The Tragedy of Adrien and Marinette

Chapter 3

After about five minutes of sitting behind the potted plant, Adrien wonders if the girl is coming back for him. He peeks out through the leaves and is surprised when he sees there is no longer anyone in the room.

He stands up and walks to the door, expecting it to be locked. But the handle turns, and he quietly steps inside.

Immediately, Adrien notices how pink the room is. The walls, the furniture, the bedding- just about everything this girl owns is pink. How did I not see this before?

He walks over to the her desk, smiling as he picks up a drawing of a dress for the Masquerade ball. There was no dance more mysterious than it. Every year Adrien's father decorates the ballroom (or well, has his servants decorate it, and even then, he makes his assistant hire the servants) and each year the decorations get better and better. Adrien still remembers when his father wouldn't let him attend them because he was too young. He remembers how excited he used to be.

Now he despises them.

And he still hasn't chosen a partner for the dance.

His father expects Adrien to find a wife at the ball this year, but Adrien does not want to marry. His heart has already been broken by none other than Chloe.

Adrien shudders at the memory of her. Her father was a close friend of his father, so they had known each other since they were little kids. Chloe was a good friend, and Adrien had loved her from the beginning. But that day, that dreadful day, Adrien had showed up at her door with roses and a ring. But a boy answered the door. He had never seen him before, and assumed that he was just visiting.

Little did Adrien know, he was Chloe's soon-to-be husband.

When Chloe came to the door, she jumped and hugged Adrien and invited him inside and told him all about how it happened.

Adrien went home that night without a wife, and was soon joined by the disappointment of his father.

Adrien shakes his head, not wanting to sulk in those memories at the moment. He set the sketchbook down, and walks over towards the bed. There were sheets and blankets made of silk, but under closer examination, he finds that the silk doesn't feel as soft as his does. He then picks up one of the many throw pillows and smiles at the embroidery. "To Marinette," it read.

"Marinette," Adrien says aloud, liking the way it sounds and wanting to know more about this girl.

After all, she was poor, and this is what he wanted, right? To learn more about these people's lives?

"Why are you still here?"

Adrien turns around to find Marinette standing at the doorway, her face slightly red but definitely angry. She stomps towards him and snatches the pillow from his hands.

"Have you been going through my stuff?" She looks around and finds her sketchbook still open, so she rushes towards it and slams it shut. She then turns back towards Adrien. "You need to leave. Right now."

Adrien would love to leave. There was just one problem. How could I not notice this before?

Adrien stares at the girl, feeling lost as he looks into her blue eyes. She is beautiful. "Marinette..." he says, not really knowing what to say, but wanting to say something to fill the awkward silence that had fallen between them.