Chapter 8: Hair Down

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Marinette felt the tap on her shoulder as she abruptly spun around to welcome the intruder of her slumbering thoughts.

"Hey." He said, his emerald green eyes were pierced on her, "Why didn't you let your hair down before? You look beautiful. Not that you didn't before."

Her face heated up at his words, she hid her blushing face in the loose strands of her hair. There was a reason she'd never let her hair down then.

"Come on, Let's go!" Her heart raced as he took her hand, dragging her along with him. She could feel the warmth of his entwined hand, it made her feel fuzzy. The sun scorching down on them suddenly felt brighter as she stared at him running in front of her. She didn't know where they were going but little did he know that she would go anywhere in the world with him.

He suddenly paused in his footsteps as he turned his head towards her and gave her one of his gentle smiles. There was those smiles that would always make her heart leap, she swore that the blood would gush through her arteries much quicker.

"Close your eyes." The calm tone of his voice pleaded.

"W-What?" Her voice breathed in befuddlement as he took her other hand in his, as he looked down at her pleadingly.

"You trust me, right?" The sun fell in dapples on his face as she could feel the authentic stare of his eyes fixed at her.

"Always." She said without a moment of doubt, as her eyes fluttered shut. He was the boy she fell in love with. And she trusted him with all her life.

She felt him drag her along as her feet scraped off the warm sand and the hot summer breeze brushed over her face. It was usually odd to go somewhere without knowing where you were going. But as long as his hand was in hers, she knew that she was safe.

A little way ahead, she felt herself being seated down on something soft, she carefully crossed her legs as she felt the sound of the heavy breeze grew heavier. They were somewhere near water.

"You can open your eyes now." His voice sounded in her ears and her eyes fluttered open.

The chirping of the evening bird's flight reached her ears as her gasp echoed in sync with the silent melody of the Seine waters. The golden sun was setting, spreading the sky with a symphony of warm colours: red, orange and pink, no clouds, no people, it was perfect and beautiful.

Her eyes whipped to him, he sat in front of her bashfully, he rubbed his neck. It was an anxious habit of his.

"Do you like it?" He asked almost childishly as hope and thrill glistened in his eyes. It was cute.

"I love it." She replied squeezing his warm hand. Their entangled hands rested on the blanket between them. The moment felt perfect. It felt right. "How did you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Find this beautiful place. There's not a single person around. Don't places like this crave for publicity?" If this place was well-known, the public would eat up its beauty. But it was just the two of them.

"I have my ways." He cattishly smirked down at her, "Besides, finding beauty in the world is not that hard." He glanced right at her, he leaned forward to whisper something in her ear, "I found you."

Her heart pounded loudly in her chest, as a blush bloomed on her face. He was so close that she was sure he sensed it. Futile as it was, she still brushed a few strands of her hair on her face.

He chuckled at her, as he used his other hand to gently stroke the hair off her face. Beaming down at her, he cupped his hand to her cheek. Her head angled closer towards him. The racing of her heart passed its comprehensible rate as they leaned closer toward each other. She was so close to him that their noses bumped together, upon command, both fluttered their eyes closed. His lips were mere centimetres away from her own...

"Marinette! Marinette!" Her best friend's voice echoed in her ears....wait...what?

"Wake up! Miss. Bustier has called your name three times already!"

She groggily opened her eyes, and blinked a several times, letting out a huge yawn.

Abruptly, she froze as she realised that all eyes in the room were fixated at her. Oh god, she had fallen asleep in class again!

Her eyes shifted to the boy seated in front of her who was giving her a warm smile. Her cheeks went red as she realised what she was dreaming about. No! No! No! She wouldn't be able to stay put around him now! Not with that dream in her head!

"upain-Cheng, Marinette! Dupain-Cheng, Marinette! MARINETTE!" She sprung up to her feet as she realised that the teacher had called her name thrice already since she woke up. So, in total, her name had been called six times now. That was one way to stay stuck on one student's name on the register.

"P-present." She squeaked out raising her hand as her face grew redder. The whole class's silent chuckles turned into bursts of laughter as Miss. Bustier shook her head at Marinette's antics. She was pretty much used to them by now.

Marinette sunk low in her seat as she buried her face on her desk. She might as well go into it.

Stupid akumas. Stupid sleep. Stupid dreams! It was like the dream had taken place inside a completely alternate universe. More like an alternate timeline. Also, Adrien was dating Kagami for weeks now. She can't still have dreams like this and wish they were real. But it seemed so realistic.

She peeped her head out and glanced down at the blonde who was talking with Nino. Her heart ached as visions of the dream spurred through her head. Dreams were supposed to be fazed, blurry and focused on innermost feelings. Remembering what the dream was about was almost impossible for a human. But this dream was so vivid, almost like it was an actual memory, more like a long-forgotten one...No, that was impossible! She would know if it happened, and what happened was near-to-impossible, there was no way that could've happened. It would have to be a completely different universe for it to happen. It would never happen in her own world.

Adrien's eyes slowly drifted towards her, she awkwardly jumped to sit straight, a sheepish smile on her face. Despite being caught staring, he smiled at her.

"Hey! You should let your hair down more often. You look beautiful." His smile stretched into her eyes.

Wha-What? A hint of deja-vu hit her with the budding blush on her face. She reached up to tease the loose locks of her hair. She must've forgotten to tie her hair in the morning.

"Th-thank y-you." She stuttered. Something she hadn't done in front of him for a long time, as warmth gushed over her. She reciprocated his smile. They were stuck in some sort of magical trance.

"Page thirty-four, please everyone. We've wasted enough time already." Miss. Bustier's voice broke the trance as Adrien reached out to grab his tablet from the bag.

Marinette, who was still dreamily smiling at him, reached up to her bag and unfocusedly trailed her fingers through the edges of her books. No! No! Stop, Marinette! This is bad. It is bad.

She shook her head as she pulled her tablet out, tightening her lips, and trying to avoid her eyes from going back to the blonde boy.

Alya nudged her elbow as she fiddled with the tablet, "What was that?" Alya asked beckoning at Adrien.

"I- "She hesitated. Contemplating all the answers in her head, figuring out which was the right one to say. In the end, she felt none of them were right, "I don't know." She stared back into her tablet.

"Look, Marinette, whatever you do, please don't get yourself hurt, okay." Alya pleaded, concern threaded her voice.

"Not again. Please make the choice that makes you happy. Don't get yourself hurt."

Her eyes briefly flickered over to Adrien. The thing was, there were multiple choices that would make her happy, but none of them felt right. And she'd rather not do anything that was wrong. It wasn't her.

"I will, Alya. Someday..." She gazed back to her best friend, "I will know what to do."

She will find both the right and happy choice. She knew she would. Until then...

She had multiple warring thoughts to face. And it wasn't going to be easy.

Thoughts on Marinette's dream? I'd like to hear them. (And Haha...I tricked to you all!)

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