"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow!" I wave to my teammates, heading back to the locker room. "It needs a feather," I stop in the doorway to find Marinette pacing back and forth, a frantic look on her face.
"Marinette?" I step further into the room. "Do you need help?" she jumps and squeaks, sounding like the cute little mouse she is. "I have five hours to come up with a design for a fashion contest I entered, and it needs to include feathers!"
I take hold of her shoulders. "Okay, let's take a moment to breathe. Remember, this isn't your first creation with feathers. I still have that hat you made me." Her head shoots up in surprise. "You kept it?" her voice raises a few octaves. "Even though your not modeling anymore?"
"The hat came from you, and that's what makes it special. Even if I am allergic to feathers." Marinette sighs. "To bad I can't just make you a angel, Adrien. Your so good." "What's wrong with a angel?" "Nothing, but I want something original! Different! That will make them say wow!"
We sit down on a small bench, and I take off my backpack, my books tumbling out. "Oops! Guess you didn't zip this all the way…" Marinette's voice trails off as she holds my history book. I smile. "Your wearing that look, Marinette."
"Adrien, your a genius!" I blush, scratching the back of my neck. "Um, thanks!" "No, listen! In history we're studying Icurius, and he had wings!" She takes my hand. "Will you model for me?" I laugh. "On two conditions," I tell her standing up. "What?" "I buy you Starbucks while you run to the craft store and buy some fake feathers!"
She grins, holding out her fist. "Deal!" We bump fists, and I want to say, "Pound it!" But that would be giving way to much away.
Marinette sighs happily as we head to the shops. "Thanks for helping, Adrien." I take her hand, raising it to my lips. "That's what boyfriends are for."
It feels good to help, after all, she would the same for me.
