They're twins!?

Chapter 3

French = Regular
Guardians Tongue = Underlined Italics

~In Paris~

"-ia... -hlia... -bug.... -ari... MARINETTE!!"

"Aaahhhh!" a girl shot up having been jerked awake and fell out of her desk chair, her raven black hair a mess and crooked? The girl looked up from the floor to see a concerned blonde standing over her. Grumbling slightly at her sleep being disturbed, she pulled at her black hair revealing her natural chocolate hair underneath. "Mornin' Chlo."

"Don't you 'morning Chlo' me! You looked like you were having a nightmare!" The mama bee fussed over the girl, as she helped her off the floor, "And who is Damian!?"

The brunette froze, her bluebell eyes starting to form unshed tears, "H-how do y-ou...?" she couldn't form a full sentence, as her past pushed itself to the forefront of her mind.

"You kept saying his name in your sleep," the normally self absorbed blonde brought her friend in for a tight hug, "Oh Maribug.." she whispered, as the girl slowly broke down while she recalled the last time she saw the boy named Damian, her twin.

"I'm sorry," the brunette 'Maribug' pulled away from the hug, wiping away any tears that may have slipped down her cheeks, "Um.. He uh.. He's my brother, but I uh, ha-haven't seen him since w-we were six and I-I don't- Sorry."

"Don't be sorry! If he's important enough to make you cry, then go see him, or point me in his direction so I can give him a good talking to!"

"No Chloé! You don't understand! H-he.. I don't even know if he's alive! And I just-" the girl groaned, frustrated, covering her face with her hands pulling at her hair slightly.

"Oh..." Chloé, the blonde, quieted at her friend's words before straightening herself out, becoming serious, "Well if you don't want to talk about him, then you don't have to. But, we need a serious talk about you sleeping at your desk again. Did you even finish whatever project it was you were complaining about yesterday?"

"Crap!" Marinette exclaimed as she hastily opened her laptop and logged in, going straight to her online classes scrolling through all of her history assignments to the project that was due the night before, "Oh thank miraculous it's turned in." she sighed, flopping down onto her queen sized bed tiredly. "I'm gonna go back to sleep now."

"Oh no you don't!" Chloé exclaimed, plucking the black wig from the floor and going straight towards the walk-in closet, "We are going shopping-!"

"Why!??" Marinette grumbled into one of her pillows, "I make my own clothes anyway."

"You're out of fabrics, Maribug!" The blonde was exasperated with the girl, "Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!" Chloé placed the wig on its stand, and started rummaging through the different outfits and designs that filled her friend's closet.

"Ugh, fine!" the brunette whined, as she rolled off her bed and stood up from the floor, begrudgingly going over to her closet and helping her friend find something for her to wear to go shopping. "How about this?" She held up a spotted, pastel pink button up top, and a pair of denim overalls that got torn at the knees during one of her old babysitting jobs.

"Cute, but no," Chloé stated, turning back to the dresses she was looking through, "Ooo! Lia, how about this one? Also, is it Dahlia or Marinette? I'm a little confused." she confessed, as she held up a grey, floral skater dress and a pair of white sneakers.

"Marinette is fine," Marinette responded as she examined the outfit, "not feeling that one today, so no. Dahlia is my first name, but when I moved here with maman* and papa, I started going by my middle name."