Chapter four: Marinette

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HI GUYS!!! So thank you So much for 25 reads!! I know it doesn't seem like a lot but I wasn't even thinking I was gonna get past 5 so 🕺🕺🕺

Anyways, I have no idea what I wrote last chapter since I was basically dead, but uh- here we go iG 😀✋

As we walked, I tried to brainstorm some ideas for where we could go that was open. I didn't really want to be somewhere illegally so that basically vetoed every major historical sight.

"Ms. Bustier said we could do personal sights as well! So whats maybe something personal that impacted you or someone else?" Adrien asked as he messed with the ring on his finger.

"Umm, well, I don't really have anything that I can think of. Nothing that was too impactful I guess." I sighed. Life was so uneventful as Marinette. Of course I had some memories with chat that I loved, that if he were my partner we could definitely choose. Like the rooftop where he had set up a date for ladybug. When she didn't show, he took me and showed me it instead.

I also had some memories with Alya that would've been great too. Like the museum where she was taken basically as a human sacrifice.

"Oh! I have one! I don't really know if it impacted Paris in any way, but the staircase at school. That's where we first became friends." Adrien exclaimed.

I felt my cheeks heat up. Now is not the time Marinette. "Yeah! That's a great thought! Let's do that! We can do a personal one and one that impacted Paris!"

"Sounds great Mari."

We turned around and started walking towards the school.

It was so weird to walk out at night. Of course I had gone out before during the early morning, but that was when chat was trying to impress me or I was saving Paris once again. It was calming to walk through the town with my friend. Friend? I thought he was the love of your life? Maybe he isn't? I shook the thought from my mind. I had been in love with him since that afternoon on the staircase. For four years I had stuttered my way around him. No way I wasn't in love with him anymore. Right?

🐞🐞🐞🐞Adrien

Okay, phase two was in action. I had decided tonight was the night to reveal everything to Mari. My identity, my feelings, everything. Phase one was getting her to agree to be herself around me. Like she was when she was with chat. Phase two was to get to the stair case and take a photo, the exact place where we first met. That was the moment something in my heart sparked. Of course I ignored it, but I couldn't anymore. Phase three was to go wherever she wanted to and to take the last picture. Phase four was to take her back to her house, leave, then come back as chat. Phase five, the final phase, was to kiss her and reveal myself.

I've had to hide my identify from ladybug for four years. Now that I've fallen in love with someone else, I can't keep myself a secret anymore. It's not possible. It's so draining.

"Okay, got your phone?" I turned around to see Marinette smiling at me, hands reached out.

"Oh! Yeah." I blushed but was able to keep it on the down low so maybe she wouldn't notice. I looked down and saw her shoe was untied. Knowing Mari she'd probably end up tripping on it. "Mari, your shoes untied."

"It'll be fine." She took the phone and sat it down on the railing where it would stand up. She put a timer on. "Okay, let's go. We'll do a couple of pictures, each with different poses, and then we'll figure out which one out of the few is the best!"

I nodded my head and stood on the steps, I could practically feel my heart beating out of my chest.

She started the ten second timer and ran up and stiff next to me. She started to turn to face the camera when she slipped on the untied shoe lace. "Agh!" She exclaimed as she started to fall. I lept in and caught her. My hand landed on her forearms and our faces were inches away. We both blushed right as the camera clicked.

"Shit." She muttered. "Guess I should've tied my shoe, huh?"

"Yeah guess so." I laughed. I walked over to my phone to look at the picture. I smiled to myself as I looked at it. I don't care what she says, we're using that one.

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