The Miraculous Adventures of Marinette and Adrien

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*screams until loses voice*
*coughs*
Scuze me...
Eh hem.
Anyways.. Just want to say...
FOUR THOUSAND VIEWS!!! ARE YOU (update) KITTEN (update) ME??
I'm crying... I know this is like... Cliche I guess, but thanks to all that continuously read and vote and comment and re-read and...

Okay, I just wanna ask a question...
Why does it say I have like or an example 200 reads on chapter 7, and 232 reads on chapter 8...?
Do people skip chapters? Does it count re-reads?
If you guys know I would be happy to hear.

Also I wanna thank all the people who say that they like this story because it fills my heart up, and everyone doubts their talents at some points, but with your supportive comments this has kept me on like.. A month long writing high.

I still can't believe I have 4K views..

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I heard Chat Noir snigger from behind me.
Sir Snot-a-lot's dignified stance crouched down, and his smiling face turned into a glare.
"How dare you!" He said, projecting his voice loudly like a good actor, opening his mouth wide.
"You're just like the teachers! Morons! Imbeciles, incapable of understanding true talent!!!" He glared at Chat Noir once more before turning to me.
"Please forgive me, but I must show your feline friend how it's done in the theatre." He added an extra syllable in the word theatre, and I raised my eyebrows.
"Oh... You wanna teach me a lesson? On what?" Chat smirked, crossing his arms, "Stage fighting?"
Before me or Chat Noir could react, Sir Snot-a-lot let out an ear splitting and absolutely foul cough that had my stomach splitting.
While Chat Noir was crouched on his knees, retching, Sir Snot-a-lot unsheathed his play sword, and stalked closer to Chat Noir.
"I dub thee..." He said, his accent thick, raising the sword above Chat's gagging head. "Chat No-"
"Oh no you don't!" I yell, throwing my yoyo to wrap around his sword, and wrenching it from his grasp.
I grab the sword, and break it in half.
Chat looks up at me hopefully, but I shake my head. No butterfly.
"Rats." I mutter.
Chat's head perked up, and I frowned at him.
"Ladybug! I was beginning to think you were worthy!" His nostrils flared in disgust. "I'll have you know, we're playing by my script!" He clenched his fist, and pounded his chest.
"How about a little improv?" Chat said, jumping over to Sir Snot-a-lot, and holding a finger under his nose, catching his sneeze.
"You imbecile!" Sir Snottie shrieked.
"You need to come up with some other moves than just sneezing." I say, crossing my arms.
I walk up to him, and kick his legs out from underneath him. Chat Noir drops down into a crouch, and catches Sir Snottie's falling body.
Sir's eyes widened, and then started to squint in sadness. Tears began spilling out of his eyes,
My eyes widened, and I look over at Chat Noir. He dropped Sir's crying body, and wiped his hands on his legs.
Sir's head thumped on the grass, and he began sucking in fast breaths.
"I just wanted to be Sir Dance-a-lot in the school play!" His nostrils flared, and he sucked in another snotty breath.
He wailed, the tears spilling out even faster. "But no! I had to get sick. My stupid understudy! He got to play Sir Dance-a-lot opening night! Well guess what? There was no other night besides opening night!! I showed up in... In full costume to the theatre. Do you know how hard it is to get into one of these?! The teachers would not allow me to be in the play!!" His wailing became louder, and Chat Noir scrambled away, tripping over a crack in the sidewalk.
"Scared of crying, Kitty?" I whisper, resting my arm on his shoulder, still watching Sir Snot-a-lot... snot a lot.
Sir Snot-a-lot looked up at me with watery eyes.
"I deserved that role!" He seethed, launching himself at me, spit flying.
I couldn't react until he was on top of me.
Chat Noir rushed over and pried him off of me, pushing him away. He hauled me up onto my feet, and we both stared at the still actor.
He looked up at us, and broke out into a grin.
"ACTING!" He screached, grinning crazily.
Chat grabbed my hand, and pulled me away, sprinting quickly.
He swung me onto his back, extended his rod, and vaulted onto the nearest rooftop.