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Marinette Dupian-Cheng. The only daughter of Sabine and Tom Dupian-Cheng. More commonly known around France as King And Queen. But not that France know that Marinette is royalty. The Princesses an...
"Girl you haven't even been here for a term and your already lovestruck!" I commented. Helping the girl that just fell off her chair staring at Adrien.
"Heeheheheh"
"Girl you sound like a gremlin...or a golem..with the whole Mhyyy precious.. and NASTY TRICKSY HOBBISTIS." I mimiked the voices of the two. When I pulled out my phone and looked at the date.
"Bwahahhahahahahaha" I burst out laughing.
"What?" Mari took my phone from me
"Wha....WHAT?!" She saw the date.
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"THE WINTER FORMAL IS IN 4 DAYS!" Just as Mari yelled that out. Adrien came up to her. The two had really hit off after the date. She wouldn't tell me what happened. But I have a small feeling she may have lost her V card. At the age of fifteen.
"Marinette..." Adrien smiled as she stood up. Clichè couple. Girl smaller than the boy and one is a blondie.
"Will you...will you go to the~" He stopped and shuddered at the voice from the distance, and so did the rest of the cafe.
"Oooooooohhhhh ADRIKENS!!!!" Chloe. The devil of all. Mother F*CKER. Ship sinker. The Captin of THE FUCKING RODGER. If anyone gets that I will love you forever.
"NO. N TO THE O. YOU ARE NOT GOING TO RUIN THIS ADRIENETTE MOMENT CHLOE. SO GET OUT. GO AWAY. OR I SWEAR TO GOD THAT YOUR BAG WILL NOT BE THE ONLY THING THAT IS KISSING THE FLOOR." Alix, a girl with cotten candy pick hair and a tank top and hotpants yelled at Chloe. "G .E.T. O .U.T.. N.O.W."
Slowly the faulted Barbie doll backed away, frightened.
Adrien turned to me again.
"Will you go to the winter formal with me?" He asked holding out a single white rose.
I don't know how many of you understand this, but for each colour of a rose is a different meaning. White...is something. Whoever guesses it first wins a dedication in the next chapter.
