Just Some Fluff

Monday Madness

·Agreste Château·

The next morning when Adrien woke up, he felt much better. He'd visited Marinette two nights ago as well as the following day, and made sure she was alright after his blindly stupid remark. Considering his recent discovery that she had an interest in both sides of him, he felt even worse for saying that to her. He was still trying to fully comprehend that conversation. He'd also seen Ladybug the evening before and she'd seemed a bit flirtier than normal. He wasn't sure if his mind had been playing tricks or not and for the moment, he brushed it off. He had bigger things on his mind like how much he wanted to check up on Marinette in person rather than behind his mask.

With that thought in mind, he had one major problem - he had no way to contact her other than showing up on her doorstep unannounced and that was simply out of the question. Except, he did have Alya's number. However, convincing Marinette's best friend to give him her number, especially after how upset she'd been, might be a bit tricky. That didn't mean he was going to give up without trying! Once he had resolved himself to dealing with whatever resentment Alya might throw his way, he sent her a text.

Hey Alya, I was hoping I could get Marinette's number from you.

He knew she likely wouldn't answer right away considering it was still pretty early in the morning. At least, he would have time to get his father's demands for the day addressed while he waited. Plus, he couldn't leave until after his Chinese lesson anyway. Thankfully with school out, his lessons had been moved to a much earlier time of the day. Which meant he would still have plenty of time to go visit Marinette or better yet invite her out.

After a shower, breakfast, and practicing the piano, Adrien checked his phone for a reply which still hadn't come. He was hoping that Alya wasn't ignoring his message, but he couldn't blame her if she was. In hopes of distracting himself, he decided to get some extra Chinese practice in while he continued waiting.

When his phone finally alerted him to a new message, he abandoned his tablet with his Chinese lessons onto his coffee table and read the text immediately.

Why do you need it?

Adrien completely understood Alya's reservations about giving him Marinette's number after all the trouble his innocent remark had caused, but he was determined to make it up to them. His fingers flew over the keyboard, creating a reply. He didn't want to risk Alya putting her phone down.

I want to check up on her.

He hit send and stared at his phone, willing it to give him a reply. A few seconds passed and nothing. He took a heavy seat on his couch. He was just about to put his phone down when the conversation shifted and a reply appeared.

Do you even know
WHY she was so upset?!

Adrien felt like he'd been punched in the gut. He hadn't been fully prepared for everything Alya would throw his way. His anxiety was rising, but he wasn't about to let that stop him as he responded.

Actually I do.

He sent it back as quickly as he could and her reply came back just as fast.

Oh really, then tell me... Then maybe,
I will give you her number.

He was a bit hurt that she didn't think he actually knew, not to mention felt he needed to prove it. In her defense though, he wouldn't have known if Marinette hadn't indirectly told him.

She has a crush on me and,
from what I can tell,
she has for a while now.

Adrien sat waiting for a reply, but it didn't come right away. In fact, it didn't come for a few minutes. The wait for a reply made it impossible for him to sit still. He placed his phone down on the couch next to him and began spinning his ring in frustration. Was she ignoring him now? Had he gotten it wrong? No, he was right! It was the only thing that made sense. He jumped at the alert to a new message and picked up his phone in a flash.