what about the voicemail? | miraculous ladybug

The Voicemail

Marinette/Adrien

"look, we all know improv's not your bag, so just stick to this script," Alya voiced while handing me a piece of paper with a few sentences on it.

"but all the teachers say i don't sound natural when i read," i skimmed over the words nervously. are you free tonight? one of them read, and do you wanna watch a movie together? another.

"then memorise it, it's pretty simple. you can do this, just don't improvise, got it?" she grabbed my phone off of my desk and typed in a number, which would obviously be Adrien's.

Alya handed the phone over to me and i glanced between the script and the phone. i threw my head back in frustration, "forget it, this is never gonna work!"

i heard a clicking noise coming from said phone and i looked up to see a sly smirk upon my best friend's face, "too late, it's dialling,"

Alya slowly backed away from me giggling, finally coming to a stop when backing against a wall.

i jumped up from the chair, panicking. the phone kept ringing so it seemed as though no one would answer, and to my surprise i was right.

"hey, this is Adrien's voicemail, leave a message!" sounded from the speaker, "it's gone to voicemail.." i whispered to her, though i don't think the phone was ready for my message yet.

"leave a message, don't improv!" she waved her hands in front of her chest as if to make a cross, to say no.

i gulped. "hello! uh- Adrien's voicemail, uh- this is Marinette! who.. uh- has a message, for you- of course, cause it's your phone so um..." i giggled nervously

"callmeseeyoulaterbye!" i threw the phone over to Alya, who was facepalming. i grabbed the chair that i was previously sat down on and slid over to Alya, who was giving me a "what was that?" look.

"what? what did you expect me to say, 'hey hot stuff, this is Marinette, i'd ask you on a date to the movies but i've got such a crazy crush on you that the only way i can talk to you without foaming at the mouth is over this stupid phone, pretty ridiculous, right?"

i sat back and put my hands behind my head and just then the phone made a noise, as if sensing that i was finished talking, "if you wish to hear your message again press one, if you wish to erase your message press two."

Alya pointed agressively at the phone, and shouted "hit two! hit two!"

i grabbed the phone, panicking, and hit what i thought was number two. i sighed in relief.

just as i thought as i was safe, the phone spoke again only to make me panic even more, "message saved. goodbye,"

i could've shattered glass with how loudly i screamed, according to Alya, and i fell on my bed practically sobbing.

Alya sat up on the bed, patting my shoulder, "it's not as bad as you think," at those words, i peaked my head up and made an interesting noise, my eyes wide with hope.

"okay, it's bad, but you were gonna have to tell him one of these days, some way or another. think of it this way, no more secrets!"

"the voicemail recorded my whole conversation, Alya." i sighed and out my head back down on the bed.

"big deal!" she sounded, "i called him hot stuff!" a muffled complaint came from my mouth.

i sat up from the bed, "he cannot be allowed to hear that message, if he does i'll die of shame!"while holding onto Alya's shoulders, i pleaded with my eyes for her to help me.

"okay, i got an idea. if Adrien's phone went to voicemail it means the dude's busy, which also means you can get to it before he does!"

"hmm.. i wonder where he'd be?" she questioned, turning her head away as if she was thinking.

then i remembered something. "of course! he's got fencing club after school, that's why he didn't pick up! it ends in... exactly 22 and a half minutes," i said, glancing over at the clock.

"you're seriously insane, you know that, right?" i giggled in response.

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Adrien/Marinette

"i'm gonna get a drink, be right back" i lifted my helmet up after knocking down my fencing partner, and announced i was going back to the locker room.

after walking my way back to my locker, i unlocked the padlock and opened it to see Plagg, in my bag, practically bathing in his cheese leftovers.

"Plagg! you pig!" i sounded while grabbing my water bottle, and attempting to grab my phone while he sat in the way.

"you have one new message," he then proceeded to burp.

"move please, so i can check my voicemail."
Plagg flew up higher into the locker, allowing me to grab my phone and check my voicemail.

i clicked, it read, +33636768.

"hm, i don't recognise this number." i slid out of the phone app to my home screen and looked at the time, "oh no! now we're late! time to transform, Plagg"

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Marinette/Adrien

we ran down the stairs as fast as we could, practically throwing ourself down them if you would, trying to reach the school as soon as possible.

as we came out of the door, we heard someone yelling from the rooftops, "wooo!! yeah!!"

turns out it was Chat Noir. he landed in front of a crowd of people in the park outside my parent's bakery. "hey everybody!" he shouted to the crowd.

"they're unveiling Ladybug and Chat Noir's sculptures today! I totally spaced!" Alya shook her head in disbelief, realising she forgot about the event.

"me too," i said, but not meaning to say it out loud, i had said it loud enough for Alya to hear, and become suspicious.

"uh, you never mentioned going to the unveiling before?" she questioned.

"i'm not! i mean i am, i mean, i forgot?" i shrugged and let my hands flop and either side of my shoulders as if to say, i have no idea please don't question me??

Alya blinked, confused. but then regained her posture, "listen, about Adrien's cellphone, what if we go right after?"

"if we wait until after the ceremony, Adrien's fencing training will be over, and he'll have his phone back by then!

"shoot.. i gotta cover this event for the ladyblog.. i'm sorry Marinette." she placed her hands on my shoulders.

"Don't sweat it, i can manage!" I think.

"you sure?" Alya raised an eyebrow.

"yes yes, i'm sure" God, i hate lying to everyone all the time.

"cool, good luck! and stay out of trouble! and don't improv!" she ran off towards the park, waving.

i ran into the back entrance of my house at the back of the bakery, as Tikki flew out of my purse, "i thought you needed to get Adrien's phone?" she voiced.

"yeah, but I made several promises Tikki! Ladybug has a reputation to withold, and as disastrous this situation is, I'd much rather face Adrien being awkward with me than the entire city."

Oh, how i was going to regret that decision.

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hey everyone! just letting you guys know that most of the time after writing these chapters, i don't really proof read them, and if i do, it's hard to spot any mistakes because i've already read it that many times.

that being said, please feel free to comment and correct me if you see any mistakes!

bug out! <3