Stairs were really starting to annoy me. It really sucks living on the fourth floor in a building with a broken elevator.
Alya and I drag ourselves up the last flight of stairs, and sigh with relief at our door in sight. My arms were starting to hurt with the amount of grocery bags I had in my hands, there was no way in hell I would make two trips up and down the stairs.
I hear the sound of the television through the door and roll my eyes. Of course.
Alya opens the door and I run to set down the bags on the table. My arms fall to my side, dead.
"Oh thank goodness" Adrien says from where he sits, sprawled out our couch, "I was getting worried the fridge would remain empty forever."
"As if Marinette could go a day without her ice cream." Alya replies as she starts to pile the food into the near empty fridge.
"Hey, I never get more than one spoonful with those two pigs breaking in and eating all of it!" I say clutching the brand new tub of fudge chocolate ice cream to my chest.
"How do you expect us to resist?" Nino calls from where he sits at his spot on the couch. Even though it's our apartment, Adrien and Nino had laid claim to the best spots. Alya and I couldn't take them back no matter what we tried. "You get the best kind of ice cream and it just sits in the fridge, calling out to us. It's not our fault you just disregard its existence."
"Yeah, the ice cream is starting to get sad that you choose to work late rather than come home and hang out with the two best people in the world and eat the best ice cream ever." Adrien complains.
Alya and I share a look and roll our eyes.
"Is the ice cream the only one that gets sad when we're not around?" I say with a smirk.
To my annoyance, Adrien flashes his own smirk. My heart skips a beat, luckily I've learned throughout the years to keep myself together whenever he's around. Barely. "Of course we miss you guys, who else would scoop us bowls of ice cream when our legs have stopped working from hours of tv?"
"As if," I scoff, as Alya and I finish unloading the groceries. I plop down on the couch in my designated spot besides Adrien (all thanks to Alya). "You know, Alya, I think it's our turn to sit, while they get us ice cream."
"I couldn't agree more, Marinette," Alya sits and cuddles up against Nino, he drapes an arm around her waist.
"Ugh, fine," Adrien sighs dramatically, seeing that neither me or Alya are going to get up again, "But only because I'm a gentleman." He bows, and winks at me. My stomach flips, heat crawls up my neck.
Alya gives me a knowing smile and I send back a glare.
I don't remember falling asleep. Nor do I remember resting my head on Adrien's shoulder. It takes everything in me not to cuddle closer to him, let myself curl up against him…
No. We're just friends, as he's made clear several times in the years I've known him. Maybe things would change if I would just tell him of my feelings, but...I don't want to lose the friendship I've made with him.
I squint at the glare of the clock across the room: 3:14. I let myself just sit there, my head on his shoulder before getting up. Adrien stirs, as I move away from him, I suddenly feel really cold without his warmth.
Adrien meets my gaze with sleepy eyes, he gives me that soft smile of his. I'm glad it's dark so he can't see the blush flooding my cheeks.
I glance to where Nino and Alya were sitting earlier. They are nowhere to be seen. I can just imagine them seeing that Adrien and I had fallen asleep and sneaking away. Maybe Alya even nudged me so my head would fall onto his shoulder. I make a mental note to yell at her later.
"Sorry" I say with a little laugh, avoiding looking into his green eyes.
"I don't mind," he shrugs, then a smile comes to his lips, "remember in high school, when we sat together on the train and you were so tired you fell asleep on me?"
"Oh yeah, I remember" I say with a soft laugh of my own. My blush deeps. Of course I remember. Alya got a picture of it and everything. The same picture I framed and clutched to my chest while laying in bed all through high school.
"Nino wouldn't shut up about it for weeks," Adrien says.
"Neither would Alya," Along with every other girl in my class.
I feel Adrien's eyes on me and my stomach tightens with butterflies. I see his soft smile from the corner of my eyes, but I keep my gaze away. If I met his beautiful green eyes, I was scared I wouldn't be able to stop myself from leaning closer.
Silence settles and I suddenly feel awkward. I force a yawn. "I need to get some sleep if I want to get anything done at work tomorrow,." I say, "I'm going to go to bed."
"I probably should too," he says as we get up.
"You need rest for work too?" I tease, "All you have to do is show up, smile and look pretty."
"Not to mention put up with my father all day," He sighs, the smile falling from his face at the mention of his father.
"It can't be that bad," I nudge his shoulder, "Besides, how bad can it be when you've got a friend like me there with you?"
"You mean stuck with a friend like you," he says with a playful grin.
"Hey!" I shove him, and cross my arms, making a hurt face.
He just laughs, then places a strong hand on my shoulder, "Don't worry Marinette, I don't mind being stuck with a friend as amazing as you."
My heart feels like it's going to burst, but the word friend tugs at me. I smile and say, "Thanks, Adrien, but as much as I like hearing about how amazing I am, we both should get some sleep."
"Of course, M'lady," he says and walks to brush past me to the door. I stay rooted where I am. M'lady? Only Chat Noir calls me that. No, Adrien couldn't be Chat Noir...although ever since he's lived separate from his father he has reminded me more and more of Chat Noir, yet…
I'll think about that tomorrow, but first, sleep.
Adrien's voice cuts through my thoughts and brings me back to the room. "Goodnight, Marinette." he says with a smile.
"Goodnight, Adrien."