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Saturday morning was rough. I was exhausted from the previous night, and could briefly recall stumbling home, making curfew by a matter of minutes. "Marinette, get up! No sleeping in until five in the evening again!" Mom called, almost literally throwing my door open. It slammed on the ground, right as my mother popped her head through the gap.
"Marinette, are you up yet?" She demanded.
"Yeah." I said, tipping my head upside down to look at the woman.
"Good. Why don't you come work a shift in the bakery?" Mom asked.
"I'm okay." I yawned.
"It wasn't a question." She said, turning and leaving.
So I spent the remainder of my day working in the bakery, churning out sweets and ringing up orders.
With the sunrise and with the sundown. That was our time policy. So, as the sun took it's leave, I finally got to close up shop and rush up to my room. My phone lit up with text messages from Chat, signifying missed messages. Most of them were curious if I was alive, but some asked meeting times. I rushed to respond, dressing hastily. "Mom! I'm going out!" I called, skipping over the bottom rungs.
A muffled response came, but I was gone, running full boar to Love Lock. When I reached the bridge, I scanned it, rejoicing when I found the familiar blonde mop that belonged to Chat. Deciding to stroll in subtly, I tapped Chat's shoulder lightly, waiting for him to turn. With a smile plastered on his face, he turned around. It took a split second for the look to fall before it came back with less force. "Oh, hi, Mar-Miss!" He said.
"Hello." I responded, smiling.
"I think you've got the wrong person. I was waiting for someone else." He said politely.
"What do you me-" I started, tapping my mask. Except my mask wasn't there.
"Oh, crap, yes, sorry, wrong person." I said sheepishly, sprinting off.
I'd forgotten my mask! After a brief explanation to my mother ("I forgot something!" "What did you forget?" "Nothing!"), and a quick change of clothes, I was sprinting off again.
"Chat Noir! I am so sorry, I was busy!" I cried, ramming into said person.
"Hey, it's okay." Chat smiled.
We engaged in meaningless banter, talking about our days. The challenge was to find out something the other person wanted for Christmas. "What do you want for Christmas?" I asked.
"Nothing." Chat shrugged.
"You must want something." I insisted.
"Well, there is this one thing..." Chat said, thoughtful.
"Pray tell." I said.
"The newest Justin Beiber Album!" Chat exclaimed.
"Now I'm not one to judge, but seriously, Chat? I mean, his newer music's okay, but.... really?" I couldn't tell if he was serious or not.
"No! Of course not!" He said, laughing.
I shook my head. "That was not a good prank." I said.
"But seriously, I don't want or need anything. Just... get creative." Chat smiled.
"Alright." I said with a sigh.
"So, what does m'lady want?" Chat asked, leaning forwards.
"Nothing." I said smugly.
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31 Days
Fanfic31 days. 31 days to fall in love. The 31st to say good-bye, to break your heart. December ends, January begins. But those 31 days aren't going to leave you all that easily. -[-]- The 31 day challenge has been sweeping the nation. Teens all ove...
