Warped Reality

Chapter Six

Adrien

He shifted uncomfortably on the couch, staring up at the celing. Why did it have to be her of all people? Why was it her family that had fallen apart? He rolled onto his side, staring at his closed bedroom door, where she was currently sleeping in his bed. He felt incredibly guilty. To be happy in a world she was suffering in. He couldn't help but feel like he had traded his life for hers. He felt even more guilty at the fact that he wasn't willing to trade back. He needed his mom. He had spent years without her. Marinette had her mother most of her life. Was it wrong that he felt it was finally his turn? He'd feel better if Tom got sober. If she at least had one of her parents, it would clear his conscience. He got up off of the couch, wanting to go talk to her. It was late, and he was sure she'd be asleep, but he wanted to check. Maybe he could find out where her mom went. Maybe if they brought her back, it would fix everything. They could be happy again. He didn't bother knocking, not wanting to wake her if she actually was asleep. He gently pushed the door open, glancing at the bed. The blanket was pulled up completely, and he leaned against the doorframe, before his attention snapped to movement at the window. It was open, and someone was crawling through it. It felt as if all of the oxygen had left the room, leaving him cold and suffocating. He rushed forward, grabbing the figure by the shoulders, yanking them in completely. He heard a startled gasp, and he tried to get them down on the ground. They managed to wrap a foot around his ankle, and in the struggling he lost his balance.

"Fuck." He hissed, the intruder landing hard on his chest, knocking his breath away.

They quickly sat up and he sucked in a breath, getting ready to call for help when whoever it was clamped a hand onto his mouth. He tried to pull it away, when the hooded figure leaned down into his face.

"Stop. It's me." A voice whispered, and he froze, glancing towards the bed.

It couldn't be her. She was under the blanket. 

He wiggled his hand free, reaching up, and yanking the hood of their jacket back enough to let the faint blue light shine on their face. Sure enough, bright blue eyes stared up at him. He glared at her, shaking his head to dislodge her hand.

"What the fuck Marinette? You scared me to death."

Even in the darkness he could see her blush, and it startled him. That was such a Marinette thing to do.

"I'm sorry." She whispered back, looking away from him.

What the hell had she been doing? He had caught her sneaking back in. It was like, one am.

"Where were you?"

She closed her eyes, shaking her head.

"It doesn't matter."

So she didn't want to tell him. Had she gone to see Nathaniel? He would have thought that after today, after the things he had said she wouldn't want anything to do with him. This Nathaniel was nothing like the kind person he knew. Why would she go back to him?

"Did you go see Nathaniel?"

Her gaze snapped back to his, her eyes narrowing.

"No."

"Where else would you have gone?"

"I went on a walk."

Yeah, that was obviously a lie. He was pretty good at recognizing liars. Her cheeks were scarlet at this point, and his breathing picked back up. He would have thought the adrenaline would have worn off some, before he realized it wasn't the adrenaline at all. It was the position they were in. She was straddling his chest, his arm pinned under her thigh. She was still leaning over him, and when she spoke goosebumps broke out across his skin.