Chapter 8-Color & Boys

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It was a couple days after I was akumatized. I haven't visited Marinette at all yet. I was so guilty that she broke up with Nathaniel. I was also happy but banged with guilt. I hate it. My schedule had been pretty free for some reason. No more akuma attacks. All was normal. I wish I could go to school again. That was the only light in my life in 12 years. I was walking around town again. Just looking around, trying to spark the beauty of Paris again. The color was drained from my world. I was miserable. Without color, it's like without life. I saw Marinette. I stopped and stared at her till she noticed me. I immediately turned the other way and started walking away as soon as I could. I felt someone grab my arm.

"Why are you avoiding me? Have I done something wrong?" she sounds sad guilty.

"No no no no no! Nothing is wrong. You didn't do anything. It's just I am still guilty about you breaking up with Nathaniel." I admitted.

"Are you doing anything? You can come to my house. We can talk and stuff." She was still holding my arm.

"Alright. I will come over." I didn't want to argue will her. We walked to her house.

"Look at that beautiful cloth!" She pointed at a fabric.

"Why is it beautiful? It looks gray and white." I stated.

"What are you talking about? It is vibrate red with black!" She puffed out one of her cheeks.

"Oh sorry. Here let's buy it. Come on." I dragged her into the store to buy the fabric for her. She was complaining the whole time.

"You didn't have to buy that for me," she said.

"I wanted to so be little grateful princess." I whispered.

"I'm sorry, that was rude of me. Thank you for buying this for me." She almost bowed for me but I lifted her chin up and shook my head.

"Let's go to your house now." It was getting cold out. I shivered slightly. When we arrived at the bakery, it had started snowing. I was very unprepared. I had a light jacket only, and I was freezing. Marinette had a coat fit for this kind of weather so at least she was okay. The bakery was warm and welcoming, the complete opposite of my house. Marinette grabbed a few pastries and cookies and head upstairs. Once we did Plagg and Tikki went off to talk.

"Are you doing alright?" she asked very timidly.

"Better than the last time you saw me," I answered honestly.

"Good. That puts my mind at ease. You are all I think about you know that?" She slapped her hand over her mouth.

"Is my princess more infatuated in my than I thought." She continued to protest.

"No! I didn't mean it like that you sly cat." He playfully pushed me.

"Princess, why did you break up with Nathaniel? You guys seemed to have a good relationship. I don't want to ruin that." I looked down at my feet sighing.

"It's-it's because you need someone much more than he does. He has a loving family and other people who love him. I decided that you needed someone. And one someone was going to be me. I want to make sure that you know that someone cares for you." She touched my shoulder.

(Sad ending)

"Stop it! I am sick of you! You keep playing with my feelings! I can't take it anymore!" I slapped her hand away. A tear slipped off my cheek, and I ran away. I never saw Marinette again.

I became cold hearted like my father. I ran the fashion company just as he did, and we were more successful than him. I put walls around me. I didn't let anyone in. No one new my pain, my hardships, it ate my alive. At night I would come home to this huge empty mansion. I dreamed of what it would be like having kids around. It would be so happy and vibrant with activity. My opportunity was gone. The only girl I loved was gone. She moved to America to be a fashion designer there. She never attempted to come here. I don't blame her. I was so mean to her, so cruel. In a way I was happy for her. She ended up marrying Nathaniel and having three kids. I kept in touch with Nathaniel to make sure Marinette was doing okay. If she was happy, I was happy.

(Happier continuation)

I brought Marinette into a hug. I cried on her shoulder. I let out everything I had been keeping in for years. It felt amazing I really did love Marinette.

"Thank you so much, Mari. Thank you." I sobbed.

"It's okay. Let it all out. Okay? I'm always going to be here for you." She patted my back comforting me. I finally found color. I glanced at the fabric I bought, and she was right. It had a luscious red with black polka dots. She was my COLOR.

A/N: Yay! Celebrate everyone! Adrian finally realized that Mari wants to care for him. I am not ending the book just incase you were wondering.

I did say in the title that I was going to talk about boys. Okay. So I don't have too much experience with this topic thank goodness. This last year though a boy in my class really hurt me. We were good friends, and he was bullied a lot so I helped him out. I developed a crush on him, and he said he liked me too. So he was texting my best friend Marissa. He told Marissa that he thought I was way to emotional. Now to me, this was awful. I hated being emotional, and I knew he was right. It really hurt me. I am glad Marissa told me. I cried for a while though. I really liked him too. I hated it. I don't know how to explain what kind of pain I felt because I don't experience it anymore. I never have liked another guy. I promised myself I wouldn't. I am not mature enough to make those kinds of decisions. Boys suck guys. There are some really nice ones out there. I have had a boy that was really nice. He was my childhood friend but we never talk anymore sadly. So I try to stay away from guys in general. So that's all I have to say about that. I don't want to be hurt go I just say boys are stupid and they suck and I stick with it. I am still friends with a few boys but that's all. Sorry😬😅.

Anyways hope you enjoyed! Thank you so much on the positive feedback on my bullying chapter. I can't thank you enough! I love you all!!! ❤️ btw thank you so much for half one thousand reads!!! I owe you guys everything! Have have good day!
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Signing off, ~Epic

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