One Chance at the Truth - A MLB Fanfic

Chapter I

A/N: Hey everyone! This is the sequel to One Truth and a Lie, so if you haven't read that, I suggest going back to read it first. Hope you guys enjoy this first chapter.

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Adrien/Cat Noir P.O.V.

The breeze is nice and warm, with the first tastes of summer. It's pleasant out today, but it would be nicer if I wasn't waiting for Nino to finish his motivational speech.

"...and after the disaster of last year's film, we need to step up our game," my best friend finishes, balancing awkwardly on top of a movie trailer we rented for storing costumes and makeup. "Final two scenes today. Who's with me?"

From the side, Alix groans, tightening the laces on her rollerblades. "Nino, we've been over this. We'll never get it done if you don't start filming!"

"The public is only held off for an hour, and we've already gone into fifteen minutes of that time," Max sighs, leaning over the soundboard he's manning.

"Come on!" And of course, there's Alya too, one of the main actors in this film Nino has dreamed up. "This is important, you guys." Honestly, I don't have my whole heart in this, even though I know it means a lot to Nino.

No, lately, I'm too distracted to focus my energy on anything that isn't work. Certainly not memorizing a script that I helped him write, because my mind is everywhere else. So instead of being "that one character," as he asked me to play, I'm playing a minor role.

Nino, sighing, climbs down to take his spot by the cameras. "Okay, rolling in three... two... action!"

And I tune out everything; my eyes have now become focused on the horizon, where I half-expect a supervillain to appear. They're more frequent these days, which is why Tikki always travels with me everywhere to purify akumas when I can't spare my Cataclysm. I can't use both Miraculous without activating the ultimate power... and I pleaded with Master Fu not to choose a replacement holder. No one could replace her.

I'm just tired, way too tired for this. But I promised Nino, so here I am. Crying on the inside, as they would say. And lately, I think I have reason to.

"Adrien." Chloe sighs, breaking into my train of thought; she's standing in the area, too, checking her phone, because it's a miracle she was allowed to watch us film at all. "Your cue?"

"Right." My eyes fall on the scene ahead. "Why didn't you try out for this?"

"Why would I try out for an amateur film, Adrien?" Tossing her blonde hair, she leans against the trailer behind her. "I came to watch because I had nothing better to do. Plus, Sabrina's here, too."

At least she's ceased calling me nicknames now, but then a lot of things have changed. For example, our whole school's dynamic. Everything that made our class close-knit has unraveled, and this is Nino's contribution to keeping everyone together.

Our lead actors, who are, naturally, Mylène and Ivan, are just about to kiss when Nino catches my eye from behind the camera and nods. My cue. Sighing, I dash onscreen, trying to look as frantic as possible as an explosion sounds from the soundboard. "Run!"

There, my one line. Then I'm off-screen as the special effects take hold, and Sabrina, who's playing the villain, steps out from a plume of red smoke. Our effects have certainly gotten better, but I guess it takes better funding, too. Chloe contributed what I couldn't upon my request. She's better than she was before, and that says a lot.