So, I am writing this because I sense a lack of vacation fics in this fandom and felt that that had to be remedied. This is my first attempt at writing a fic in 3rd person, so it is rough and the chapters will be short.
"What do you mean you won't sit with me?" Marinette whispered as they loaded their bags into the undercarriage of the bus. Alya rolled her eyes. She been asked this ten times since she told her friend they would sit separately on the bus ride to Marseilles. Which was three minutes ago.
"I told you, I want to sit with Nino. This trip is a perfect flirt-protunity, and I'm not going to pass that up. I would suggest you follow my lead," Alya repeated to her friend. Marinette looked confused for a second before shaking her head.
"You are talking about me, flirting? I don't think I'm ready," she stammered as she climbed onto the bus. They walked down the aisle and Alya took her seat next to Nino, who had gotten on earlier. Marinette thumped down in the seat across the aisle from the couple and sulked.
It's not that she cared that Alya wasn't sitting with her, it was just that she waited until this morning to tell her. If she had let her know she would need a new seat buddy last night, she could have asked Alex or Max or one of her friends in the other class to sit with her, but now everyone had a partner except her and-
"Hey Nino, Alya, Marinette," Adrien said, attempting to put his bag down on the isle seat that was being occupied by an ever reddening Marinette. When it hit her knee, she jerked it back, settling herself into the window seat. She straightened herself up and took three deep breaths to pull herself together.
"Isn't into cool of Nino and Alya to have us sit together? He really thinks we should all get to know each other better so that we can hang out more," Adrien said, plugging earbuds into his phone. Marinette smiled at him before standing and turning to look at her friend, who flashed her two thumbs up before going back to her conversation with the boy next to her. Mari sat back down next to Adrien, keeping up her nervous smile.
"Yeah, so cool of them," She replied under her breath. Luckily he didn't hear her, he was too into whatever song he was listening too.
As the bus started moving, the initial chatter died down. People nestled into their neck pillows and got lost in there music. Marinette leaned her face against the window in hopes of watching the sunrise over France, but the darkness of predawn and the gentle hum of the bus had other plans, lulling her into a peaceful sleep within moments.
She was awakened by the vibration of her phone in her lap. Before moving, she took a moment to appreciate the softness and warmth of her pillow. It took her a few seconds to realise that that she had fallen asleep on the window on the left, and not the soft thing on her right. It took her another moment still to remember that she was not sitting next to Alya, but to someone very different, and his hair was tickling her forehead. She froze.
Either he was staying very still so she could use him as a pillow, or he was asleep. Marinette hoped against hope for the later. However, if that was the case, she could absolutely not move. The last thing she needed was to wake her crush up from what could possibly the best nap of his life.
She moved the arm that wasn't pinned between her and Adrien very carefully, attempting to check the message she had just received. She unlocked the screen and saw that she had actually received two. One was from her mom, reminding her to put on sunscreen before getting off the bus. The other was from Alya, and her message was a picture captioned "Paris's New Power Couple".
This picture displayed Marinette, mouth open, leaning on Adrien's shoulder. Adrien's head was tilted towards hers, also open. They both looked dead to the world and completely at peace with it. At first Marinette was upset, but honestly, seeing how cute they look in that picture, she thought Alya might be right.