The Rich & The Painter

Thinking About Him

POV Marinette:

Alya and I went to stay in the park that wasn't really far from the train station. We had a sit on the bench and all what I was doing is staring at the picture that the blond drew for me

Alya: you are quiet since you got this picture Marinette. what's wrong?

Marinette: no nothing Alya

Alya: what nothing? You are staring at it for a while. Tell me, did you like it?

Marinette: ohhhh hell yes, so much.

Alya: tell me Mari, you like the picture or who drew the picture?

I widen my eyes as my cheeks take the color of blood. I lift my head to see my best friend smirking at me

Marinette: w-what you mean?

Alya: come on Mari, you understand really well what I mean.

Marinette: n-no

Alya: that blondie is cute right?

When I heard that, my cheeks turned red crimson again as a smile appeared on my face

Alya: wow, you smiled?

Marinette: Alya, s-stop

Alya: seriously, you liked him?

Marinette: I d-don't know what it does it mean by liked him

Alya: I mean, what you feel when you remember that guy?

Marinette: t-that I want to see him again

Alya: got it, you like him.

Marinette: b-but I can't

Alya: and why?

Marinette: what about Luka?

Alya: he can burn himself, stop giving fuck to that jerk Marinette

Marinette: b-but he is my fiance

Alya: are you happy with him?

I looked down as the smile I had faded to the thought of me and Luka together, that man I don't love

Alya: see how your smile faded just by talking about Luka?

Marinette: b-but I can't cheat on him

Alya: Mari, you are my best friend, you are already cheating him by lying about your feelings. You should think about yourself sometimes, you are thinking about everyone, your parents, Luka, and all the rest but not you, you never thought about Marinette Dupain Cheng at all.

Marinette: I c-can't, I'm afraid

Alya: afraid of what?

Marinette: of my parents

Alya: you have the right to love, to live, to enjoy life and to do whatever you want Marinette. follow what you want. And you want me to tell you something?

Marinette: what is it?

Alya: I'm sure that it's not a coincidence that you saw that painter in the train, and it's not a coincidence that he painted you from all the passengers in the train. For example, why he didn't paint me but he did to you? Mari thinks about it.

Marinette: y-you think so?

Alya: do you want to see that blond boy again?

Marinette: I d-don't know