[☑️]reconciliation | an adrienette story

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🐈‍⬛ POV

"Marinette. Heard. Everything??"

Plagg messed with his ring awkwardly, and let out a strange chuckle. "Um— yes..?"

Of course she had. Marinette has been a curious person her whole life.

I let you a frustrated exhale. "Okay. Did she hear anything about miraculouses? Kwamis? The old—"

The small smile he made made me feel a teensy bit better. "Thankfully, no. Although she reacted a way, I imagine she'll react the way Nino reacted when you told him, everything. Especially because you have no proof anymore." he suddenly noticed the sad look that was placed apon my face. "Sorry."

"It's good." I said simply. "I—" I was suddenly cut of by my phone ringing. "Get out, Plagg. I gotta take this."

Plagg blew a raspberry and then left the room.

I looked at my phone.

Nino? Of course it was him.

I answered and held the phone to my ear. "What?"

"Heyy, dude!"

I rolled my eyes. "What do you want, Nino? Weren't you hanging with Alya?"

"Well, yesss... but we decided to like.. invite Marinette to have ice cream with us. Do you want to come with us?"

"Strawberry for her lips, blackberry for her hair, and blueberry for her sky-blue stare!"

"Nope!" I nearly yelled, "No ice cream for me!"

"Don't let your emotions get the best of you, come with us, have a great time!"

"Dude, Marinette hates me. How can I have a good time?" I grumbled.

"You never know!" I could practically hear his smirk.

I hung up on him. I placed the phone on my desk and sighed profusely.

"Monsieur Adrien, are you feeling okay?"

Wayzz.

"I'm okay." I smiled. "I promise."

It felt genuine for the first time in a long while.

"Are you sure it's not a regret of erasing a lot of Marinettes teenage years?"

"Wayzz."

"Right. Sorry."

"Me? Going after Marinette? No, she's just a friend!"

What an idiot..

My fists clenched.

Luka.. I groused inwardly. Luka.. I need to talk to Luka.

I grabbed my phone and dialed in Luka's number.

Once he answered, I nearly screamed; "Luka!"

"Adrien?? Why did you scream at me? Why did you call me, blondie?"

"Marinette."

"Who?"

I groaned. I've forgotten about this. Ever since he got his current fiancé, previous girlfriend when he was 16, he basically loved her so much that he forgot he had friends. He didn't loose contact with them, because well.. he's Luka. "You're ex girlfriend? The girl who's memories got erased? The old—"

"Yes, yes! I remember! God."

"Well.. I'm having.. Memories? Painful truths?" I asked inwardly.

"Ah.. seems familiar. Well, you have been having those for 3 years now."