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"Put this on," Marinette says, violently shoving her clothes into my arms. She's already dressed like me, down to the converse sneakers. 

I shake my head, relenting. "Fine. You know he'll see through this immediately, right?" 

Marinette huffs. "Not if I can help it." 

"And what if Adrien tries to talk to you, because he thinks you're me?" I ask, proposing a counterargument for her supposedly brilliant plan. 

Considering this, my sister shrugs. "Guess I'll die, then." 

"Just try not to embarrass me, okay?" I say, knowing very well that Marinette is the grandmaster at embarrassing herself and others. 

I recall the time she attempted to scale a wall. Or all the times she crawled around on the floor, sneaking and snaking through the house, school -- you get the picture. 

There's a rustling in Marinette's purse and a tiny blot of red zooms into my periphery. 

"Marinette! What if someone is akumatized?" the little bug mouse gasps. "Then, what will you do?" 

"Don't worry, Tikki," Marinette says, cheerfully dismissive. "It'll only be for this morning." 

Fully knowing something will go wrong, I change into Marinettte's clothes.

She scans me up and down. "Wow. Talk about a two way mirror." 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, just tell me the plan." 

"You ask Adrien to the movies, make up some excuse as to why you have to leave -- after he says yes of course -- and then meet me back in the washroom," Marinette says, clapping her hands together with a squeal. "Got it?" 

"Got it, got it, get it," I say, shrugging. "Talk to pretty boy, then get the hell out. And what do you plan on doing if he says yes?" 

"Victory?" Marinette says, tipping her head with confusion. "What do you mean?" 

"I mean -- alskdjfoiahwepoihiaosdf-- is what you sound like talking to Adrien. I don't know how well a movie date is going to go if you pee your pants every time he glances at you." 

Marionette places her hands on either side of her face, a panicked expression crinkling her features. "Fuck! I hadn't thought of that." 

I roll my eyes. "Of course you didn't think this through. If he says yes, I'll coach you. Alya and I will start the 'Marinette Support Crew'." 

Marinette doesn't look convinced. "I don't know if I'll even be able to say two words to him, Y/N!" 

"All you have to do is pretend you're talking to Nino or some guy you don't care about."

"But I do care!" wails Marinette. "I care too much!" 

I love her, but she a lotta work. 

"Fake it 'till you make it," I say, using the biggest cliche in the history of the universe. "That's all there is to it." 

"I don't understand how you make it so easy," Marinette says, sighing with vague jealousy. She flops onto the floor like a fish. 

"I guess it's a good thing you'll be me, then." 

"Let's do this. Tikki? Spots--" Marinette stops herself. "Sorry. Muscle memory." 

...

"What on earth do you two think you're doing?" Alya demands, the moment we enter her sightline. 

"Huh?" Marinette attempts to coyly scratch her neck. "I don't know what--" 

"You're talking about?" I say with a grin. 

Alya rolls her eyes dramatically. "Let me guess. Marinette asked you to swap so you can talk to Adrien for her." 

"You guessed it," I say, clapping my hands sarcastically. "Now, where is that blonde dumbass?"

"He just went that way with Nino," says Alya, pointing in the right direction. "But this is seriously a bad idea." 

"No, it's perfect," Marinette says, smiling dreamily. 

"How do you expect to talk to him on a date if you need your twin to hold your hand while you ask him out?" Alya asks, frustration and sympathy clouding her tone. 

"That was my sentiments exactly." 

"Be confident. Be cool." Marinette stares at the sky determinedly. "Be Y/N." 

"Hey, Marinette," says Adrien, right on cue.

He and Nino make their way towards us. 

"Hi, Adrien," I say, smiling. I walk over to him, winking at the real Marinette and Alya. Adrien and I sit down on the stairwell. 

"So, how are you doing?" 

Small-talk. Excellent. 

"I'm good, how about you?" 

"Pretty good." 

Great. 

Awkward silence. 

"Adrien?" 

"Yeah?" 

"How do you feel about the movies?" 

Adrien arches an eyebrow. "The movies?" 

"Yeah." 

"I like movies." 

"Good. You wanna see one this weekend? With me?" 

Adrien's face morphs into a smirk. "With Marinette, you mean?" 

Uh-oh. 

"What?" 

"Come on, Y/N," Adrien says, scoffing. "I'd know you anywhere." 

"Really?" 

"Obviously, dar--" he cuts himself off. 

I narrow my eyes suspiciously. Marinette may miss a lot of things, but I miss nothing. "Were you about to call me darling?"

"No!" Adrien says, jumping to his feet as if he'd been shocked. "Definitely not." 

"Right..." 

Suddenly, Adrien's craning his neck towards the sky. "What's that? It looks like....that camera guy. Pixelator." 

Shit. 

I leave Adrien standing by the stairwell, dashing over to Marinette and Alya. 

"We have to change." 

"Right now?" Marinette asks, groaning. "But you were getting so close to Adrien!" 

I shake my head, pointing at the sky. "It's Pixelator. He's back, which means you need to be Ladybug."

"He's back again???"