Marinette

  I tried to stop crying, I really did... I didn't even get his phone number-- because I couldn't even have a phone! He was doing missions all around the world so it was very unlikely I would ever see him again. And with that, I began to cry again...

  It was fine, I had nothing to worry about. If we really were meant to be, then I would see him again. So I had nothing to worry about... I wiped my face with a paper towel, blowing my nose and pulling my hair into a messy bun, nothing to worry about...

  I took a deep breath, relaxing my shoulders. I was going to be fine. I washed my face with soap and water, slipping on a maroon dress that Adrien picked... Adrien... My eyes watered and I continuously reminded myself that it was okay, I was okay...

  I put on a bit of concealer to hide any remaining tear stains, I added a bit of blush and highlighter, finishing off with some lip gloss and mascara. I looked at myself in the mirror, this new guy that was protecting me...

It wasn't Adrien.

  I sighed, it was 4:57 so I quickly ran down to the lobby of the hotel. I looked around, Adrien said that he always wears a suit or something like that. My lips parted as I saw a guy with brown hair and a black tight suit behind the stair case.

  I started to walk over to him, he looked at me, then walked over to me which made me kind of scared with the look he was giving me. I started to back away as he pulled out a white cloth. I ran but he was quicker, grabbing my wrist and pulling me back, muffling my voice so I couldn't scream for help.

  "I've got the girl. Adrien might be looking for her I need back up!" I heard him say. I frowned, kicking him right in the balls and I ran to find Adrien... And then I remembered, he was gone... and I was alone, and no one was here to protect me.

Or so I thought.

  I was quickly pulled back and muffled once again. Tears glossed over my eyes, there was no escaping this time was there? I kicked and punched him, trying to cry for help, I bit his nasty cold fingers and  screamed the only name I could think of, "ADRIEN!!!!!!!"

  I was silenced as I was collecting attention from others in the lobby. My wrists were tied with rope as I was pulled outside, "Let her go!" I heard a familiar voice say, it was... Adrien?! My eyes widened, I could feel myself be torn apart from the man who was about to kidnap me.

  I watched as a different man in a black tight suit punched the other guy in the face to which he fell straight on the floor. I was picked up off the ground, My hands still tied with rope, my cheeks turned a crimson red as I stared at the muscular handsome man who was carrying me.

"Marinette are you okay?!"

  Disclaimer: This art belongs to edendaphne please go follow her! ❤ but this is the way he got his hair cut...

Adrien

I was so dead...

  I watched as she looked around, nervous as to how I would approach her. I had gotten lost into space, beginning to feel anxiety, what if I accidentally kissed her because I had gotten used to it, and then what if she thought I was some pervert?!

  Or what if I brought up something about living with her in the college room and she discovered I'm Adrien and then Mr. O'Neal fired me and all my dreams would be crushed and all my hard work would be worth nothing?!

  But... Maybe it wasn't my dream to be a spy, maybe it was just my expectation... Suddenly my thoughts were shattered as I once again re-entered reality to be awoken to the sound of someone screaming my name. My eyes widened with horror as as my eyes searched for the caller.

  I saw Marinette being pulled outside, I ushered myself towards the scene, punching the man who held her right to the floor. I realized I had knocked over Marinette and quickly picked her up, my eyes clear with worry.

"Marinette are you okay?!"

  Her eyes were wide and her cheeks were red, and I realized, right now... I wasn't Adrien. It didn't matter, I needed to get her to safety. I quickly pulled out a gun and shot the man's tires, people around us beginning to panic as I quickly ran to the nearest car.

  I set her down, punching the glass window as it shattered. I hurriedly hot wired it, ushering Marinette into the car as I quickly drove away. Marinette screamed as we began to get shot at. I drove past the cars that were faced the opposite direction of us, drifting onto another street.

  She panted, her eyes wide with horror as I sped past the buildings. She held on tight to the car seat, the coast was clear. I let out a sigh of relief, continuing to drive. "Who the hell are you and where are we going!?" She exclaimed, my lips parted.

  "I can't tell you my name, but you can call me Chat." She whimpered as I grunted, drifting across another street. "We're going to the airport, ever been to New York before?" Her eyes widened. "N-no." She stuttered. I chuckled, "Well then, let's just call it a vacation."

  She frowned, and I could already tell... She was going to hate me. And I didn't blame her, in fact, she was distant the whole plane ride. But I remembered, I had to keep our relationship professional, it was what was best for her.... Right?

  Mr. O'Neal didn't want me to get close to her, apparently it put her in danger because if I was in danger she could risk her life for me, and that was the opposite of what our goal was. I was going to keep her safe. And if I wanted to assure her safety,

  I was just going to have to except her new Change of Attitude.

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