Black Luck

Black Luck: Part One of the 'Colors' Series

THIS STORY CONTAINS A SMALL AMOUNT OF CURSING

Black luck. That was something Adrien did not think he had out of costume. Yet, he was proven wrong when the week began. The days dragged on, being worse than the last, seeming to push him farther from his goal. Part of him was jealous of Ladybug for being Lady Luck. Why couldn't he have just the smallest bit for himself? If he could capture some, no matter the amount, he would invest every single ounce of it, into asking out Marinette. Not Ladybug, Marinette. Because the boy, as oblivious as ever, still had no idea that the two were one in the same.

One day, Ladybug sat him down to talk about where their feelings for one another stood. She had confessed to liking him as more than just her best friend, however part of her heart still belonged to that mysterious boy. She intended to keep pursuing said crush because, even if she only loved Chat, she wanted to keep the relationship professional. This, Adrien could completely understand and, strange enough, it was the closure that he needed.

Since he had met the heroine, he was sure, absolutely sure, that one day she would love him in return. So, he held out hope, never letting his feelings slip. He waited for her. But now that that day had finally come, they still couldn't be together. So maybe it was time to move on. After sulking for a few days, Adrien made that his mission.

That was months ago. Four months ago, to be exact.

Three of those months were spent with the deleting of his Ladybug photos (as well as home screen and widgets) and trying to get over the only girl he had ever loved. Hard was an understatement, but he did it in the long run.

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Only girl he ever loved

That statement was false. And Adrien realized that, on a warm spring morning, like a kick to the gut.

Marinette was walking towards Alya, surprisingly on time for once. She was wearing a knee-length pink denim dress with fabric suspenders. Her short-sleeved, black and white, striped shirt was tucked in. The shoes she wore were white double-strapped sandals, and her hair. . . holy shit.

And there it was, the kick in the gut.

Her hair was down. The black curtain bangs framed her face perfectly, and the rest was just short enough to brush over her shoulder as she skipped. It looked so silky, so smooth, and Adrien found himself restraining from going over and running his fingers through it. A bubbly noise ripped him from his thoughts.

Another kick.

Her laugh, oh her laugh. It could make anyone happy, even on the worst of days. He craved more of that laugh, he wanted to cause that laugh. He wanted to see its matching smile, and he wanted it to be because of him.

Nino shut Adrien's mouth, which was subconsciously hanging open, and laughed.

"That look better not be aimed for Alya." He smirked. The blonde blushed, flustered.

"Of course not!" He defended himself.

"I'm just teasing!" Nino poked him in the ribs, knowing where he was the most ticklish. There was a hiss in reply, "But out of curiosity. . ." he continued, "who was it for?"

The red capped boy already knew the answer, of course. But it was more fun to see his oblivious friend all discombobulated and pink.

"I, uh. . ." Adrien cleared his throat, bringing a hand to scratch the back of his neck, "I think I have a crush on Marinette?" He flushed.