"How about. . ." He began, slowly turning her head towards the wall that was plastered with his face. "with that?"

She immediately grew flustered with multiple emotions. She was embarrassed. She was worried. She was angry at herself for forgetting. She was grateful that the secret was out. Then she crashed. Completely run out of things to say or do, she only did one thing.

"Marinette?" Adrien inquired. She hadn't said anything or moved for more than fifteen seconds. It was after he said this that she started to move. She walked over to her desk and grabbed her phone. She dialed for Alya, still not speaking. As the ring began, her face became a dark red, something you would see on a colour wheel. Alya answered, her phone being showing her face, subsequently, showing Marinette as well.

"Is something wrong?" Alya asked over the phone. "I had thought that he-" Marinette tilted her phone to show Adrien sitting on her bed. "-walked home with, you." Alya's eyes grew with excitement. "OH MY LORD! YOU GOT HIM IN YOUR ROOM! THIS IS GREAT!" She began to scream not caring that Adrien could hear her. Alya then stopped. "You took down the posters right?" Marinette shook her head no.

"I can see the posters quite clearly, great quality for a poster by the way!" He said loudly and jokingly to make sure that Alya could hear him.

"OH MY GOD!" Marinette groaned. "Why are you making jokes about this?"

"Why do you have Alya on the phone?"

"Because three people makes me more comfortable than one on one." She responded.

"I'm just going to leave you two to your DA~ATE." Alya said as she hung up.

"NO! Please don't leave me alone with him!" Marinette yelled as her best friend hung up leaving her with the most awkward situations she could think of.

"So," Adrien began, stretching out the o sound. "What should we do?"

"GRAH!" Marinette groaned. She then made her way up the stairs to her actual bed.

"So THAT'S the actual bed!" Adrien exclaimed. "I was wondering why this bed was so small."

With that Marinette let out a small chuckle, laughing at her own awkward situation.

"How big are beds supposed to be?" She said as she sat down.

"Enough for two people usually." He replied nonchalantly, not realizing the statement he made.

Marinette on the other hand noticed his statement, in fact she tried to dissect it. Her mind was racing with theories that he was insinuating something. This lead her face to blush even harder. Think! Think, she told herself. She had to figure out something to say so that she could keep the conversation going. Luckily she didn't have to.

"Didn't we have practice for a video game tournament here?" He asked, turning his head up to look at hers. It was awkward enough as it is, but him having to look up to her was even worse. She could see his facial features, his hair against his forehead, the way the sun hit his cheeks, and his eyes. His beautiful green eyes looking up to her. She was so thankful that she could think in her head. If he could hear what she thought she wouldn't be able to face him again.

"Um." She started. "Yes. But I have more games on my computer if you would like. I think I still have smash."

"That should be fun." He replied. He got up quickly, that, or she was just moving slowly. He walked over to her desk full of unfinished projects and drawings of dresses and scarfs. "I'll turn the monitor on." He said as he pulled a nearby seat closer to the desk.

Marinette thought that this day couldn't get anymore awkward, embarrassing, confusing, too many descriptions to match. She thought that her chances with Adrien were ruined when she asked him out. She thought she ruined it with him noticing the wall of his face. But this would have to be the breaking point. Such a simple thing to do too. All she would've had to do was move her mouse over a few millimeters and press the button. What did she do? Not Fucking That! She couldn't remember to do that the night before. What an event of circumstances.

"Let's just close that." Adrien said calmly after, at the least, ten seconds. He then moved the mouse up and did the action that she could have done last night that would've saved her from this situation.

"I am so, sorry." Marinette said as she sat down, emphasizing more on 'sorry' that any other word.

"Don't be." He said. "If it makes you feel any better-"

"It would not make me feel better." She said cutting him off. This made him get a sly grin. Now he was ready to tease and joke. She saw that in his eyes. She saw it so many times in someone else she just knew when someone was going to tell jokes.

"Are you sure?" He leaned towards her while speaking, making his words even more sarcastic with every word. Fortunately, this made her blush, letting him know that it was working.

"Yes."

"Because," He continued, acting like he didn't hear her. "I think you would be very intrigued to know. That was, after all, only amateur s-"

"Unless you're willing to give a demonstration I don't want to hear it!" She yelled, not thinking about the consequences of what she said. After she said that, Adrien didn't move, still thinking they were joking but not wanting to say anything because of the way she said it. Unfortunately, he couldn't fight the way his throat contorted and his cheeks spread into a large smile.

Within a moment, the entire room was filled with laughter coming from a single source. On the other hand, the girl he sat next to just stared wide eyed at the ceiling, blushing like a tomato.

"Stop laughing." She said. This time he really didn't hear her and continued to laugh. As he continued to laugh, Marinette grabbed her phone and once again called Alya.

"Why are you calling this time?" Her friend asked on the other side of the screen.

"Honestly I don't even know myself." She said with an irritated and apathetic face that did not compliment her current colour.

"Why is he laughing so hard?" Alya asked once again, hearing the very loud laughter through the phone.

"well-"

"SHE ASKED TO FUCK!" Adrien yelled over the phone. Leaning into it using Marinette's shoulder.

After he yelled that quite loudly, both of the girls stayed quiet. Until Alya eventually broke the laughter filled silence.

"We are talking later." And with that, she hung up once again.

"No! Don't leave again!" Marinette screamed at her phone.

When Adrien finally calmed down he could tell that Marinette was very upset with him. He didn't care too much, it wasn't like they were in an actual relationship, were they though? At this point of questioning he confused himself. Were they a thing now? They were now in the territory of making sex jokes, she was in her her room, and he now knew her porn preferences. That was a big thing to know, right?

"Why did you say that?!" Marinette yelled angrily towards the guy that she knew she would forgive anyway. "That was totally embarrassing! I just call my friend so I can talk to her while you laugh you head off, and this is what happens?!"

"Just so I know," He began. "what did I do again?"

"YOU TOLD HER I ASKED YOU TO FUCK ME!" Marinette said not quite getting what he said right, but getting the point across.

"Well I mean, if the offer is still up." He said putting his hands on his chin and his elbows on his knees. "I would be happy to accept." This, once again, caused her to blush. She put a mental post it note to get her temperature checked later.

"What are you doing?!" She exclaimed confused by his actions.

"Well I think I'm flirting, isn't that what you do on dates?" Adrien asked once again doing his best to lean closer to her.

Marinette wasn't prepared for that simple statement. Was he flirting? With her!? The crush of her life was flirting with her and he admitted it! However, the moment was cut short.

"OUCH!" Adrien screeched as he clutched his stomach.

"Are you okay?!" She proclaimed immediately after hearing his small but loud cry. He was now hunched over holding his stomach with a pained expression. He was about to respond but he was cut short by a loud growl emanating from his stomach.

"I'm just a bit hungry. That's all." He said trying to ease her mind. He waved his hand to try and back up that he was fine.

"Are you sure you're not hungry? There is a bakery downstairs, I can just rush down and get you something." She offered, trying to ease the hunger that he felt. But, while she was talking, she looked at his hand. Something about his hand was off. She couldn't tell what it was but it didn't look like it was a good thing.

He was about to reject her offer when his stomach once again let out a large growl. He once again clamped his stomach and writhed in pain.

Without saying anything she got up and started downstairs. She couldn't let him go hungry, no matter how hard he protested. But what really concerned her was the fact that his hands looked like they hadn't had much fat on them. If she had gotten a better look at them she would say they were as thin as bones, but that couldn't be true.

Meanwhile back in her room.

"Well, this sucks." As he was once again clutching his stomach, waiting for Marinette to come back upstairs so they could continue their conversation. He then began to feel a vibrating in his pocket. Pulling his phone out he could see that it was Nino calling. He was about to answer when he was hit with a different feelings of sickness.

He then stood up and walked over to Marinette's trashcan. Gripping the wall, he collapsed onto his knees and let out a terrible, disgusting belch. He released the previous contents of his stomach into the can as a horrible feeling of emptiness now resided in his stomach. Good thing Marinette was bringing up some food.

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