Borderline

questions & weeping

Adrien's brain was spinning in its shell in dizzying twists on an axis. He lacked all clothing still, laying lax on his couch. His head pounded with worrying thoughts of Marinette.

"Oh Adrikins, why must you tease me so? Let's find you some clothes before your appointment with your psychologist."

At the annoying sound of nails on a chalkboard, Adrien sat up, immediately covering himself, and all of his glory, with a nearby pillow. He was baffled as to why Chloe was permitted into his quarters once again. "Where's Marinette? Why are you in my room? Can you please look away from me right now?" Adrien asked a full plethora of valid questions.

"Marinette is away taking a little vacation. I'm filling in for her, since I know you the best out of everyone else. And don't flatter yourself, not everything has to be sexual, you know," Chloe answered, rolling her eyes, and placing a determined hand on her hip. She smirked slightly, poking fun of his unusual seriousness. Since when did he register the difference between wearing clothes and being naked?

"Please tell me the reason why Marinette isn't here has nothing to do with you," Adrien said, wavering in his words due to his attachment issues being at the forefront of his consciousness. At this point, he was scowling, feeling overly protective of his current caretaker. How could he help it? He foolishly fell in love like a sickly school girl. Barely even knowing Marinette, he had easily fallen for her. 

It was quite odd, really.

"Let's just say that things are going to be a little different around here for the time being, Adrien."

He was feeling sketched out by the sound of her high pitched voice. "Different how?" he asked, scared of the answer she would provide. Chloe drew near toward the couch, placing herself atop the worn armrest. "Well, for starters, you can forget about that trash Boss recently hired. She's old news, Adrien. Secondly, you can understand that I won't be doing you this time. I've decided to keep things professional, dare I say," Chloe stated, lowering her voice toward the end. 

She sauntered her swaying hips out the door and the room altogether, removing herself from his view.

Adrien gulped, laying back down onto the old couch, wanting to will himself the liberty of crying his eyes out. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He yanked on a dull sweater and some sneakers, needing to find fresh air desperately.

Once he received the go ahead from the nurse on duty, Adrien opened the back door to the outside, stepping out of the stuffy asylum. His lungs filled with crisp air, ever grateful for the beauty of nature. Adrien was determined to follow the path the hospital had recently installed. It was more of a park type of area, complete with picnic benches, and the sparse spread of trees.

Memories of Chloe and all that she did to him consumed his thoughts. He was terrified. Not only for himself, but for Marinette, and for his physical body as well. 

Who knows what horrors lie within the blonde woman this time?

Twigs, pinecones and fallen leaves crunched under his feet. Upon hearing the satisfactory snapping sounds, Adrien could focus on the little things such as a fluttery butterfly, the green of the tallest tree tops, and a flash of red in the corner of his eye. His gaze was pulled toward the snippet of misplaced color. The only thing he could register it to be is a flower patch. 

Boy, was he wrong.

The closer he reached, the louder the sobbing sensations got. Despite her being just as lovely as a patch of flowers, it was his sweet Marinette. She was huddled into herself, crying into her petite kneecaps, sitting hopelessly against a lone tree trunk. 

"Peaches?" Adrien quizzed, speaking quietly, as to not startle her. She peeked up in his direction, saddened further by his lonesome appearance.

"Adrien?" she whispered out. Marinette's face was heavily tear stained with all of her recent and distant sorrows. Her hair was crazily rumpled, like she had been digging her fingers into her scalp repeatedly. His suspicions were deemed correct, as she turned back around, running her hands viciously through her slightly sweaty head.

Running as quickly as his feet would allow, Adrien crouched down near her, picking her trembling frame up. The two sat down on a tabletop, blatantly ignoring the wooden benches.

Her obvious pain overflowed from her heart to his, almost like they were connected by twisted wires. Adrien shed his own tears, expressing his own anguish. His crying was silent, but apparent. It was nothing compared to her terrifying wailing, however. Never once did he attempt to hush her sobs, giving her the unadulterated option to free her emotions wildly.

After what seemed like four hours, but was probably three quarters of an hour, Adrien needed to calm her down. She was bound to gain a nasty headache, and he didn't want to deal with her constant complaints if she did. He did the only thing he knew how.

Gingerly, he fingered her cheek, removing any and all flyaway hair from her unending head raking. He enveloped her sweet, yet salty, lips with his, melding them together. Marinette wasn't surprised in the least, and wondered why it took him so very long to kiss her. It was full of love and care, no lust or sex craze to be seen or felt on the horizon. Could it be possible for Adrien to lose his disorders? Hardly any of his plaguing symptoms shone through anymore.

Marinette focused on lightly nibbling on his top lip, making him chuckle through his tears. Her mouth shook, and although tired from sobbing, she continued to pursue Adrien's lips.

"I can't pretend to understand you for one single second and I really, really wish I did."

The two broke apart roughly, each separating to opposing ends of the outdoor table. The voice came from Alya, Marinette's kind of office friend. She needed to speak her piece before Alya made her own wrongful assumptions.

"Alya, this is everything you think it is, and then some. Yes, I have been sneaking around, kissing this man. And yes, he is my patient. But, he has not been exhibiting any signs toward his disorders in a long time.

"Sure, he's not perfect by any stretch of the imagination, but, I'm not dumb, and I'm not drawn to him because of his good looks. I mean, yes it helps, but that's not all. It's his heart that's bigger than life itself. It's the way he calls me Peaches, and knows just how to spontaneously cheer me up. It's the way he makes me smile, despite my depression. It's the way he kisses me tenderly. It's the way that... that I love him." Marinette proclaimed, shocked at her own words that filterlessly flowed from her unforgiving mouth. 

Time. 

Stood. 

Still.

The birds halted their chirping and caterpillars stopped crawling. The air was chillingly thick, making it hard to breathe properly.

"If all of that is true, I'll contest in public court that this relationship is justified," Alya retorted, trying not to break her stern exterior. She cracked when a tearful, weepy woman hugged her tightly around her neck.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you a million times over!"

"Hold up. Signs toward my disorders? You love me? Court?" Adrien asked, seeming more confused as time progressed.

"All in good time, Agreste. All in good time."

_________________
June 3, 2017
Sorry I've been kind of neglecting this story, I have mega been into my other book that's published (and others that will eventually be made public too). Oops? Also, feel free to ask me any questions about anything! Don't forget to share your thoughts, opinions or guesses on what happens. 'Til next time!❤️