Adrien's POV

I had heard of the expression the green eye monster but I didn't get whythey called it a monster until it dug it's claws into me.

They were talking. That of course was not of note, Marinette talked to everyone as class president, but it was the fact that he was blushed tomato red and she was laughing that clear tinkling laugh that made my gut clench and my eyes see red.

Or green.

Alya was beside them looking a little miffed and annoyed about something but mostly happy, she was watching Marinette closley and frowing ever slightly more every moment that passed.

My hands were balled into fists at my side, and I could feel my teeth grinding together.

"Dude" Nin said from beside me, "Chill."

I sighed turning towards him.

"I was stupid Nino, incredibly stupid."

I turned towards Nino to see him already looking at me, his golden hazel eyes squinting at me curiously, before he nodded, deciding something to himself.

"I know you were man, though I'm not one to take sides Marinette's is very compelling," I felt my heart plummeting, looks like Alya's already gotten to him then. "However, as long as you feel sorry, I guess. Bros come first."

He held his hand out for a fist pump and giving an internal sign of relief, I touched my fist to his.

"Bro?"

"Bro."

Marinette's POV

I was discussing with Nathaniel what colour scheme he had in mind.. He had bought up red but I quickly vetoed that one. I chose the safe neutral colour of blue. Pink was too much of a reminder of the walls that had used to hold up pictures of his face. Childish, and a bit cliché I guess but...

that's what I was feeling.

I had told Nath I would make his tie for him, and no, he could not see my dress before the dance.

When the warning bell rang out, signalling the beginning of the school day I practically rushed to class, dragging Alya by the wrist along with me. The lesson began and I through myself into them, trying to forget about the confusion that was my life at the moment. At lunch time I sat with Alya beneath our usual tree, and we talked about little things of no consequence, but as the time went on I could feel her frustration growing.

"Alya, what's wrong?" I asked eventually, setting down my food and looking her directly in the eyes.

She sighed and setting down her own food fiddled with her hair.

"Listen Marinette, I know I haven't been the best friend lately, and though that can partially be blamed upon... " here she drifted off into silence, I knew exactly what she meant, she didn't have to say it. After a moment she cleared her throat and then raising her gaze back up to mine continued, "I know that although you've made some decisions I don't exactly approve of," at this her gaze drifted off towards where Nathaniel was sitting, his sketch book in hand. "I just want to let you know that sisters come before misters. Every. Single. Time."

At this I launched myself at her dive tackling her into a hug, both of us crying on each other. After a while we separated and Alya looked at e with a smile in her eyes.

"Damn girl, maybe you need to cut back on the lady bug strength, that really hurt." At this she began to rub her back and I giggled.

"Sorry."

"No your not," Alya said laughing, the sunlight dancing off her face, "But I know what will make you!" Then she proceeded to tickle me merciless until the bell rang and we made it to class just on time breathless. Well, me more breathless than her.

At the end of the day I walked home, humming to myself, Alya having put me in a good mood. I sat down at my desk and proceeded to start cutting fabric for the dress that I had designed ages ago. Tikki was helping me, picking up on my good mood and deciding not to ruin it. when the time for patrol rolled around that night, I shot Tikki a look full of pleading and she crumbled, her little hands rubbing her head.

"Just this once though," she said accusingly and I grabbed her and hugged her too me.

"I promise I won't go making a habit of it Tikki!"

I fell into bed early that night, giggling with Tikki before drifting of and having peaceful dreams for once, with out slitted green eyes burning the back of my eyelids.

Alya's POV

We had a family meeting that night, the first I could remember in along time. I'm pretty sure the youngest two hadn't even been born the last time we had a family meeting. All of us sitting down around the coffee table, Dad holding Mum as she tried to look strong in front of us.

She failed.

Dad cleared his throat before looking each of us in the eye and proceeding.

"We have to decide on what to do about this," he cleared his throat again, "Funeral."

"Your father and I have decided most things, however, we wanted to know if any of you wanted to volunteer to do the eulogy with us."

"I will." I said my voice breaking, and my siblings all looked at me with concern, while my father looked at me sadly and my mother looked at me with pride shining in her eyes.

"Thank you," she whispered softly gesturing for me to come over and give her a hug.

My mum, not really one for public affection, held me to her as I sobbed my father cleared the rest of m siblings out leaving just me and my mother entwined together on the couch.

We fell asleep together like that. Her holding me like she used to do when I was younger and we didn't have a care in the world.

Adrien's POV

The letters came in the mail the next morning, one was handed tome, and the other to my father. They weren't really letters though, just pieces of card with a picture of Alya's younger sister smiling up at the camera like she never would again.

It asked us all to where bright colours, mainly green because that was her favourite colour, after her favourite superhero, Chat Noir.

That brought a smile to my face, though the elder Cesair sibling seemed to like ladybug, the younger one liked Chat Noir.

I guess it made sense.

That morning when I arrived at school I spotted Nino hugging Alya in a rare show of affection. I let them be, knowing what ever was between Marinette and I wasn't between Alya and Nino. I may have been and idiot, but I wasn't a complete one.

I walked over to a clear bench and sat on it. So lost in thought that I didn't notice when Chloe came over and stood before me, looking formidable with her hands on her hips.

"Adrien," she said by way of greeting, "We need to talk. Meet me in 23b at the end of class today."

With that she flicked her blond hair over her shoulder and walked off leaving me wondering what the hell had just happened.