Took longer than expected @megnetsworld the episode Copycat? This takes place then.
She wasn't sure what to do. Adrien was following her, no doubt wondering what she needed to tell him.
Oh god, she was finally going to tell him. After being in love with him since that day with the umbrella.
First, Alya had convinced her to call Adrien to tell him, then Marinette left that stupid voice mail and had to delete it and now she had advanced in a single day to confessing in person.
She was a small bit absolutely terrified.
When they stopped in an empty room, Marinette's nerves kicked into high gear. The usual questions fluttered about her head:
What if he doesn't like me?
What if he likes someone else?
What if he knows I stole his phone!
Then he'd never like me and he'd end up with Chloe or -- I wouldn't marry him and Emma, Hugo, and Louis will never be born and I won't have a pet hamster and I can't get a job working for Gabriel Agreste because it'll be too awkward working with Adrien and I'll have to move to China and I don't even know Chinese! I shouldn't have stolen his phone!
Marinette froze. Had she said that out loud?
"Yeah." Adrien smiled awkwardly.
Had she said all of that out loud?
Maybe she should actually talk to him, "Nothing! I was just thinking about you. I mean, talking to myself! I mean! I was just! Uh! Thinking! To myself! Not about you!"
"Oh, okay." Adrien's awkward smile returned like the sun after a storm, "So, um, why'd you steal my phone?"
"It definitely wasn't because I left an embarrassing voice message on it after calling you trying to confess my undying love to you."
Maybe she should seriously consider sewing her mouth shut.
Golden eyebrows furrowed above the bright green gems Adrien called eyes. The blonde stared at her, letting an uncomfortable silence settle over the pair.
"So," Adrien began, reaching up to rub the back of his neck, "Can, can I have it back?"
Oh, right, "Of course! Here!" She pulled the phone out of her bag and shoved it into his chest, "Hereyougo."
"Thanks," he replied, fumbling the device in his second hand. He turned it over, booting it up in front of her.
Marinette looked to the ground, mustering the courage to keep speaking. To tell him what was really on her mind. What she really felt.
Her plan didn't last a second when Adrien said, "Oh, I have a voice mail. From you, actually."
Marinette's heart plummeted with the cold realization that she forgot to delete the message. That was the entire reason she had stolen the phone in the first place!
"Waitdon'tlistentothatmessage!" Marinette darted forward, aiming to wrestle the phone from his hand.
But he was already playing it. The phone fell out of his hands, speakers sounding as Marinette and Adrien both tumbled to the ground entangled with one another. The phone was, ever so inconveniently, just barely put of their reach.
"Hey, hot stuff," the girl's voice came through, "This is Marinette, I'd ask you on a date to a movie, but I've got such a crazy crush on you that the only way I can talk to you without foaming at the mouth is over this stupid phone. Pretty ridiculous, right?"
The message ended there, alongside Marinette's dignity. Her face was flooded by a fierce flush. Adrien's green eyes locked on to her blue ones.
"Oh, I get it." The blonde answered amiably. Marinette couldn't not feel his chest as he spoke, and she loved every second of it, even as she felt like melting. "You meant to dial your crush, but accidentally dialed me instead." Marinette barely heard him after he laughed, the vibration sending a pleasantness through her prone form. What was he saying, exactly? "Well, next time you can ask me to delete it, okay? We are friends, after all."
Adrien slowly got up, pulling Marinette up with him, as the girl slowly processed his words.
"Good luck with your confession, by the way. I can't imagine anyone not falling for a great girl like you."
"Well," he dusted himself off, "I have to go. I have fencing practice I need to get to. I'll see you later."
And then he left. Marinette stared after him. She wasn't sure what to do.
