The Diary

Chapter 10

Marinette's P.O.V.

As I watch Adrien follow Nathalie out the door, I honestly wish Nathalie hadn't found him. I probably would've stood there forever, but Tikki snaps me out of my trance by landing on my shoulder.

"You should be careful Marinette, maybe take it a little slower?"

I huff and slightly turn my head to look at Tikki. "Take it slow? Tikki, it's been a year. I won't 'take it slow'." I say a bit harshly.

"Calm down Marinette, I just don't want you to get hurt."

"Adrien would never hurt me Tikki. I know that." I say and brush her off my shoulder. "Don't be so motherly Tikki."

Tikki sighs and flies upstairs and into her dollhouse.

Why would Tikki even be hesitant of Adrien? She's always liked him. I see no reason why she wouldn't trust him... unless he did something to make her feel that way? I'll ask her later once I've calmed down. Maybe then I can get some answers.

Adrien's P.O.V.

The ride was silent. As always. But there was something else in the air. It was tense. I shrug it off and step out of the limo as we pull up to the Agreste Manor. I grab my phone and slide it into the deep pockets of the Ladybug onesie Marinette had given me. I smile when I think of her. I can't wait to see where this goes.

I walk into the Manor, expecting another empty room as always. Father was, and is, always in his office. Nathalie stays at her desk and only comes out when I need to do something or Father asks for her.

Turns out life isn't always how you expect it to be.

In the entry hall, stood a boy. He looks to be about my age, from over here he looks maybe a little taller by a few inches. I stand there like an idiot. When is the last time we've had a guest? I clear my throat and the boy turns around in surprise.

He has short golden blonde hair and green eyes, but I could tell they held an icy blue. His skin was a bit pale, but it suited him. As I continue to stare at the strange boy, he starts to smirk.

Are you serious?

"Why hello pretty boy." He says with an English accent.

"Um-" I start, but I'm interrupted.

"You must be Adrien." 

He has on a black suit. Black everything, actually. Black shoes, slacks, black button up shirt, tie, everything. Everything about him basically screams self-centered arrogant jerk.

"I am. And you are?"

This only caused his smirk to grow. "The name's Felix. Felix Graham de Vanily . I'm surprised you've never heard of me, Adrien Agreste."

What is this guy, a stalker? Truth is, I do know him. He happens to be a big time model in England and America. Him and his stupid hair and eyes. I just never paid much attention to him, or how he looked for that matter.

Not that I look at him, it looks familiar.

"I've heard of you. Why are you here?" I say coldly.

"Why don't you ask your old pops? And nice outfit. Supporting Paris's own heroes, I see?"

"Sure. Where's my father?"

I can't say I'm a fan.

"Felix, I see you've met my son. I hope he hasn't been too much of a bother." My father says, entering the room.

A bother?If anyone's a bother it's Queen Elsa over here.

"No he's absolutely delightful." Felix says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He continues, never dropping that idiotically annoying smirk. "I can tell we'll be the best of friends."

My father turns to me and furrows his grey eyebrows. "Adrien, what exactly are you wearing?"

Heat rushes to my cheeks and I clear my throat once again. "My clothes got wet, Marinette let me borrow a onesie she made. It's Ladybug themed."

He nods his head and sighs. Elsa over there's trying to hold back a laugh.

"Anyway, Adrien, this is Felix as I'm sure you already know. He will be staying with us for a while to pretisapate in shoots and model with you for my new line. He will proceed to take clothing back to England and sell them there. He will gain fans in Paris and you will gain fans in England. It is beneficial for both of you. Also, I mustn't forget to mention- he is your cousin."

My jaw slacks open and I stare back at him. Looking at Felix again, I noted our similarities. The hair, jaw structure, even the eyes. His nose was sharper and hair different, he had a few inches on me and his eyes were a bit more narrow, but I could see it.

"My cousin?" I mutter looking back to my Father. He nods without returning my gaze.

"Yes, your mother's sister's son. You knew him as a young child but we... lost touch."

I remembered Amelie; mother would always talk of her. I remembered her visiting, but as I got older she was always so busy. She never came anyone, and I only heard her name during diner.

Now no one eats with me to say anything at all.

So in conclusion, I'm stuck with Elsa over here for a few weeks while constantly hanging around him for shoots. Not to mention he lives here. Joy! Note the sarcasm.

"Of course father." I reply with a straight face. I couldn't even bother to fight. He nods and walks into his office, slamming the door behind him. Felix walks over to me with a smug smile.

"Looks like we'll be seeing a lot of each other. Especially at school. See you around, cuz." He says walking off in the direction of his new room.

Great. He'll be at school. I groan and shuffle up he stairs.

I liked it better when it was just my father and I.

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Just another split... hope you like it! Didn't rewrite much on this, but for those who read this before the rewrite, I changed Bailey to Felix to better suit the story. More on this in the next chapter's note!

- chatattack <3