Chapter Two

Marinette POV

He pulled me into his room, past a woman with glasses and a bun.

"Adrien, who's this?"

"Marinette- she came to help me with my homework."

I waved and he pulled me along. She shook her head, and when I turned to look in front of myself again, I was being led through the door to his bedroom. I was shocked at how big it was. I looked around, completely forgetting my puke covered clothing.

"The uh- the bathroom is over here if you want to shower."

I blushed at the thought of showering in Adrien's bathroom.

"What about my clothes?"

He blushed too, and scratched the back of his head.

"Uhh I guess I can get you new ones, you know, my dad's a...he's a designer. And we could wash the puke from your clothes, and when they're clean you can go home again."

I nodded. We stood there awkwardly for a second, neither of us knowing what to say. My brain seemed to stop working and I swear he could hear my heartbeat.

"I'm gonna go get those clothes…"

He turned and left, and I let out the breath I didn't know I had been holding. I walked into the bathroom, which looked as if it was the same size as my bedroom. I sighed, taking off my vomit covered clothes and setting them on the floor so that the vomit stayed on the clothes.

I stood in the shower, wondering how I was supposed to control the temperature. I thought I was a pretty intelligent human being until I stepped into a foreign shower. What d'ya know.

I didn't know how long it took, but I finally got the shower at a reasonable temperature. I looked for soap, only finding the man-smelling kind. I sighed, but it was better than nothing.

I saw Tikki fly out of my purse. I poked my head out to look at her.

"Tikki I have no idea how I'm not freaking out. It's like I'm internally freaking out so much that I'm calm. Tikki I've passed beyond stressed, beyond hysteria, into the grey foggy indifference of complete shutdown of all but emergency services in my brain!"

She stared at me for a while, not saying anything.

"You should finish your shower."

I nodded and used Adrien's man soap to try and get rid of the vomit smell. I even went as far as washing my hair, I mean, might as well, right?

There was a knock at the door.

"Marinette, I left the clothes on the chair out here," Adrien said.

I looked at Tikki, realizing something. I'd have to go out there in a towel to grab the clothes.

"Uhm, thank you!" I called.

I finished rinsing off and wrapped my hair in a towel. I wrapped a second towel around my body and Tikki gave me some encouragement before hiding in my purse again.

I held the towel up with one hand, just to be extra safe, and grabbed my clothes with my other hand before leaving the bathroom.

"Adrien I'm coming out," I said. Wow, one sentence without stuttering, and I even said his name. Go me.

I left the bathroom and carefully handed him the vomit covered clothes. We were both blushing like crazy, but his seemed a little less noticeable since he still looked pretty sick. I grabbed the clean clothes from the chair and ducked back into the bathroom.

I put the underwear and bra on first, and I was pleasantly surprised. They were silk and they matched. I giggled, wondering how he guessed my size so accurately. I put the shirt and pants on, which was just a t-shirt and sweatpants. They were pretty high end for such a casual outfit.

I grabbed my phone and saw that I had one message from Alya.

ALYA: How's it going?

I sighed, and sent a brief explanation back.

MARI: Okay so this is gonna sound crazy but Adrien puked all over me so he let me take a shower in his bathroom and gave me new clothes to wear and I'm staying here until my vomit covered clothing is done being cleaned.

That should do it, I hoped. I guess I'd just have to answer any other questions to the best of my ability.

I roughly dried my hair and put it into a bun. I figured it would keep the rest of the water from the back of my neck.

My hands were shaking as I left the bathroom once more. He was walking into the room at the same time I was.

I blushed, and he mentioned the homework. I was relieved to have something to do rather than just sit there awkwardly.

We sat at the desk and worked through the day's homework together, and I walked him through some of the parts he missed. I didn't need to write him a copy of my notes after all.

"So did you guys do anything fun at school without me?"

I let out a small laugh.

"Not really, no. It was pretty much the same- I mean, it's never the same without you- no I mean that um-"

He laughed a little.

"It's okay, I know what you mean."

I sighed and smiled.

"Chloe sure missed you," I said.

He rolled his eyes.

"Man I know she was my first friend but…"

I laughed.

"If I had to compliment her for one thing it would be that she's astoundingly good at staying popular. I mean, she knows people don't like her, and yet she's still the most popular person in class," he said.

"You don't have to be liked to be popular. I'm sure she's just good at making sure people stay afraid of her."

"Well said."

I smiled and wrote the answer to the last problem.

"Done already?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Need help with anything?"

It was his turn to nod, so I did the best I could to walk him through the problems he didn't understand.

By the time we were done, it was five pm. I checked my phone, sighing at all the missed texts.

I answered my mom first, explaining everything.

MARI: I'm really sorry, Mom, I was supposed to take my friend's homework to him because he was sick today but he ended up throwing up on me so he let me take a shower and his assistant lady is washing my clothes right now.

I waited nervously for her to answer. I knew she wouldn't yell at me, but I still didn't want her to be mad.

"It's kinda late, do you want to stay for dinner?" He asked.

I was unsure at first, but he continued.

"It probably won't be any fun, I usually eat dinner alone but-"

"I'd love to," I said.

He smiled at me, and I nearly swooned. I felt my phone buzz, and I read the text from my mom.

MOM: Okay, sweetie, thanks for letting me know. Will you be home for dinner?

MARI: No, he offered to feed me here, so I'm staying with him.

MOM: Alright, just keep me updated!

I decided to look at Alya's messages as well, while Adrien looked at me with innocent curiosity. I didn't mind.

ALYA: WHAT?
ALYA: OMG GIRL YOU HAVE TO EXPLAIN!
ALYA: MARINETTE!
ALYA: ARE YOU TWO HAVING SEX?

ALYA: I swear to God Marinette if you're having sex I will come over there myself!

I sighed.

"Everything alright?" Adrien asked.

Blushing, I nodded.

"It's just Alya, she's a little...how do I put this…"

"Excited?"

I laughed.

"Yeah that would work."

I answered her texts.

MARI: No, Alya of course I'm not having sex. I'm just helping with his homework, and staying for dinner. Gtg, I'll tell you everything when I see you in person, it's all easier to explain that way anyway.

I put my phone in my bag, and watched him finish the last problem.

"Finally done!" he announced happily.

I giggled and we put everything away in our bags after comparing answers.

"What do you say we go check on those clothes of yours before dinner?"

I nodded, and he led me to where they were being washed.

I didn't know what I expected, but they really take clothes seriously here. It was so elaborate compared to my plain old washing machine and dryer.

"It gets the job done pretty well," he explained, "but I think it's a tad bit excessive. And it takes forever. See, there's your clothes right now, still in the washing phase."

"How long could it take?" I asked.

"Depends. My best guess would be at least another hour, since they need to dry as well."

I didn't know how I felt about that. It meant more time with Adrien, but he was sick, and something just felt off. I shrugged it off and we went to dinner.

We had soup, and I supposed it was to help him feel better. It was good, so I didn't mind.

"This is very good," I said.

He smiled.

"It's the same stuff my mom used to make."

I smiled, happy that it made him happy. Though I was curious, I didn't want to ask him about his mother. It might be a touchy subject still.

I looked around, seeing a painting on the wall. It was of their family all together.

Dinner was actually pretty fun, and I didn't even realize how late it had gotten. It was seven o'clock and already dark.

The woman with the glasses and the bun, who I learned was named Nathalie, came into the kitchen.

"Adrien, the rest of the staff and myself are off to bed now. Is your friend staying the night?"

Adrien and I looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

"It's too dark to walk home, I think it's in your best interest to stay here. We could call your parents if that would be necessary," Nathalie said.

"Uhm alright, but that's okay. I can text my mom she'll understand."
Nathalie nodded, our empty dishes were taken from us and we were left alone once again.

"I'm gonna text my mom really quick," I said.

MARI: Hey mom, so my clothes aren't dry yet so I'm going to stay the night. I'll be back home tomorrow ASAP. Don't worry, he's just a friend, nothing will happen.

MOM: Okay, I trust you, but don't give me a reason not to after tonight.

MARI: Okay, love you! Goodnight!

MOM: Love you too! See you tomorrow!

I put my phone back in my bag.

"Wanna go watch a movie?" Adrien asked.

"Sure." I smiled, walking with him to his room.

"Which one do you want to watch?"

"What do you have?"

"We've got The Artist, Amelie, La Vie en Rose…"

He listed a few more before we ended up choosing one that I had never heard of. It was an American movie called The Ring.

"It's kinda scary…" He said.

"I think I can handle it," I said.

We sat on the couch covered in blankets as the movie played. It was a pretty normal movie at first, but I closed my eyes when the tape started to play, just in case. That made him laugh, which only made me blush.

He wrapped an arm around me and I felt my heartbeat get faster.

"It's just a movie," he said.

"What are you talking about, I'm not scared," I said, but my voice shook.

He laughed, and I eventually began to lean into him. I completely forgot about him being sick, but he looked a lot better. The color had returned to his face and he hadn't said anything, so I trusted that he wouldn't be so close to me if he didn't feel better.

Internally, it took a while to stop freaking out. I was actually cuddling on a couch with my crush in his room, watching a scary movie, and spending the night. Take that, Chloe.

Author's note:

Okay, so there was a little issue uploading this the first time, fingers crossed it works this time! I want to thank all of you for reading this and for your reviews, you guys are really sweet! Also, any ideas you guys have or advice on how to be a better writer would be greatly appreciated! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy the second chapter!