The new miraculous guardian

7. Lock and Laughter

He step under the umbrella with me.

Geez he's really tall.

But still I hold the umbrella a little higher.

We walk in a total silence, "It's was ok with your dad to come with me?"

He turn his head towards me and give a shy smile while rubbing is neck,  "I said that I was studying with a friends for a big test."

I nod and turn my head back to the road.
We're almost at the shop when I tell him, "I need wood and a lock."

"Why would you need those?"

"To lock you up in my basement"

He stop walking.

"Just kidding... I don't even have a basement, idiot."

I say smiling at his reaction.

"I need to build a box.", I say when I turn to walk toward the shop.

I really like this shop.
I came here for my journal box.
They have a lot of material from wood to fabric.
But more importantly they have high-tech lock and other things really cheap but who work perfectly.

While I search for what I need, Adrien follow me quietly.
He look perplexe. Even more when I take a small lock in the form of a star.
I buy everything and get out.

"Why do you need all that?"

"What do you mean? It's for locking you in my basement.",
I say with a little smile. He rolls his eyes and I can't stop myself from laughing.

"Just kidding, is for locking something important. But I can't tell you what it is..."

Again, that look on him.
Like he was thinking of some way to go away.
He look stressed more than anything.

We walk a little more when the rain stops.

"Oh by the way I need to go pick some things at my.... grandfathers house"

He look directly in my eyes, "is everything ok with him...?" Oh jeez I make him think that he's dead.

"Yeah, yeah he just... hum... Alzheimer's...! and he went somewhere  else with... someone"

Wow I think... that's is the more...

...Pathetic lie I ever invented.

He still look at me.
By the look on his face I know he doesn't believe me...

Well..........

We walk in silence.
"You know Marinette, you can tell me anything..."
I look at him, "yeah I know... you too, People use to say that I'm a good listener...." I say while bumping my elbow on his arm.

I murmur the last part of my phrase, "...but not a great speaker."

I stop walking. Where here.