𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚆𝚎 𝙲𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚃𝚘 | 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚝

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 4 | 𝙰𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗

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Adrien Agreste

Wednesday, July 3rd

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"Do you still like him?" 

Chat knew he hit some kind of nerve with her because Marinette became extremely flustered and began to stutter. "Does it matter to you Chat Noir?" He shrugged nonchalantly, but in his head, it did matter because he was Adrien. "Well, I guess not, but I thought we were confidants." She paused, deep in thought, and he wondered what she could have been thinking about. "Well. I told myself I'm not supposed to, but I am." He narrowed his eyes, "What do you mean 'I told myself I'm not supposed to'?" She got off the bed, going to return to her work on the dress most likely. "It's hard to explain." "I got time." He watched her grab the needle and thread he had left on the table after sewing her tulle on. 

"I did like Adrien for a long time. I actually hated him when I met him. I figured he'd be one of those snotty rich kids like Chloe, who is one of his close friends." Chat interjected, "I thought you didn't judge by class." Marinette shook her head but didn't turn her eyes away from the dress as she sewed beading onto the dress. "I don't, but this situation was different. Chloe tormented me all of middle school, so freshman year I was determined to not take it anymore. I thought people who surrounded themselves with her were the same. But he was different. I found out quickly how genuinely nice he was, and while I don't know him as well as I wish I did, how could a girl not fall in love with a kindhearted gentle person?"

Chat Noir was stunned. He was so glad that his mask could hide emotions to some extent because his heart felt like it was gonna explode. No one had said such genuine things about him, except for his mother. "I was a stumbling mess to him, he probably thought I was scared of him." That was true. He spent the first year of them knowing each other wondering if he had done something to scare her away. He felt stupid now knowing that she couldn't be around him not because she was scared, but because she was genuinely shy around him. "He's stupid for not noticing you Marinette. You're a genuine person." She stopped sewing and looked up at him, her blue eyes twinkling sadly. "Well, Chat can you blame him? When you are the status that Adrien is, it's hard to tell when a woman is being real, or if she just loves you 'cause you're the Adrien Agreste, a super famous model."

He smirked. "I understand that. I'm the Chat Noir, I have lots of fangirls." She rolled her eyes but the smile never left her face. "And it's my fault for not telling him anyway. He probably thinks I just saw him as a friend." That was also true. He had no idea Marinette's feelings ran this deep, and he felt like a jerk. "What made you decide it was time to move on after four years?" He definitely caught her off guard with the question, because she stopped working, and stared blankly at the dress. She finally looked back up, her eyes glossed over like she was holding back tears. "Graduation." He scanned his brain trying to figure out what happened at graduation. He wasn't able to get with the group of friends because he was so busy with everyone that was there for him, especially his dad.

"You ever heard of the term, 'if they wanted to they would'?" He nodded. "Well, he didn't see me at graduation. No congratulations, no 'I'm gonna miss you.' Nothing. It's funny cause I thought about him all the time, he ran through my mind constantly, but I didn't cross his at that moment. That's when I decided it was really over." She smiled again, "Oh and, we weren't gonna be seeing each other every day anymore so I figured this time was as fitting as any." If only she realized who he was. That he was sitting in front of her right now, and she had just confessed to him unknowingly. "You make him sound like a jerk Marinette." Her smile faded. "No, he isn't a jerk. It's my fault. Also, I doubt he'd have reciprocated so I spared my feelings even if it meant sleepless nights of 'what ifs'."