Marichat May, Day 15: Ridiculous Romantic Gestures
I’ve noticed that I’m not catching up. But! I’ve been managing to post everyday for the last five days. And this is the next part of “One Way or Another”.
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Marinette walked out of the doors and smiled to the shining sun. School was over, last night had been perfect, and the following evening was promising wonders.
Who could have guessed that she would fall head over heels for her dorky partner? Well, Tikki could. She had been telling her to pay attention to Chat Noir for years. Come to think of it, she had gotten unnaturally quiet about the matter lately.
Familiar male voices from behind made her snap out from her thoughts and hurry forward. She hadn’t texted Adrien yet, and she wanted to avoid questions, yet alone explain that she had been too distracted kissing her partner to think about the date-not date thing.
“Princess?” a voice called, and Marinette flinched, turning towards the source. An unknown blond boy stood there, smiling at her. Could he be?..
“You are Princess, right?” he pried.
“Oh… um… I g-guess?” she stammered. “Depending on who you are trying to find…”
“Then this is for you,” the boy grinned, placing a single red rose into her hands. “Your beauty rivals this rose!” he sing-songed. “Au revoir, mademoiselle!” The bowed, winked and disappeared, leaving the girl stare after him dumbfounded.
Marinette shook her head, regaining her composure and turned towards her home. She completely missed another blond, watching her from the top of the steps with a goofy smile.
“Dude,” Nino chuckled, shaking his head, “you could be less obvious right now.”
“She won’t notice,” Adrien breathed, watching her go.
The girl barely walked ten meters towards her house, when she bumped into someone.
“No need for that, Princess,” the man smiled, turning around. “Actually, I’ve been waiting for you.” He bowed and handed her a single red rose.
Marinette gaped at the flower in her hand. It looked just like the first one. “But Monsieur, ah…” she voiced, looking up. But there was no man any more. Instead of him, a six year old girl was standing in front of her.
“Are you really a princess?” she wondered
Marinette kneeled in front of the child. “No, sweetie, I’m just a normal girl.”
The little girl pouted. “But I was asked to give you this and call you princess!” She held out a red rose.
The young designer smiled, “You can keep it if you want.”
The girl looked at the flower, contemplating. “No,” she bid, furrowing her brows. “Mama will give me a candy if I do this.” She handed Marinette the rose and walked away.
The brunette looked around in confusion, but saw nothing that would explain what was happening. She shrugged and continued walking forward.
On a bus stop she saw a woman with a baby, struggling to get a carriage into a bus. The girl ran up to her and helped carry it in.
“Thank you so much!” the woman smiled and took out a rose. “This if for you!”
Marinette received the flower mechanically and watched the bus close its doors and drive away. She walked towards the traffic light, waiting it to turn green. An old lady stopped beside her on the sidewalk. “You’re such a nice girl,” she smiled. “And I’m really happy that you helped that woman.”
Marinette blinked in abashment. “Um… thank you?”
“This is for you,” the old lady bid, offering her a rose, “Princess.”
The girl accepted the flower, feeling her heart race. She looked around, serving for any trace of black on the roofs.
The light turned green, and Marinette crossed the road, smiling at the flowers in her arms. The bakery was crowded, she could see it from here. But as soon as she neared the door and grasped the handle, the people began drifting out, each of them holding a red flower.
Marinette’s head went spinning, her ears filled with “for you”, “Princess” and “beautiful”. And by the moment all the people had passed her, and left the bakery empty, the bouquet in her arms grew enormous in size.
“Welcome home, sweetie,” her mother called from the counter.
“I already like that boy,” her father spoke, coming to hug her. “This is for you, by the way.” He held out a single red rose, adding it to the pile in his daughter’s arms.
Marinette sniffled. “I… I have to go…” she mumbled, retreating upstairs.
“The vase is on the dinner table!” her mother called after her. “And make sure to bring him for dinner someday!”
Their daughter stopped on top of the stairs to beam at them. “Thank you!” she breathed before disappearing.
Her parents stared after her with soft smiles.
“So young,” Tom breathed dreamily.
“So romantic,” Sabine added, resting her head on his arm.
Meanwhile, Marinette stumbled into her room, holding a bouquet of roses in one arm and a vase in another.
After managing to fit all the flowers inside the vase and placing it on her desk, she looked up at her balcony hatch. She could only see the sky from here. The girl climbed up and peeked outside. No trace of Chat Noir. She almost closed the trap door, disappearing in her room again, when she caught a glimpse of red.
The girl climbed up. There, on her table, lay a single red rose with a note.
“Roses are red, violets are blue.
I can’t wait to say how much I love you.”
Marinette closed her eyes, bringing the rose to her nose and breathing in.
“You stupid cat,” she murmured. “Did you even have to try so hard?”
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