The New Guardian

Hard Questions

Previously: "That's what I thought you'd say." Smiling, I reach over to the box of pastries Luka brought from my parents. I dig in the box and pull out a croissant and a macaron, showing him his present. His face lights up with happiness and he the food right out of my hand. He takes a large bite and gums with delight.

"Marinette, you're the best!

~This chapters is in Adriens POV~

I can't believe I'm telling her about my parents. She must think I'm weak. I bite into my croissant, clearly deep in thought when I hear the girl next to me softly call my name.

"Yeah, Mari?" I say, turning my attention to her.

"Do you, uh, still wanna talk about your parents?"

"I-I don't know, I don't want you to think I'm-"

"Let me guess, weak?" She rolled her eyes at me a little then gave me a grin. "Adrien, it's not weak to tell someone you're struggling. Boys are allowed to have feelings and they should freely express them when they're upset. I think it's brave of you to tell me how you feel and I really appreciate it."

I stare at the girl with wide eyes in amazement and a little embarrassment. I blink twice and quietly return, "Y-You do? Really? W-Why do you appreciate it? Don't you think I-I'm a burden when I talk like this?"

"Of course not! I appreciate it because it lets me get to know you. We've been close friends for years and sometimes," she sighs sadly and lays back down, "I feel like I don't know you. I know your favorite color and your birthday but I don't know anything about your home life, your feelings. I feel like I know Adrien Agreste the model more than Adrien, my friend of 4 years."

She's right. She doesn't really know me as me. I'm the most like myself when I'm Chat. Would I disappoint her if she knew?

"Well... what do you want to know? You ask and I'll answer."

"Really?"

"Of course. But only if you answer my questions" I say extending my hand to her.

"Deal." She says, shaking my hand. "What's your favorite holiday?"

I think for a minute, debating which holiday I like the most and how my favorites have changed since I've lost my mom. "I think I like Bastille Day the most, you?"

Marinettes eyes light up. "Ohhhh! I love Bastille Day! All the fireworks and stuff, it's fun. Plus everyone wants to eat French food so they come to the bakery. I think I'll go with Christmas!"

"Christmas can get an honorable mention from me. Who's your favorite superhero?"

She blushes ever so slightly and thinks. "Hmm, probably Chat Noir. Close second Rena Rogue."

"C-Chat N-Noir is your f-favorite?" I gush.

"Y-Yeah, but I'd never tell him that!" She says laughing.

"Tell him?" Let's see where this can go. "So it's true, you do know Chat Noir!"

Her eyes grow wide with fear. "I, uh, n-n-no! Uhh!"

"Oh come on, Mari! I saw him leave your balcony."

She put her hands over her face. "I-It's not what i-it looks like! I-I! W-We! Uh!"

I bust out laughing and wrap my arm around her. "It's okay, Marinette. I promise I won't tell anyone about it, I just wanna know what you think about him. Is he really that cool?"