It's Miraculous, Really
ii: Babbling: ⑴ The action or fact of speaking in a foolish, incoherent, or indiscreet manner; prattling ⑵ The utterance of inarticulate or unintelligible sounds; rudimentary speech (Given by tumblr user misku-nimfa)
"Good morning, Marinette!"
Three words.
That's all it takes. Literally all. It. Takes. And suddenly she feels like the ground's vanished from underfoot, and she's free-falling, and it's oh-so-exhilirating (because he's looking at her and talking to her) and oh-so-terrifying (because what if her expression looks weird, or what if she says something dumb?) and so she tries to say something cool, tries to strike a cute pose.
But she's frozen in place, mouth agape, eyes wide and staring at Adrien. Adrien. The most handsome, most wonderful, most terrifically perfect person on the entire planet. His smile is breathtaking. She thinks, I love him I love him oh god I love him.
"H-Hi."
Oh. Her mouth somehow started working before her brain fully re-booted, and now she's internally cringing, because 'h-hi' is not cool or cute. So she restarts, shifting her weight on her feet nervously as she does.
"Good weather d-day – uh, today." Oh gosh, what am I saying? "Er."
And Adrien, wonderful, blessed, lovely Adrien only smiled and nods. He's a godsend. She doesn't know if he's acknowledging the only understandable part of what she's just said or if he's just trying to move the conversation forward out of pity, but either way, it's totally fine with her.
"Yeah, it is." He looks up, green, positively dreamy eyes scanning above him. "It's a nice, blue sky."
"Yeah," she agrees, latching onto his sentence like a lifeline. "It's really… uhm…" Think of a good reply, think of a good reply, think of a good reply, think of a good reply! "… Clear."
Clear? Clear? That's all I could come up with? Clear?
Adrien nods, then chuckles. And yeah, she's maybe a little embarrassed by her poor conversation skills when it comes to her crush, but the sound of his soft laughter is louder than fireworks and more beautiful than the bells of Notre Dame.
"Yeah, I guess it is," he says. "You've got a special way of seeing things, Marinette. A good way."
"Ah." Now's her chance to redeem herself. "Y-Yeah, because the sky is pretty, and there are no clouds, so that means clear and… W-Well, obviously that's what clear means, I'm sure you knew that. O-Oh! But you see the sky good too– well – I mean, of course you– What I meant was, th-that I think you're special– Uh, your seeing is special–" Oh no. Oh no no no no no what's coming out of my mouth why am I babbling what am I saying oh my god no–
She backtracks. What had he said to her again? "You've got a special way of seeing things, Marinette."
"Th-Thanks."
That's the best response she can come up with.
It's the response Adrien must have wanted, though, because he grins from ear to ear and pats her on the shoulder. "You're welcome," he says. "And thank you."
"Mmm." His hand is warm, and she knows she's probably got a totally goofy smile on her face, but she doesn't care, because there's laughter glinting in Adrien's green, green eyes, and his grin is all for her.
He turns and starts up the steps to their school, and she thinks she might want to just stay and stand here and admire him while re-living their words for the rest of her life, but then he turns around expectantly, and so, red-faced and overflowing with pure, unrestrained happiness, she rushes to his side.
Have a good day! :)
xoxoPigTails
