Caught In A Storm

Chapter XV

Nino gladly left them some space, since them being all lovey-dovey wasn't really his favourite thing to watch. But once he was finally alone with Adrien in their room, he would urge him to tell her.

Nino knew that Adrien was stressed because of his current situation, but he knew that his best-friend needed some urge to act and do something, when he was like this. Adrien would always avoid those kinds of situation, letting them resolve by themselves and keep being blind to the fact that things were not going to end well. Adrein always acted this way with his personal life. Nino knew that things were not going to end well and he was desperatly trying to make his friend understand, but Adrien was stubborn and kept ordering him to stop talking, leaving the room, and ignoring Nino for a few hours. They kept acting like everything was normal around Marinette, but once they were alone, the tension was peaking.

"You are going to hurt, Adrien. You are not only going to hurt her, but you are also going to hurt yourself. It's not going to get any better to more you wait, Adrien! You need to tell her. You have to tell her!" Nino sat down on the chaise, he had been using as a bed for more than a few weeks now. Adrien was staring at the floor, his eyes blood-shot as he was actively trying to hold back his tears of utter despair and panic.

"Do you think that I think she deserves this? Do you think I feel good of lying to her?" He stared intently at Nino, his fists clenching.

"For once Nino: I am happy! I'm never thought someone like me could be this happy! But here I am! Happy as I could ever be! ...It's like a drug... I became addicted to being happy..." Adrien yelled as he let his tears fall down along his angled cheeks, not bothering to wipe them away or make them stop.

"I am addicted to being around her, addicted to see her smile, to hear her laugh! I am addicted to the happiness Marinette makes me feel. And mostly: I'm addicted to her! And I think these two things are the same thing." Adrien proclaimed with a desperate tone on his voice that his friend clearly picked up.

"Nino... I-I c-can't... I-I can't let her g-go... I can't make me hate her. For once in my life I feel the need to be selfish, I never was such a person, you know me Nino. But I can't help it. I can't be the one to ruin our last weeks or days together! I can't be the one to ruin this perfect thing and feeling that I have chased all my life Nino! I just can't. I can't loose her." His voice broke and Adrien fell on his bed and buried his face under his pillow.

Nino sighed, running his hands on his face. His friend was hurting, he knew that, but he couldn't help being anry at him for making it worse. Nino balmed himself for not being to do anything at the moment. He could only watch his friend from afar, who had his back turned to him, hoping that maybe the misery controlling his friend's life would someday stop.

Nino had found her father's old guitar in the back of her bedroom and was now trying to tune it. Time flew by, just like every day they stayed cooed up in the bakery, while they let the snow melt outside.

She hadn't even realized that Nino had started playing to guitar, lost in her thoughts, before Adrien gently pried her away from what she was doing and laid her flour-covered hands on his shoulders and his hands on her waist, hooking his thumbs in the string of her apron, holding her in close to him. He began to sway with her to Nino's music. Marinette had never danced and tried to follow Adrien's steps. Even though she was quite clumsy she managed to not make a foul out of herself and didn't march on his feet. Adrien chuckled, not oblivious to her worries, he had sensed her tense at first, but was glad that she was able to relax the more they danced.

"See, you got this Ladybug! No need to panic, when I'm right be your side to teach you. You are a wonderful dancer." He teased her as he picked up the pace of their dance.

"Why do you keep calling me that? And I am not nervous!" She defended herself, her eyebrows furrowed as she glared up at him.

"Of course you weren't... Nobody would be nervous to dance with someone as handsome as I am." He quipped back with a shit-eating grin.

"I never said you were handsome!" Marinette argued immediatly, forcing herself not to blush.

"Well you thought it, didn't you?" He said and Marinette blushed, confirming what he just said. He couldn't stop the grin on his face.

"But you did tell me that you found me cute." He grinned and his eyes were filled with love as he saw her blush once again.

"Don't worry, Princess. I find you pretty cute as well." He kissed her forehead and buried his face in her hair. Already missing her scent and her comforting aura, knowing their days were counted. Marinette leaned more against him, her ear resting right above his heart, listening to his soothing heartbeats.

They kept dancing around the kitchen, until Marinette felt Adrien's stomach grumble, shortly followed by her own belly. They laughed, beofre starting up on dinner.

That night before bed, Nino decided he would not be arguing with his friend tonight, after seeing the smile that hadn't left his face after their session of dancing.