Alya chapter was requested so that's what I'm gonna give you. ENJOY!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters and don't know who does.
She was clueless.
Marinette didn't love Nathan!
Except, apparently she did.
How could she not think to tell her best friend?!
Alya was a tad huffy as she walked with Nino later that afternoon.
"What do you think..." She started, her hand intertwined in his. He glanced at her, with one of those quirky love struck smiles she'd fallen for.
"About you? I think a lot of things about yo." He teased, spinning her around. She laughed but pushed him away.
"I'm serious!"
"Alright serious, lay it on me."
"What do you think about Marinette and Nathan? How did it happen? She's been mad in love with Adrien for a year!" Huffy, indeed, that her best friend hadn't spilled, hadn't even indicated that a change of affection was on the horizon. Nino shrugged.
"Nathan liked her back. Adrien didn't even know she liked him until today." Alya grabbed Nino's wrist.
"Wait WHAT?!" This was a shock to her. Adrien, clueless yet adorable Adrien had finally figured out that someone was infatuated with him and... Was only a day late. ONly one day.
"You think he likes her back?" She grilled.
"Do you need to sit down?" He asked, mildly concerned. She mumbled a reply and he led her to a spot below a tree, where she reluctantly sat. She did begin to relax though as Nino began to rub her back, mulling over her question.
"I think it's possible yes." He declared." Her eyes narrowed.
"Maybe it's for the best."
"Maybe it's not!" She argued, hostile.
"Baby, what's wrong?" He rarely called her baby, using the sentiment only in worst case scenarios. She sighed.
"It's just Adrien obviously discussed this with you. And... Marinette didn't! She's my girl... I thought she would tell me."
"I'm sure she will when she's ready this is probably new for her, too." Alya sighed as she kept gently rubbing her back, affectionate as always."
"I'm sure you're right." Then, in a few minutes,
"Are you jealous?"
"Of what? Nath's talent? I have my own. Or you're referring to his girl. Again, I have my own." They shared a kiss and settled into silence, watching pigeons and pigeon feeders, as well as normal citizens going about their day.
And after he had walked her home and said a cheery hello to her mother-who adored him- she whipped out her famous phone and called Marinette.
There was no way she was waiting for an explanation.
Bloggers never wait for details.
Short but sweet! Thanks for the request and I hope you're satisfied. I ship Yano (my ship name for Alya and Nino) almost as much as I ship Ivylene (My ship name for Ivan and Mylene).