That about Wraps it Up! one-shot story by Summer Cheng (@SummerCheng37)
Description
Adrien was almost finished with the last photo shoot for the year and had no idea where to go next. Little did he know the girl who watched him from the park bench had plans for him.
Adrien's POV:
"Come on now, stand still."
"Ugh, Vince, I am tired."
"Yeah, Vince, he is plum worn out."
I looked up to see who spoke and saw this cute girl sitting afar on a bench.
Goodness, did I say she was cute?
Yep, I was in trouble.
I liked her but had no idea how to tell her.
It was the last one for the year.
I was grateful my father had not scheduled any more until next year.
At least I could have some Christmas break from the entire ridiculous thing.
I had not set out to be a model.
A few hours later, "Adrien, That about Wraps It Up, You may go now."
I waved to Vince, "Thanks, have a good Christmas!"
"Merry Christmas, Adrien!"
I spun around after Vince left when I heard someone call my name.
"Adrien, you ready?"
"R-ready for w-what exactly?"
"Ha, ha, very funny."
"I am serious."
" I am serious about you too."
I blushed.
I took her hand and let her take me to the top of the Eiffel Tower.
I was surprised at the scene.
I saw a picnic blanket, napkins, glasses, plates, forks, spoons, knives, bowls, fruits, cheeses, chicken wings, a salad, and much more.
"Ugh, where did all this come from?"
"I set it up earlier with some help from a friend."
"Ah, well, I believe your friend has good tastes."
This time it was her turn to blush. I laughed.
The food was delicious, the view was great, and the company was even greater.
"A-Adrien?"
"Y-yes, M-Marinette?"
"Could you go with me to meet my grandfather?"
"S-sure."
"Good, I was hoping you would."
I felt honored she would ask me to go see her grandfather. Then, I wondered, why me? Why did she feel a need to have me tag along when she went to visit him?
"Adrien, I just needed someone to keep me company and to convince Grandfather I'm not a loner."
"I see."
Time skip brought to you by miraculous ladybugs...
...One day later, I met her as promised the night before.
I went with her to the bus station. I climbed aboard and sat next to her.
We took the bus across town. Then, we climbed aboard a train, and she fell asleep.
I heard a small sigh, then a light snore.
I smiled. She was adorable. I draped my jacket over her shoulders since she shivered in her sleep.
Soon, I joined her from exhaustion.
2 hours later, I woke up to someone tapping me on the shoulder. I smiled at her.
The sleeping beauty was awake.
"Good morning, Marinette."
"Good morning, Adrien."
The two arrived safely at her grandfather's house, unboarded the train, and climbed the steps that led up to his front porch.
"Grandfather, grandfather I am here."
"Marinette, my granddaughter. Who do we have here?"
"He is my boyfriend, The one I have been telling you about."
I knew I wasn't her boyfriend, but I didn't correct her.
The two of us went inside.
"So, does this boyfriend of yours have a name?"
"Yes, Grandpa, his name is Adrien, Adrien Agreste."
"Adrien Agreste, he must be a kin to the late Emilie Agreste and Gabriel Agreste."
"Yes, he is."
I took her bags to the room on the left and placed mine inside the room across from it.
I returned to see her and her grandfather chatting up a storm.
I grinned. This fake boyfriend business was shady, but I could let her down. Besides, she never needed to know about my crush on her.
I sat at the table. She sat beside me, and then her grandfather served our dinner and took his seat.
"Thanks, sir."
"Sir, why so formal? Do call me, Grandpa Roland."
"Sure, if you insist."
"Yes, I insist, especially since you and Marinette will be married immediately."
I gasped. Marinette had not said anything about marriage to me.
What brought that on?
After the meal, I helped her with the dishes, but when she got some soap on her chin, I wiped it off, then, before I could lose my nerve, I reached up and touched her lip with my thumb.
"A-Adrien, what are you doing to me?"
I did not say a word.
I watched as she blushed.
I did the same.
I muttered, "Please, let me kiss you, girlfriend."
I knew we weren't dating, but no harm could come from a kiss.
"F-fine, but only on the ch-cheek."
I kissed her cheek, then the other one.
I spun her around, and despite her protest, I slowly pressed my lips into her luscious pink ones. I had to know what they tasted like. Was it true they tasted like honeysuckles or cookies?
I noticed a small hint of peppermint, chocolate, and vanilla.
Mmm, she was so good.
I heard myself moan. I blushed harder when I realized she had not shoved me away.
Instead, she had closed her beautiful blue eyes and started to return the kiss. I felt her wrap her arms around me.
I did the same to her.
I almost pushed her against the wall and...
I stopped before I could take anything further, I could not take advantage of her like that it would not be right. Besides, she was not even mine.
I had to get myself together. Why had I kissed her?
I pulled away, but before I could ask her what was happening, I felt her grab my face and pull me closer.
Closer, closer, until her lips crashed into mine. This time she had started it.
I deepened it.
Oh, I could get used to the kisses, the taste of her lips against mine.
How could I ever let her go now? How could things ever be the same between us? Did I want this to end? I longed to know what all this meant.
Why me? Why had she brought me here?
Her grandfather had made that remark about my marrying her and I could not get it out of my mind. Was he serious or just testing me?
the end...
Until, the next one-shot story,
bye-bye, little owlets!
Summer out!
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