When Adrien finally realizes that his father didn't give him the scarf, he sets out to find the person who did. He asks almost everyone, including Alya! Although, Alya isn't much help...
After doing a lot of searching, he finds out that Marinette g...
She got onto the plane. She said hello to the pilot and co-pilot of our plane and then went in.
She looked like she was in another world.
There was a bar with no alcohol because we are too young to drink and I prefer not to drink. I find it a disgusting habit.
"Whoa!" Exclaimed Marinette, as she sat down on one of the seats.
I smiled at her and she smiled back.
Gosh, she has the most beautiful smile...
I noticed myself staring at her and she blushed and looked away.
"Attention. This is your captain speaking. You will be travelling from Paris to Milan. Please be seated and buckled up. Our flight attendant will help you in whatever you need. We will departure in ten minutes. Thank you."
Marinette looked at me nervously.
"What's wrong Marinette?" I asked.
She began fiddling with her fingers and then began. "Well," she trailed off. "I've never been on a flight." She said.
I stared at her.
"Marinette, why didn't you say anything?" I asked.
"Come, sit here. Next to me." I said, patting the seat next to me.
She shifted from her seat that was across me and sat down next to me.
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Then she immediatly looked out the window. She was blushing.
I see what this was. Shyness.
Around three minutes later the Captain switched on the speakers and said, "Alright. We are ready for departure. Remember to fasten your seat belts and stay seated for most of the time. The skies are partially cloudy."
We both looked at each other.
The plane began to move backwards and then went forward, slowly. And then a few turns here and there later, we ended up on the runway. The jet had come to a complete halt.
The wings flapped a little and she stared at it.
"Is that supposed to happen?" She asked.
"Yeah... It's just to regulate everything, I guess." I mumbled.
"Oh, good." She smiled.
Although, her smile quickly faded when the jet began moving faster and faster.
She grabbed a hold of my hand, subconsciously.
"Is this supposed to happen, too?" She freaked.
"Y- yes." I stuttered.
She stared out the window and her grip tightened on my hand.
