Staying with the Agreste's was an interesting experience, to say the least, and with how it went, that is definitely the least I could say about it. As a two year old now, I had been able to learn to finally pronounce words, and my parents along with me teachers were definitely impressed by my rapid learning abilities, but I was a quiet child compared to the others my age, so it didn't always seem so.

As soon as my parents dropped me off at the large estate of the Agreste's, Mrs. Agreste held my hand and led me inside, giggling at me looking around in awe. This was one giant home considering there was only three people actually lived here.

"Nette!" Adrien exclaimed, running from a doorway and tackling me to the ground in a giggling mess. I grunted upon impact and sighed when I opened my eyes and was met with the ceiling.

"Adrien," I greeted, petting his hair, making his eyes flutter close, and he seemed to relax.

"I'm astounded, I don't think I've ever seen him not running around and screaming unless he's asleep." An amused voice said from the doorway that Adrien had come from, making me turn my head, meeting a pair of blue eyes. "You must be Marinette. I'm Gabriel Agreste, I've heard much about you from my wife."

"Hello." I replied, not really letting my face give away any discomfort I felt. I didn't really know the man, I may know his wife and son, but I didn't know him at all. For all I know he could secretly be a pedophile.

I pursed my lips, looking away from him and at Adrien instead, who seemed to be falling asleep on me.

"Adrien, off." I flicked his forehead, making him whine but get off of me with a small pout.

"Meanie," he stuck his tongue out at me, and I shrugged. I didn't care much for his petty attempts of making me upset with his childish insults. I've had worse growing up as Marianne, of course, as a sick child, I was the odd one of every class. No one actually knew I had a heart condition, and later on a terminal illness, that had actually been beaten by a heart attack, and only knew that I missed school a lot and believed I was an idiot.

I always kept up with my work no matter what I went through, learning was what kept me going.

"So, Miss Marinette," Gabriel, stood in front of me as I got up off the floor, waiting for Adrien to get up as well. I was rather tall for my age, and I was confident about it, always using it to my advantage. Although, in this situation, against a grown man, it's pretty useless. "It seems like my son likes you very much."

"Yes," I agreed, meeting his eyes, and he raised an eyebrow- most likely at my blunt reply.

"I see, and how do you feel about my son?" Mrs. Agreste spluttered, looking at him in disbelief.

"Gabriel, she's two!"

"And smart," he challenged Mrs. Agreste, and I tilted my head as I pondered for a moment.

Sure, Adrien and I are pretty much growing up together, but he always wanted to play while I didn't. But he was always pleased with me being present as he played, always checking to make sure I'm still there. I didn't dislike being around him, per say, it sometimes just felt more like a chore, seeing as I was actually twenty inside my own head.

But I did like Adrien, he gave me affection, and although rough sometimes due from over excitement of not seeing me in so long, it was the innocent and genuine love from him that convinced me that it wasn't so bad.

"...friend," I decided to give him my answer, and it seemed that I had been thinking for a while, as Mrs. Agreste was fidgeting with her fingers as Gabriel tapped his foot. There was a pause in both their actions in my reply, "I'm his best friend." I said firmly before whirling around, not wanting to talk to Gabriel, who had the audacity to question mine and Adrien's relationship.

It was actually unsettling, he seemed to be judging me the whole time, assessing if I was worthy to be in his son's life. Excuse you, Mr. Agreste, but I'll let your son decide if he wants me in his life or not.

"Darling, you shouldn't upset her, she knows how to hold a grudge..." I heard Adrien's mother whisper, and I let out a rather smug grin as I grabbed Adrien's hand.

"Play?" I asked him, and he nodded, smiling and pulling me towards what I assumed to be his playroom. Which was filled with as many toys as a toy store.

Adrien was spoiled rotten.

It was actually quite endearing to have him sit me down at a play kitchen table and him 'cook' for me at his kitchen and serve me 'food' and watching me expectantly. I decided, as I would be with him for a few days anyways, to please him and pretend to eat. I swallowed air and smiled at him.

"Yum. More?" I held out my empty plate to which he beamed at and started again, and I couldn't help but smile at him.

It had been a long time since I had been able to play, as I wasn't surrounded by toys nor did my family have the time or money to get toys and play. Most money went towards paying for my hospital bills, as I was always in and out of the dreaded building.

Rather than want to play as I hadn't been able to in my previous life, I felt like even if I attempted to be happy playing pretend, house, and all those other games, I still wouldn't enjoy myself. I wouldn't have fun, I wouldn't be happy. Because I already grew up, I may be physically two, but I was now twenty, and while maybe I couldn't enjoy it for myself, I could definitely play pretend for Adrien.

I'm his best friend, after all.

Somewhere around the time during dinner, I paused in eating my spaghetti, and mulled over all the names in my head; Sabine, Tom, Marinette, Adrien, Gariel and Mrs. Agreste. The biggest names that stood out to me were Marinette, Adrien and Agreste. But I couldn't recall why they seemed to ring a bell. I shrugged.

Doesn't seem too important.

(Needless to say, this was only the first day at the Agreste estate.)