You found yourself thinking a lot now that you were back in Paris that various spots around the city were the last place you wanted to be.

But you decided right then and there that being back at your old high school was truly the last place you had wanted to be.

The whole thing was absolutely ridiculous.

They made you go to the front office and speak to the principal you had already known for years, and then allow him to show you around the campus.

You noticed that Marinette had trailed close behind you the entire time. You knew it was probably so she could show you to the classroom once you were finished, but it was the same teacher from your freshman year.

You truly believed you could make it just fine.

"Could someone please explain to me what the point of all that was?" You hissed under your breath to Marinette as the two of you stood before your old classroom.

Marinette laughed awkwardly. "I don't know."

You shook your head, completely done with that day already. "I was gone for like two years! How could I possibly forget the layout of a building as simple as this in such little time?" You exclaimed and she just sighed once more, shaking her head.

"I really couldn't tell you Y/n." Her eyes flickered to something behind you and grabbed your arm before you had the chance to look. "Let's head inside." Her smile was forced and her voice was shaky.

"What's wrong Marinette?" You tried to turn your head but she yanked you harder.

"Nothing I-"

"Ah. So the rumors are true after all."

That voice sent a chill down your spine, the same way it had years ago.

"Never mind Marinette, keep pulling me I am no longer intrigued." You allowed your body to fall limp.

Marinette was stunned into place.

"You've got to be kidding me." You clicked your tongue. "You aren't still going on with this childish thing!" Your question was delivered as more of a snap.

"Oh come on now, don't be like that Y/n." His voice was so taunting it pissed you off.

You whipped around to face him and the force of your movements was strong enough to snap Marinette out of her Adrien-induced-trance.

You were surprised when you saw him, his look changed drastically when compared to the way he still talked to you. He discarded the prep boy look and replaced it with black ripped jeans and a slightly oversized black Gabriel Agreste original hoodie.

Your eyes narrowed and you noticed the studs in his ears. That didn't look like something his father would have approved. You were surprised to say the least.

"Wow. These past couple of years have been hard on you." You crossed your arms and looked him up and down with a know it all expression.

Adrien just let out a low chuckle and stepped closer to you, the pack of girls that had been following him left begrudgingly. It was easy not to notice the harsh way they glared at you when he was stepping so close to you.

There was just something so different about this version of Adrien.

"These years were amazing. Without you here I didn't have to worry about someone constantly whining about being a place behind me. I can keep top of the class all to myself." His smile was smug and you hated it entirely.

You shrugged, stepping away from him. "I've learned not to care so much about the little things anymore Agreste. You're a rich daddy's boy anyways, it's not like you actually have to do anything with your life. Just smile for the lens." You smiled sweetly.

You turned to walk into the classroom but his hand caught your wrist. "Take it back." His green eyes darkened.

You snorted. "What? That you don't have to do anything with your life? Or that you will constantly drop everything for your father."

There was history behind those words, both of you knew it.

Which is why he dropped your wrist and took a step back from you.

"Stay away from me, Y/n."

You smiled sweetly once more. "Don't worry Agreste, I get nothing out of talking to you other than the sheer enjoyment that comes with watching you squirm."

You stopped one more time as you began walking inside the room. "Oh, if you touch me again I won't hesitate to beat your ass." You held up a simply peace sign at him before taking your seat inside.

**
"College prep?" You mumbled to yourself in your beloved seat in the back row next to your old friend Nathaniel.

"I hate that they act like we all want to go." He rolled his eyes and leaned his chin against the palm of his hand.

You smiled at him. You were glad that he warmed up to you so quickly again. He knew the baseline of why you moved away. Everyone was fed the same story: your grandfather was in an accident and lost his memory.

No one asked many questions when you left and it seemed it was staying that way now that you returned.

"Are you still into sketching?"

"Are you still into painting?" He asked mockingly.

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, okay, I get it." You stuck your tongue out at him.

He smiled softly and turned towards his bag and pulled out a small sketchbook. "I keep this on me, but most of my work can be found on the school's digital newspaper." He beamed.

You flipped through the pages in awe. "You've only gotten better. I'm jealous."

He took the sketchbook back with a small smile on his face, you knew he loved compliments. "How about you?" He turned to face you. "Show me some paintings, I'm sure you have pictures."

You gulped.

You did in fact have some pictures on your phone if your recent pieces.

You just didn't feel comfortable sharing them due to how raw they were. After his memory loss you experienced a pretty major art block. Nothing happy came out of it anymore, only a lot of darkness.

You wanted to stop, you truly did.

But your grandfather's eyes brightened the same way they used to every time you showed him one.

Even if it was as simple as an apple.

You fell back in love with it after that.

"I had to factory reset my phone so no pictures." You lied with a shrug.

He nodded. "Okay, then you'll just have to show me your portfolio before you send it in."

You blinked. "My what?"

He chuckled. "Your portfolio, for the art school you want to attend?" You couldn't believe he remembered that. "I know you are still going."

You felt your cheeks heat up but you nodded softly. "Yeah, that's the plan."

"Can you believe it's only one more year before all of that becomes true? I can't wait to get out of here and finally work on my passions, full time." He spoke with a dreamy tone.

"Yeah, everyday." You smiled.

**
Unfortunately, that day was not today for you.

You stood in the back of the bakery with Sabine, tying a small apron around your frame.

She begun with showing you how to work the computer and the cash register, and then went through a simple bread recipe.

"It's a lot to take in so we will take it slow with you. You didn't grow up in here like our Marinette did, so you can start up front with the customers."

You sighed in relief, you were never great at baking. Cooking though, you could rock cooking.

"Thank you for offering to help out down here." You nodded at her thanks, even though you didn't offer. "You didn't have too, but the help is so appreciated."

"Allowing me to stay here is appreciated. I'll do whatever I can to make my intrusion easier on you and your family." You smiled sincerely and she shook her head.

"It's no intrusion at all dear. You have been a delight."

Your heart pounded at that.

The bell dinged in the front and Sabine smiled encouragingly at you. "Why don't you go help them?" She outstretched her arm and you gulped nervously.

"Hi, how can I-"

You were seriously starting to hate that stupid smug face.

"Y/n! Good to see you girl!" Alya grinned as she held her fist out for a fist bump. You reluctantly obliged, then gave one to her boyfriend.

You weren't sure where this upbeat attitude was coming from.

You and Alya never got along. She once called you an uptight prick, at the time she wasn't wrong.

"Good too...um, see you." You gulped and Adrien snickered from behind her.

You clenched your fist together but took in a deep breath. "Could I get you something?" You put in your best customer service smile.

"We're looking for Marinette, dude. We're going out tonight." Nino's eyes met Alya's. "We totally would've invited you but Marinette said you had work."

He looked like he was about to start rambling.

"We'll have three muffins to go please." Alya sighed and you nodded as you placed them into a bag.

**
You found yourself back on Marinette's balcony. You had showered and changed into your favorite holiday pajamas, reminding you of home, and the first thing you wanted to do was come up here.

The stars were comforting, especially on nights like these when Marinette was out late.

Stompp was pacing back and forth from upstairs to back down in Marinette's room.

Ever since your failed call back home earlier, he had been begging you to transform and go out.

You declined, of course.

You were no where near ready, mentally or physically, to help out Marinette and Chat Noir with that akuma.

Stompp would just have to get over it.

"This truly is a nice sulking place."

You hadn't heard him come over, you barely even cared enough to look where he perched himself.

You ended up giving in and saw him sitting on the balcony's railing.

"Oh what could the marvelous Chat Noir have to be sad about?" You placed your hands behind your head and leaned back in the lawn chair of sorts you were seated in.

He glanced back at you. "This is why I called you immature, always teasing." He rolled his eyes.

"Why are you here?" You cut to the chase. You never liked playing around to long with this guy. He made things too complicated.

"I could sense you desiring my presence."

You scoffed. "Okay, yep. It's time for you to leave." You stood and walked over to him, just about ready to push him off the ledge.

"Have a delightful evening, mademoiselle." He blew a kiss in your direction before leaping back to the ground and using his staff to fly through the air.

"Wow, what a romantic."

"I hate him Stompp, don't even joke about it."

"Whatever you say mademoiselle."

"Seriously, Stompp, shut up."