My Sweet Kitty {Cat Noir/Adrien Agreste Love Story}

Life

You went down the street, too Hair Style Emporium. You usually went here over the past years to get your green hair touched up, but this color was boring you.

"Hey girl, care for another root-up touch-up of that lovely green mass upon your head?" Chrissy Locks greeted you as usual.

You sat down in her styling chair, "No thanks, Chrissy. I'm going more old school. Remember my hair when I first got it done when I was 14?"

You were back in New York, where you previously lived before you had moved to Paris. It just so happened that the prison was located there, and you had your same stylist as those 3 years ago.

"Yeah I do girl," Chrissy replied, "That beautiful brown was stunning!"

I nodded, "Can you find that color?"

Chrissy laughed, "Find it? Girl, I loved it so much I had made it after you left! Of course I have it! Why do you ask?"

I sighed, "I want my brown again."

Chrissy features lit up, "I've been waiting for you to say that!"

She ran to the back room, her black curls bobbing as she ran.
When she came back her dark red lips formed into a smile, and her dark brown eyes dazzled.

"Ready?" Chrissy asked.

I nodded, "Yup."

-Time skip, brought to you by Hair Style Emporium-

It took a full 2 hours, but the full length of your hair was natural brown again, and you loved it.

"Thanks so much, Chrissy!" You exclaimed.

You paid her the amount, and took a taxi home.

Lucy's mom and dad and you had selected different apartments, yet across from each other. It was half a year before you turned 18, you needed to learn responsibility. You walked into your apartment and sat on your swivel chair and browsed the Internet.

(You had generally forgotten everything about your Paris life, even Cat Noir/Adrien.)

Another news report, Ladybug and Cat Noir saved the day again.

"You sure you don't remember anything?" Your Kwami, Crest asked.

I sighed, "The only thing I remember is you, Crest. Your the only thing. Besides, I don't need to go there and be reminded, those heros seem full of themselves."

Crest laughed, "Oh really? I'd never though YOUD say THAT."

I glared at her, "Why?"

She giggled and flew to her tiny pillow used as her bed, "Ohhhh nnothinggggg."

I humphed and returned to browsing. They were selling tickets to Paris for one, for only $50?! That's super cheap! And your job at the grocery store was getting boring and stressful, all these old guys and married men hitting in you. You aren't even that pretty!

"Crest, we need a vacation." I decided.

She got up and flew over, "Hmm? Yeah, I guess we do. Where too?"

I motioned the laptop towards her.

"Paris?! I thought you said you didn't want to go back, you 'didn't need to go there and be reminded' of your Paris life." She replied sassily.