My mother is the devil herself!
Man, I'm turning 18 in a few weeks and she's bought the gift with me already and now she's telling me "Nouh, u have to wait for ur birthday to use it because what're u gonna unwrap on ur birthday if u're already using it?"
And I was like "Uhm, maybe the instruction manual? Or the empty packaging? Or we could always put the gift back into the packaging and I could unwrap it, or-…"
"NOUGH u're not having it until in three weeks, I'll make sure u'll see it every day but can't use it blölölölölö!"
Man, I know it's ridiculous of me for wanting to have it right away but it's something big and I wanna use it because I wished for it and saved my money for a few years now and now my dream has come true and I still have to wait three weeks and have to see it every! Single! Day!
But meh, I'll survive :D Especially because I still can write and upload things and who knows, maybe I'm uploading my big project on my birthday? ;)
So, Adrien's still mad because he doesn't want to think of these nightmares but Mari and Alya are fine. They're sitting together talking about Nino right now ;P
Ps.: I love my mum no matter what, don't worry :D
"No, no! Marinette, please, don't move!"
Darkblade laughed at him and pressed the knife closer to her throat.
"Chat! Chat! Save me!"
He clenched his teeth and reached out for her.
"Just a bit, Marinette! Just a little bit more!"
Tears streamed down her face and she held out her hand as well. Darkblade tried pulling her away from him but this time, their fingertips touched. Adrien's eyes widened and saw hers widely opened, too. They both tried a second time but now, they were too far apart.
His gaze wandered down to his hand and he couldn't believe he had been able to actually brush her fingertips.
"Marinette-…", he looked up again as she did.
"Adrien-…"
Darkblade huffed and pressed her closer to his armor.
"Thou art pathetic! The young maiden wilt leaveth this world and thou wilt not be in the position to rescue her from a certain death of hers."
Her eyes became fearful again and Darkblade lunged out to bury the knife in her throat.
"Adrien, I don't want to die! Please, Chat, Adrien, save me! Save me!"
"I-I-…", he tried to reach her again but failed.
"Art thou out of words to calmeth her?", Darkblade cackled, then his arm snapped down.
Adrien knew too well what was going to happen but before the sharp blade touched her throat, everything vanished.
For the first time in a whole week, Adrien awoke silently. He opened his eyes and still found himself crying but this time, it was different.
The tears streamed down his cheeks silently and he sniffed.
He didn't scream, he didn't yelp, he just laid there and knew he had been too weak again but this time, somehow his nightmare had ended before she had died.
With shaking fingers, he dialed Alya's number and heard her sleepy voice through the speakers.
"Hey-… Adrien? How are you?"
"S-Surprisingly f-fine…", he got out, calmer than he had thought.
He heard her bed sheets shuffle and her voice was a lot more awake now.
"Really? What happened?", she asked curiously.
He shrugged and then remembered she couldn't see him.
"S-Same story as before, just-… Something w-was off."
"What was off?"
He swallowed.
"I told you b-before that I can't seem to r-reach her. Everytime I t-try I can't touch her. This time i-it had been D-Darkblade… He held her h-hostage as before and I was u-useless, as before. But this time, I c-could actually-… Our fingertips brushed, Alya."
She was silent for a few seconds and he already worried she had fallen asleep.
"Alya?"
"Yeah yeah, shush, I'm looking it up."
"Th-Thanks-…", he mumbled and then waited. It took her about ten minutes to speak up again.
"Okay, it says here-… That a life changing transformation can be ahead of you and you're dreaming of the rapid change as death. It also says that it doesn't matter whether it's your or someone else's death."
"Do you think this rapid uh change in my life has something to do with Marinette? It's always her…", he was slightly concerned Alya had chosen transformation as a description of what his dreams meant. After all she didn't know he was Chat Noir and it would be safer if she didn't.
"Hm, I dunno. This site here explains that the change is more of an end, for example of a relationship or the job."
"You're saying I'm gonna lose Marinette and our friendship as it is right now?", he panicked. He didn't want to give up their friendship!
"I don't think-… Okay, now it's saying this person you're dreaming of won't be longer in your life."
"Wh-What?! I don't wanna-…"
"Adrien, calm down, it could be meant the, well, 'death' of the person you know at the moment and you're feeling it coming because you already kinda knew it. So it can be that you'll be seeing Marinette in a different light. Maybe you'll be in love?"
His heart leaped up into his throat and he tried to swallow but couldn't because of excitement.
"S-So-… The akuma mean nothing but just common danger and that I'll see Marinette in a different light while she's in danger?", he tried to distract her from the fact that he could actually be in love with his cute classmate.
Alya paused, then he heard her hair brushing the phone.
"No, I don't think that Marinette has to be in danger for you to look at her differently. It's about the death of this person, not about the danger she's in. The akuma are just an excuse by your subconscious to at least have a logical reason of her death. Or maybe you're a bit traumatized by the akuma attacks?"
I had to face them all, so that could actually be, he thought.
"Yeah, you're right. So the Marinette I know right now will leave my life?"
"I-… I think so. But aside from her acting a little-… clumsier around you she's the same to me? Maybe you'll be discovering a dark secret of hers?"
He gulped and then laughed nervously.
"Maybe it's a good secret? As in bright and not dark?"
Alya laughed and he chuckled along.
"I hope so. But I suggest you'll tell me about her secret, I'm curious now."
"Let's see, that depends. Anyway, thanks for talking with me, Alya."
He felt her smile and couldn't suppress his own.
"Adrien, I just have one thing left to say."
He turned and lightly patted his little sleeping Kwami on the pillow. He was glad Plagg could get at least a whole night's sleep. He had been awake with him everytime the past week when Adrien had awoken with a cry, the poor guy.
"Huh?", he asked absently.
"I sorted this out with Mari, y'know, what happened yesterday."
He nodded. He had been there and had been the one to get Marinette to listen to Alya's apology.
"Really? I'm glad. Was she okay?"
The girl breathed in deeply and then spoke again.
"Sh-She's been crying, Adrien. Y'know, I know you need physical contact sometimes but maybe I'm not the best choice for that… I'm glad you opened up to me and I don't mind helping you sleep again but have you thought about maybe telling Nino? He'll understand – maybe – and Marinette won't assume things…"
He sighed and then shook his head.
"Well, I'm sure Nino would understand but I don't really wanna tell him. He'll understand, yeah, but how will he deal with it? Slap my shoulder and tell me to 'be a strong dude'? Or maybe help me protect Marinette of the akumatized in my dreams, something even I shouldn't do to not creep everyone? I-… I dunno Alya, I think you're the best choice. I don't have anyone but Nino, Marinette and you.", well and Ladybug, but you don't need to know that.
"Yeah, you're right, can't trust Chloé on that one."
"Can't trust Chloé at all…", he mumbled.
"Wow, Agreste! What's with your kindness all of a sudden?", she laughed.
"I just-… I learned from you guys what real friendship feels like and now I got the feeling that Chloé's took advantage of my fame and, well-… I'm a model, I look kinda good."
She snorted and he rolled his eyes.
"Kiddo, don't take it personally, but you look like a cinnamon roll with whipped cream and a cherry on top. I can understand why Marinette fell for you the day she met you."
"W-What, I-I look like food?", he asked confused.
"What I mean to say in girl speech, little boy, is that you look delicious."
He felt himself blush at the thought if Marinette was thinking the same about him.
"W-Wow-… But I have a question for you as well."
"Huh, what?"
"You like Nino, right?", he grinned when he heard her giggling, then yawning.
"I'm sorry pretty boy, but would you look at the time! I'm tired, night, bye!"
He laughed when she hung up and laid back into his sheets.
The next day in school Marinette beamed at him. Obviously, she had taken Chat's advice seriously and maybe had gotten a bit confidence out of it. She also flung her arms around Alya's neck as if there was no tomorrow for them.
He smiled at the sight and observed them whispering into each other's ears and shooting hidden glances at the blonde. He chuckled and turned to Nino to give the girls some privacy.
"So, Dude, what was up yesterday anyway?"
Adrien groaned and smiled, punching Nino's arm playfully.
"Big misunderstanding, girls were fighting, kinda blew up in our faces. But as you see, everything's good with us again. The girls are crying of happiness and you're in love, I'm in love, Mari's in love and I dunno, maybe Alya's too?", he laughed and spun in a circle, leaving his best friend dumbstruck, "Love is in the air! Daa daa da daa daa da, love is in the air~"
Nino started laughing too, out of disbelief, but soon stopped Adrien's dancing and singing.
"Wait-wait, we know Marinette's in love. And we know I'm in love, well, you wish you knew, no wait-… Anyway! And why am I in love? Ah no, are you in love? I mean, you are in love? In love with whom?"
Adrien chuckled and silenced him.
"Shush, Nino. Mine yet but so delicate love is not meant for thine ears just now, dear friend."
"DaFuq, dude?"
The blonde model went inside the classroom first with the girls following them. He pinched his best friend's cheek and beamed at him happily.
"Man, it's like your tiredness is blown away. Are you fine again?"
"Nope, the cause of my tiredness and my tiredness itself are still there, I'm just so excited I don't feel it.", he looked over to Marinette who was taking her seat and smiled adorably, "I don't feel a thing."
"… But bliss."
"Exactly, young one."
Nino chuckled, too.
"That's great, man. But still, with whom are you in love?"
"As I said Nino, that's still a secret."
His best friend rolled his eyes and faced the front to pay attention to what Mme. Bustier was saying. He smiled to himself, quietly making a note in his mind to consult Alya later on her feelings to Nino. Adrien felt this was going to be great.
Unfortunately, he didn't have the chance to talk to Alya about Nino. And it was even more unfortunate that Chloé decided to take revenge on Marinette for hanging out with him. She had waited for the girl by the classroom after their lunchbreak and already grinned, obviously thinking about the things she was about to say to the bluenette, her victim number one.
Adrien protectively walked in front of Marinette, already feeling Alya's hand brush against his.
"Don't do anything stupid, Agreste. Chloé only wants to annoy, you know her.", he heard her whispering. He nodded but didn't do anything to calm himself. He knew Chloé was about to get nasty and he didn't want Marinette to get hurt. Because this time, it was different. He had fallen for her, he needed to protect her.
"What do you want, Chloé?", he asked her as they arrived. She grinned at him sweetly, attempting to press a kiss to his lips but he was able to brush her off. She scoffed but turned to the girl behind him which was ready to hide behind Alya.
"I just wanted to talk to my friend Marinette here!"
"We're not friends, Chloé-…", she tried but was cut off by the blonde girl.
"Aw, don't be so mean. C'mon, walk with me."
She took her hand and forced it onto her arm, pulling her along with her. They went a bit and Chloé seemed to talk happily. Contrary, Marinette's shoulders slumped more and more and Adrien wanted nothing more than to save her from the major's daughter.
"Keep calm.", Alya hissed, tightening her grip on his hand. He hadn't realized she had taken it again. His muscles tensed, as did hers, and he noticed she was way stronger than he had thought.
Chloé began to speak quieter and now, she almost looked like she was about to pull Marinette into some empty classroom and murder her right on the spot.
After what seemed like an eternity to the boy but really must've been around two minutes, Chloé smiled sweetly with a hint of sarcasm and put a hand on Marinette's shoulder. The bluenette had her eyes wide open but her shoulders were drawn back and she was standing straight even though she was smaller than most of the students in their class.
She shook her head and Chloé snapped something at her. This time, Marinette kept her lips shut but was obviously upset about their conversation. They returned and while Chloé looked like she had just gained a new friend, the girl next to her held her chin high and looked like she was about to explode on the inside. Alya had already let go of his hand and he sighed relieved he didn't have to explain to Chloé why the brunette girl was allowed to hold his hand.
The blonde got back to Sabrina triumphantly and Marinette returned to them, never meeting Adrien's gaze but he could almost see the smoke rising from her hair.
"What did she say?", Alya growled, looking at the spoilt brat disapprovingly.
"Nothing anyone has to be concerned with. Chloé's just being-… Ugh!"
"Chloé?", Nino suggested.
"No, the biggest bitch this damn world has ever seen, holy frikkin' shit, she's pissing me off like hell. Fucking bullshit, only senseless, fucking bullshit leaving her mouth, fucking daddy's girl.", Marinette finally snapped.
They all stepped back and looked at their smallest friend with big eyes. A proud, almost not visible grin played around Alya's lips and she slowly wrapped her arms around her best friend.
"Girl?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you. You never fail to surprise me."
They all began laughing while Marinette managed a small smile, still upset with Chloé.
