This is basically another Daminette I wrote for fun.
Enjoy or don't 🤷 your choice.
Marinette, after suffering for so long, finally sees a light at the end of the tunnel. She won a class trip to Gotham and now she finally has a chance to be a norma...
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Marinette Prov.
It was safe to say we now looked like absolute crap. My hair was hanging in damp streaks down my back, with my makeup smudged beyond recognition from Chloe's attempt at drowning me—oops... I mean from when she lovingly helped me wash my hair in the bathroom sink *cough* DROWNING ME *cough*.
Chloe, on the other hand, refused to walk out of the bathroom since her look mirrored mine and it would be 'such a shame' if someone famous or hot saw her. It took me literally 15 minutes to get her out of the bathroom and back into the lobby.
Chloe looked for the class of sheep, almost like she was getting ready for their harsh remarks, but I knew better. I knew they wouldn't be here and would already be back at the hotel enjoying the gourmet dinner that was supposed to be prepared by a world-renowned chef.
Taking a deep breath, I walked to the receptionist, keeping Chloe in my sight as she walked around the lobby. "Pardon me, miss, but do you know where the French tour group has gone?" I gently asked the receptionist, who nearly jumped out of her skin from shock when she noticed me.
"They left 20 minutes ago. Did you need something from them?" she asked, almost annoyed that we were bothering her. 'Guess she doesn't remember us from this morning.' I mentally facepalmed.
"No, no, it's alright. Thank you, miss," I said while turning and walking towards the doors, Chloe on my heels.
"The sheep left us, didn't they?" Chloe asked, gripping my arm tighter with each word as we stood outside the doors of W.E.
"Yup!" I said, popping the 'p,' scanning our surroundings. "But at least I have good news, Queenie!"
"Oh no. I know that twinkle in your eye. No. Nope. No. Not happening, Bug," Chloe said, shaking her head when she saw my eyes land on a café just across the street.
"Please, Queenie? You know we could do with a cup of coffee while we walk back to the hotel. Pretty please? With sparkly designer shoes on top?" I begged, using my best puppy eyes with a little pout.
"No!" Chloe stood firm while keeping a firm grip on my arm and refusing to meet my eyes. "Besides, you don't drink coffee. You create a nightmare of caffeine and sugar," Chloe said as she finally turned to give me a stern look, only to be met with my puppy eyes, a pout, and just because I could, a little whimper.
"Fine! But only 4 shots, or so help me, I will kill you myself, Bug," Chloe sighed, shaking her head. Jumping in victory, I practically ran to the coffee shop, only to trip over something before I could reach heaven.
The something was a person. A person who was lying face down just outside the coffee café, one hand reaching out towards the door. Chloe walked over to me, staring at the person. 'Zombie will be your name. You will be Zombie, and you will not steal my coffee!' I sang in my head.
