Adrienette: Fashion

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"Marinette, are you almost done?"

"Yes Tikki." I laugh, grabbing a pair of scissors to cut off a piece of thread, "I'm almost done."

I put the finishing touches on one of Adrien's shirts. He's supposed to be modeling a new brand of clothing, but the shirt that he is supposed to wear ripped suddenly. That's when he had asked me to fix it, and since I'm going to be at the fashion show anyway, I decided to bring the shirt there and hand it to him myself.

"I can't wait for the fashion show. Adrien's gonna look so great - I mean the shirt! The shirt's gonna look so great."

Tikki giggles as I flush red, and she hides in my bag as I leave for the fashion show. I quickly say goodbye to the parents and then I head off to see Adrien. The place where the fashion show is taking place us only a few minutes from my house, so I should be able to get there just in time.

I take the last few turns and the building comes up to view. I rush to the back door where the dressing rooms are and head straight inside. The floors are glossy and the air smells faintly of flowers as I walk down a long hallway until I see a door labeled "Agreste". I take a moment to calm my breathing, yet my heart still leaps.

"Just relax Marinette, I'm sure Adrien will be very glad that you were able to fix his shirt, and I'm sure he'll be happy to see you." Tikki chirps.

I breath out and nod, gathering courage, "Thanks Tikki."

At last I open the door, and I see Adrien on the couch, scrolling through his phone, the outfit he's going to showcase neatly folded next to him. I shift awkwardly from foot to foot, and clear my throat.

The causes Adrien to glance up at me, his green eyes bright in the light of the room. A big smile spreads from cheek to cheek as my own face reddens.

"Hey Marinette, just in time! Thank you so much." He continues to smile as I hand over the shirt, my nerves threatening to get the best of me.

"S-sure thing! It was an easy trixx--I mean fix! And you'll look amazing--I mean it, the shirt! The shirt will look amazing!"

Adrien softly chuckles as my face hisses with fire, my cheeks aflame, the tips of my ears lava as I attempt to cool down the heat.

"Well thank you, once again. You really helped a lot. I owe you one."

"Oh you don't sew, I mean owe--me anything!" I fake a smile and pretend to look at my phone, "Oh look at the time! I told Alya that I'd pick out our seats early. Catch you gator, I mean later! Catch you later alligator!"

The last thing I hear is Adrien's laugh before I hurriedly close the door, and rush as far away as I can from Adrien. My breath is heavy and my lungs feel tight as I try to calm myself down, my cheeks still sing of roses as I groan and plop to the floor.

"Oh Tikki, why must I always lose my words around him? I sounded so lame."

Tikki just chuckles and presses against my cheek in affection, "Don't worry Marinette, I'm sure you'll gain more confidence soon. You just have to keep talking to him and you'll gradually get more comfortable around him."

I bite my lip, thinking for a moment, and then nod, "You're right Tikki. I just have to keep trying."

"You got this Marinette."

I smile down at Tikki and stand up, "I hope so Tikki. I hope so."

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