Pacing, Sticky Notes, And Questioning One's Sanity (Marinette's POV)

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I didn't sleep at all that night. I paced my room, wrote in notebooks, and did google searches. I knew I was right about Adrien. He wouldn't just fall completely in love with a girl after one day, right? And Chat had insisted he was in love with me, and even after I was trying I couldn't get that affect from him. It was close, but not close enough. It had been about a split second of complete and utter devotion. And then I made the request.

Unless Chat Noir was just insanely flirty, and he didn't actually feel that much physical or emotional attraction to me. At 6 AM, I fell backwards onto my bed, covering my face. I felt like I was going crazy.

Tikki floated beside me, and asked, "What's wrong?" I shook my head into my pillow. I had been researching the weird thing she had done to him all night, and I couldn't stop thinking about Chat calling me jealous. I said, "What if I am just being jealous, Tikki?" She giggled, "You tried it on Chat, remember? Whatever she did wasn't exactly normal."

I rolled over, putting my face in my pillow. I lifted my head briefly and said, "But, Tikki, what if he isn't that attracted to me. Then, that test would have been completely and totally inaccurate. Isn't that what science is about? Known variables or whatever? If Chat didn't actually have that much physical attraction to me, then that test was completely worthless."

Tikki nodded, "You're right, Marinette, but you miscalculated the fact that he does love you. I've met him, remember? He's in love with you more and more each day." I laid back down and screamed into my pillow, and that's when my alarm went off.

I turned it off and said, "Okay, Tikki, today we're going to keep her from getting Adrien alone. I can't let her hurt him."

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