Adrien sighed as he sat down in the large blue chair, a small brown coffee table in between him and his interviewer on the show he didn't know the name of but knew Marinette would be informed of it somehow. "Welcome back to Constance Live with your host, Constance!" She smiled wide. "And with me here I have Adrien Agreste, famous model and then son of fashion designer of Gabriel Agreste," Constance smiled bigger, turning to Adrien. "So, tell us all about your public display to your girlfriend." The word hit Adrien harder then a bullet.
"M-My girlfriend?" They hadn't even agreed on using those words but, Adrien sure as hell used them more then he should have.
Constance hummed. "Yep. Tell us about her. What's her name?"
"Marinette. Marinette Dupain-Cheng."
"What is she interested in?"
Adrien didn't miss a beat at any question. "Fashion and art. She draws a lot and has fabric all over her room and has this," her parents didn't know about the garden, but he wasn't willing to risk it. "And has this great taste in clothes and styles."
"What else do you know about her?"
"Her favorite color is pink and she loves Mac and cheese. Her parents run a bakery by her school."
Constance hummed. "Great. Now let's talk about that show you put on for everyone in Paris to see!" The big screen in between the two flashed showing a video someone took of the ordeal.
Adrien gulped when it finished, Constance turning to him and the audience unseen by cameras looking at him. "Well, uh-"
"What about that Bridgette girl?"
"Uhm, that was another girl I knew, she uhm, died," gasps filled the air. "She looked a lot like Marinette, but was more limited and she didn't do a lot of things outside her house or mine. Marinettes more then that though. She cares for everything and everyone and she never wants to be home. She'd rather be at the Lourve, or the Notre Dame or The Seine, or even school."
"How would she enjoy those places if she was blind?"
"Well she's not anymore. She went into a very risky surgery and she can see now, but before," Adrien chuckled. "When we met and I went to those places with her, she would have me describe everything and every detail, which was hard but I loved it when she would smile at my horrible description but would say she could see it in her head," Adrien ran his hand through his hair. "She's amazing."
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Adrien bit his lip as he waited out the front of the school, no hoodie or way to hide him as he leaned against a tree as the bell rang in his ears. Girls walked out and ran to him, asking for autographs but he politely declined. Marinette walked out and he pushed past them and up to her, Alya and Nino standing a distance behind them. Marinette looked up at him as he blushed a light pink, grabbing her hands and pressing his lips against hers.
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Secret Garden (COMPLETE)
Fanfiction"It is told through time that everyone has a garden. A garden they share with the one person they're meant to be," she cupped the four year olds cheek with her old weak hand. "When you met that person your garden will be real. Remember that, my dear...
