(A/N: I posted this to tumblr a while ago but it took me forever to post it here. Chapter two will be up…. Eventually. Follow me on tumblr and shout at me instantwaffles! Please. Enjoy the story!)
"...so, that's it?" Marinette asked for the thousandth time.
"That's it! That's all that happened!" Alya cried, exasperated.
"He just... gave you a fist bump and called you dude?" Marinette said, her frown growing, "After all of that shameless flirting?"
Alya groaned and nodded. In truth, it hadn't been shameless. Even Alya, who was known for her forwardness, had limits on how many innuendos she could slip into conversations without feeling a little embarrassed. And she had definitely pushed that limit.
"Wow... I just... didn't know anyone could be that oblivious." Marinette stressed, furrowing her eyebrows together.
Alya just made guttural noises of anger as she flailed her arms. Marinette patted her friends head. Alya was lying face down in Marinette's comforter as she had been since Marinette had called the emergency sleepover.
"How about this," Marinette started, lightly stroking her friend's soft hair, "we swear off boys forever, become crazy hamster ladies, and watch some crazily overdone action movie?"
Alya lifted her chin to rest on the bed instead of her face and looked up at Marinette.
"Do I have to move?" She asked grumpily.
Marinette giggled and shook her head. She climbed down her ladder and grabbed the snacks she had brought up earlier, a small portable dvd player, and a rented copy of the latest movie from 'The Rushed and the Raging' franchise, 'Raging 7'. Clambering back up the stairs with her arms full she set everything up and gently nudged Alya to get her to scoot over.
"But you said I didn't have to move." Alya groaned out indignantly as she wiggled to make room.
Marinette rolled her eyes affectionately and plopped down on the bed, starting up the movie and reaching for the pretzel sticks at the same time.
Alya let out an exhausted sigh. The end titles were rolling and Marinette was snoring softly as she had been for the past 45 minutes. Alya stretched out her arms, shut off the dvd player, and safely placed it on the shelf by Marinette's bed. She gathered up the snacks and placed them on the floor by the bed, too tired to actually get up and put them away properly. She wrestled some of the comforter away from the sleeping Marinette and covered herself as best she could without stealing all of her friend's warmth, snuggling down, assuming that she would fall asleep quickly.
Alya soon found herself starring up at the night sky through her friend's glass trap door. As drained as she was, sleep wasn't coming willingly. Moaning, Alya rubbed her hands over her face and tried not to think too much about the so called 'date' Nino and she had earlier that week. It had gone terribly.
Alya shivered as the end of the 'date' ran, unbidden, through her mind. She had worked so hard to set it up for Nino to kiss her before she went inside. But what happened?
"Dude, I had so much fun. We'll have to do this again."
Nino raise his fist for her to bump.
Alya cringed at the awkward end. She sighed at the starless night sky above her.
'Maybe it just isn't meant to be,' She thought to herself, turning on her side to get more comfortable, 'I just wish there was some way to know what the future holds.'
Alya closed her eyes and relaxed, eventually falling asleep. Next to her, her best friend's earrings sparked red for half a second before once again returning to shiny black.
"...ya... Allllyaaaaa..." A deep voice drew her from her sleep.
"Wha... Marinette?" She groaned, attempting to pry open her sleep heavy eyes.
"Well, I'd hope not." The voice chuckled.
The smell of warm croissants and strong coffee reached Alya as she blinked up at the distinct male outline. She groped around beside her until she found her glasses and shoved them on her face. The outline slowly came into focus and Alya's confusion grew.
Nino grinned down at her, shirtless and holding a tray of breakfast.
"Good morning, sleepy head. How did you sleep? First night as a married woman, was it everything you ever dreamed of?" He asked innocently, smiling as he moved to set the tray down on the dresser next to her.
Alya scrunched her eyebrows together and looked around the room, confused and trying her hardest to concentrate. The room was fancy, mainly red with outlines of gold. Everything was plush and high-end. She groggily rubbed her eyes and looked back up at Nino. He looked older. His jaw was more angular, his body was more muscular, and he had to be at least a foot taller. But there was no doubt in Alya's mind, it was definitely Nino. Those eyes gave it away. He raised his eyebrows, still waiting for her answer.
"Did you... did you say married?" She asked, her voice hoarse.
"Well, yeah. I mean we did get married yesterday," Nino replied, concerned that she didn't seem to remember, "Alya? Are you feeling alright?"
" I got married yesterday!?" She shrieked, sitting upright so quickly you might think her pillow was on fire.
The blankets that had been pulled up to her chin fell back and for the first time since waking up, Alya realized, she wasn't wearing any clothes. With a indignant yelp, she yanked the blankets back over her chest. Nino, who still looked slightly stunned, cracked a small smile.
"It's a little late to be modest now. Last night kind of threw that out the window." He joked.
Alya was petrified. She sat perfectly still, eyes blown wide. Nino's small smile fell and he sat down on the end of the hotel bed. Alya's eyes snapped to him and she flinched away slightly.
"Alya? Did you hit your head?" Nino asked, worry dripping off his voice, "Should I call someone? What's wrong?"
He reached out and placed his hand on the side of her face. Alya seemed to yank herself out of whatever daze she was in.
"I-I can't be married!" She declared, "I'm only 18. Yesterday... yesterday I was at Marinette's house."
"Alya, we got married yesterday. You're 24."