𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑, miraculous au

Ⅱ. 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐮𝐩

for her ,, revamped "

Yawning was a punishment. It wasn't something you earned joy from doing, and nobody looked good doing it, either. I've been doing it all day. The day was the one before my and Marinette's three year anniversary, which in my case didn't matter much, but it did to her and the least I could do was buy her flowers.

"Good afternoon,"

I nodded at the man mending to the register at the small corner store I've just entered. It smelt of incense, quickly giving me a headache. I yawned again, too. It was clear that I had to purchase more than flowers and a card here.

The pharmacy wasn't a difficult find. I needed some convenience store Tylenol and one of those shots of some form of energy drink my cousin had introduced to me once.

"No sleep, huh?"

The man beside me spoke in a gruff southern accent. He was tall, and was rummaging around through the rows of creams that provided pain relief. Probably a weird guy, I thought.

I ignored the guy, quickly grabbing the item I came for. The man with snow-white hair, grinned, eyeing me. "Aren't you that kid my son played a joke on?"

My mouth fell closed, and any remark that dared to shoot out was silent, almost like I couldn't speak on my own. The grin on his face grew.

"You are," He told me, pointing a bandaged finger. "yeah. Funny joke wasn't it?"

"What joke?" I could speak now. The reality of what was happening didn't seem like reality at all. I felt like a mindless idiot, scared of some creep in a convenience store.

"You don't know?"

He sounded as if he couldn't believe the situation, just like how I imagined I currently looked. It was the lack of sleep, I believe.

The man snickered, shaking his head. He holds out a hand that I surprisingly shake. He speaks aloud, "Wren,"

"Adrien,"

Wren nods his head, grinning still. It was like it was the only thing he knew how to do with his facial features. His top lip was covered by thick, grayish-white, facial hair. It lined his grin eerily.

"Let me tell you a story," He said suddenly, seriously. He took no time gripping a hand against the back of my neck, and leading me out of the store. "buckle up, it's a long one."

Marinette opened our shared apartment door for me once I arrived with occupied by bags hands. I gave her a tight-lipped smile as I nudged past her through the doorway.

It wasn't right, I knew it, to believe a stranger that tells you some fairytale about your girlfriend and some guy Colt from three years ago, but the man knew my history, and on two hours of sleep, i'd really believe anything at this point.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Marinette asked, following me into the kitchen. Worry was etched all over her face, it made me feel guilty.

"Why'd you do it?" I knew I had to get straight to the point. I didn't drag things along. I didn't wait until the two of us exploded in wonder.

Marinette sighed, shaking her head. "Do what?" She asked defeatedly.

I think she has known me long enough to know that I don't joke around often. And, that I know what i'm talking about almost all of the time, so when I tell her something— and ask her something, she knows I need a straightforward answer.

"Randomly show up in my life one day,"

Marinette's laugh of disbelief sounded more like a scoff. She shook her head for a moment before she smiled at me. "I may have showed up one day for you. But for me, you were in my life since sophomore year of high school."

"Okay," I said shortly. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from saying anything intrusive and thought on my words. "so, when did Colt come into your life?"

"Colt?" She sounded confused, eyebrows shooting up her forehead. "How do you know about Colt?"

I clapped my hands together once, nodding with an almost manic smile. "There it is," I said awfully too loud, but I couldn't help myself. "so this psycho freak was telling the truth, then?"

"Psycho freak?" Marinette laughed incredulously. "Are you going to tell me that you met Colt?"

It was almost eye twitching to talk to her about this. "Marinette, I don't know Colt, okay?." I said impatiently. "Who is he?"

"Who is the psycho freak?" She answered with another question.

I groaned, rubbing a frustrated hand down my face, looking back down at her. "Starting to think it's you."

Marinette bit her lip with sad eyes, but I couldn't help but not feel any remorse. She was irritating me, and clearly was dodging a simple question.

"You're such a jerk," She said breathlessly, using her hand to wave this conversation away, she left the kitchen.

Shaking my head, I unloaded the flowers I hid in the bag for her, replacing the dead ones in the nearby vase.

I really shouldn't let a stranger get into our heads like this, but Colt was real, and she knew it. I felt like I knew it now, and I had to get the truth out of her.

🪞

Sam Elliott on steroids
is back. Say hooray!

... unfunny...