A Burning Desire

6-Drunk

Chat Noir's POV

I jumped roof to roof as I made my way back to my own home, with a smile on my face.

I soon arrived back home and jumped through the open glass window that led into my room.

Plagg, Claws In! I called out as soon as I landed into my room. He flew out my ring, looking as though he had just seen a ghost. I handed him a chunk of Camembert from my shoulder pocket, His favorite cheese, just as a "Sorry" for what he witnessed in the pass few hours.

I flopped onto my bed, letting out a sight as I hit my pillows. My arms spread out on both sides as I stared into the celling, reminiscing about what had just happened these past 24 hours.

It had only been a few minutes, but I was already missing her. Her lips. Her skin. Her hair. Her smell.
I couldn't get enough of her.

My daydream was disrupted by a notification buzz coming from my phone. I turned over and grabbed my phone.

New Message
Ayla

6:48Pm-Alix's Party's tommorow@4, hope you didn't forget!

Shit, I had totally forgotten.

Marinette's Resident, 6:49 PM

After Chat Left, my Mom called me down for dinner.

"I'll be down in a second!" I called from my room. I slid my slippers on, and as I did, a notification popped up on my phone screen.

New Message
Ayla

6:49Pm-Alix's Party's tommorow@4, hope you didn't forget!

I had totally forgotten.

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Saturday, 3:30PM

I rushed out my bathroom, dripping wet, with my robe on. I tied my wet hair up with a towel, in an attempt to dry it. I hurried to my dresser and grabbed the nicely folded ivory dress I picked out the night before.

As fast as I could, I dried myself off and began to dress up. I slid into the dress, which fit perfectly on my body, complementing my waist and curves. I tied the strings on the back of the dress so that it would fit snug, tying the strings into a bow.

I grabbed my curling iron from my desk, plugged it in, and curled my hair—the best I could.

I glanced at the clock, 3:39

Ayla would be here any second.

I ruffled my hair up, and fondled with it a bit, trying to loosen the curls up.

"Uhhhh" I groaned in frustration.

I eventually gave up on my hair, leaving it a curly mess. I dropped my curling iron and went for my makeup bag. I grabbed my eyelashes curler and quickly curled my lashes, finishing it up with a few coats of mascara. I spotted my blush pallet and used my fingers to pat blush into my already rosy cheeks. I applied my favorite red tinted lip gloss, and called it a day.

I heard the doorbell ring from downstairs. I quickly slipped into my white wedges, and ran downstairs.

"Bye Mom!" I called out from the bottom of the stairs.

"Be back by 10 sharp!" She yelled back.

"I'll try" I mumbled.

I'm 18, do I really still need a curfew?