Hi everyone! I hope all is well with every one of you. The idea for this story came to me literally today as I was trying to figure out what kind of story I would like to write. I hope you guys enjoy!
It was noontime in Paris, France. The sun was still high in the sky and it was in the middle of fall during this time, so there was a slight breeze in the air. Marinette and Alya were sitting down at a table in a coffee shop just drinking lattes and chatting. Marinette blew on her latte as Alya set hers down and folded her arms onto the table. She looked at Marinette with a smug look on her face and Marinette noticed. Marinette was curious. "What?"
"You know what!" Marinette knew what she was trying to get at and Marinette sigh in frustration, but not at Alya though, but at what she is about to tell Alya.
"No. You know I didn't." Alya rolled her eyes and placed her hands to her head as if in panic.
"Why?!" Alya whined. Marinette slouched in defeat and looked down avoiding Alya's eye contact.
"You know I'm not good with this, talking to Adrien and all." Marinette blew on her latte and looked up at Alya. "I get nervous and I do that thing where I start babbling like an idiot. I'll tell him stuff like 'you're so great' and 'you're amazing'." Alya looked at her friend sympathetically. She put her hand over Marinette's and rubbed gently.
"You'll get there, but we have a lot of work to get done." Alya said as she stood up and grabbed Marinette's wrist and brought her to her feet. Marinette didn't approve at all with Alya's plan and moaned in dissatisfaction. They had grabbed their lattes and both headed towards the exit.
"Alya, not today." Marinette moaned. As they stood in front of the exit, Alya turned quickly and faced her friend.
"Look, do you want Adrien to love you?" She asked loudly. Marinette quickly shushed her in worry of anybody hearing her. "Well….do you?"
Marinette looked down at the tiled floor.
"Yes…" She mumbled discouraged. Alya brought her finger under Marinette's chin and brought her gaze up to Alya's hazel eyes.
"Then let's work on a way you can easily talk to Adrien." and just in that moment, Chloe and Sabrina walked in and looked at Marinette and Alya. Marinette felt her heart begin to race at the thought of Chloe and Sabrina hearing what Alya had just said. She thought her life was over. Chloe and Sabrina had angry looks on their faces.
"What are you two doing here?" Chloe said with her usual attitude, moving her finger side to side at Alya and Marinette. Alya smiled smugly.
"This place is free for everybody to come in and enjoy themselves, Chloe," Alya started. "That should be a problem for you though since you're so bitter." Chloe and Sabrina gasped as Alya and Marinette walked past them and out the door. Chloe was boiling with rage.
"Utterly ridiculous!" Chloe screamed. Alya and Marinette couldn't help, burst out laughing at hearing Chloe freak out. They just couldn't help themselves with her response. Now that their lattes were perfectly hot enough to be able to drink, they drank up as they walked farther down the sidewalk. As they turned the corner, they saw a group of boys on the other side of them beside a wall. Some were smoking and some were drinking. What was worse was that these boys the girls recognized from school. Marinette's gaze was stuck on one of them who was in particular, drinking. Alyas nose scrunched up in disgust.
"Let's make a pact. We don't ever date a guy who does any of that," Alya held out her pinky. "Deal?"
Marinette curled her pinky to Alya's. "Deal." They both smiled at one another and Alya wrapped her arm around Marinette. As they walked past the group of boys Marinette couldn't help, but keep gazing at them. As she kept looking she paid attention to their conversation with one another. They were talking and started laughing at some joke one of them made that was vulgar.
Marinette's gaze on that boy went to another boy in the group who was smoking marijuana. Marinette looked in shock and disbelief as they turned at another corner looking back at them. Marinette could feel herself become very upset inside. If Alya noticed the same boy that Marinette noticed, she, too, would feel the same way.