Tales Untold

Party Fouls 8 - Final

Marinette

As much of a bummer as the night was, she had never expected it to end like this. Not with Adrien standing awkwardly in the middle of her floor while she searched through her designs to find something for him to sleep in. She had already changed clothes, and he was uncomfortably switching from one foot to the other. She didn't get why he was so nervous. It wasn't like he was the one with the crush.

"It's so cold in here." He sighed, and she finally found what she was looking for.

She yanked it out from the pile triumphantly, and he raised an eyebrow at her. It was a Chat Noir themed onsie she had made herself, and it would be her little secret that she had made it for him.

"You a fan of Chat Noir?"

"Who isn't?"

He chuckled as he took it, looking it over.

"Most people think he's a screw-up."

"Everyone makes mistakes. Do you want the chaise or the bed?"

He shrugged, slipping back down the trapdoor to go change in the bathroom. Deciding for him, she crawled onto the chaise, tugging one of her throw blankets over herself. Tiki kissed her forehead before flying off to hide for the night, and she closed her eyes. She was certain that once all the booze wore off and once she had a clear head in the morning, that she would hate herself. For everything she had said and done. For telling Adrien. For telling him to figure it out. For giving him a countdown. Two, in fact. She would hate herself for all of it. But that was a problem for tomorrow. And she was far too exhausted to worry herself over that tonight. She closed her eyes, faintly hearing the sound of the trapdoor opening and closing.

"Night Mari. Thanks for letting me stay."

"Mhm."

She rolled over, sinking deeper onto the chaise. Sleep surprisingly came easy.

* * * * *

"Rise and shine!"

She flinched, groaning softly.

"Maman, please."

She was answered by the sound of two pots banging together, and she shot off of the chaise, ready to snatch the pots from her mother. However, her mother was staring in shock up at her bed, and Marinette's stomach twisted violently when she looked up. Adrien was frozen in place, his hands tightly over his ears. He stared at them with wide eyes, the color draining quickly from his face.

"Tom!"

"Mrs. Cheng, I can explain!" He blurted, scrambling to get out of the bed.

He had said he'd be gone by the time they woke up. Why was he still here? He stumbled down the stairs, stopping in front of them before quickly composing himself.

"What is it?"

Her father peeked past her from the trapdoor, and her nausea slammed into her full force.

"Adrien?"

He perked up, grinning up at the two as if he had caught them cuddling. That was unexpected.

"Tom!"

Her mother scowled, before holding the pot up, pointing it at Adrien.

"He was in her bed!"

"Alone! He was in my bed alone! I slept on the chaise."

"You still have a boy in your room!"

Marinette groaned, rubbing her face.