Secret Kiss

Moving Along

Marinette stood still as a statue in front of the Agreste mansion. Her parents flanked her on both left and right while all around them rested boxes and suitcases that were packed full of all the precious memories from her old home. In her arms rested a very particular lockbox that held both her diary and precious Kwami inside of it. Beyond the gate, and giving her a very stern look, stood the human gorilla that her group of friends had come to know as Adrien's personal bodyguard and chauffeur. Just behind him stood Adrien himself, looking at her with an apology floating in the emerald green depths of his eyes.

It had all happened too fast for her to think; by the time that she and Alya made it back to her home (that was being taken away from her) her parents were crowded around the cordless phone to the bakery and talking excitedly into it. There was a quick explanation of his dad hiring her dad as a live in specialty pastry chief and a bit of confusion as they rushed her into packing.

She found out later that it was Adrien who insisted on hiring him because the Dupain bakery was closing soon and he absolutely couldn't stand the thought of not being able to get the best pastries in all of Paris. She could still remember Alya stating that he must have mirrored Chloe when he spoke to his father after they all left the park that day. She had taken a few days off near the end of the school week to finish packing and to wrap her head around the fact that her family would be living in the huge mansion while her parents worked as the staff of her secret crushes father.

"Mr. Dupain, Mrs. Dupain-Chang." She was shocked out of her thoughts by the deep yet youthful voice of none other than Mr. Gabriel Agreste. She could feel her spine stiffen once again as the gate opened and a small team of movers that had stood behind them moved forward under the elder Agrestes orders. Her parents moved forward to discuss business with the elder blonde leaving her standing nervously on the sidewalk with the gorilla between her and the boy who had come through for her even though he shouldn't have felt the need to.

"Excuse me." He muttered to the much larger man as he stepped around him to stand before her with a friendly smile, "I know this is um, strange, but at least you'll have a ride to school everyday." He stated as he scratched the back of his neck and looked at the cracks in the sidewalk between their feet.

"Thanks, I do like to walk sometimes though." Her answer was a soft mumble, it was all she could muster as her mind rushed to play scenes of the two of them together alone, in close quarters like the back of his car. She didn't think her poor heart could take what her brain was showing her and clutched the lockbox closer to her chest as she closed her eyes and lowered her head.

"What?" She knew he didn't hear her clearly, she honestly didn't mean to say it out loud, but it was far too late to go back and change her actions now.

"Ah! Uh, n-nothing! I, I was just, to myself, talking. I didn't mean to, out loud that is. I'm sorry." She stumbled over her words as she suddenly found herself fumbling with the box in her hands. Just as the wood slipped through the tips of her fingers she felt a gentle warmth on the back of her hands that carried with it a soft pressure as he pushed the box back to a more stable position in her hands.

"Sorry..." he mumbled as he moved away from her, she stared down at the baby pink spots that decorated the white box in her hands as the heat in her face intensified.

"It's, it's okay." She mumbled softly as she looked back up at him through her bangs. He was looking up at the large house with a gentle smile on his face before turning his kind eyes towards her.

"Do you want to see your room? Nathalie worked hard on it." He offered as he motioned towards the house with a nod of his head.

"S-sure." She squeaked, it was all she could manage to get out through the swarming thoughts in her mind. Without another word shared between them she followed him towards the large house. The unknown future unfolding before her with each and every step that she took.