently made coffee."

"Our coffee is good." Adrien turned to her, her long hair whipping behind her as she stared to the front.

"No it's not, it tastes like rotten sushi." Adrien scoffed and rolled his eyes.

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Adrien slouched back in the dark wooded chair, soft jazz music playing from the band in the corner as he studied the art on the walls, selling for thousands of millions of euros. The bell over the door chimed, Adrien turning his head to see three girls walk in, two seeing vaguely familiar and one all too familiar.

She turned her head, a smirk applying upon her thin lips as she strutted over to the table, Adrien slouching further into his seat as she landed and stopped at his side. "Hi Adrien~"

"Lila." Her name was poison in his mouth.

"What're you doing with these losers?"

"I don't know, what're you doing here?" He sat up, leaning his arms on the oak table and slouching over it, slightly looking up at her hazel green eyes. "I thought you went back to Italy."

"Paris is better then that dump you call a town." She flicked her hair, walking back to Chloe and Sabrina and them sitting down.

"What happened to them?" Marinette asked as their coffees were set down on the table.

"After you left we got this new girl and she kinda just took them from us, I don't mind, they were bitches anyway," Alya sipped on her coffee. "Anyway Kim is throwing a party tonight and invited me, thus inviting you and Adrien." Alya smiled as Marinette giggled, longing to go to another Paris party, especially one of Kim's. His were always wild.

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Adrien stayed against the wall, a cup in hand that was long sense empty with people running past him, drunk and horny as they pushed Adrien up against the wall more. He was never much of a party man, he'd prefer staying inside somewhere quiet and reading or farm work he rarely did then partying. He spotted Marinette on the other end of the living room dancing dangerously close to a boy with him grinding up against her, his cup of, whatever he was drinking spilling against the floor.

"Ah yo Marinette!" He heard someone yell and watched as she walked away from him, him in a state of haziness and deliriousness to know what happened.

"Enjoying yourself?" She asked as she leaned up against the wall next to him.

"Not really, I'm not a party guy," Marinette hummed as she leaned her head back against the wall, her hair dropped over her pale shoulders as she panted for air. "Enjoying yourself?"

"I haven't danced that hard in so long it hurts," she grabbed Adriens cup, walking away and filling it up and giving it back after taking a gulp. "I don't think I'm a party girl anymore."

"Surprising coming from a girl who threw a party two days ago." She glared at him, nudging his arm as he took a sip of the whatever she gave him.

"That party was more relaxed then this."

"Agreed." Adrien laughed as Marinette stood up from the wall.

"Well I'm getting a drink," she stretched her arms up, soon resting her hands on her hips that were draped with a tight red dress. "Wait here." He nodded, taking another drink as Marinette walked off. It was not like he would go anywhere. She came back minutes later, Adrien looking more uncomfortable then he did when she left.

Marinette chugged what she got to drink, some people noticing and chanting chug as more boys poured her more drinks to swallow down. She soon had down three cups and everyone had gone back to their previous conversations or annoying thing to do. Adrien laughed as Marinette swayed with the loud rock music you could barely hear threw all the bodies, her eyes hazy but not drunk or even the slightest bit tipsy.

She pressed her body against Adriens as a group of people wanting to leave pushed past them, Marinette grabbing Adriens head and pressing her lips to his, then pulling away and tracing her head up to his ear. "My Mama warned me about drugs on the streets. She didn't warn me about you." And before Adrien could say anything back Marinette had already disappeared to find Alya and Nino.