chapter 3

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*Inside the Agreste automobile*

  Adrien slumped in his seat with a sigh. He was glad to be away from his friends. Because if his friends had had time to question him, he probably wouldn't have reacted properly.

  Chloes' plan had completely caught him off guard. She wanted him ON a float, in open view of EVERYONE. Which possibly meant his father, who he was certain wouldn't want him to go anywhere. And because of that, he hadn't really been expecting to take part in Chloes' Thanksgiving plan.

  She knew how things were. She knew this was suppose to be a cover story. But HE had unwittingly gave Chloe a way to open up a different can of worms. Her rivalry with Marinette had affected the cover story. She had found a way to rub her closeness to him, in Marinettes' face.

  Adrien dropped his head against the window in agitation.
  What have I done??

  This quickly led to another irritating thought.
  I literally have two girls that fight over me, and hundreds of girls everywhere that are in love with me. But the ONE girl I  reeeally want, is in love with another guy. In so much, that she says she can't imagine life without him!

  He felt a small tap on his hand, and glanced down. Plagg was holding up Adriens' cell phone, with a particular set of music files pulled up.

  He knew what the kwami was trying to say. He needed to calm down. No negative emotions that could catch Hawkmoths' attention.

  The blonde boy took a deep breath, wiggled his shoulders to loosen them, then placed his bluetooth headset on, and blocked out the world for the rest of the car ride. With his eyes closed, he allowed the soothing music to carry the negative emotions away.

*6:30pm*
*Adriens' room*

  The fourteen year old paced his vast room. He had just came back from supper, and was trying to figure out if he should ask for his fathers' permission to ride the float.

  He had plenty of time for himself right now. Time that he would LOVE to spend with Ladybug on patrol. If she was out on patrol just yet...

  But he really needed to figure out if asking his father was what he wanted to do. Or more like if it was what he NEEDED to do. And if he WAS going to ask him, then now would be a good time. Because his father was apparently not as busy this evening.

  Adrien glanced side-ways in annoyance.
  And yet, he STILL didn't bother to eat with me...

  He turned towards his bed, where his kwami was licking up the last crumbs of some Camembert.

  "What do you think, Plagg?"

  "I think I need more cheese."

  Adrien groaned and brushed his hair back with both hands. "You just ate an entire canister of cheese! Come on, Plagg! I'm serious!"

  "Look, kid. You know you really want your fathers' approval. So go ask him!"

  "Yeah, but I also don't want to hear him say no, either. And it's risky.", Adrien mumbled before flopping backwards on the bed.

  Plagg sighed. "Why don't you just go get some fresh air? Search around for Ladybug? You need to relax, kid."

  The room HAD begun to feel like it was closing in on him. His gaze flickered anxiously across the ceiling for a second, before he said, "Plagg, claws out."

  It was chilly outside. Enough so, that Adrien was doubtful that Ladybug would be out. When temperatures reached too low of a degree, they usually didn't come out unless an akuma was loose.

  He paused on top of someones' home and tapped on the speed dial of her number.

  "Hey Kitty. I'm surprised you're out tonight."

  He chuckled softly. "I could say the same to you, M'Lady. Where are you?"

  "Just meet me at the tower. We'll start our patrol from there."

*Eiffel Tower*

  Adrien, having previously spotted Ladybug on the balcony of the tower, made a large arc so he could sneak up behind her.

  He landed quite a few yards above the balcony, and softly worked his way down. Finding a nice viewpoint, he easily balanced on the small beam and squatted to watch her.

  It wasn't often that he was able to just watch her. Patrols were always busy, and she hardly allowed them time for anything else inbetween. And he knew why. She didn't want him finding any other reasons, or opportunities, to proclaim his love for her. Or for him to have time to recall his attraction to her, when they were together. So he occasionally took to these small tricks.

  He only took a few seconds to adsorb the scene.

  She was lounging against the balcony railing, staring out across the vast view of Paris. The soft glow of the towers' golden light, resting on her. A gentle chilly breeze blew, sending her dark bangs fluttering.

  Adrien tilted his head. Something was different about her. That's when he noticed a strange gleam from the top of her head.

He dropped down from the beam and landed with a thud. She whipped around.

  "M'Lady! Your outfit! How in the world are you moving around in your ice form??"

  Marinette smiled. "Well, I had talked to my kwami earlier today about how cold it was getting. And that's when she remembered something."

  Holding out one foot, she showed Chat Noir that the ice skates were missing. He cocked his head again.

  Without saying anything, she sat up on the railing and tapped her heels together. With a flash of blue light, the blades magically appeared.

  She smiled at him again. "Apparently our ice forms can be used without the skates. Which is a big help, now that the weather is getting colder."

  Chat Noir stared at her feet in amazement, as she re-tapped them. The skates were gone. "Wow. Too bad we didn't have these last year!"

  Marinette laughed. "Tell me about it! Now that you know, why don't you go switch out? You've gotta be cold like that."

  "Cold?? Why, I don't even know the meaning of that word!", he joked while noticably shivering.

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  Okay, so in case anyone doesn't know this:
  Opening up a can of worms:
This means to start up trouble by something that you say or do. Whether it's intentional or not. But I've also known this phrase to be used when talking of ridiculous stuff. Stuff that would probably be labeled as "rude humor".

   And this is the only time I refer to them using this special winter outfit. So if you like it, you'll need to just keep imagining it.
  I COULD fix it, but I'm just now transferring this story so close to Thanksgiving and I'd rather save myself some work. My apologies for any inconvenience. 😅😁👌

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