Chapter 7: How Are You So Chill About This?!

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A/N: I have a Bio unit test today... Fun. And I'm in NSL right now, but the APs over, so class is a bit easier. Also this chapter's a bit PG... Haha jk. Here it is!

"I still can't believe it," Marinette sighed, falling onto her bed. "Adrien is Chat Noir."

Alya laughed, sitting on the pink chair in Marinette's room. "Girl, it's been nearly three days now. I think we've all had time to let it sink in."

"I know," Marinette agreed. "But... Take me for instance. Can you still believe I'm Ladybug?"

"I don't think I'll believe it no matter how many times you transform in front of me."

"Exactly!" Marinette sat up to face Alya. "I've been working with Chat for over a year and he's nothing like Adrien. At all."

"I wouldn't call it just working," Alya teased with a wink.

Marinette smacked her arm. "I only kissed him once, okay?" she protested. "And it was to save him!"

Alya's jaw dropped. "You kissed him?! Before he kissed you on that stage?"

Nobody but her remembered. Marinette shook her head, not sure how she was going to deny this. "I- uh- erm."

"You did, didn't you?" Alya grinned. "Does he know?"

Marinette shook her head.

"You have to tell him. When was this?"

"Remember when Kim was akumatized to Dark Cupid?" Marinette reminded. "Well, he was about to shoot me with an arrow when Chat took the hit for me."

"Aw, that's so sweet."

Marinette smiled. "Anyway, the same thing that happened to you happened to him. He hated me and fought me." She took a deep breath. "In the end, I remembered what we had learned in class about love conquering hate."

"And you kissed him!" Alya squealed. "You two really are meant to be."

Marinette gave her a shy smile. "I suppose we are."

Suddenly, a steady patter echoed from the window. Marinette whipped around to see Chat Noir crouching with a smile.

"You know there's a door," she suggested as she let him in. "For you to come through."

Chat smirked and detransformed to Adrien. "Well, what would be the fun in that?" His eyes landed on Marinette's chair. "Oh hey Alya."

Alya waved. "Hey Adrien... Or Chat. Whatever you prefer."

"Adrien's fine," Adrien assured with a laugh. He kissed Marinette's cheek. "So what were you talking about, my lady?"

Alya shot Marinette a glare that very clearly said tell him right now or I will actually murder you. Sighing, Marinette slumped onto the bed.

"Do you remember fighting Dark Cupid?"

Adrien nodded. "I promised myself that I would tell you that I loved you that day, but I kept getting interrupted," he remembered sweetly. "Also, were you the one who answered my poem? I suspected that it was Ladybug."

Marinette nodded. "I guess it was Ladybug, in a weird twisted way. I answered it as Marinette."

Alya looked back and forth between the two teens talking about their love for each other so nonchalantly. "You do realize he just told you he loves you?" she pointed out to Marinette. She turned to Adrien. "And she just admitted she wrote a love letter to you! How are you so chill about this?!"

Both teens shrugged. "I've loved her/him since the day we met," they answered together.

Alya smacked her forehead. "I swear you sound like some Disney couple." She turned to Marinette. "Anyway, continue."

"Right," Marinette continued. "So, you got shot by the arrow when we were fighting Dark Cupid. And I got you out of the spell by- by-" She took a deep breath. "By kissing you."

Adrien's jaw dropped. "So what you're saying is that Ladybug kissed me... And I didn't know?!"

Marinette nodded.

"Oh my goodness," he muttered, pacing and rubbing back of his neck. "Wow... That's what Plagg kept laughing about!" He glared at the kwami who flew out of his jacket. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Plagg shrugged. "I didn't really think it mattered that much."

"Didn't matter?!" Adrien shook his head in exasperation. He took a deep breath and turned to Marinette with a light smile. "Oh well. Now I can get as many kisses as I want."

Marinette giggled as he leaned in and placed his lips against her's.

After a few minutes of this, Alya cleared her throat. "Get a room you two!"

"We're in my room, Alya," Marinette murmured. Adrien snaked his arms around her hips.

"EW!" Alya clapped her hands over her eyes. "Ew ew ew. Even Nino and I aren't this bad."

"Okay let's stop torturing her," Marinette said, extricating herself from Adrien's arms. "I thought you shipped us?"

"I do!" Alya protested. "But that doesn't mean you both have to make out right in front of me!"

At this statement, both Marinette and Adrien's faces turned bright red, cuing laughter from Alya.

Marinette shook her head. "Okay fine, I-"

"Someone's been akumatized!"

Marinette and Adrien whipped around to face the window and, sure enough, there was a sneering villain blasting who-knew-what at innocent civilians on the street.

"I'm glad Hawkmoth doesn't know where we are right now," Marinette realized. "Or he could target us in our civilian forms."

"Mayor Bourgeois didn't really think that reveal through, did he?" Adrien pointed out. "Now Hawkmoth knows who we are but we don't know who he is."

"Let's just hope he doesn't know enough about us to specifically target our weaknesses," Marinette replied. She turned to Alya. "We have to get going. Stay safe."

Alya laughed. "Safe? I have a blog to run!"

Marinette shook her head. "Your best friend is Ladybug! You don't need to get right in the thick of things to get good footage anymore."

"It's my job, Mari. Just like saving Paris is yours." She smiled. "Besides, I can count on you two to keep me safe, right?"

Adrien grinned. "But of course."

"Exactly," Alya patted Marinette's shoulder. "Now go do your job... Ladybug."

Marinette laughed.

"Ready to save Paris, my lady?" Adrien asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

"Try to keep up, kitty."

Transformer moi!

Alya watched as her two friends transformed into Paris' famous superheroes and flew out of the window. Grabbing her phone and running down the stairs, as couldn't help laughing.

"No matter how many times those two save Paris," she spoke to herself. "They'll always be the same two crazy dorks."

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