"Okay since everyone is here today you get your PenPals friend that you will be speaking to for the rest of the year. I am gonna be handing everybody a piece of paper with a name of your PenPal buddy. Under their name is their e-mail so you can comm...
Last time on Penpal Buddies From Different Worlds: "O-Oh yeah sorry, well your parents invited some guess over for dinner. She wanted to let you know to get ready for it," he said, clearing his throat, "and from the looks of it, you have already started."
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"Well then, I'll get ready" I quickly state, shutting the door in his face. Running over to my closet, my mind starts turning, wondering about who our guests are for tonight.
I look around, wondering about what outfit I should wear. Sooner or later I decided on a simple (f/c) dress. But before I changed- I ran back into the bathroom. Grabbing a hairbrush and a blow drier, I quickly dry my (h/c) hair- trying not to get my hair frizzy.
(Style dress you will be wearing- any color you want)
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"(Y/N) your parents and the guests are waiting for you."
"I'll be down in a couple of minutes!" I yell back, wishing that my hair can miraculously dry. After what felt like forever, I run out of my bedroom with my indoor formal shoes in my hands putting them on as I go along. I finally reach the stairs as I gasp for more air.
"Breathe" I murmur to myself as I mentally curse myself for running even though I have asthma. Yeah, that's right, I have asthma. One of a million things that make me imperfect. Out of nowhere, I heard an unfamiliar voice, drawing me out from my daze.
"Is young Miss. Taylor going to come down?"
I quickly straighten my posture- feeling a spurt of pain rush through me due to my aching lungs. Taking a shallow breath, I slowly descend towards the bottom of the stairs.
"Ah, that must be the young (Y/N) Taylor" I stopped for a moment to look around. Trying to find whose unfamiliar voice belonged to. My gaze finally falls upon an older man who is standing in front of my parents.
"Yes, that is our daughter Gabe" my mother responded who was holding onto my father's arm. My (e/c) eyes widen to the realization that the man standing by my parents was Adrien's father.
Gabriel Agreste
Without any hesitation, I glide down the stairs heading towards my parents. Hearing the echo of my shoes tapping against the granite floor.
"Hello, Mother and father," I say as I finally reach them. I stop walking and looked at Gabriel- trying to figure him out. From what I could tell, Adrian didn't look anything alike from his father. If anything he was the exact opposite.
"You must be Adrian's father, Gabriel Agreste" I smiled and bowed with my head down, "please to meet you, sir"
"Likewise"
I raise my head, and to my surprise, Gabriel was looking at me with a smile on his face. From what I remember, Adrien told me he was a cold person.
