The last one ended on a Cliffhanger... I won't do that too much anymore...
Welcome to Chapter 2 :-)
Chat's eyes burned with anger and hatred, two green fires blazing and the words that came out of his mouth were daggers, filed to a point so sharp that they tore through Marinette's heart like heartburn, "Marinette, it was a dare. Adrien was dared to kiss you."
Marinette started at Chat, mouth agape and a strangled sound escaped her throat. "No…" she breathed, her voice trailing off at the end.
Adrien…
He wouldn't…
He couldn't…
He…
He broke my heart.
And Marinette opened her notebook. And handed the open page to Chat. "Chat Noir, do you see this. He kissed me and he left, I spent an hour figuring out why would he just come in here and make out with me and without a word, just leave."
Marinette wasn't sad.
Marinette was angry, angry enough to rip his beautiful green eyes out from their sockets.
"So I wrote this letter, this poem, a continuation of the one I sent him on Valentine's Day, so he would know that I wrote that one and I loved him," she emphasized the 'ed' in 'loved', "Look at my room, I love him!"
With every word that escaped from Marinette's mouth, a little part of Adrien died. She wasn't a helpless 15 year old girl.
She was a seething volcano of emotion.
She loved him.
Lov-ED him.
He'd never even suspected.
Your hair shines like the sun
Your eyes a gorgeous green
I look at you and wonder your innermost thoughts and dreams
Yes, your Valentine I will be
Our love will be so true
Together for eternity my heart belongs to you
My name is Marinette
You don't know me too well
When I look at you my heart feels like a quintet
Of spiraling emotions, yes
With you I could never feel blue
Together for eternity I will forever love you
He gasped, and Marinette looked up, she glared at him, "Gimme that!" she growled.
She snatched it away from him and ripped it up, the pieces scattered the floor like the pieces of Adrien's soul.
Then she addressed Chat again, "Why'd send you, huh? To gloat over the situation he put me in, to rub it in like salt in a wound? To bathe in my confusion, my frustration, my… ugh!" She dug her nails into her elbows as she crossed her arms.
But, Chat's mind was elsewhere.
He'd seen that poem, on Valentine's Day, seen it, read it, he thought it was from Ladybug.
But no.
It was from Marinette, poor, sweet, unsuspecting Marinette. Poor, sweet broken-hearted, Marinette. And Chat was crushed. So without saying goodbye, without saying a word, he closed the window, extended his baton and left. She had a crush on him, he told himself the whole way home, downgraded the pain until it was nothing more than a dull throb in his heart, Adrien had always been good at dulling pain, after all his father wasn't the most sensitive person. But this was different. This was Marinette.
When Marinette looked back, Chat was gone, maybe his ring was beeping, maybe he just didn't want to hear Marinette diss his friend. Either way, she didn't care, Adrien was going to pay.
So he was going to get a little visit from one of Marinette's friends, too.
"Tikki!" Marinette growled.
"I'm so sorry, Marinette!" squeaked the Kwami.
"Me too."
"You want to visit Adrien, don't you?"
Marinette replied, "Tikki! Spots on."
Ladybug knew where Adrien lived, thanks to the Bubbler, and where his room was, thanks to Volpina. So she dropped down onto his windowsill and tapped on the window, three times, with her yo-yo.
And when he opened the window, looking all angelic and innocent she wanted nothing more than to wrap the string of the yo-yo around his throat and throttle him until his lips turned blue.
"Ladybug," he said, surprised, "Why are you here?"
"Don't act like that!" she snapped.
He raised a questioning eyebrow, and dropped it after he realized. "Oh, it's about Marinette, right?" His bright green eyes, turned hollow with sadness so genuine, the Marinette inside of her heart winced with love. But the Marinette in her didn't matter now, because now Ladybug did.
"You kissed her Adrien, it was her first kiss, do you realize that, and then she found out it was a dare. You're a monster."
She'd called him a monster, the love of his life had called a monster. So he did the only thing that was plausible in his frustration, he told her off.
"I know, but they tempted me, they called me a wuss, a rich boy, a goodie-two-shoes, a puppet, I just wanted to show them that I could be cool too." He frowned, and Ladybug could probably see the conflict in him. "Look, I don't expect you to understand, you're too amazing and pretty and smart—" he stopped, realizing what'd he'd said, and crinkled his eyebrows together as his face turned a brilliant shade of Ladybug-red. "O-okay? I thought when I sent Chat to go talk to her, it'd make it better, but Chat only ruined it more and now you're here, I just need some time to think, without everyone yapping in my ear about anything. Alright? Can you give me that luxury, at least? At school she'll think I'm some kind of heartless jerk and what can I do? Tell her I liked kissing her, because I did, okay? I liked kissing Marinette." When he looked up Ladybug's blue eyes were wider than the opened window, her jaw was agape and she looked so quizzical that it looked like she was taking the college application test in Kindergarten.
"You liked it?" she said, bouncing her yo-yo up and down, absentmindedly, like she had no idea she was doing it.
"Yeah? Why?" he said, wondering why she questioned this part of his whole rant.
"She said that Chat made it sound a bit… d-d-different."
"Look, Ladybug. I don't like Marinette, but I liked kissing her, is that weird? Tell me from personal experience, I've heard you kissed Chat Noir."
Ladybug turned as red as her costume. "Look, Adrien, I liked kissing Chat Noir, but don't you dare tell anyone I said that, sometimes true love can be found in the strangest places, Marinette's not one to hold a grudge, just apologize, and voila everything is as good as new!"
Adrien smiled, "Yeah, I should do that."
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Ladybug grimaced, "I've got to go, nice seeing you again, Adrien." She leaned in and planted a soft kiss against his left cheek, which instantly enflamed. "Bug out." She latched her yo-yo onto another building and flew away.
She'd kissed him. The love of his life had kissed him. The thought caused him to press a hand against his left cheek, his cold hand soothing the white-hot skin. He walked to the window, and looked outside, the red blur was gone. Thank you, milady, but I'll be keeping that one all to myself.
The cringe of my poem is REAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL.
It's horrible, but I wanted to update this as quick as possible to erase the effects of the Cliffhanger... I hate them too XD
See ya soon :-)
- LHPE
