Facades *warning under construction

Chapter 6 (under construction)

A few weeks ago, if you told me that I would be counting the minutes until I could see Marinette the same way I do with Ladybug I would have laughed in your face. But that isn't the case anymore, not even close. This week has made me the happiest I have been in a really long time. I've went over to Marinette's house everyday after school to write the script of our project. I love being over there, her house is so welcoming and her parents are so caring. It's been a while since I've seen anything close to that living here. Though I suspect her Dad doesn't like me as much as he likes Chat Noir, if he only knew. I can't say we are anywhere near finished, but we have made some progress.

"No, he isn't like that!" Mariette exclaimed while she laughed.

We were trying to act out what little we had of the script, and I was purposely acting as un-Chat Noir as possible.

"What do you mean?" I screwed my face in question.

She sighed, " He's more, flirtatious than that. Also he has this annoying strut and that isn't close, you aren't a very good Chat noir." She says sighing and looks back to the script.

"Oh yeah and what are you, a Chat noir Expert?" I smirk, she doesn't even look at me as she starts to rewrite something on her tablet. Though her cheeks turn slightly pink.

"N-no, ugh. Alya always has him on her lady blog and since I'm her best friend I have to look at everything she uploads, he annoys me." She says pulling a strand of hair behind her ear, still not looking at me.

What a damn liar.

"Well if we are talking about not pulling off our parts, Marinette you aren't giving Ladybug the justice she disserves." The words leave through my mouth before my mind can filter it.

She puts down her Ipad and looks me in the eyes shrugging, well at least she can being critiqued if I told Chloe that she would have killed me. "You know what? We are both pretty shit at our characters, why don't we switch rolls?" She jokes.

Its quiet for a moment, actually...

"You know." I say resting my chin on my knee. "That doesn't sound like a bad Idea." I tell her.

After going through that bump in the road, it has proven to be much easier to write the script. Thus making the week go by quickly, also thoughts of her cos-playing as me in a black skin tight costume practically makes the hours go by.

It's currently Saturday morning and she's the only thing on my mind.

"What is she doing to me Plagg?" I ask him as he sleeps on the other side of my bed.

I hear an annoyed sound come out of his mouth.

"I mean before her I always thought of Ladybug, she was my universe. The stars that I would gawk at and wonder if I could ever reach. But now, now Mari is like my Earth she keeps me centered and is always there-"

"Shut up!" Plagg yells as he floats in front of me, clearly annoyed. "You aren't a damn poet nor will you ever be!" He taunts.

I pout, "Well you woke up in a grumpy mood today." I point out.

He grumbles something under his breath as I hear a knock on my door.

I shoot him a look as I slowly walk to the door, it must be Natalie. I gingerly touch the nob, before I would always hope it was my Dad behind the door. But I gave up on that dream a while ago.

I open it and there as always is Natalie holding a box, then I notice another one at her feet."I thought there weren't any photo-shoots today? Father doesn't get in till tomorrow and he doesn't trust the photographers unless he's in town ." I cock my head in question.