anon • adrienette au

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11. eleven

anon: I'm so sorry. it's all my fault.

adrien: not really. I let it affect me way too much. you can really see how much I care for you princess.

He choked. He didn't mean to type it but it was already sent. He felt the heat rise in his cheeks as he died of embarrassment.

anon: princess?

adrien: yeah... sorry about that.

anon: no I like it pretty boy ;)

anon: I was just surprised that's all.

adrien: I thought it was only fair because you had a nickname for me.

anon: I guess pretty boy.

anon: I'm the only one who can call you pretty boy, are we clear?

adrien: crystal, princess.

adrien: where are you right now?

anon: why?

adrien: so I can imagine myself with you.

anon: when you say things like that you know I can't refuse.

anon: I'm at the library with my partner for my collaborative piece.

adrien: is your partner male?

anon: yes.

anon: are you jealous?

adrien: kinda. is that bad?

adrien: you're my princess. only mine.

anon: I didn't realize how possessive you are ;)

adrien: what are you working on?

anon: can't give specifics because it could give me away so I'll say our piece and that's all you get.

adrien: what's it about?

anon: could give myself away...

adrien: princess...

anon: stupid pretty boy with stupid pretty words.

anon: superheroes.

anon: I'll text you in a bit I have to come up with a color scheme and you're really distracting.

Adrien didn't understand why she would need a color scheme for writing but maybe that's why she was collaborating? He didn't question her and let his phone fall beside him. The photoshoot last night took a lot out of him because it ran so late. He had piano lessons in twenty minutes so he decided to take a nap, trying to forget that if he just went to the library he would see anon.