Chapter 8: Designs
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Adrien's POV...
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All week Marinette has been nose deep in what I believe to be her sketch book. And I've been dying to see them. But she guards that book like a hawk and never lets anyone sees. It's honestly killing me.
I had a study hall for third period. So I went to the library. There weren't many students there. Most kids who get study halls usually take bathroom passes and then roam the halls until next period. But none other than Marinette was there. Sitting at a table with her head lying on her arms. Was she really...
...sleeping?
I quietly and carefully approached her. Yep. Sleeping. She looked so peaceful. So beautiful-.. okay. Just a friend, Agreste. Get it together.
I realized her sketch book was lying on the table she was sleeping on. My hands twitched at my sides. I was just aching to get my hands on that thing and now it was right here in front of me. But do I grab it? That would be invading her privacy... and I don't want to do that.
But my hands were twitching at my sides and I just had to see them. I already knew that Marinette is a talented designer. Every time she made something it turned out just as beautiful as she is. I had to see.
Anything as beautiful as her is worth seeing.
I picked up the sketch book and started to flip through the pages. It was amazing. All of it, every single sketch, every little detail made my eyes widen further. I really understand how she drew this, let alone thought of the idea.
And thought of her wearing any of these designs nearly made my heart explode in chest at the next beat it took.
I looked down at Marinette as she made a noise in her sleep, signaling she was waking. I quickly shut the light pink polka-dotted sketch book and set it back right where I had found it before quietly but quickly stepping away right as she woke.
Hopefully she'd never know.