Adrien's POV

I woke up with a dizzy feeling. It's been a day since I haven't seen dad and I'm here, feeling sick. I sat up and saw a girl sitting on a chair beside my bed. She had her head placed in her arms as she slept. It was my friend, Marinette.

I stood up so I could make her sleep in my bed but then, I fell on the floor due to being weak. I groaned because of the pain and it wake Marinette up. "Adrien!" She said and helped me stand up. "You should just rest."

I sat back on the bed as I looked at Marinette. She just smiled at me. I smiled back at her. "Just rest." She simply said as I laid myself on the bed. I patted the space beside me, gesturing for her to sleep beside me. "Come, sleep beside me."

She blushed in a shade of pink and I found that very adorable. Argh! She's just your friend okay. Don't think of stuff like that.

After a minute, she sat beside me and laid herself down. Since we both can't sleep yet, we decided to talk to each other.

"So how did you catch yourself a fever? I was really worried." She said as she was staring at the ceiling. Worried? This is the first time a person said he or she is worried for me.

"Well yesterday, it was my dad's birthday and I decided to make him some dinner. A roasted Turkey and some pudding for dessert. But the moment he saw the pudding, he got mad at me and he said that he's allergic to it. He really got so mad that he left the dining table, not touching any food, and not opening the present I got for him.  That night, I began thinking what I did wrong." I said, feeling sad of what I did.

With that, Marinette stopped staring at the ceiling and looked at me instead. "Don't worry. People make mistakes." She said and because of that, I hugged her.

As we pulled away, I noticed that she was blushing really hard. She is red like a tomato. How strange! I wonder why though.

•~•~•

It is already 6:30 in the evening and Marinette had left an hour ago. I am now in my window watching the people roam around the busy city of Paris.

Marinette is just a friend of mine but why I am still yearning for her? Is it because of the fact that I wasn't pampered like that before? Is it because other than Mom, Marinette was the only one who took care of me while I'm sick?

While I was still at the window, I remembered the moment that had happened earlier, the time when I hugged her. While I was hugging her, I felt warmth. Warmth that I had never felt from anyone except mom of course, but this is different. Way more different.  But now, why am I still yearning for that 'warmth'? Is it because I am now in love with her? Is it because I love Marinette more than ladybug? I think I know what to do...

Marinette's POV

I am now in my desk, thinking of the things that had happened earlier. It was normal yet it feels different. Adrien wasn't like that to me before so why is he acting like that?

As I was deep in my thoughts, Tikki had already finished her chocolate chip cookie. "Hey Marinette, what are you thinking about? You seemed to be lost in thoughts? Is it because of Adrien?"

I sighed as I looked at the kwami in front of me. "I don't know Tikki. I'm just confused of his behavior."

The red little kwami just smiled at me. "Maybe, he feels the same for you."

I rolled my eyes at Tikki's ridiculous statement. But then, my jolly attitude faded a bit. "I don't know Tikki. What if he doesn't?" I asked.

Tikki just smiled and went a bit forward. "Well stay positive. We still don't know that yet."

I just nodded. "Okay. I will."

I stood up from my seat and left the desk with my kwami beside me. We headed upstairs to the balcony where I can see the Eiffel Tower glistening even if it's already night.

I sighed at the wonderful sight. Paris is the city of love and I feel very positive about that. And by that, I meant that everyone deserves to be happy and loved- loved by someone who truly loves him or her.

I began thinking. If Adrien knew about my feelings... Will we remain the same? Will we end up with a happily ever after? Or everything would go down in flames?

I hope the last one won't happen. And if he did knew, I just hope that we would remain friends. I just can't stand being away from him.

Oh Adrien, what have you done to me?