He's Not That Bad

Chapter 14 - Hello, Kitty!

Marinette's pov

      I heard a thump on my balcony. I immediately rushed up my bed and opened the hatch, then squirmed, trying get out as quickly as I could. Chat Blanc began giggling, then the second I got into the balcony I rushed over go him and hugged him tightly. I guess he wasn't expecting the impact because he stumbled back a little before stabilizing his balance. "What's this about?" He asked as he lightly draped his arms around me. "I'm so proud of you! You didn't kill anyone, Kitty! You didn't hurt anyone! Well aside from that guy but he asked for it!" I exclaimed muffled into his chest. He softly smiled and kissed the top of my head. "I'm glad I made you happy"  he mumbled. I grabbed his hand and dragged him into my room, then closed the teach behind him. "Wait up here" I said, I booped his nose causing him to go cross eyed for a second.

I lightly giggled then climbed off mg bed. I grabbed a plate of pastries and the medical tin, then headed back up my bed. I set the plate of pastries in front of him, and I set the medical tin next to me. I grabbed a croissant and shoved it in his mouth. I leaned forward and carefully peeled off his previous bandage, then threw it off my bed into my trash bin. I pulled out a cotton pad and drenched it I'm rubbing alcohol, when Chat saw it he immediately groaned. "Its okay, Kitty" I said softly, lightly dabbing it on to the wound. He groaned through a moth full of pastry. I dried it with a tissue, then threw both the tissue and cotton pad off my bed, and in the trash tin again.

I looked at the wound to see it wss almost healed. "I should be able to take your stitches out by next week, its almost healed" I said with a smile, then placed some new gauze and medical tape over the healing wound. He finished the croissant and nodded softly. "So, how was your day?" I asked with a soft smile. He hummed an unsure answer, chewing a cookie he had just taken a bite out of. "Well, I told a girl who liked me that I liked someone else. She got really mad and tried telling me that she was better than the girl I like, so I told her to shut the fuck up then I left" he said after finishing the bite of cookie he had been chewing. He took another bite out of it and looked at me, then looked a bit confused. My jaw was dropped and I was trying not to laugh.

"you okay?" He asked through a mouth full of cookie. "That poor girl" I mumbled, then picked up a croissant from the plate, taking a bite out of the soft butter pastry. "Fuck her honestly. She's selfish and she has no right to talk shit about the girl I like the way that she did." He said sternly. I shrugged dismissing it. I closed my eyes and put the croissant up to my mouth to take a bite, until the lighting shifted and I opened my eyes. I saw a white cat in front of me, his mouth open about to chomp down on the other lend of the croissant. I took a bite out of it anyways, and he did the same after. I looked at the plate and pointed at another croissant on it. "You know there's still one more you can have, right?" He shook his head and made direct eye contact with me.

"But that croissant isn't your croissant. I wanted a bite of yours, not that one" he said. I could feel my face getting hot, so I pulled open his mouth with one of my hands and shoved it in his mouth whole. "Take it then" I cupped my face with my hands, trying to cover my hot cheeks. He did his best to chew the whole pastry, then swallowed it. "That's not exactly what I meant, but thanks anyways" he mumbled. "Then what'd you mean?" I asked. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He's so.. Handsome.. I thought before my train of thought was broken. "nice shirt" he said Sith a grin. "Shut up" I said sarcastically, averting my gaze from him and folding my arms against my chest.

Before I knew it, he had lifted my chin with his pointer finger, and he was only a few inches away from my face. "Make me then" he mumbled. My face grew hot. Hotter than lava, and probably redder than pure velvet. He grounded lightly, and right as he was about to move away, a thought came into my head; two can play that game.