When the First Love Ends [COMPLETED]

Chapter 6

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Thank you but don't say goodbye now
I gotta tell you this all somehow
Gathering every single last drop of courage I have
"You know, I-"

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Once they had gone over to Nino's and dragged the boy out of bed, they all took a trip to the movies, giving in heavily to Alya's decision of an emotional movie that she really enjoyed as a book. They ordered their popcorn and took their seats, Adrien next to Nino, Nino next to Alya (as expected), and Marinette to Alya's left.

A very rude individual sat a seat away from Marinette and began throwing popcorn at the trailer scenes, even angrily banging their hand on the armrests. Marinette, uncomfortable, moved as close as she could to Alya's side, trying not to catch the person's attention. Adrien naturally sensed her discomfort and stood up, apologizing to Nino. He sat in between the person and Marinette, smiling at the blushing girl, pulling on the strings of his hoodie so his face would be hidden. "I'll sit here so they won't bother you. Okay?"

"B-but you really don't need to do that!" Marinette babbled. "It's fine, I can just scoot over if they're bothering me, and if I have to, I-I can ask someone to remove them or something–"

"Marinette," Adrien laughed, "it's okay. It's not a problem for me."

"I– I'm letting you know now that I'm an ugly crier, okay? You don't want to sit next to me, I'll just be really loud and distract from the movie and you won't enjoy it and–"

The model grabbed Marinette's hand and she froze. "It seems I can't tell you that you'll be fine," the blonde said. "So, using the same way you said what you felt about me, I'm insisting that it's alright. I don't mind. Just enjoy the movie, alright? This'll be the last time we can do this together. I'm sorry that we didn't get to do more things like this but I really appreciate what you did for me before. Coming with me to this very theater to watch my mom's movie... it was very kind of you. Let me do this in return."

"Oh... okay. Th-thank you, Adrien..."

Alya jabbed Marinette's side with her elbow, giving the Chinese girl a small fright. The wink and menacing smirk sent shivers down Marinette's spine and she felt cold.

"Are you feeling well, Marinette?" Adrien let go of her hand. "You're freezing."

She didn't respond and Adrien pressed his palm against her forehead. "I'm alright," Marinette said as he inspected her, "really!" He put his hand down and gave her a look. "I'm not sick, I promise..."

"Marinette, I can see the tear streaks left on your face. Is something wrong?"

Huh? Tear streaks? She hadn't cried since Chat had left. Was he mistaking the rain for tears?

Or could he see more than she could?

"Tear streaks?" she questioned. "I haven't cried. I should be asking if you're okay."

He sighed and let himself fall into his seat. "Maybe it is just me. Probably all the stress from moving out and stuff." Adrien then sat up in his chair and turned to her. "I'm being serious, though. I can see a bunch of dried streaks on your face."