Growing Up

A Display Of Anger

The rolling of the suitcase on the sidewalk was almost satisfying to Marinette. It was her first day of college, and the beginning of her career as a fashion designer. She was gong to be attending Paris College of arts so that she could stay close to home, but still follow her dreams. She lucked out when Alya, Nino and even Adrien had been accepted as well. Alya and Nino had become inspired by the messages behind every piece of fashion and were planning in making fashion journalism and fashion film and imagery there focus. Obviously Adrien didn't seem to have a choice in what he wanted to do with his life and was forced to seek further education on fashion and such. He would later transfer out of the country to experience more diverse fields, but to Marinette it was good enough to have most of her friends there.

It was finally time to get situated in the dorms and go to classes in order to receive the syllabus. Her and Alya had planned to meet each other in front of the dorm house. The school provides dorms that are scattered around the city for a more natural, relaxed space for students.

"Marinette!" She called with her boyfriend hugging her waist.

Marinette laughed to herself. Once they had announced that they wer an official couple, Nino almost never left Alya's side for more than a couple minutes at a time. She found it cute that Alya was able to stand having him around all day, everyday.

"Hey Alya, Nino." She trotted up to them with suit case in hand. "You ready for this?" She giggled at the thought of living with her bestfriends.

"Hell yeah!" They heard from behind. Adrien had turned up from out of the blue. "Hey guys!" He fist bumped Nino and gave Marinette and Alya a hug. "Let's get this shit started!"

"Wow Adrien, you've got a mouth on you now?" Alya looked at the extremely tall cinnamon roll who had used such a naughty word. "Saying h-e-double hockey sticks was a no-no for you in high school, but look at you now."

Nino laughed along. "That's so true, I remember when I said 'Mother-trucker dude' and you didn't talk to me for a good three days my bro."

The past Adrien would have blushed and scratched the back of his neck after being confronted like this, but the new one just laughed it off and said, "fuck it."

The three of them couldn't believe it. He had changed so much over the summer. An innocent cinnamon roll to a bad boy. The stood there in silence trying to process the new information.

"Fe? Where are you cuz?" A sweet voice came from around the corner. "Felix?" They asked again. The real Adrien turned to meet his old friends with a smile. "Hi friends!" He exclaimed like a excited puppy. "Oh, Felix, there you are."

"F-Felix?" Marinette said looking back and forth between the two blondes. "You mean to tell me that the idiotic, stupid, jerk face, son of a bitch, motherfucking dumbass decided that he could strut around with his shit-eating grin and laugh off the fact that he got my friends akumatized?"

Adrien couldn't believe his ears. Marinette had just cussed out his cousin without a second thought, and didn't even bother to be nice about it. "I get that Felix was mean before Mari, but-"

"No if, and, or buts about it Adrien." She glared. "We made an agreement that the four of us, four people who have been best friends since who knows how long, would share these amazing four or more years of our lives together, without drama! This," Marinette motioned towards Felix, "is enough drama to last of a lifetime and a half!" She could feel Alya staring at her in disbelief so she stormed off. Her suitcases fell to the floor filling the silence.