Even Angels Cry
Her day couldn't have gone worse, and it was al because of Chloe. Of course, it'd be wrong to totally blame her, but in this case, she had the right too. Embarrassing her in front of the class, in front of Adrien, and she just couldn't. Especially now that her crush was out there and knew fully how she felt.
"You okay?"
She jumps in her place on the stairs, and she looks up to find Alya smiling at her softly, and she shakes her head numbly. Sitting outside in the winter snow was not ideal for the black haired girl, but it beats sitting in class with eyes on her.
"You know, Adrien stood up for you." Alya says, sitting next to her, and she couldn't help but laugh pitifully at that, "I doubt it. Why would he ever want to be with a klutzy mess like me?" Alya signs and shakes her head, and before she could say anything, a third voice called to them, "Alya, have you..." it trails off, and the two friends look up to find Adrien leaning over the rail, looking down at them.
Marionette was quick to look away, and she could hear Alya talking to him, but, her mind was too numb to hear. She didn't even notice Alya get up, and trade places with the blond boy, not until she felt arms go around her in a not-like-Alya hug.
Her face was pressed up against white, and she flushes, "don't listen to Chloe. She's simply jealous." She hears, and she knows is Adrien.
"But she's right." He pulls back, and smiles at the sight. Her nose was pink, and the skin around her eyes were red, blotchy. "How could you be the judge of that?" He asks softly. He notices that her eyes are even more blue when she cries, almost like a blue topaz, and he smiles.
"Because I am just a bakers daughter. A nobody," she looks away, and imagines that most people would look at her and see a regular girl who's upset, heartbroken, over something. But to him, she's no ordinary girl. To him, she's the most beautiful, most endearing girl he's ever met.
"Everybody needs a somebody for their nobody.. because no matter which way a person looks at it, they're the nobody, and the person they love is the somebody."
She glances up at him, "and to me, you're my somebody, and I'm your nobody." He says, and she looks surprised, before she gets a little happy smile on her face, and he presses his face into her hat-covered hair.
"And yes, this is me asking if you'll be my somebody." Adrien says, and her small smile turns into a grin, as she turns into his hug and nods, his chin on top of her head.
((And that's actually totally true, too. Everyone feels like the person they love is someone important and they're nothing. Just saying.))
