A long way from the centre of Paris a boy glared out of window at the streets. The slow trail of rain water trickling down the road towards the gutter. A smooth pavement sat just above the continuous flow of water and was crammed with many pairs of feet, ever so steadily wearing down the tiled concrete. He peered over at the high wall separating his house from the civilisation below, a cream coloured stack of bricks preventing him from venturing into a world of socialising and freedom. Instead he stood, placing his warm fingertips on the cool glass, leaving the tiniest fingerprints on the wall that was his window. His hot breath condensing on the pane and seeping it's way down to the floor as he thought of a world of freedom. His freedom.

"Adrien," his dream was short lived when his father's assistant peeked through the door. He turned swiftly as he knew he was far from ready to leave and Nathalie knew, "Adrien, I sent you up here 10 minutes ago. We have to leave for your photo shoot!" A small grunt left her mouth, "never mind, you can changed there." Her dissatisfactory expression turned into one of pity as the blond boy walked past her. "What are we going to do with you, eh?" 

Although Nathalie was only following orders from his father, she was more of a parent to him than his dad was. The only time he'd see his father was when he'd messed up. To complain at him, judge him. 'No son of mine would say this!' He'd say. 'No son of mine would do that!' Every word that left the old man's mouth was out of sure spite for his son, said in taunting and in disappointment.

"I'm sorry Nathalie," he looked up with a sorrowful expression to her before he left the doorway. She knew that his father was hard on him and did her best to cheer the blond boy up. Little did Adrien know but Nathalie was the reason he was allowed to enrol in school, convincing his father wasn't easy but the boy's dying wish was to be normal; have a normal life. It may sound idiotic to any normal teenager but Adrien wanted to go to school more than anything, he would give up his bed, his library of Cd's, his Football table and his basketball hoop, who was he kidding he'd give up his whole room for a day in school. A day to make friends. A day to live normally. A day without being given the highest of expectations and packed schedule.

"Just don't let it happen again, Adrien." She responded pitifully. The two walked across the landing to the large set of marble stairs, running straight down to the big set of oak doors. At the foot of the staircase was a patterned quartz, tiled floor. A set of black triangles arranged in a way to create a butterfly on a white background. Adrien's father had a keen eye for this shape, a sharp edged butterfly, it was the source of his inspiration. Leading from the quartz floor were two rooms, one in which his father would spend day and night and one where he would eat cold meals having waited patiently for his father to join him at the dinner table.

The study was where his father, Gabriel, stayed.Adrien never got a good look at its contents because he was rarely ever allowed in but he knew that it consisted of a large fireplace to one side and a deep yellow coloured rug that complemented the golden and emerald mosaic of his mum that hung high on the far side of the room. It was a rustic style artwork that was made up of various shapes such and squares and triangles but no-one could ever mistake the emerald green eyes that overlooked the entire room. The eyes that could soften any beings heart and sooth any lovers pain, perhaps that is why he spends so much time in there.

Across from the room in which his father stood, was a wider expanse with an atmosphere so thick you could cut it with a knife. The dark oak table slept in the centre of the room with at least a dozen high back chairs. The table was draped with a white, gold lined cloth. The fabric was thin and the dark oak of the table was still visible through the seams. When you entered the room you could see a large fireplace lined with white and black tiles to the right of the table. Above which a family portrait hung. The photo consisted of his father who dressed in scarlet and white.His mother wore a violet and silver dress, that complimented her green eyes and blond hair. Stood proudly in front of them was the boy, he was dressed in denim blue jeans and a black top. 

Back in the grand entrance, Adrien crossed the hard flooring to the grand oak doors. He paused before exiting his house. "Hurry along Adrien." Nathalie said promptly. She grabbed his hand and rushed them down the stone stairs towards the car. A long dark grey limousine, white wheels and in perfect condition. Once they had gotten in, Nathalie instructed the diver on where they were headed.

Adrien was never sure on the divers name but he called him gorilla, after his broad physic and pinhead. Gorilla was also his bodyguard when he attended school trips and public events. He always had either Nathalie or gorilla around him, which gave him more attention than he would have wanted, even his friends had sometimes been overwhelmed by the crowd he would draw. They understood why though, he was a model. Not just a model, a blond haired, green eyed, single, 17 year old model who was the son of the world renowned fashion designer and the son of the best female actor. Well, son of what was the best female actor. He shook his head, relieving himself from the sad thoughts, and looked out of the tinged window. He was still tired from the previous day and Nathalie had noticed. "Stop daydreaming, Adrien. We're late as it is and you need to be spotless to make up for it."

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