Miraculous Skaters

Chapter 4

Oof. Okay I don't really know what to write here so I'm just gonna jump to the story.

Marinette woke up to a pounding in her head and a stiff neck. She grumbled, trying to shift into a more comfortable position while feeling the bright sun flit across her eyes. She winced, pulling away from said light and opened her eyes to let them adjust. Her room and the surroundings looked the same as before. Marinette concludes that she must be sick due to her thirst for water, pounding head, and nauseous feeling in her stomach. She feels a chill go through her and she wraps her arms around her pajamas... only she wasn't in her pajamas. She was in a... dress? Why would she be in a- Ohhhhhh. Oh. OH! "WAIT! Oww..." Marinette yelped then regretted it as her head was jostled suddenly. Marinette looked around the room  frantically hoping it was the same room she reserved. Alya got up from the foot of the bed where she turned around and saw a very disgruntled Marinette.

"Ooh..." Alya grimaced, taking in the sight of her friend. "Not gonna lie, you look awful." Marinette simply glared at her best friend through a small parting of the sheets just to quickly stuff her head back in as the sunlight made her dizzy. "Gee..thanks. I feel awful right now." Marinette's grumbled voice came from the heap. She put a hand over her throat and how gravelly it sounded and how dry it felt. She felt something land with a thump next to her and felt around until she finally grabbed onto the item, bringing in a water bottle, presumedly from Alya. "Thanks," Marinette rasped out, still half-buzzed. "Did it happen again?" Alya asked Marinette while she got out of the blankets and nursed her water bottle to help relieve her nausea. "Mhm," She nodded in affirmation. "I can't remember anything. I'm kinda scared to ask....... What exactly did I do last night?"

Alya put her finger to her chin as she recalled last nights events. "Well....." She glanced over at Marinette, automatically scratching the back of her neck as a form of habit. "Hahaha, funny story." Marinette slunk down slowly into the pillows, already predicting Alya's answer. "Oh noooo....."  Alya rolled her eyes as she sat back on the edge of the bed, "It's actually not that bad, I just know that only you would freak out to these kind of things you did." "Like..?" Marinette asked tentatively, peeking over the top of the pillows. "You shouted my name in the ballroom to get my attention and.... danced with a couple other people." Marinette's head shot up, "Wait what? How much did I have last night....." Marinette capped the bottle and pressed it to her forehead to let the cool water touch her skin, a trick with hangovers she learned during the few times she drank. "I'm not sure, but when I looked at the table, there were about 17 flutes, and that's not even factoring in the bottle you took onto the dance floor." Alya said leaning against the bed frame with a pensive look on her face. Marinette sighed as she took another swig of the water."Well all that aside, that doesn't solve what caused me to drink in the first place." Marinette's eyes became softer as she recalled the latest memory she had of that night before everything became a blur.

 Alya's expression became quizzical as she sat next to her. "I knew there had to be some reason. What was it?" Tears collected in her eyes as Alya quickly wrapped her in a hug. "Hey, hey it's okay. You can tell me." Marinette gasped as she choked out, "I-I was cut.." She sniffled as she tried to regain her composure. "I was cut from the fashion show." She knew she was crying for a stupid reason. She knew that a lot of people would kill to even be acknowledged by the Gabriel Agreste and be in her position, but not Marinette. She was an overachiever, a perfectionist, and she knew this setback would hold her back and let her anxiety fester. 

Alya listened patiently as Marinette continued venting her worries, her emotions, and lastly her fears for the future. Marinette hiccuped once more, "What's my future supposed to be now? That was supposed to be the beginning of everything." Alya firmly gripped Marinette's shoulder and pushed her away slightly so she could look her directly in the eye. "Listen to me," her voice was certain with sincerity laced heavily in her words. "Your designs are the best I've ever seen and you're so young with so much potential to outgrow everyone more than you already have. You will have another chance. And soon, I promise that." Marinette relaxed into her friends' hug at the words. She always knew just what to say. 

The tender moment was cut off when they heard a sharp ding coming from inside Alya's purse. Swearing to herself she pulled it out and sent a hurried text to whoever was on the other end. "I'm sorry, but the press conference for the skaters is going to start in 30 minutes, and I have to be there otherwise my boss will have my head." She jumped out of the bed and grabbed her coat, coming back to the bed and giving Marinette a quick hug. "Remember I didn't bring you here to be in the room all day," she stated before disappearing out the door. Marinette rolled back into the warm pillows and set an alarm to wake her up in an hour. Absentmindedly she fiddled with the white pillow cloth in front of her, wondering what would happen next.

  What could possibly inspire her to keep designing?

Adrien's POV

Adrien fiddled with the white table cloth in front of him as he was determining how to answer the last reporter's question. 

What could possibly inspire him to keep skating for next season?  

A/N: Yea so this chapter is really short and long overdue but school is a thing that exists. I'm still not entirely sure where this story is heading cause I'm pretty much going with the flow with this one, but all I know is that I really enjoy making these when I can. Anywho I should probably stop procrastinating on my Cornell's and do my homework. See you next level-I mean time!

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Edit: HOLY SHOT THUNDER JUST RUMBLED OUTSIDE MY WINDOW    T-T