The Bucket List | Adrien A.

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༉‧₊˚✧ 𝓟anic. That's all (y/n) felt at the moment as she ran around the large house, looking for the shoes her mother had bought specifically for today. Those open toe, three inch, black heels that she had received merely a week ago, had now vanished. The girl fell to the floor, her back against her bed as she let out a loud sigh, giving up.
"(y/n), if you don't hurry up we're going to be late, and you know I don't like to be late." She'd hear her mother shout, causing her to jump.

(m/n) (l/n), a famous, wealthy photographer and mother of one. Her most well-known pieces of work were the photos she would take of the teenage model, Adrien Agreste, son of her friend and famous fashion designer, Gabriel Agreste. Before the birth of (y/n), she was known for being a free-spirit, always out partying, but once the child came along, with no hints to the identity of the father, she settled down and begun to focus more on her career and child.

(y/n) simply rolled her eyes, tucking some stray hairs behind her ear before continuing to search. Pillows were thrown across the room along with various stuffed animals and items of clothing.
"What in the heavens are you doing?" (m/n) would be standing at the door, a small grin resting on her lips as she watched her daughter struggle, it was very amusing to her.
"I can't find those damn shoes you got me." The younger girl would sigh, standing up and crossing her arms before turning to (m/n).
"Fucks sake (y/n), I buy you these nice things and you can't even look after them for less than a week!" (m/n) would groan, pinching the bridge of her nose, almost poking herself in the eyes with her newly manicured nails. "Just wear your other black heels for today, we'll find the other ones tomorrow and you can wear them somewhere else, now hurry the hell up." The older woman would take her leave, rushing down the long staircase in her heels. Finding the lower, more plain heels her mother had mentioned, (y/n) placed them on and followed after (m/n), pulling down the skirt or her dress as she did. Not wanting to aggravate her mother any more than she already had, (y/n) rushed to pull her jacket on and grab her things.
"The car's outside waiting, come on." (m/n) grabbed her daughters wrist before walking out and locking the door to the house.

The house was fairly large, made up of beige bricks with ivy and Naga Noda plants running up the walls. There were five large, white arch windows, two on each side and one above the door. It was the only home (y/n) had ever known, and she was fine with that. Moving had never even crossed her mind, as she enjoyed life in Paris.

Sitting down in the car, she noticed her mother staring at her.
"What is it now?" She asked as she buckled her seat belt, leaning against the door of the car. Her mother would send her a small smile, reaching over and grabbing her hand. The car slowly began to move.
"When we get to the Agreste mansion, I was wondering if you could try spend some time with Adrien, he hasn't been himself since, well you know, and he doesn't have many friends. Me and his father thought that maybe speaking to someone his own age could help." (y/n) sighed, turning to look out of the car window.
"Mum, I've never even had a proper conversation with him, the most we've ever said to each other is 'hello', what makes you think he's going to want to talk to me of all people? Besides, I bet Gabriel hasn't even tried talking to him, he just assumes Adrien doesn't want to speak." She groaned, rolling her eyes as she leant further back into her seat.
"Gabriel's.. Gabriel's struggling at the moment, and I mean, can you blame him? The mans just lost his wife for goodness sake, she could be anywhere right now and there's nothing he can do about it!" (m/n) removed her hand, reaching up to pinch the bridge of her nose and letting out a long sigh.