Chapter 10

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A/N: Thx to the comments, I will make it happen.

ON TO THE STORY BABEH!! The will be longer than the last one. Sorry bout that.

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Adrien sat on his usual seat in the classroom, even thought he wasn't listening to a single word that the teacher was saying. He felt sick, yet kinda locked up. Since that day where Nick almost got killed, his father never spoke to him again about anything, except the fact that he should stay with his family and that Adrien's dad needed him. But Adrien knew that Gabriel just needed him because of the modeling job. He didn't even like his son, which was incredibly bad.

As for Nick family... well. Nick's father was never found, and Nick's mom never wanted him to be born. His mom hit him, made him sleep on the street sometimes, made him eat bad food, and stuff. Nick was done with that whore of a mom, and Adrien was trying to break free to his jail his father made.

"Hey, are you sure we will be alright? What's your plan?" Nick had asked.

"We'll get the next train to Toulouse and stay there. We can sleep on the benches and beg for water and food. But I'm sure we will be alright. I can stay anywhere if it's with you." Adrien said. Nick looked at his miraculous.

"Are we giving up on the hero thing too?" He asked. Adrien nodded

"I think it's better to give it up too. If we go down on food, we might don't have enough energy to fight. Someone else will the be next Chat Noir and Cheen." Adrien said, looking at Nick's eyes. Nick nodded.

"Make sure nobody knows about this. Especially your father." Nick said. The couple kissed and prepared themselves. They were going to run away Sunday morning.

The day came, and each one of them gathered the essencial things and met at the station. Adrien took some money that he got, and Nick took all he had. They brought toothbrushes, toothpaste, a single brush, deodorant, two fluffy sleeping bags and the money. Nick also brought his sketchbook, and some pencils, since he also had the same hobby as Marinnette. He drew everything he could at anytime. He usually sketched Adrien, while in class. Sometimes his eyes, sometimes his lips or nose, or just the contrast of his face. He loved the aura behind him. He was special. Nick also made his own tattoos. He drew three of them and the last one was a friend of his, that had the tools. He drew an arrow in his neck, and Adrien drew a dragon and a ice thingy on his back, and a star on his arm. He really had talent.

They were holding hands when the train came. Then entered and went in silence the whole journey. When they arrived, it was already sunsetting, and they just bought sandwiches and a water bottle on the supermarket. They then went to sleep on their sleeping bags, but always holding hands. It was the beginning of a new life.

Adrien woke up and saw that Nick was already up.

"Hello sunshine." He said, smiling. Adrien smiled too.

"Hello Nick." He said. For the first time, he felt free. He felt like a new person.

"So, ok. Our plan for today is take a bath at a public bathroom, and see how's the money thing going on. If it's too tight, then I'll try to find a job quicker. I'm 17, so I can trick people with my age." Nick said. Adrien nodded.

They took a bath in the public restroom (that had bathtubs) and paid. It want too expensive, and they weren't exactly that broke. Nick suggested he would go searching for a job soon, but not so soon. Adrien agreed. He kept his phone but deleted his father's number, just like his friend's number. Adrien was still afraid they they would call him and blame him for something, but it was ok. He asilos blocked his father in every possible way he could, even thought he wa sure his father was pissed off and calling the police soon. But nobody knew where they went, and nobody would ever know.

And that's how they spent their days, walking around and looking at the view until it was nighttime and they decided to sleep and cuddle.

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