Welp, this one is late as well. I should be on track, for the most part. Here it is. Like the other days, this is on AO3!
Marinette dodged around corners, looking behind her so often. She knew she had to be careful. One wrong move and she would be found.
When the coast was clear, she darted behind a bush. She crouch, breathing heavily. She peeked over the bush. Her pursuer wasn’t in sight but that could quickly change.
Marinette flailed and let out a garbled nose. Her back was approaching the ground. She accepted that she was going to have a bruise with her eyes closed. She opened one eye when she didn’t meet the floor.
Adrien had wound an arm around her waist which effectively stopped her.
His eyebrow rose. “Should I ask why?”
“Shit, let’s go.” Adrien tugged her through the streets. They both traveled the streets while keeping an awareness of behind them for the reporter.
“What made you hail the fury of Alya?” He asked as they hustled.
“I don’t know! I was walking around when she shouted my name,” Marinette said, looking behind them as if saying her name would summon her. “Where are we going?”
“There’s a place I know where no one will find us.” Adrien weaved through the Parisians as he lead her to this secret location.
Marinette blinked. “It sounds as if you’re going to murder me.”
She let out an offended gasp. “I am at least a six on the murderable scale.”
“Is that a thing?” Adrien turned confused eyes to her for a second before they went back to ahead of him.
“Well, you surpass a six on other scales,” He commented.
A second of silence passed. “And what are the other scales?”
“Uh,” Adrien paused as his face slowly turned red, “clumsiness and talent.”
“You said that too quickly.” Marinette narrowed her eyes.”
She looked at him for a minute longer. “I still don’t believe you.”
He shrugged. “Believe what you want.”
With a quick glance behind him, Adrien pulled her into an alleyway. Twists and turns later, he stopped in front of a ladder. “After you, madame.”
“Can you even do that with your ankle?” Marinette cast a glace to the appendage.
“The doc said I needed to stretch it,” he said.
She raised an eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure that your doctor didn’t mean climbing ladders in alleys.”
“You do want to hide fro Alya, right?”
She looked behind her and decided to climb the ladder. “Don’t complain to me when your ankle hurts again,” she called down as she climbed.
“My lips will be sealed,” Adrien said.
When Marinette made it to the roof, Adrien followed up. “It’s not too much farther.”
Over the next ten minutes, Adrien and her ran across the roofs of Paris. It was surprising that she was able to keep up without being Ladybug. All the running must have been helping. Adrien was, despite his ankle being sprained, keeping pace without incident.
Adrien slowed down. “It’s around the corner.”
True to his word, around the corner there was an alcove with a stone bench. “How did you find this?” She asked.
“Oh, uh, I got lost one day and climbed up on the roofs and walked around. I found this shortly after I got up here,” he said.
Marinette giggled. “You got lost and instead of asking for directions, you decided to go on the roofs?”
“Yes,” he nodded, “not my finest moments.”
The bench was warmed by the sun, she noticed when they sat down. They had the view of the bustling streets of Paris.
“Over there,” Adrien pointed to the right of her, “is where the school is and over there,” his finger moved to the left a bit, “is the Eiffel Tower.”
Marinette squinted and could see it in the distance. “Wow, you must come up here a lot.”
He shrugged. “It’s also where I go to hide when I skip out on the Gorilla.”
“Thank you for sharing this with me,” she said.
“Anything for you.” He had a fond look on his face.
Marinette felt her face heat up. She was about to speak up when her phone rang. Her face went white as she saw the caller ID.
Adrien made a noise in confusion and she turned it to him. His eyes widened. “Answer it!”
She shook her head. “Nope, not going to face that wrath.”
“If you don’t, it’ll be worse.”
Her resolve broke. “Hey, Alya,” she answered the phone.
“Where the hell are you?” Her best friend asked loudly. Marinette pulled the phone away from her ear. Adrien winced at the volume.
“Marinette,” Alya said in a warning tone.
“You have some explaining because your phone says that you aren’t near your house.”
“Did you track my phone?” Marinette exclaimed.
“You disappeared!” Alya said. “I saw you and then you were gone.”
“You shouted my name earlier and you’re scary when you’re mad,” Marinette defended herself.
Alya sighed. “I’m not mad at you. I have some gossip.”
Adrien tilted his head in question. Marinette put a thumbs up.
“Seriously though, where are you? Your phone says that you’re right here.”
Marinette stood up and walked to the edge of the roof. On the ground was the red hair of Alya. “I can see you.” She leaned on the edge.
Alya looked around slowly. “I still can’t see you.”
Marinette turned to Adrien with a giggle. He was smiling too. She pointed down to Alya and his smile got bigger.
“Shall we mess with her?” he whispered in her ear.
Her brows furrowed in confusion.
“Yell her name and duck.”
Marinette did that exactly.
“I heard you, but I don’t see you,” Alya said.
She smothered her giggles. She leaned over and shouted her name again and ducked back down.
Marinette stood back up and leaned on the edge. “Isn’t it a nice day out? The sun is up and shining.”
Alya finally looked up and spotted her. “How in the hell did you get up there?”
“I’ll never tell,” Marinette sing songed.
“You better come down soon, I have some big news,” Alya said.
“I’ll be down, see you soon.”
“See you.” Marinette hung up.
Adrien laughed. “That was fun.”
“It was,” she said. “Thank you again.”
“Anytime. It’s our spot now.” Adrien held out his pinkie.
She linked it with his. “Our spot.”
She let go and pressed a kiss to his cheek. As she walked away, her face was alight. She would definitely be coming here again.
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