《The Gift: A Miraculous Fanfiction》A Note
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Adrien stared at the door during class. He was waiting for Marinette to come back from the nurse's office. His heart soared a little when he saw Alya open the door and walk in. It sank again, however, when he realized that Marinette wasn't with her.
"Where's Marinette?" Adrien whispered over to her when she sat down.
"The nurse wanted her to rest for a while," she whispered back.
Adrien sighed and continued staring at the door.
Marinette didn't show up for their class. And she didn't show up for the next one either.
During lunch hour Adrien went back to the nurse's office.
"Is there any chance that I can see Marinette?" he asked the nurse.
"I'm afraid she's still resting. She hit her head pretty hard when she fell so she needs to lie down for a while."
"Oh okay," he said, disappointed. "Could you at least tell her that I came by?"
"Of course, sweetie," the nurse replied.
Adrien then met up with Alya and Nino for lunch, but he wasn't hungry enough to eat anything.
All day long he waited for her to rejoin their class, but she never did.
The final bell rang and the three friends went to the locker room to put their books away.
"So I'm having a little get-together at my house tomorrow night if you want to come over. I'm pretty much inviting everyone from class," Alya told Adrien when they were at their lockers.
"Okay, I'll have to ask my father," Adrien replied unenthusiastically.
"Is everything okay, dude?" Nino asked. "You've been acting strange all day."
"I just feel horrible about Marinette."
"It's okay Adrien," Alya said to him, noticing how upset he was. "I'm sure she's going to be fine."
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"Yeah, Marinette's a tough girl," Nino added. "I can't tell you guys how many times she's fallen since I've known her. She has to be used to it by now."
Alya chuckled. "Poor girl. I just don't understand what she tripped over." She looked around them. "I mean, there's nothing even here."
"She probably tripped over her own foot," Nino joked.
"Wait a second," Alya said, bending over and picking something up off the floor by the window. "Maybe she slipped on this."
It was a slim rectangular box with green wrapping.
Adrien's eyes went wide at seeing it. "That... that's what Marinette was holding before she fell," he said.
Alya stared at it. "Well it looks like it's for you," she said, holding the box out to Adrien.
He slowly reached over and took the gift from her hand. There was a note attached to it. A note that hadn't been there the night before when he first saw the gift.
Dear Adrien,
I thought you might still be looking for this. I hope you enjoy.
Love, your friend Marinette
P.S. I finally remembered to sign something. You should be very proud ;)
After reading the note, Adrien quickly unwrapped the gift. He gasped when he saw what it was.
His mother's face stared up at him from the cover of the DVD. The title 'Solitude' was written across the bottom.
Adrien couldn't breathe. Marinette had found his mother's movie. The movie he had been searching for, but was never able to find. The only time he had seen it was when he watched it in his room with his father. But after that his father took it back and he hadn't seen it since.
Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked at it. "It's my mom's movie," he explained quietly.
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Alya nodded slightly and glanced over at Nino.
Suddenly Adrien looked up at them. "I have to go see her," he said, putting the gift in his school bag. He hurried out of the locker room, leaving a confused Alya and Nino behind.
He ran straight to the nurse's office. "Is Marinette still here? I need to see her," he said, panting.
"Oh I'm sorry, but Marinette left a few minutes ago. I told her to go home and rest."
"Thank you!" he yelled over his shoulder, running out of the office.
He went to the courtyard and looked around, but she wasn't there. Then he rushed outside and looked up the sidewalk towards her house.
She was already about half way home.
Adrien sprinted down the sidewalk. "Marinette!" he called out.
At hearing her name and recognizing the voice that said it, Marinette stopped. She turned around once Adrien caught up with her. They were about two meters apart from one another.
Adrien took a moment to catch his breath, and then he spoke. "Th... thank you for my mom's movie," he sputtered out.
Marinette stared at him. "You're welcome," she said quietly.
"I've been searching for it forever. Where did you find it?" he asked.
"I, uh... I... I know someone... who knows someone... and that's how I found it," she said, averting his gaze.
They were silent for a minute.
Marinette looked back up at him but he didn't say anything. She started to turn around to head home.
"I'm sorry Marinette," he said suddenly, making the blunette stop and turn back towards him. "I'm so sorry" he pleaded.
She opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by a car horn honking. Adrien's bodyguard was getting impatient. She closed her mouth and looked at the ground.
"I, uh... I guess I have to go," he said.
Marinette nodded and turned away, continuing her walk home.
Adrien watched her go the entire way until she disappeared into the bakery. Then he turned around and went to the waiting car, climbing inside.
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