Watching Heirs Unnaparent

By the Bell (بالجرس)

"Try to look natural, man. You're stiffer than a scarecrow on a garden stake," Milo hissed out of the corner of his mouth as yet another group of female upperclassmen passed them with increased looks of interest.

Adrien instantly came up with a plan of insults for his father whispering them to Chloe who looked shocked but proud of Adrien at the same time

"I can't help it!" Nicholas complained, turning over his schedule and his map of the campus for the fifth time. "Milo, have you seen our classes? Now, why does a major in art need biology as a prerequisite? There's no science in art! None whatsoever!"

"But I though there was science in everything? Even Art" Nino teased Nicholas who slapped the back of Nino's head hard

"Well, what are you asking me for? I'm here for a degree in engineering. I don't know the first thing about art," Milo fired back, groaning and fixing his sunglasses as the high-pitched sound of laughter came from the nosey batch of teenage girls directly behind them. "And why are the girls here so creepy?" he added as an afterthought, making sure to lower his voice to the point where only Nicholas could hear him. Just.

Marinette and Alya instantly looked offended

There had been no photography class offered as a major. He was still rather bitter about that.

"What?! -" Adrien was cut off as Nino slapped his hand over Adrien's mouth

"Stop Shouting" Nino said warningly as Ali moved his hand back to himself chuckling at his second child

Nicholas shrugged, disinterested and overly perplexed. "They probably sense the model in you," he replied, skimming through the brochure they'd received upon entry to the grounds again. "Even with our fake new identities, you still give off that vibe, you know?"

Milo wrinkled his nose. "I have a vibe?"

"Yeah, dude. Trust me. It's kind of hard to miss." He was actually surprised no one had recognized the teen wonder as of yet. Perhaps, he pondered, Milo had been away from the spotlight just long enough that no one would be the wiser to put two and two together. Plus, he looked a whole lot different now; longer hair tied up messily in a half-convincing bun, a more distinguished jaw-line, he was hardly the gangly teenager Nicholas remembered him as.

Layla looked a little sad "aww, That means Nino will have to look different when he's older"

"why me? Why not Chris?" Nino asked nearly laughing

And, he supposed, he was sure he didn't look anything like he had before either.

"You don't! You're much taller for one" Nino said

"How much further is it to the admissions office?" Milo inquired, leaning over his friend's shoulder to try and read the miniature map as they passed under a series of oak trees where a number of sophomores and seniors had gathered around a series of booths and stands in the attempt to draw interest to their various clubs. "This whole place is making me a little uncomfortable."

"Which part?"

"Which part?" Nicholas asked, feeling much the same. "All of the people or the fact that we are here to actually learn something?"

Adrien looked at Nino his face explaining all making Nino roll his eyes "Fine! My guess is: Both"

"Both," Milo said darkly and they both laughed, some of the stress relieved from their forms.