It's hard to settle when you're constantly being moved from fucked up family to an even more fucked up family. But when Alexia is fostered by the Dupain-Cheng's, she makes a promise with her sister, ensuring she doesn't like her crush... can she kee...
After Chat leaves, I can't sleep thinking about that RAT Adrien, and how he totally sold me out to Chat Noir. And the worst part is that's it's all a dumb rumour I spread about myself to keep Mari from worrying. Fuck me.
Beep.
I reach over to the wooden stool beside my bed that Tom had brought up from the living room for me and grab my phone.
You are so dead, Agreste!
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Adrien: Hey.
Me: What?
Adrien: Bit abrupt don't you think? Have I done something wrong?
Me: Well I'm not pissed off with no good reason, so I'd say so.
Adrien: What did I do?
Me: TATTLE ON ME TO CHAT NOIR?!?!
Adrien: Oh right... well that's not what I wanted to talk to you about.
Me: I don't think that's up to you to decide right now. I've just had the most unexpected visited of my life.
Adrien: Chat told me Alix had given you a shit nickname and I think we need to abolish it as soon as humanly possible.
Me: Jesus. Do you have him on speed dial?
Adrien: Why don't I get to call you by a nickname?
Me: Because that would totally suck.
Adrien: I'm just saying, we need to make this adjustment within our relationship.
Me: Friendship. And no, my name is Alexia.
Adrien: Lex? Lexi? Al?
Me: Ew. Ew. And EW!
Adrien: But I'm always going to assume you love Alix more then me :(
Me: Go to sleep. We'll be having strong words tomorrow.
Adrien: You sound like a mother.
Me: And how would you know?
Adrien: That's unhinged but I guess you talk from experience...
Me: Very funny.
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"Alexia. Wake up" Marinette hits me over the head with a pillow and mutters something under her breath about how 'it's normally the other way around' and about how I'm a 'pain in the arse'.
"Shush, Factice" I groan in response and pull the covers back over my head.
"Seriously, I was back later than you last night. Couldn't sleep?" Mari asks - her sarcastic tone falling from her words and a look of concern crossing her face.
