WACKY WEDNESDAY!

ReWrite

Yeah, so I'm gonna make a rewrite again. Not now, though. I'm busy as it is with university.

But I can at least show you a draft. Please be mindful that I might just scrap that idea completely. 🤭😊

But I hope you enjoyed nevertheless!

(Ingore me making a new chapter after literal years)

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WACKY WEDNESDAY!
[ 01 ] Weather Party
Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Point Of View
Tuesday

Trembling fingers held onto the paper pamphlet that securely hid in the box; this feeling with so many eyes on me was nauseating. I had to depend on this single sheet and hope it was someone I knew.

‘This can determine my future!’

“-ette? …rinette?”

…

“Marinette!”

Bluebell eyes frowned, as I promptly shut the locker. With my hands filled with the materials needed for the next session… my awaited session.

“Alya if this is another method to convince me to go to the party I will paste a picture of your face on the cabin’s door and state that you’re specifically not allowed to enter,” I grumbled, facing my dearest friend who appeared gobsmacked by my reply.

I simply huffed at her reaction.

“Wow. Who woke you up on the wrong side of the bed.” She grumbled as I spotted someone slouching behind her, their back trembling ever so often.

“Pft- that’s… a new way to decline an… invitation. Pfrt-” He stumbled away from Alya’s shadow as my eyes landed on his red hair, noticing how easily it exposed his turquoise eyes that were turning white from all the laughter.

“Hey!” Alya yelped defensively, playfully jabbing his chest with her elbow.

“Oh, Nathan… were you there the whole time?” I questioned, tilting my head a bit as I buzzed around his breathless figure.

“You bet I was, anyways Marinette, how long are you planning to leave Alya out, she’s starting to pout.” I smirked at his words, casting a side glance toward my curious friend before looking at Nathaniel with a coy smile.

“Forever if she keeps nagging me about going to the party.” I joked, watching as her lips were on full display. My hands held the sewing supplies tighter as Alya fought against her tongue to say anything.

“Come on Marinette! She’s fully pouting now!” Nathaniel warned me.

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A/N:

Yeah, that's it. I dunno if yall would be satisfied with this tease, but you can at least tell, even without checking my other account, that my writing improved.

I'm not really invested or obsessed with miraculous as I was when I was younger.

(Is infatuation a better word?)

But I still want to write stories about Marinette and Adrien, probably cause I made so many different au's about them...

Or, at the very least, use their concept to make my own version, which isn't a rewrite, not would it be the same characters, but the romance concept would be similar cause I love it 😁

Well, I've chatted long enough, bye!