Through My Window - Adrienette FF

The Best Friend

The walk back isn't as uncomfortable as I expected, yet my hands still shake a little. A part of me still can't believe that I'm walking next to Adrien. I try to keep one step behind so that I don't have to face that pretty face he has. However, my curious eyes travel down his defined arms and legs. Fencing really suits him. He has an athletic body that makes him look strong. I continue to gawk at him until he catches me, and I look away.

Adrien glances over his shoulder at me with a mischievous, knowing grin that takes my breath away. Why does he have to be so fucking attractive?

Grumbling, I focus on the street to one side of us. Adrien plays on his phone the rest of the way. As we reach my front door, the atmosphere gets a little awkward. He stops next to me and runs his hands through his hair. "You've arrived at your cave, bugaboo."

"Stop calling me that."

Adrien checks his phone, as if checking the time. "Get in before your mom comes out and drags you in."

"My mom wouldn't do that, she knows what kind of daughter she raised," I say arrogantly. "She trusts me."

And as if hearing me, my mothers voice calls from inside the house. "Marinette? Is that you?"

"Shit!" I panic. "Oh . . . that was fun, good night, bye." I turn around to walk to the door.

"Didn't you just say that your mother knows who she raised?"

"Marinette?" My mother calls again.

I turn to him again.

"Shhhh!" I gesture with both hands for him to leave. "Go away! Shoo!"

Adrien laughs showing those perfect teeth. He has a beautiful smile, I could stare at him all night, but my mother is about to come out and make a fuss. Adrien gives me the "Okay" sign with his fingers.

"All right, I'm off, Stalker."

"Wow, I have a special nickname now?" Sarcasm drips from my tone.

He shrugs. "You should feel very special, I'm very creative, you know."

"So am I, kitty." As soon as my so-called nickname for him leaves my lips, I regret it. Kitty? Are you serious, Marinette?

"I like that nickname."

Of course, you like it, arrogant—

"Marinette!" My mom's voice is louder now.

I turn my back to him again and this time he says nothing. I hear his footsteps fading further into the distance as I open my front door. I walk in and put my back against the door as a stupid grin comes over my face. I had a good time with Adrien. I still can't believe it.

"Marinette Bridgette Dupain-Cheng!"

You know you're in trouble when your mom uses your full name.

"Hi, my beautiful mom," I say with the cutest look I can conjure up.

My mother, Sabine Cheng, is a hard working, dedicated woman. She's a hardworking caterer. She's the best person I know, but as a mother she can be strict. Although she doesn't spend much time at home because of her job, when she is at home, she likes to take control and maintain order.

"Don't mom me," she warns, holding up her pointer finger. "It's ten o'clock at night, can you tell me where you were?"

"I thought we agreed that I could arrive at eleven o'clock at the latest during summer."

"Only on weekends," she reminds me. "As long as you let me know where you are, and who you're with."

"I stopped by the supermarket, and I was eating some rice and—"