Adrien glared at Marinette after they got on the train, both deciding that they would leave after a few days of the party. He watched as she twisted her hair in her hand and around her fingers, humming the song they were going to play at the competition. "Your hair." He held a strand of it in his hand, Marinette looking at him. They were already sat next to each other due to the mother and daughter across from them who needed to sit together.

"What about it?"

"You should cut it."

"Why?" Marinette pulled her hair out of his grasp.

"It just looks like it bothers you and I think you would look better with short hair."

"Well I didn't ask what you think." Marinette crossed her arms.

"Just a suggestion." He shrugged his shoulders, looking out the window then to the little girl across from them, their mother long since asleep.

"You two are pretty." She whispered and both teens slightly laughed.

"Thank you, what's your name?" Marinette asked.

"AnnMaria." She smiled, Marinette smiling.

"I'm Marinette and this is Adrien," she smiled. "Do you know where you're going?"

"We're going to surprise my daddy. He's coming back from the army tomorrow!" She smiled wide, Marinette softly smiling.

"Do you know where you're going to see him?" She shook her head, looking down at the coloring book in her lap and soon start going to color it again.

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Adrien and Marinette got off the train, Amelia hugging Adrien tight as he got off, Marinette knowing that her parents would have been back by now and thought that they would have came and worried about her; but they were no where in sight. "Marinette," she looked over at Amelia, the woman wrapping her arms around Marinette as she stood still. "You had me worried."

"Me?"

Amelia held Marinette by her shoulders. "Yes you, why wouldn't I worry about you? Your practically family now."

"You don't want me in your family." Marinette brushed her hands off of her shoulders, walking off of the deck and into the station and into the town, a ten minute walk she would have to do in heels. She started her march, an old beat up pickup truck rolling up next to her.

"Marinette get in," she glared up at the slowly moving truck, Adrien at the wheel. "Get in."

"What happened to your mother?"

"She brought her own car now get in before I change my mind."

"Change your mind. I wouldn't be caught dead in that thing." Marinette stuck her nose high in the air, continuing her march into town as rain started to pour, going down faster every second.

"Marinette it's raining," thunder cracked above them. "Get in." The rain poured harder. Marinette groaned and got into his truck, putting her bag in the backseat and Adrien drove into town.

"Where did you even get this thing?" She slid off her heels, resting her feet on the dashboard. Adrien darted his eyes to her then away to the road.

"My Father left it. He took a train to Paris, told my Mother he needed to leave his old life behind." Adrien leaned his head against his arm on his window.

"Oh."

Adrien hummed as they fell into the silence, the sound of rain hitting the top. Marinettes teeth chattered as she held herself trying to keep warm. "The heaters broken but I have a blanket in the back. It's under the seat behind me," Marinette reached into the back, her dress pulling over hips as she grabbed the blanket under his seat and quickly fixing herself as Adrien cracking up as she sat back down and draped the blanket over her body. "Nice underwear."

"You don't just stay stuff like that!" Marinette yelled at him. "I barely even know you!"

"Everyone at school has classified us as best friends Princess, and you know more things about me then anyone else, I never really talk about my Father actually." She watched as Adrien kept his eyes on the road, turning into the town and going to his house.

"What're you doing?"

"It'll take me a while to get to your house in this rain and since my house is close it would be better for you to stay the night and get your school stuff in the morning." Adrien opened the car door, slamming it shut and running into the house after grabbing his stuff from the back. Marinette grabbed her heels and her bag, soon running into the house and stopping at the door, her hair sticking to her face that was pulled of makeup.