TWO
I don't even know where to start,
already tired of trying to recall where it all fell apart.
Marinette stared long and hard at the writing board, trying to make heads or tails of what they were supposed to be learning. Mlle Mandeleiev had already gone through their assignment twice and honestly a third time wouldn't do much difference. It all sounded like unnecessary gibberish to her ears.
She sighed tiredly and rubbed her dry eyes. What she wouldn't give to be in bed sleeping the hours away.
"He's back. . ." Alya's hushed voice caught her attention.
Marinette whipped her head to the side, bluebell eyes wide open in fear. There's only one him she could be referring to. Her heart picked up its pace. "W–what do you mean?" This couldn't be happening now, not after all the lonely nights waiting on her balcony with unshed tears blurring her sight.
She looked right into her friend's eyes, the excited glint in them was all the confirmation she needed. "Chat Noir is back, M!"
The world came to a halt or maybe her mind finally stopped spinning. Chat Noir, her best friend, and partner under the mask was back. "But how—"
"He says that he wants to make it up to you." Alya furrowed her eyebrows, the prior excitement already wearing off and her inquisitive nature kicked in. "What does that mean?"
She shook her head in denial. All of this seemed too good to be true. Maybe she had fallen asleep on her desk again. Yeah, that must be it. "It doesn't matter cause I'm dreaming all of this!" Or maybe she's going insane.
"Is there something you'd like to share with the class, girls?" Their attention snapped to the front of the room where Mlle. Mendeleiev stood with both arms crossed. Marinette opens and closed her mouth several times to apologize for interrupting. She didn't make it pass strangled half baked sentences. "I'd suggest you pay attention if you want to pass the coming exam." With that, she turned to the rest of the class.
"He's waiting for you." Alya half whispered half yelled and all but shoved her phone's screen in her face.
I'll be waiting, My Princess
Something inside of her snapped in two. He's waiting for me. She stood up, not really processing how Alya knew Chat's whereabouts or how she got his number, grabbed her pink backpack and ran down the stairs. He came back. The sound of her footsteps echoed throughout the empty halls and she was vaguely aware of someone calling after her.
To hell with consequences, she'd deal with those later.
Author's Note: So this came up out of nowhere. The angst/fluff train awaits, everybody. Four parts left to go.
P.S. I highly encourage you to check out the song from the title! I'll set the mood.