Dream a little dream of me -Miraculous Au

Chapter Four

The rain hitting the car made the silence less daunting. All I could think about was the future front page of the tabloids, and the boy sitting next to me who was gazing out the window. Trying my best not to make things awkward, I too decide to stare at the passing buildings and flooding roads. For the fourth time today I zone out, picturing days of long ago, when my friends and I used to walk around Paris. My school days were so blissful compared to now, where I spend countless days working on my career. Don't get me wrong, I love my life, but I still can't shake the feeling that something's missing.

"So were you really planning on running in the rain?". I turn my head to see the blond boy looking at me, his sudden movements almost making me blush. Almost.

"Sometimes I'm the queen of bad choices." Is all that escapes my lips. Thinking back, I could barely speak to him, so my sudden shyness doesn't affect him.

At my words, he chuckles, crinkling his eyes. This small sample of an infectious laugh makes me realise how much I've missed it. While I was in New York, I tried keeping up with Adrien and his modelling career, and let me tell you, what you see on the news is nothing compared to what you see in person. The camera almost never captures his silly, goofy side. It's a pity.

"Well I'm sure someone with your grace and poise could do it effortlessly," He says casually, still meeting my eyes. "after all, you've come a far way since everything started."

"I have Audrey to thank for that, she even made me go for posture lessons." I say, half joking. Yet, I can feel my back is straight as we speak.

"I really mean it, you've changed so much, I can't even call you clumsy anymore." His words and words are lighthearted.

"I was not that clumsy!" I gasp, knowing very well that I was.

He smiles at me, a genuine smile. But knowing that he remembers my clumsy phase makes me cringe inside. I wonder what else he recalls. With that boyish beam and his head against the leather seat, I can tell he remembers something.

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."

"Oh, you're so kind." I roll my eyes at him, enjoying our playful banter.

The next thing I know, he's looking past me and tells me that we've arrived, yet I don't move. How can I tell him that I missed him and wanted to talk to him for as long as time would let me? That I can't believe how much more handsome he's become? That those green eyes still make my heart skip a beat? Maybe I'll never know.

"Thank you, Adrien."

"Goodbye Marinette, it was so great seeing you again."

And with that, I was standing outside my apartment building, too busy trying to wrap my head around what just happened, ignoring that the rain was still pouring.

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Inside of my apartment, my heart starts beating like I ran a marathon. I'm still trying to process what just happened. It was too perfect to be real. Too perfect. The rain was too perfect. The paparazzi was too perfect. The model offering me a ride home was too perfect. It was in fact, so perfect that I'm starting to question it.

I throw my heels off and run straight to the couch, not caring that I made it damp. My fingers start to feel pruny as I begin to text Alya.

I don't miss a detail when I describe the scene, including all the parts about how the car smelled -like leather and Adrien's signature cologne- and how gray his bodyguard's hair has gotten -think salt and pepper. My fingers hesitate as I think about telling her how he made my heart skip a beat. I'll save that for another time maybe.

And like the journalist she is, she starts with a string of never ending questions. Things like "what was he wearing?" and "does he still make your compass go crazy?". Thank goodness she couldn't see me roll my eyes. After she was done grilling me, she finally confessed that it was nice seeing me like this, that she thinks it's great I'm happy about something again. The comment takes me back a bit, but I can't deny the truth. Even if it was just a small interaction today, it still made me feel happier than I've been in months, which is pretty sad to be honest.

After about an hour of back and fourth texting, the last thing she asks is if I'm ready for tonight. It takes me a second to remember Juleka's offer. I was really taken back when she asked me if I was single. Was she implying that people find their soulmates there or something? Maybe she was just curious? I tell Alya yes, and ask her if she needs a lift because of the rain.

I put my dying phone on charge and walk to my room, my bare feet numb on the wooden floors. I start to rummage through my closet, and I'm indecisive. You would think a fashion designer would know what to wear to a night café, but I can't think clearly. Eventually I do find an outfit -thigh high boots, a tight leather mini skirt, and a cropped sweater- after I remembered Audrey letting me know what's going to be hot next season. When I'm done doing my makeup and making my lips deep red, I leave my hair looking messy, not like my usual straight hair.

Now to fetch Alya.

It's been a whole five months since I updated, but now I'm back.

Enjoy.