It was a long long time ago.
Adrien was fourteen years old. He remembered how cold it was in the lobby. He hadn't seen his father in almost weeks. He couldn't remember the last time he saw his mother, and the blonde couldn't have felt the utmost of solitude. Adrien stood behind Nathalie, his spirit nearly dropping from his ears. He couldn't have craved anything more than just to retreat to his bed and hide away from the world for as long as he could. He couldn't help but ponder if this was what depression feels like.
The blonde glanced up, his green eyes peering over to the female that walked in through the door. The freckled female stood by her mother's side, her brown eyes examining the lobby in wondrous awe.
"Adrien," Nathalie spoke, stepping aside from the teen and completely exposing him to the two strangers who came to visit them. "This is Kagami. Your father wanted you to meet her." her voice echoed throughout the halls. Adrien swore it was love at first sight. She was beautiful. The blonde rubbed the back of his neck, his heart beginning to pound within his chest as she smiled at him.
Adrien could faintly remember the times the two remained in bed, utterly shunning the world. His fingers would dance across the small of her back and his love would prop herself up on her elbows and reach out to him.
But this moment was different, it wasn't like the norm. Kagami's eyes were no longer a lovely shade of brown. As far as Adrien could tell, they had taken the shape of wide lovely bluebell eyes that were embraced by thick lashes. Freckles remained on her skin, and her hair remained as raven as it always had been, but Adrien cursed himself. He saw her as someone else.
Marinette smiled at him sweetly, her hand reaching over to affectionately stroke his face.
"Good morning." she murmured, her features being blurred by the overwhelming sunlight.
Adrien's eyes shot open, his heart pounding in his chest the moment he sat up in bed. The blonde pressed his lips together, his hands fumbling around in the bedsheets. He felt quite perplexed that he came up empty. He reached up, rubbing his groggy eyes. Adrien hadn't the slightest idea of why he was dreaming of Marinette in place of Kagami, but he simply speculated that it could have been due to the time they had been spending together.
He scooted to the edge of the bed, placing his feet on to the floor underneath. He glanced back towards the balcony, the sun peeking through the curtains of the slider doors. Adrien swore he could smell something nice in the air. He placed his hand on his stomach, feeling it growl mercilessly. He smiled, his heart making leaps in his chest as he concluded that Marinette had arose from bed moments ago to cook. He was feeling partially content with how things were going. He and Marinette were getting along great. They got to know each other better, and Adrien couldn't have felt more grateful that he had the opportunity to see her open up to him.
Since they met, Adrien had trouble breaking through the walls she had built around herself. They even agreed to be best friends. The blonde bit his lip, feeling hopeful enough to be spoiled by the snacks and meals she's been making lately. He was glad that he told his father to decline the chef. The blonde climbed out of bed, his body shaking as he stretched. With pursed lips, his green eyes glowered down to his phone on the nightstand. Recognizing the notification for a text message, he very quickly picked it up. He furrowed his brow, his eyes running across the screen as he read the text message. It didn't take long for that happy feeling in his heart to fall into the pit of his stomach. The food still smelled nice though.
Marinette felt like the entire week was a blur. She couldn't convince herself that the events that happened the night prior wasn't actually a dream. The bluenette sipped her hot tea, her blue eyes glowering down at her phone that sat atop the kitchen counter. It almost didn't seem real enough to her that Adrien's contact was added into her phone. The only man Marinette ever had added to her phone was her father. Felix's number was long gone. In fact, Marinette was pretty sure he had changed it.
She wasn't exactly looking forward to the pool party that Alya had insisted for Nino's birthday. But of course, any friend of Adrien's and Alya's was also a friend of hers. Marinette was quite obligated to make it the best that she could, even if that meant having to wake up extra early to let in the plumbers and groundskeepers to set up the pool. It also meant that Marinette had to go shopping for a swimsuit. The bluenette couldn't help but feel a bit concerned. Knowing Alya, Marinette was bound to come out with quite an intricate swimsuit. The thought of strutting around in a bikini in front of both Adrien and Nino, almost made her head spin in vigorous circles. Needless to say, Marinette was a little less than receptive to the idea. This party had better be worth it.
Marinette chewed her bottom lip as her mind began to wander. She had to constantly remind herself that she was boiling noodles, if she didn't pay attention then they'd come out incredibly soggy, and Adrien would have to be forced to consume yet another botched meal.
"Up to an early start, huh?" Adrien spoke, his voice piercing Marinette's train of thought.
"Hm?" Marinette sat up awkwardly, blinking to high heavens as she attempted to straighten herself up. "Oh, yeah. Uh... Alya's throwing a little get together for Nino's birthday." She replied, grabbing her phone and stuffing it into the pocket of her shorts. The blunette chewed her lip, not helping but to notice the pair of shorts and tank top Adrien wore.
"I'm pretty sure Nino's birthday is next week. Is she supposed to be busy?" Adrien asked, walking by the kitchen table to get a good smell of the boiling noodles before eventually deciding to brew a fresh pot of coffee.
Marinette kept her eyes fixated on the table top in front of her. The female nervously picked at the table cloth and shrugged.
"Probably. When it comes to Alya, I can never be too sure of anything..." she murmured, averting her gaze towards the window to keep an eye on the groundwork.
Adrien turned, leaning against the counter and folding his arms.
"I didn't even know we had a pool," he sighed, crossing his legs casually. "But I'm a little worried about who is supposed to pay for all of this."
Marinette slowly stood up, she had begun to feel a little warm, and the steam of the boiling noodles didn't help her situation.
"If they send you a bill, her and I could split it. No biggie."
Adrien began to run his thumb across the underside of his top lip.
"I'm in no way trying to ruin your morning, but I got a text message from Nathalie." Adrien murmured, his gaze shifting to his friend ahead of him.
Marinette perked a brow, turning to face him as he piqued her interest. She would have been lying to herself if she said that she wasn't nervous. Adrien never really mentioned anything pertaining to his life at home unless it involved both of them.
"Oh? And what did she have to say?" The blunette inquired, her heart hammering away in her chest.
Adrien grimaced. He knew Marinette well enough at this point to know when she was growing anxious. He hated to be that kind of guy to cause distress to her, but they were both getting married. These kinds of strenuous activities were expected during situations like these.
"My father and his assistant were able to push some paperwork through. They have our marriage license prepared, so..." his voice trailed off as he pursed his lips.
Marinette lifted her hands, her lips parting as she gestured him to continue.
"So...?" She ushered, her eyes widening as the suspense was literally killing her.
The blonde sighed, shifting his gaze back up towards the blunette nervously.
"So we have to sign the legal documents. We'll be recognized as officially married. They suggested that you invite your parents to bear witness, Nathalie and my father will bear witness on my behalf." The blonde shrugged, trying to make the conversation appear casual. After all, this was not a marriage out of love. This was a marriage out of contract. Adrien still wasn't sure what was to come after they were married and what would happen when his father was rewarded with the jewels he was pining after.
"They want the ceremony to be huge, and they don't want it too far after either."
Marinette simply stared at him, remaining quiet as she allowed his words to sink in. Of course she knew what was the ultimate goal of this whole thing, but she often found herself even forgetting what this whole thing really was. Of course her and Adrien were friends, but he was also expected to be her husband. She knew this from the start. It almost felt like a fantasy, or a really bad nightmare. This whole ordeal didn't seem real to her at first. Marinette hadn't been able to feel in such a long long time, and now all of it was finally setting in. She was getting married. Ever since she was a child she dreamed of this day, but she didn't expect it to be this way. She wanted to marry someone that loved her.
"Are you alright?" Adrien asked, very gently moving away from the counter. His green eyes remained on her face. He couldn't help but to feel concerned, it appeared like her face was turning all sorts of colors.
Marinette pressed her lips together, subtly nodding as her cheeks grew darker.
"Y-Yeah… I just..." her voice quivered as she spoke. "I just didn't expect it all to happen so fast." She shrugged, only then reaching up to rub at her chest.
Adrien frowned, hearing the tremor in her voice. It broke his heart nearly every time. Marinette had become so important to him. He couldn't bear to see her cry.
"H-Hey!" The blonde assured, immediately moving over towards her. He very gently took her hands into his once more and held them to his chest.
"We're a team, remember? I promise you aren't going through this alone..." he ducked down slightly, attempting to match his gaze to hers.
Her blue eyes met his and Marinette bit her lip. She inwardly scolded herself. She wanted to take comfort in his words, and she usually did, but the way he held her, the way he spoke to her, and the way he was gentle with her made her feel increasingly worse. There were a number of reasons as to why that could be, but Marinette couldn't shake this feeling that she was being quite selfish. She sniffled, taking a deep breath.
"You're right," she breathed out, bringing her gaze back to his and managing a small smile. "Alya's going to be here in a few minutes. I'd better get these spicy noodles finished so you and Nino could have something to eat while we go shopping." Marinette replied, immediately changing the subject before she grew too emotional once more. The female dropped her hands out of his and walked away, returning to the stove to prepare the food.
Adrien remained still, his entire spirit going utterly flaccid. He worried that Marinette had grown to dislike him again, but he refused to believe that for the time being. He knew this was a lot to take in, and he was willing to give her all the time she needed. It was a hard pill to swallow. For the both of them.
"Right," he murmured, placing his hands into his pockets before he turned to face Marinette once more. "Thanks.
Adrien tried to find joy in the delectable smell of the noodles she made as she poured them, but there was just too much tension for him to do that. He had hoped that as it settled in, they'd be okay again. After all, they did swear they were best friends.
"I don't think I want to wear a Bikini." Marinette sighed with a twisted expression as she began to rummage through the racks of swimsuits on their hangers.
"Well, that's totally surprising." Alya replied sarcastically, her hips bopping to the soft sounds of the music in the clothing shop.
"Mmm, well the thought of prancing around in a bikini in front of the guys doesn't exactly tickle my fancy, Alya." Marinette chuckled, as she pulled out a one piece swimsuit from the rack. "I'd like to be covered as much as possible."
Alya pursed her lips, tugging out a two piece. Her brow furrowed as she felt around the frilly design on the upper half of the swimsuit. Alya was more than comfortable wearing a bikini, but the section she was in didn't quite grasp what she was looking for.
"All the swimsuits in this section look more like competitive swimming suits rather than just relaxing ones." the brunette sighed, moving to another rack with distaste.
Marinette giggled, holding a black and white spotted one piece swimsuit to her side. She had picked out a few one pieces that she wanted to try on. All of which weren't too revealing. She squinted her blue eyes, scanning the area for a fitting room. Alya walked over towards her, empty handed.
"Didn't find anything?" Marinette asked, immediately noticing Alya's look of disdain.
"Nope," She deadpanned, placing her hands on her hips as she began to crane her neck. "There's got to be some other section here that has more." Her eyes immediately shifted back toward Marinette.
"I'm going to try these on. Do you want to come with?" Marinette asked, wiggling her brows playfully. It was not out of the normal for Marinette to play around with Alya that way. At that moment after the recent events that had been happening to her, it was great to have any sort of normalcy of her old life. Marinette shivered at the thought, feeling Alya walk close to her.
"Come on, all of these suits look too tight for your hot bod. I'll help you squeeze into them." She teased.
Marinette sighed with a weak smile.
"Gee, thanks Alya..."
"I think she's troubled." Adrien sat at the patio yard table. The pool was finally full and prepared, and Adrien managed to find time to change into his swimming trunks. His spicy noodles had grown cold as he had barely touched them. He was planning on waiting for the girls to return before diving into the pool, but his stomach was doing so many flips - he was worried that he was going to be physically ill.
Nino obnoxiously slurped the last of his noodles, dropping the fork into his bowl. Nino had already arrived in his swimming trunks and towel. He had packed a bag of extra clothes to return home in, but he had plans to possibly spend the night if he had drank too much.
"Are we talking about Marinette?" Nino inquired, pushing the bowl to the center of the glass patio table.
Adrien nodded solemnly, his eyes staring into the noodles.
"We do well, but then stuff happens and I feel like I'm back to square one. We're supposed to sign our marriage license and she's panicking," the blonde explained, reaching to the back of his neck to rub his skin nervously. "And that's understandable, I mean I'd be panicking too..." he shook his head, closing his eyes as he didn't know where he wanted to direct the conversation.
"It seems like you've grown to care for her. I'm sure Kagami would be thrilled to hear that." Nino teased, crossing his arms and leaning more so into the chair.
Adrien shrugged, his face almost displaying agony. "Kagami wasn't too nice to Marinette. She came with some sweets to a photoshoot, and Kagami screamed at her to leave the shoot," The blonde sunk into himself as he reminisced the situation. "It was cruel. I really do care for Marinette. She didn't deserve to be treated like that. She blames herself for everything that has happened the last few days. We were doing well last night. I got her to open up to me, but this morning she's seemed like she's withdrawn again…"
Nino nodded his eyes glancing down at the table top as he thought.
"With how Kagami reacted at the engagement party, it was kind of expected. She was very bitter towards Marinette, it doesn't appear as if she wants to even acknowledge or want to believe that Marinette exists in your lives, let alone at all. It would seem better to keep them separated."
Adrien sighed, reaching up to run his hand through his hair. He was feeling conflicted and guilty.
"I know Marinette is terrified of getting married." His green eyes veered off to gaze into the blue water of the pool. Adrien couldn't help to reflect back to the photo he saw of Marinette and Felix. He also recalled Marinette mistaking him for his cousin whilst she was drunk. She insisted that he hurt her, and that he wanted her to die when he left. Adrien knew his cousin broke her heart, but it was evident that Marinette still had feelings for Felix. He was the one she wanted to marry. Adrien was definitely no Felix, in fact they were quite the opposite. But he was the one she loved. The same way Kagami was the one Adrien loved. He could only imagine the pain she was going through.
"I understand that Marinette doesn't want to marry me," He breathed. "If there was any way to fix this I would. If I could stop the wedding without any consequences or repercussions I would..." his voice trailed off as he looked down. His brow furrowed as he recalled Marinette trying leap from the balcony only a few nights prior. He knew that was something he was aware of. It certainly wouldn't be something Marinette would want him to share either. He couldn't help but to feel guilt at the concept of someone being so miserable with him they were ready to take their own life.
"Well, if you really think that would make her happy, talk about a divorce after. If your father just wants the jewels that'll only be rewarded to him as a result of a marriage, then it shouldn't have any consequences," Nino suggested, resting his elbows on the table. "That's got to be a mutual decision between the both of you."
Adrien rubbed his thumb against his lips, his eyes narrowing. The blonde wondered if he'd ever see her again if they did separate. He was receptive to the idea, but that was something he'd consider talking with her about. Adrien just wanted her to be okay.
"Maybe… but you're onto something..." Adrien replied, tapping his fingertips on to the phone screen that rested on the table top.
"She really called you a homewrecker?" Alya asked in disbelief, her hands tugging down the modest swimsuit top over Marinette's waist. The pair had gone through at least three swimsuits. Some Marinette couldn't even get past her hips.
Marinette glanced at herself in the mirror. She liked the design of the suit, but she wasn't quite sure if she liked the way it fit her. It was way too forming and Marinette wasn't sure if she was revealing too much, especially with her legs. She turned over, tugging at the band of her suit with a look of concern.
"I feel like this shows too much of my ass," she sighed. "So I can be called a homewrecker before I'm even married." Marinette pouted, glancing back at Alya with a grimace. "We're supposed to sign our marriage license soon, so we'll be recognized as a married couple legally," She reached up and began to rub her chest softly. "I don't know why the thought of being married scares me."
Alya shook her head.
"Are you sure it's the idea of marriage that scares you, or is it because you're afraid of Kagami?" She asked, genuinely curious of her answer.
Marinette pressed her lips together. She had been enjoying her time with Adrien lately. She was beginning to feel comfortable around him and, as time went on, Marinette didn't actually mind being married to him. When she grew up, all her parents raved about was how they were each other's best friends. They were a team, they worked together, and understood one another. Marinette craved that sort of relationship with Adrien. The more she thought about it, the more she realised that if Kagami wasn't in the picture, then perhaps life with Adrien wouldn't be so bad after all. She had jumped to so many conclusions when it came to him, she was completely perplexed to realise that he was quite the opposite.
"I don't know..." Marinette replied, tugging the bottoms of her swimsuit awkwardly as it hugged her ass perhaps a bit too much tightly. Was it Kagami that she was afraid of? Or was it actually the marriage? Marinette never thought about it in that perspective before.
"I don't know if I like this swimsuit." Marinette sighed, turning over to look at Alya.
Alya prompted a hm, not entirely liking the attire either.
"I'm not feeling it either. It doesn't hurt to show a little bit more, though. It worries me that you'll drown in that."
Marinette rolled her eyes, turning back to face herself in the mirror. "I think I could go for something a little bit more modest. Those competitive swimming suits don't look too bad. It virtually covers everything, including the legs!" Marinette grinned. She was definitely considering trying one on and purchasing it. At that point, she didn't even care if she stood out like a sore thumb at the little get together, so long as she was covered.
"Alright, if that's what you want. But I want you to know you're beautiful with whatever you put on." Alya prompted, placing her hands on to Marinette's shoulders and glancing over at their reflections in the mirror.
"When I put my fingers through your hair~"
Marinette paused at her friends words, her eyes narrowing as her gaze fixated on Alya's face in the mirror.
"Don't you dare-" Marinette warned, knowing her friend all too well to break out in romantic love songs in an attempt to sway Marinette into making a different decision.
"Wrap me up in your legs, and love you til' your eyes roll back~" Alya continued, a grin on her lips as she attempted to withhold the laughter that threatened to erupt from her chest.
"Yep, you'll definitely put me to bed, you clown." Marinette snorted, playfully pushing her friend away from her with a small giggle.
Alya pulled away with a friendly grin.
"You go get changed, just take into consideration what I said. I'm going to see if there is another section that has a bit more of what I'm looking for. If I'm not back in time, you can check out I'll just meet you outside." Alya assured.
Marinette nodded, remaining vigilant for any on goers as Alya excused herself from the fitting room. The blunette pursed her lips, swaying side to side as she glanced at herself in the mirror. She shook her head, deciding that she didn't quite like the swimsuits she had initially picked out. Marinette shimmied her hips, tugging the suit down her legs and stepped out of them. She had redressed back into her casual attire and clipped the suits back on to the hanger before leaving the fitting room. She placed them back on to the return racks and she moved back to where she knew the swimsuits were.
She pursed her lips, rummaging through the racks for a more modest swimsuit. The bluenette was hopeful for a full body suit, the ones she always saw the competitive swimmers wear. She gasped with a small smile, reaching up to grab one she saw off the hanger. The blunette clutched it to her chest, about ready to spin around and try it on when something caught her eye. It was a dainty little bikini, and it certainly wasn't in the right location. Marinette loved the black spots on the red fabric. It reminded her of a ladybug. She adored them as a child. The blunette enjoyed the frilly design on the cups of the top. She glanced around nervously, being sure that no one was around when she picked it out. Marinette was never the one to wear bikinis, in face she wasn't sure if she ever wore one. She was positive that if she were to buy one, she'd never really wear it.
A small blush coated her cheeks as she picked it out. It looked like the right size. Perhaps this would be her own guilty pleasure. She knew Alya wasn't totally opposed to her buying one, in fact Marinette had a hunch she'd be proud. It was a step out of the box, even if she hadn't planned on wearing it in front of anyone. A small giggle emitted from her chest, and Marinette rushed back to the fitting room hoping that no one saw her with the bikini in her hands.
She slammed the door behind her, quickly sliding off her clothing once more and kicked them to the side. Marinette grinned, very gently stepping into the bikini and glancing at herself in the mirror. Marinette was quite surprised. She hadn't expected it to fit this well. Perhaps she was meant to be a ladybug. She turned over, glancing at herself in the mirror with a small blush. She chewed her lips, her heart racing as she grabbed her phone. Marinette shifted, her fingers sliding across the screen to toggle on the camera.
"Alya would definitely get a kick out of this." She giggled quietly. She angled the camera towards herself and snapped a photo. The bluenette snorted as she sent the photo to her friend.
"What do you think? ;P too sexy? See ya soon!"
Marinette jumped on her toes, excitement bubbling in her chest as she knew Alya would have a kick out of this. She immediately locked her phone, tossing it to the side. She placed her hands on her hips, getting another look at herself before eventually coming to a decision. She was definitely going to buy this.
"Only for the ladybug design. I love ladybugs..." Marinette murmured in assurance to herself, mainly to convince herself that she was only buying it for the design.
She had quickly slid the bikini off of her, and clipped it back on to the hanger. She grabbed her clothing, awkwardly throwing them back on to her body as she stuffed the strappy bikini underneath her armpit. Marinette threw the modest swimsuit on top, attempting to cover the bikini underneath. The female glanced around, her cheeks remaining red as she wandered over towards the front of the store. She bit her lip, her blue eyes scanning the front area for a self checkout. Marinette slipped into a queue, looking around the area of tills for anyone she might recognise.
The female rocked back and forth on her feet anxiously. Possibly to other people, buying a bikini wouldn't seem like a big deal, but to Marinette it could have possibly been one of the most sinful acts she has ever committed. There was no way in hell she could let anyone see her buy a bikini, there was just no way. She pointed her lip, her blue eyes squinting as she looked around and casually plopped both the swimsuits by the til, turning her head shamefully as the employee began to ring up her purchases. She gulped, her eyes widening as the other had pulled out the bikini to ring it in. Marinette began to sweat, her heart racing.
"It's...for a friend..." she chuckled nervously.
The employee briefly replied in response, bagging the items before returning to her screen. Once the swimsuits weren't in sight, Marinette sighed in relief. She nervously dug through her purse to pay for her items.
When the purchase when through, Marinette stuffed her credit card back into her purse, snatched the bag with her swimsuits inside and hauled ass out of queue. She didn't even care to grab her receipt. Marinette clutched the bag to her chest, glancing back. She did it. She was finally free. She purchased the bikini without anyone seeing her or catching her. The feeling was incredibly riveting. Marinette laughed, her blood pumping right before she smacked into someone else. Marinette stumbled back, rubbing her shoulder awkwardly.
"You have a habit of not watching where you're going." Alya chuckled, holding her bag and reaching for Marinette's.
Marinette grinned at her friend, immediately bouncing on her toes. She felt like such a badass. Alya would be so proud of her.
"I bought it," Marinette whispered, following Alya as she took the initiative to leave the shop. "I bought the swimsuit"
Alya nodded, shifting both bags into one hand. She linked an arm around Marinette's shoulder gently.
"I'll say. You ran out like you just sold a drug deal," The brunette teased, tugging her friend closer. "Now come on. My cousin was able to squeeze us in for last minute to get waxed. We are almost set for today."
Marinette furrowed her brow, stumbling as her friend began to usher her down the street.
"Wait… waxing? We're getting waxed?" Marinette asked dumbfoundedly. "But my eyebrows are fine!"
Alya chuckled, rolling her eyes.
"Not your eyebrows, girl. If you rock a new swimsuit, you gotta get groomed down there as well." She clarified, much to Marinette's dismay.
"Wait," Marinette lightly tugged away from Alya with eyes wider than saucer plates. "We're getting our hoohas waxed?" Marinette trembled at the thought of some unknown stranger looking at her lady parts, let alone the pain that would be inflicted. She wasn't too sure if she would have wanted the wax.
Alya rolled her eyes with a small laugh.
"It'll be fine, Marinette. You don't have to take the whole thing off. There's nothing wrong with a little grooming."
Marinette gulped, a deep blush rising to her cheeks as she couldn't believe she was letting Alya talk her into this.
"W-What's wrong with the traditional razor and soap?" She asked, her voice barely above a timid whisper. The female glanced around nervously for anyone that might hear their conversation.
Alya shook her head, reaching over to place her arm around Marinette's shoulder once more.
"I'd rather do the waxing. Last time I tried the traditional method, I took a razor nick to the clit. Waxing is a lot less painful than that. The likeness of bleeding is a lot less too."
Marinette winced at that though, her legs nearly caving into one another from the phantom pain. She couldn't help but to wonder if Alya had thought they needed a wax from the photo she sent. It was rare that Marinette didn't keep up with herself, especially down there. Did something show up in the photo? Marinette could have sworn she'd die of embarrassment. Perhaps it was a bad idea to send it.
"Did... something show through the bikini?" Marinette stammered, her lips pressing together as they quivered.
Alya paused, shifting her gaze back to Marinette with a perked brow.
"Bikini? What are you talking about?" She mused, pulling back to get a better look at her friend.
Marinette sighed, the blush running to her cheeks, ears and her chest. She really was going to make her say it.
"The bikini I sent you? You know..." she gulped as her heart began to race. She felt her face growing hot, it was making her head spin in circles. "In the picture I sent you."
Alya stared at Marinette blankly, her eyes blinking rapidly as she began to furrow her brow in confusion.
"I...didn't get a photo? Didn't think you'd wear a bikini either." She chuckled, standing pack to pull out her phone from her back pocket.
Marinette widened her eyes.
"Didn't it send?" She asked, reaching for her phone quickly.
"Well, I didn't receive a photo." Alya replied, turning her phone screen towards Marinette.
Marinette hummed, rubbing her chin. She could have sworn she sent it. Alya was on her list of immediate contacts, those two were always texting so it came natural to her.
Marinette unlocked her phone, opening her messaging app. She didn't just send it to any contact that started with an "A". Did she...?
Alya was the only person she knew with the first initial A. In fact Marientte was almost positive she was the only contact with an A that was saved into her phone. That was until at least the night before.
No.
That just couldn't be.
There was just no way.
Her hands trembled as Marinette frantically began to fumble with her phone, going back into her messaging app to confirm what she feared to be true.
How could she have been so careless?
Especially when it came to risky pictures. Even if it was just a stupid bikini. The blunette scanned her eyes across the screen, her digit scrolling through the roll of messages with wide eyes. The blunette froze, her heart hammering away in her chest to the point where it hurt. Her blood ran cold, and Marinette could have sworn her legs were going to give out. She could have died right then and there.
Alya ducked lower with a concerned expression. Marinette's face was turning an array of colors, and Alya was worried her friend was about ready to either puke or pass out.
"Are you okay, babe?" Alya asked, placing her hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong?"
Marinette trembled, turning her phone towards Marinette to show her the read message on her app.
"I… I just fucked myself over..." her voice trailed off, her legs trembling.
Adrien listened to the music that Nino began to play on his bluetooth speakers by the pool. The blonde remained by the patio, his fingertips tapping on the tabletop. His green eyes glared at the photo on his phone screen.
Adrien definitely wasn't the one to overthink things. He usually didn't think much when it came to the simplistic surprises of life, but this was certainly unexpected. His facial expression remained impassive, his thumb running across his top lip. He wasn't that type of man, but he certainly was pleasantly surprised at her choice of attire. Marinette in a bikini, with a choice of words that could have came off flirty. It was definitely a sight for sore eyes, but he wouldn't admit to that. Not to anyone, not to Marinette, not to his friends, and definitely not to Kagami. She'd literally rip his balls off.
"Hey," Nino called out from behind Adrien. "The beers are cold. Do you want one?" He asked.
Adrien sighed, biting his lip as the blush began to run up his cheeks and the tips of his ears. The blonde very casually locked the phone screen, tossing it to the middle of the table.
"Yeah, I'll take one..." he breathed. The blonde rested into his seat, running a hand through his hair as he really did try not to overthink this.
