Chat...Blanc? (EDITING)

Chapter 1 ~ Advice?

Adrien's POV

I shuffled up behind Marinette quietly and reached out my hand to tap her on the shoulder. Marinette was chatting with Alya when she whirled around and grabbed my wrist forcefully. Her bluebell eyes stared into mine intensely before she gasped and dropped my hand.

"A-Adrien!" she squeaked. I rubbed my wrist, marveling at how she had such a firm grip. "Hi, Marinette," I said sheepishly. Said girl hunched her back in shame, her blue eyes directed to the floor of the courts. 

"Sorry," she whispered, her tone filled with regret. I laughed lightly, instantly forgiving her. She had nothing to be sorry about. After all, I did sneak up on her. I just wondered how she was so strong.

"No need to be sorry, Marinette," I assured her, softening my gaze. She offered a small, shy smile, and she straightened her back, resuming her previous posture. "Can I ask you something?" I whispered quietly into her ear, and when I pulled away, I noticed Marinette's face become deathly pale. Despite this, she nodded, her eyes wide.

I grabbed Marinette's hand, which was as smooth as silk, and led her out of the court and into the library, where I let go of her hand (which had gotten quite clammy). I turned to face her, and her expression was even more frightened and panicky then ever.

Marinette, with her weird expression, was still looking actually kind of cute. Pale skin, crisp blue eyes, silky raven hair. She reminded me of someone... someone I know personally. I couldn't place my finger on it.

"So, Marinette," I started, looking at my shoes. "I wanted to ask you advice on... how to get a girl?" I flicked my gaze back Marinette, and she breathed out a hesitant breath. Her shoulders, which her wound tight, relaxed and her face dropped into an expression of relief. 

"Oh, that's easy," she said, her voice calm. "All you have to do is tell her what you feel, from the bottom of your heart. No love poems, no flowers. Just tell her what you really think about her." Marinette's crystal eyes poured into mine, and the feeling of Deja Vu washed over me like cold water.

"Really?" I questioned. "That's it?" Marinette nodded firmly, and she tugged absent-minded on her earring. even the earring seemed famililiar, in a sense. She pursed his lips moemntarily, her expression contemplative, and she opened her mouth to speak.

 "Tell her what you like about her. Either her laugh, or her smile, or her eyes -- Anything you really feel made you connected to her," she told me. She was no standing a bit stiffly, but I dismissed it quickly. And then the doubts came pouring in.

I took shallow breaths as unpleasant thoughts started racing in my head. "But what if she says she doesn't have feelings for me? What if she says she's already in a relationship? What if--" Marinette cuts me off by places her finger on my lips. 

"Just do it," she urges, a smile on her lips. (DONT LET YOUR DREAMS BE DREAMS)

I straightened my back. "Yeah, yeah! I can do this. I'll tell her... I'll tell her how I feel." Marinette clapped her hands excitedly, but I saw a twinge of disappointment flash in her eyes. "Thanks for the advice, Marinette," I said before quickly planting a peck on her cheek. Her face instantly flamed, turning the color of firetrucks, and she nodded vigorously, her eyes wide. And with that, I walked out of the library and back onto the courts for the last ten minutes of recess.

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I slumped on my bed and sighed dreamily. Today is the day, I thought. I'm gonna tell her how I feel. No gimmicks. Just a few cat-puns. That's all. 

"Where is the cheese, Adrien?" an annoying voice sputtered. "Not now, Plagg. Just wait," I countered, smashing my face in my pillow. "But Adrien, I'm hungry! You wouldn't your ol' buddy ol' pal Plagg here to suffer without his cheese, would you?" Plagg continued.