Life is Purrcious (Chat Noir/ Adrian x reader)

Chapter 2

(Y/n)'s POV

I, for the most part, have almost everything unpacked. I just had to organize everything. I had a loft bed. Anything wood in my room was black. The sheets on my bed were white and my comforter is sky blue with splotches of other shades of blue. Also, I have many blankets and pillows on my bed. I had a vanity with a mirror on it. On the left side of it, I had a body-length mirror and to the right, I had a small dresser-looking thing that stored and sorted out my make-up. I had all of my clothes in my walk-in closet and I also had my own bathroom. In my closet, I have stored extra blankets and pillows. Across from my bed was my balcony. I also had a black futon in my room with a tv across from it. It wasn't anything too special. Nothing too fancy about it. My walls were just white and my carpet was just as well.

"Wow, your room is awesome," Adrien said.

"Yeah, I guess. I mean, I still have to decorate my room but other than that it's pretty basic. There's no personality." I said grabbing a box I had at the bottom of my closet. The box is full of decorations and my old photos.

"What's in that box?" Adrien sat on my futon.

"Personality. I know you may seem amazed because this may not be a normal thing in your life but it exists. Trust me." I said turning around and setting it down on my desk while laughing.

"Wow," Adrien started to laugh, "You've known me less than a day and you already treat me like a close friend."

"As I said, I feel like I've known you my whole life," I said starting to open the box.

"Why is that?" He asked, "Don't get me wrong you're a cool and nice person, I'm just curious as to why you feel that way."

"Well, I don't know. It's a feeling," Should I let him figure it out or should I just tell him? It seems a little too late to tell him now. I mean how are you supposed to tell someone that obviously doesn't remember you that you were childhood friends? By childhood, I mean we used to always look forward to seeing each other during the summer till the summer when we were seven. My parents had sadly gained full custody of me and that would be the last summer that I would see him for what I thought would be forever. It's not all that easy to just go up to someone and say, "Hey remember me? I'm your old childhood friend. You know the one that would hang out with you in the summer. Yeah, I know, it's been a long time."

"Mm, that's odd. I like that," Adrien responded to me.

"Good, otherwise I was scared we couldn't be friends," I said motioning for him to come over to my desk where I had started to take out some of my photos. He grabbed one of the stacks of photos that I had taken out. I had a bunch of photos of nature and of friends that had modeled for me. I also have silly photos of me with my old friends. I'm not friends with over half of them currently but it's not a big deal. I'll just get rid of the photos with/of them. I didn't expect them to stay long anyways. No one really ever has.

"Wow (Y/n), these photos look really good!" Adrien seemed amazed.

"Thanks," I grabbed my strings with many clips on them and I also grabbed my bag of tacks to hang them up.

"Anything I can do to help?" He asked.

"Yeah. Can you grab my camera from that box and hand it to me?" I asked him. He pulled out my black Polaroid camera.

"Got it," He said handing it to me gently.

"Thanks," I started to say but he started to walk away causing me to grab ahold of his wrist, "You didn't let me finish silly. I want the first photo on this wall to be a picture of you and me."

"Wait, why?" He asked shocked as he turned around.

"Because the first night with a friend is definitely one to remember," I said smiling causing him to blush. Even though I still have old photos of us at the beach, I still wanted to remember this too.

"You remind me of this girl I used to know," Adrien said, "She was one of the best people I knew. She was always trying to help others. She was fluent in French at 5 and she lived in America. I don't know if she does anymore."

So he does remember who I am just not that he is literally with her. Interesting. Adrien still has the greenest eyes, the prettiest smile, and the fluffiest hair. I could tell back then whether he was actually smiling or faking it. Turns out I still can.

"You know, you can't fake a smile all your life," I spoke after he finished talking. I'm pretty sure I shocked him considering I used to say that all the time when his dad would get done talking to him. 

"That's odd, that's exactly what my old friend would say." Adrien slowly spoke. 

"I guess you could say that those who share the same amazing friend think alike," How could he not tell? He was the only true friend I really ever had and I was his. His stupid father always kept him locked up in his room when I wasn't there. 

ADRIENS POV

Why does she seem so familiar? I did used to have another friend named (Y/n) and they act the same but I'm sure that's just a coincidence, right? She said that she most likely not be coming back till she was a lot older. Then again, she never did tell me just what was wrong and all of the reasons she wouldn't be back for a long time. 

What if it's her? She did seem a little hurt when I was talking about my old friend. She seemed...disappointed...as if I should have known something. It can't be her though. 

The last time I saw her she gave me a hug as if she'd never see me again...