My second day at the Agreste's was the most horrible days of my life. I met a demon- no, it was probably the devil himself manifested into one small, evil little girl.

I had woken up, Adrien's arms wrapped around me instead of his teddy bear, and I decided to kick him out of his own bed in order to get him off of me and awake at the same time. Although I was met with a pout and tears, I was glad that it succeeded.

I was nervous though, as I would have to go to Adrien's daycare with him for the first time and it wasn't something I had prepared for. I was only expecting to stay here, no one told me I wasn't actually going to be taken care of by Mrs. Agreste, and I could only wonder what she actually did for work along with Mr. Agreste's occupation as well.

Mrs. Agreste helped me into my outfit for the day, something she had chosen out of the many clothes my parents had packed for me. It consisted of a pink, sleeveless turtleneck, and my favorite pair of shortalls, that had pastel flower embroidery on the sides. She tried to put on some black Mary Janes over my white socks, and I sent her the dirtiest look I could muster up.

"No," I scowled, pushing the patent shoes away.  She pouted, trying to convince me to wear them. I shook my head at her attempt, and grabbed my Converse and started to put them on. I didn't really need help getting ready, but Mrs. Agreste didn't know that, and she looked so excited to dress me. I can understand as to why, seeing as she has a son, and though he loves her so much and seems to not mind being dressed up like a mini dapper man, it must be different to be able to dress a girl up instead.

"But Marinette," she whined, "why can't you just wear the Mary Janes?" I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Mr. Agreste came walking in with Adrien in his arms, the poor boy falling back asleep in his father's arms.

"Black goes with everything," I stand straight, admiring my tied laces on my pastel pink Converse, "but these go better."

"She's not wrong, you know," Grabriel commented, assessing my choice of shoes and my clothes, "it would go with it, sure, since black can match with anything. But, the pastel theme would could be ruined with such a dark shade. Miss Marinette," his lips twitched, "quite the eye you have there."

"Thanks," I replied shortly, glancing at him and looking away.

What an unsettling man...

-

Being checked in wasn't as time consuming as I had thought, apparently my parents had already my information for them to give to the front, and a letter from my mother, stating that the Agreste's were going to be taking care of me and that they're okay with me attending the daycare.

I wouldn't have thought that possible, but they allowed it with no problems at all. I think it also had to do with how Mr. Agreste was giving them a really hard look. I was just wondering why he's such a big deal. It just made me more uncomfortable to be around him because lo and behold, he's as intimidating to other people as he is to me.

It was a wonder what Mrs. Agreste saw in such a stoic man. They were married, which meant it was either arranged or they're in love. By the endearing nicknames that they call each other constantly, I would assume that it's because they actually love each other and they love Adrien just as much, if not more.

"Alright, Marinette, you're all set!" Mrs. Agreste smiled, bending down to my height and handing me my backpack and handed Adrien's his. It's not like there was much in there, just my snacks for later and a book I had decided would help me learn French faster. I already had distant memories of the language from middle school and high school, but it was only a couple of years of which I recall very little. "If you need anything, just let one of the ladies know, okay? Don't be afraid to talk to them."

I made a face at the mention of talking to the ladies, or anyone that's not Adrien, really. "...okay."

"Good!" she stood back up, pattin Adrien on the head, finally waking up and he waved to his mom and dad, "Bye, Adrien! Marinette!"

"Bye Mommy!" Adrien grinned, before smiling shyly up at his dad, "Bye-bye, father..."

"I'll see you in the afternoon, Adrien. Behave yourself," despite the cold words, there was a small smile on his face. He then looked at me, his smile disappearing. "I'd expect the same, if not more, from you, Miss Marinette."

I didn't respond to him, simply waving goodbye next to Adrien, and they left us. The ladies didn't seem to part with us until we were in our designated classroom, and I was grateful that they had requested that I stick with Adrien considering I don't think I'd be able to properly function without knowing someone already.

I was used to my daycare already, I knew the women there, and I knew the kids there too, none of which played with me because I didn't interact with them when they tried, but I knew everyone there. I was in familiar surroundings and didn't have to worry about anything, really, I knew the schedule, the routine.

Here, I knew absolutely nothing. Not they women, not the kids, sans Adrien, and I wouldn't know what to expect.

Adrien grabbed my hand after the ladies took our bags, and dragged me to the play kitchen, which seemed to be his favorite activity to play when I was around. He loved my compliments, no matter how fake and empty they were.

He was precious.

"Nette!" He smiled, holding out a plate of fake pizza to me, and I took it, smiling at the boy.

"Thank you," I was about to pretend to eat the pizza when it was snatched from my hands, and I whirled around to meet a girl with blond hair and blue eyes. Her hair was up in a ballerina bun and she wore this blue sundress and white sandals. I frowned at her, "That's mine."

"No!" she argued, and I was surprised by the fierceness of her reply. "Mine!"

Oh.

Wonderful.

"What's yours?" I asked, tilting my head.

"Adrien!"

Oh.

Oh.

Even better, she likes Adrien...wait a second- isn't she only two, maybe almost three? Why is this girl already sporting a crush on a boy?

And why is it that I have to get stuck dealing with a possessive toddler?