Je t'aime Marinette

Chapter 3

I watched chat sit down with a smug look plastered on his face. Of course he had to get under my skin once again. You would think as ladybug it would be worse, but as Marinette he goes all out.

Going from telling me new puns and asking me if they were 'Worthy of Ladybug' which meant if the puns were good enough for her. The next time Paris needed us for saving, he would tell me the puns. Making me laugh all over again.

I will admit it, his pun game had been really good. But now I really can't stand him. Reminder to not let him stay by himself in my room. Imagine if I were out longer, he would of read my diary. Chat could of read that I was ladybug and worse, he would know about my crush on Adrien.

Adrien.....

i slowly imagine him floating like an angel in his perfume ad. So dreamy....and very carefree. The wonderful smell of that cologne.

A loud snap of fingers woke me up of my day dream. Seeing those fingers belonging to chat. He's still here?

"Are you okay? You were just singing 'Carefree...Dreamy...Adrien...The Frgrance'." Chat replied looking very concerned. Heat rushed all over my face. Increbily embarrassed. 'Please just kill me'.

"E-Everythng is okay i just was um, thinking of perfume..." Looking anywhere but Chat.

"Alright that kinda a weird topic to day dream about, but i will let this slide." He said shrugging his shoulders.

"For my first favor from you to me, i would love to know why you have so many pictures of that guy." Chat noir said pointing to the pictures behind me.

I tensed, I had forgotten about the fucking pictures. I must look like a crazy fan. He probably knows who he is...of course he does. Adrien is a model for god sake. I groan of loud. Can this day get any worse.  Play dumb Marinette, everything will turn out good.

"What pictures? I have no idea what you are talking about." I place my hand on my desk, missing completely almost hitting the floor. Only one leg holding me place saving me from hitting my head. I look at Chat, he didn't even move one inch to help me. I swear i am going to kill him.

"You good? I was hoping that head injury would help you see better, because apparently you cant see those pictures behind you....that are in your room. And lets talk about the pictures of that guys under your bed." The words making me feel even more embarrassed. I swear he is having a field day today.

"Very funny." I said fixing myself up.

"Wait, that was funny?" Chat said sitting up, showing me baby doll eyes. Weirdo.

"No it wasn't, there's something called sarcasm. Heard of it?" I recalled back.

"I don't know, every heard of answering a question when someone asks one." He remarked.

"Yeah I do. They are just fashion inspiration. He's a model, if you didn't know." I spoke. Re fixing my desk. Picking everything that was out of place.

"Oh trust me I know."

I felt chat eyes on my every move. Seeing what I would do next, helping me when a button fell. He had a difficult expression to read. It was either disappointed or sour.

"So there is no other reason why you have those pictures on your wall." Chat asked sadly.

I turn to look at him. Confused on what answer he was looking for. I was about to ask him what he meant, until my alarm started beeping, singling it was 30 minutes before school started.

I rush to Chat noir, swiftly picking him up. Bending down and getting ahold of his shoes. Quickly leading him to my window. Shoving him out, until he got to his senses and realized he was outside.

"What just happened." He called out breathlessly. Looking at me with wide eyes.

"Schools starting. I need you to leave, I can't afford to be late again. Ms.Bustier is going to send a letter to my parents if I arrive one more day late...now shoo." I said rushing him out my window.

"Okay...see you later?" Chat noir asked, already extending his stick.

"Yeah later, much later. Okay later." I said shutting the window before he could say one more thing.

I saw his shadow leaving my room. Swiftly going to my closet, picking anything that looked good. It came down to a darkish blue skirt with three buttons on the left and on the right horizontally. And a white blouse, with sleeves. It had become very chilly in Paris as the winter came closer. I topped the look with black boots.

"Tikki wake up, here's a cookie. Eat. It. Now." I said shoving the cookie in tikkis face. The poor cookie was bigger than her head.

"Marinette, calm down you still have twenty minutes left. Don't rush me this early." Tikki plead Marinette.

"Sorry, but it's better to be sure." I replied.

"By the way have you seen my hair ties? I cant seem find them." I asked, moving everything on my vanity to find them. They aren't here. Fuck it. I left my hair down. I took a shower last night and maybe kinda forgot to brush my hair. But I have a good excuse. I was about to until I pushed on my bottom by a huge body. So now my shoulder length hair was wavy.

"You look amazing Marinette, you should leave your hair down more often. It will definitely attract the guys.." Tikki winks at me.

"You think?!" I blush thinking Adrien would finally notice me. Instead of the other way around.

"Yes I do." Tikki replies, hovering inches away from my face. "You are beautiful, and if Adrien can't see it he isn't the one for you." I nod, taking in tikkis words.

***

"Tom I think someone's in Marinette room, I hear footsteps." Sabine explains to her husband.

"Why do you say that." Tom hardly words out, his mouth full of food.

"Who else would be awake this early? You think our daughter would be awake this hour?" Sabine answered with a knowing look. Just moments after, Marinette our beloved clumsy girl, almost falls on her face by the speed she was headlong down the stairs. Leaving Sabine and Tom mouth open, trying to ask a million questions at once.

"Marinette, honey are you okay?"

"Yeah yeah, perfectly fine." Marinette replied out of breath. Calming her heart, her eyes bright up when she sees a plate of pancakes on the table. Excited she rushes to it and serves her self a portion. Cutting a bitable piece of the pancake.

"Well I'm glad you are getting your act together. I don't want you to go to school late. We live 3 minutes away from the school honey..." Sabine takes a sip of her hot tea, while Marinette has a hard time swallowing her food. It hurts getting talked down by your own mother.

"You're right mom, which is why i have to get going. Cant deal with another tardy!" Marinette exclaims. She goes over to her father giving him a nice loving kiss on cheek, and doing the same to her wonderful mother.

Leaving the Bakery a few minutes early, early enough  to bump into something. A wall perhaps. Marinette was confused, she knew for a fact there was no wall close to the entrance of the bakery, that will be plain out stupid. Opening her eyes, she sees gray. Expensive material  she had felt on her face. She looks up, golden hair so bright that it blinded her eyes. Only a glance of cold emerald eyes side eying her in disgust. Clearly it wasn't Adrien. Marinette frowns, anger rising in her. Of course its him, of course he had to come back. Couldn't he stay in London a little longer?

It was Felix.