I should probably be updating other fics, but I couldn't stop thinking about this one. I don't plan my fics ( not really ), so the spontaneity of it lets things slip out. In the last chapter, I was planning on Mari being her regular cant-get-a-sentence-out self, but that line just appeared.
I hope you all are enjoying this as much as I am (Not to sound self-praising or anything, I know that it's not very good compared to all the others).
XOXO
Memories flashed through Marinette's head as soon as those sparkling parakeet-green eyes locked with her own.
Their first date, licking melting ice cream off their sticky fingers as they sat near Andres cart.
Their first kiss, tender and sweet. And fake, she mentally added.
Adrien flirting with his fangirls. Marinette, pretending not to notice, ice cold tears threatening to burst forth.
The party.
Mainette stopped herself before she thought of what she saw there.
She bit her lip, the sharp pain drawing her back to the present and those sparkling chartreuse eyes.
Her rosebud lips flattened into a thin line as she looked away and brushed past him, bristling with her suppressed emotions as she headed up the stairs.
Then, silence.
Both of them had stopped, the stairwell devoid of sound.
She knew that she shouldn't look back. She knew that she should keep going. But she couldn't help but think about how he tried to apologize, how he seemed so sincere.
How he told her that he would never stop loving her.
She almost turned back.
Almost.
But then, cutting through the silence like an arrow, came the ring of the bell.
Crap. She was late.
She started jogging up the remaining stairs, and heard Adrien slowly start to descend them.
Saved by the bell, quite literally.