Published: 5/20/2016; Friday; 10:35pm; Unedited

IT'S SUMMER.

KILL ME.

🐱✉️🐱

My Dearest Ladybug,

I believe you still have my umbrella.

🐞

In a brief sense of panic, her eyes flickered to the black umbrella that was leaning in a corner of her room, has been for a long time now. She was scared, had he already found out? Did he know?

🐱

Unfortunately for me, I still don't know who you are, but I'm remembering bits and pieces at a time.

Also, out of curiosity, what shade of blue are your eyes? I don't think I've ever seen that color of blue before...

You're going to be busy? With what?

And if I ever seem too pushy or crossing boundaries with the questions, tell me! Don't want to make you feel pressured.

I also want to know-- what made you hate me?

Yours truly,
Adrien Agreste

🐱✉️🐱

🐞

She breathed slowly, trying to calm herself down. She was home, already dressed for bed, and her parents were going to be out for a few days, her aunt had fallen ill and they immediately went to help her out. She promised to mind the store for a few hours a day as to not lose business and there was already a sign out for tomorrow to show the hours the bakery would be open.

She still couldn't believe that this was happening, Adrien Agreste, the love of her life, wanted to know her. He was trying to remember her.

But that was also what hit her hard-- he didn't remember her. She though he wanted to be friends, but just like usual, she faded into the background. She only sits behind him in a few classes (being History, Reading, and Language Arts) and others (Algebra and Physics) she sat at the back of class along with Alya, and sometimes even Nathanael (?) to have a collab-doodle on a paper and even shared some ideas.

She pulled out her stationary, and uncapping her ladybug pen (which wrote in red-glittery ink) and started writing, though keeping it very short and straightforward. He wants to know, she'll let him know-- subtly.

Once she finished the letter, she placed it in a light pink envelope, stuck a ladybug sticker on it, and tucked it safely in her bag. She sent a text to Alya that she had a new letter before plugging it in, and getting in bed, drifting off to sleep not long after.

Unfortunately, she didn't see Alya's reply: Chloe knows about 'Ladybug'.

🐞

She smiled, for once not being late to class-- to school in general-- and decided to just give Nino the letter herself since he was already there (he was really surprised that she did something so risky) and was sitting on a bench, waiting for Alya to arrive.

She felt refreshed! She was happy, though a little anxious, she knew today was going to be a good day. She felt lucky.

"Well, if it isn't Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

She takes that back. She's extremely unlucky.

🐞✉️🐞

Adrien,

I know you want to know who I am, but I'm just afraid that you'll be disappointed with what you see. I don't want your expectations on me to just...

I just...

I hated you.

Because I thought you were like Chloe, that's why I didn't like you. Why I would turn away from you, I wouldn't listen to your side of the story.

For that I am extremely sorry.

Also, yes, I still have your umbrella. I just didn't know how to fervor back to you honestly.

Blue-bell. My best friend looked up the color of my eyes once, saying they were "so unique" and that she "was so fed up not knowing the shade of blue" it was. I have blue-bell eyes.

I don't mind the questions, but I'll be busy helping my parents with something that I won't have time to write. I'll try to fit it in my schedule, but no guarantee or promises on anything.

But Adrien...why? Why do you want to know who I am?

Sincerely,
Ladybug

🐞✉️🐞

🐱

Adrien stared with wide eyes at the letter, he didn't know she was so...

Insecure.

For her to feel like she would disappoint his expectations of her? Expectations? What expectations?! He doesn't care about what she looks like, or if his father won't approve-- she accepts him for who he is.

Not just his father's son, a famous model, not just because he's attractive, but as himself. Adrien Agreste. Teenager. Fellow classmate and student. A person.

And he would accept her for who she is, just as she did with him.