Ladynoir AUs

The Desk Pt 3

A/N: Hey y'all itsa me!
A-Rochelle!

*clears throat* anyways, this'll be the last part for The Desk AU, and i added the video of the short film this was inspired by

It was a video made i think in 2011, and i just saw it a couple days ago after i watched Evan, and it was so beautiful and cute!

Anyways, read on !

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Adrien had been 'talking' with Marinette for a couple months now.

Despite the fact that he's never seen her, he felt really connected with Marinette, and wanted to get to know her in real life. But he didn't ask information that was too personal, just because he was still the shy and timid type of guy.

However, he did manage to feel close to her, as if she was standing right next to him. Having Marinette to talk to was exhilarating, exciting. Adrien always counted the minute until he gets to go back to the desk.

As the months passed, Adrien wakes up everyday with a smile on his face, and up to go to Room 111.

He entered the school with a brighter attitude, but no one has still yet to notice him. But, Adrien didn't care. If he had someone like Marinette in his life to talk too, then who else would he need?

He shuffled his feet quicker to Room 111, but something he saw on the door made him stop in his tracks.

It was a piece of paper taped onto the door, and it read

Class has been moved to Room #140.

Adrien's heart dropped heavily, his smile turned into a frown, and he had no choice but to drag himself to that room. A little part of him had hoped that the desks were moved to the room there too, but when he got there, the room was filled with new, group learning desks that were not wooden.

Adrien sighed again, and proceeded to the back of the classroom. The teacher walked in, and explained the class that this was going to be their new, permanent room, due to the fact that they were turning Room 111 into a computer lab.

Adrien held back a small choke and a tear when he realized he wasn't going to be able to talk to his only friend for the rest of the school year without the desk. His only communication with Marinette was gone, and he was, once again, alone.

All alone.

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It's been a month since Adrien has spoken with Marinette.

It was pretty stupid of him, how he hadn't thought of giving her his phone number, or email, or any other form of communication. It's just that they were so caught up with each other that phone numbers and emails didn't seem important their comversations. He knew the desk was special to them, it was their thing, so that's why he continued to write on it.

Adrien entered through the doors again, this time, his old frown found its place back on his face. His sullen clouds rolled over back above his head, and his head hung low as he clutched his books at his side.

Once again, he was so deep in thought, so distracted. He barely saw the girl with the fox pendant leaning against the lockers anymore, and he didn't even notice a couple people finally noticing his presence.

It wasn't until he again bumped into the same guy who had called him names around his first couple days of school, and Adrien, still being the clutz he is, dropped all his books on the ground.

And once again

No one helped him.

Adrien sighed, not even caring anymore. His only thoughts was Marinette, her name, her notes, her small, neat handwriting dotted with little hearts.