Nameless Love

Phoebe

Seriously? He thinks I'm actually mad? I should probably do him a Favour and go along with it.

"I'm not stupid, you know that right? Did you actually think that I fell for what you said? 'The palest of skins fits with the palest of eyes'? Get over it Adrien"
I had to work really hard to keep myself from laughing and giving myself out.

"I'm sorry you feel that way but I didn't mean it like that. They actually go together. You know your blue is unique, I haven't seen it any where else. It's intriguing. I'm not blabbing, am I?.... Urgh, this is bad." He paused. "I'm sorry?" He...asked,unsure of himself. "How do I make it up to you?"

By finding out that I'm kidding.

"Do I have to forgive you?"

"You must"

"What if I don't want to?"

"Oh, come on. All I wanted to do was make friends. Then it just slipped through my lips. I'm so sorry Phoebe."
I couldn't stop myself as I smiled. My smile soon turned to giggles and finally I burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" He asked and squinted his eyes but I just kept laughing. I laughed so hard that my lungs hurt from lack of oxygen. It soon turned to series of cough and I feared having one of those asthma seizures again."Are you alright? "

"I'm... I- "  I couldn't speak as I had started hyperventilating.
"Phoebe! Where is it?" I pointed to my purse that was sitting by my side. He hesitated for a second to debate on opening the purse. He shrugged and opened it, drawing my life source from it and handing it over to me. I helped myself to the powdered substance, spraying it a couple of times into my mouth. After a few deep breaths, I finally got back.

"You shouldn't laugh that hard in your condition. It wasn't even that funny."

Now I felt pity for him.

"I'm sorry about that, but did you actually think that I was mad at you? It's crazy enough that you apologized, but then you started blabbing. Now that's hilarious."

"I was only trying to make things clear. Is it that bad?"

"Very." I stated clearly.
"Remind me never to apologize to you again"
I huffed. "As if I'd be seeing you after today. Except on TV ofcourse."
"Yeah. Am I that popular? It didn't seem like it here. Nobody here noticed I am Phillipé's son."

"What makes you think so? This is an airport and you don't expect a paparazzi to follow you around. If you should ever get to Paris, you'd see a lot of those. Every where possible." He paused to think. "You're going to Paris ,right?"

"Yeah. Trust me, I'm not in your fan club." He look hurt after that but it was wiped away with a smile as he mummured, "Today is definitely my lucky day."

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing." He spoke too quickly. I gave him the 'I know you're not telling the truth' look. He just looked away for a second before turning back to me. "So,I get to know you, right?"

"I don't see why you should"

"What's your favorite color?" He asked, like I had just told him not to.
"Turquoise" He looked at me like I had just said the most bizzare thing ever. "What?" I ask him.

"Isn't your favorite colour supposed to be pink? Or red?"

"What exactly do you take me for? Some girly thing that wears large pink bows and ties her hair in two with pink ribbons?" I had raised my voice a little above normal.
"I-" He started but I cut him off. "I don't just hate pink. I dispise it." I looked at him and I saw the shocked expression on his face. I felt bad for lashing out on him like that. "Sorry about that but I get really mad when people bring up the pink topic."