Lonely eyes

Chapter 2

Marinette POV

"Thanks! Do you wanna play with me?" I asked

That's how it started, Adrien and I played for hours that day. Before he left, we had promised each other that we would play together again, and we did. We played the next day, and the next, and the next. Soon it became normal for us to play together every day. We became great friends and soon ended up doing everything together. There wasn't a day that we didn't find some way to see each other. After a while, I had realized something that I never knew before. I loved him. I had always cared for him, and he had always been my best friend aside from Alya. But this was...... different somehow. I wasn't just hanging out with him anymore. I was thinking about him daily. And it wasn't the normal 'I wonder what we're going to do today' thinking. It was the 'He's so cute when he's frustrated' kind of thinking. I was counting down the seconds until he would show up. How did it end up like this? How did I manage to fall so hard for him? Does he feel the same way about me?

Adrien POV

"My mommy said I could play!" I said excitedly. She looked at me with those ocean blue eyes.

"Yay!" She said bouncing up and down.

And that was when I knew Marinette and I would be great friends. We did everything together. From coloring, to playing video games. When we weren't at our own homes sleeping, we were having a sleepover with Alya, Marinette's friend. Marinette and I would get ourselves into SO much trouble as kids, sometimes purposefully, other times accidentally. One of those accidents was when Marinette's mom, Sabine, took us to the museum. They had a table filled with trinkets that you can touch and mess with. One of the objects being a pair of handcuffs. Well, me being, well, me, took the pair of handcuffs and placed one cuff on my left hand, and the other on Marinette's right hand. After I had done so I looked at her and smiled and said, "Now we really are partners in crime!" Eventually I realized that there was no key on the table and panicked. Sabine came over and looked at the perdicament we had gotten ourselves into. She asked one of the staff to help, but they didn't have the key. Long story short, Marinette and I spent about 12 hours handcuffed together. Afterwards, Marinette and I were practically joined at the hip. Wherever one of us went, the other  followed.  It wasn't until 8th grade that I had noticed that, somewhere along the way, my feelings toward Marinette had gone from simple friendship, to love. It was the same as every day, except it wasn't. Everyone was in their seats when the teacher walked in. There was a boy trailing behind her. He had brown hair, blue eyes (not as blue as Marinette's of course), and wore blue jeans and a black sweatshirt. The second he walked into the room, I knew he was trouble. The teacher introduced him and instructed him to sit in the back.

"Good morning class! Today we have a new student. This is Dominic." Our teacher stated. Dominic waved and winked at the girl behind me. "Dominic, please go sit in the back by Marc." The rest of class went by quickly and soon it was time for lunch. I was about to get food when I saw Marinette sitting alone at a table. I started walking over to her to sit with her. Before I could, I noticed Dominic sitting awfully close to her. She kept trying to put some distance between her and Dominic, but he kept scooting closer. I was furious to say the least. How dare he make Marinette uncomfortable like that?! I decided I would do something about this kid. When I was within earshot of the two I heard Dominic say something that angered me even more.

"What's wrong cutie? I don't bite, much." He said with a smirk. I had finally had enough and slammed my hand on the table, blocking him from bothering Marinette anymore.

"No, but I do." I said with enough venom and malice in my voice to rival Darth Vader. Apparently, he got the message because his face was a ghostly white.

"I-I have to go." Was all he said before he had fled. That's when I realized that I loved Marinette. I had never felt more angry than I did when I saw Dominic making advances on Marinette. I want to tell her how much I love her. I want her to know that no one can have her but me. But what if she doesn't feel the same? What if she doesn't want to be friends with me anymore? No. That won't happen. I'm going to tell her. Or, I was, until things changed.