Paris is Weird

Chapter 13: Weird Tension

Author's Note

It's been way to long again. I started feeling like I wrote myself into a corner with the dang summaries I wrote for the chapters, but then I realized that's because they don't match the way the story is evolving. I need to just use them as a general framework, which is how they were intended, duh.

Also the dang pandemic and being out of work, not being able to see my boyfriend since February, it starts adding up to a big mental toll.

Now I'm back at work, and feeling pretty good. And I've only seen my dearest love once in the last month. Sigh. Things have to get back to normal sooner or later.

Without further ado, the continuation of Weird Paris.

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng

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Marinette sat on her chaise lounge, phone in hand, girlish laughter teasing the air around her, "Alya! I told you! It couldn't possibly be like that! We only had lunch together!"

"And, Girl, I told you! After that display in class today there is no way I'm believing Adrien Agreste doesn't like you!" Alya Cesaire's voice echoed through the phone, "It's just a matter of does he know it."

"You really think he likes me?" Marinette smiled dreamily at the posters that lined her wall, "But, what if you're wrong? Then I'll get my hopes up. And I'll end up expecting him to ask me out! But he'll ask out someone else instead!

"I'll be crushed!" By now she had nearly worked herself into tears, "Adriieeen!"

"Marinette, relax," Alya tried to hold back a chuckle at her friend's dramatics. This was one of the things she loved about her gal pal, but it got a bit crazy at times, "The evidence all adds up! He got crazy jealous of Luka inviting you to lunch the other day -"

"Don't remind me about that..." Mari groaned.

"Sorry. I shouldn't have played into it. But it started on it's own," The dismissive shrug was almost audible over the phone, "So Adrien got jealous over Luka's flirting with you -"

"Huh?! L-Luka wasn't flirting!" Marinette injected her denial, but was ignored.

"Then the next thing you know he's falling all over himself to make sure he gets to invite you to lunch before Luka can," Alya snorted out repressed laughs at the memory of that day's incident, "Have you ever seen him so flustered? He turned into you!"

"Yeah, but that doesn't prove anything!" The clumsy girl argued back, "He's just being nice. We spent most of the time talking about fashion and my parents bakery."

Marinette's gaze lifted to see her kwami trying to catch her attention. When Tikki finally had, the small pink being then pointed out her window, towards the Eiffel Tower. It took a few moments to catch on, but once the human teen had, her eyes widened and she pulled the phone away from her ear to check the time, "Coming Papa!"

She was careful not to actually yell loud enough that her parents would hear her, "Sorry Alya, I need to go help Papa with something in the bakery. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Oh, sure..." Alya didn't seem suspicious, a bit confused be the suddenness, but not suspicious, "Bye, girl!"

Besides, Marinette knew her friend would be in a hurry fairly soon as well. They'd been talking so long they had lost track of time, and were due to meet for patrol. Technically, Ladybug was already running late.