Cat Fight (Chat Noir/ Adrein X Fem Reader) (Discontinued)

Chapter 2 Paris!

Y/n pov
Beep, beep! Sounds your alarm clock.

'it's moving day!' you try to say, but nothing escapes your lips.

You put on shorts and a f/c tank top. You slip on your flip flops and walk in the kitchen. The smell of pancakes hits you like a bug hits a wind shield.

"N/n you want some pancakes?" Your mom asks.

"Am I a girl with h/c hair?" You ask.

"So, that's a yes?"

You nod your head. She hands you a plate with pancakes on it. You put what you like on your delicious golden brown pancakes.

You grab a fork and shovel the food in your mouth.

"Don't you need to breathe?" Your mother asks.

You shake your head and swallow the bite in your mouth. "I'm practicing for when I'm older."

"For what exactly?"

Your face goes beet red as you realize what you just said. You shove more food into your mouth so you can avoid the conversation.

"I really hope you mean swimming."

"Sure." You choke. You have a coughing fit.

"I told you to slow down."

You stop coughing. "Actually you asked me if I needed to breathe." I answer.

Time skip. A few hours later (sponge Bob style)

"Get in the car we need to go!" Your dad yells checking his watch.

You look at your empty house one last time. "Goodbye." You whisper.

"Hurry up! We don't want to miss out flight!" Your mom yells.

"Ok." You pick up your bag full of things to do during the plane trip and hop in the car.

Your parents don't want to pay for over seas transport for your car so you sold it and have already bought one that is just like it in France.

You go through the air port and get in the plane. You read for about an hour. Then you grab a pillow and dream about your new home.

Le saut de temps (the time skip)

You wake up to your parents shaking you "we just landed wake up." Your dad says.

You yawn. "I want food." You yawn again.

"We were thinking about going to the bakery next to the house and see if it's any good." Your dad says.

"Mmmmmmmm. Pastries." You say dreamily.

You find your new car in the air port parking lot. It looks like your old car only cleaner.

You drive to your new home. Once you park the car, you walk over to the bakery.

The bell on the door rings. A short woman with blue black hair walks out of the kitchen and up to the counter. "What would you like?" She asks with a smile.

"3 cookies and 3 croissants." Your father says.

The woman puts them in a bag and tells your father how much they will be. He pays her and takes the bag of fresh baked pastries. You see a girl about your age with the same color hair as the woman.

"Hi." You smile and wave.

"Hi, what's your name?" She asks.

"(What you normally tell people is your name.) Yours?"