No Longer Enemies

Marinette's POV

I blinked, surprised by what Chloe had just said. "Why are you scared? Can I come in? I would like to help." There was a small pause then Chloe respond, "Let's go somewhere more private, and I'll tell you everything." The stall door opened to show Chloe with messy hair and puffy eyes. She walked out of the rest room and I followed her. Toa my surprise, she headed for my parents bakery. "You're house is closer than mine. And besides, we are less likely to be bothered here." Chloe said, reading the confusion on my face. I nodded and led her inside saying, "Wait here, I need to tidy up my room a bit." She nodded and sat down on the couch. I ran upstairs and to my room, where I hid all evidence of being Ladybug. Since I had told Alya about me being Ladybug, she had helped me with lots of stuff and I tended to leave things on the floor. Once I finished, I went downstairs to get Chloe.

We get to my room and Chloe sits down on my small couch. I sit on the ground next to it. "Where should I start?" She asks and I say, "Wherever you're comfortable starting." She nods and takes a deep breath.

She explains why she was at the Eiffel tower the other night, and how she had seen me crying. I brace myself for harsh words, but there are none. Instead she continues. She tells me about not being able to sleep, and the weird feelings. She pauses for a moment than says, "Do you think it's wrong for a girl to like another girl?" I shake my head instantly and say, "I myself have had a crush on another girl once. After I'd given up on Adrien, I started to catch feelings for Kagami, but I wouldn't let myself like her because I have too much going on to think about relationships. The heart wants what it wants. And if yours wants another girl, that's fine." Chloe was beaming at me, and I found myself smiling back. A couple seconds passes with us just staring at eachother, then Chloe looked away suddenly and I caught the slightest bit of a blush on her face.

That night as I lay in bed, it occurred to me that I might be the girl Chloe was talking about, that she liked. Just after I had the thought, I quickly pushed it away. Chloe hates me, of course it's not me. I was surprised to find myself feeling a bit saddened by that thought.