If Only

smiles | part 4

I'm a hopeless romantic, and very

much the person in a relationship to

go: If things are going well, I'll buy

the flowers, remember the dates of

things, plan fun nights out

- Jennifer Love Hewitt

***

Marinette, always the worrier, was slowly becoming more anxious as time went on. There was no sign of her kitty. She had become fond of their time at night together, a fact she would never admit, and was devastated as the moon rose and fell with no sign of a blonde hero, running across the Parisian rooftops.

Nonetheless, her sorrowful thoughts could not deter her jubilant attitude. Her day had been spectacular. Never in a million years had she expected to talk to Adrien, and without stuttering, so much in one day!

The blunette sighed as she fell back on her bed. Today was a day for the history books, she thought.

"Marinette," a high pitched voice called.

"Yes, Tikki?"

"I think Adrien forgot his eclairs."

Marinette shot up in bed and turned bright red, remembering just a few hours ago she was cooking with her crush. Tikki giggled in the background bringing her back to her senses. She turned to the side and carried Tikki in her open palms kissing her forehead. "Oh well, the good thing is I see him tomorrow. I can't wait. Oh, Tikki, what should I wear and how should I style my hair and what if-"

"Marinette," the tiny god interrupted her, "You will look stunning tomorrow, so much so that Adrien will have to pick his jaw off the floor." Tikki flew over to the open trapdoor which let in a cool breeze. "No sign of Chat Noir tonight."

The designer felt a pout cross her face. "I was just thinking about that earlier," she paused. "I hope he's ok."

Both the blunette and kwami yawned simultaneously causing two melodious giggles to fill the cozy room. Marinette swiftly turned her lamp off and put Tikki in her small bed. She took one last glance outside at the starry night before closing the trapdoor.

"Sleep well, mon chaton."

***

The brilliant sun awoke the Parisian horizon, casting shadows on benches and chimneys alike. Most were asleep, snoozing without a care, enjoying their day off. A certain Agreste, however, was up way too early, gushing to his sleepy kwami about his upcoming date. He just couldn't believe that the bashful girl he welcomed every day at school could be so charismatic. His love for being around her was so powerful that he felt his body pull towards hers every time she entered a room. An invisible string was wrapping around his torso, it seemed, and reaching towards the blunette. His thoughts flooded with every memory he could recollect, each one painting a less and less mysterious picture of the blunette. The colors seemed to blend at the moment, but he has a feeling that soon, very soon in fact, clarity would come shining through.

"Kid, there are only two things you need in life, Camembert and sleep. One of those meaning, YOU DON'T WAKE YOUR KWAMI AT THE CRACK OF DAWN SPOUTING MUSHY LOVE CRAP ABOUT A GIRL!"

Adrien laughed as he got a whiff of Plagg's breath after his tirade. The model had taken a quick shower and had a towel wrapped around his waist. Plagg had sluggishly flown into the bathroom as Adrien started to brush his teeth.

"you shuld welly bush yor teth," Adrien gurgled, toothpaste spilling out of his mouth.

"Ewww kid, that's bleh."