Merry Christmas Marinette

#LetAdrienEat

Hi guys, I am going to try and update more often because I have a bit more time on my hands. Please comment for me to update then I might actually have the push to start writing more. Thx, Maia xox 

I squirt icing at her making her laugh. "Hey stop we're making a mess." Marinette says turning away. Then she suddenly spins and squirts some green icing over my hair and in doing so trips over landing I top of me.

"We seem to be in this position quite a lot." I say chuckling

She just blushes and taps my nose before standing and helping me up but she seems to underestimate my weight and we fall over again.

"Seriously." Marinette groans, "How much do you way?"

"I don't know about 60kg." I reply.

"What!? Seriously? You are way to light." She says shocked.

"Yeah well my dad has me on a strict diet."

"Oh that a shame. Well you're in the perfect place you'll be full in no time." She says cheerfully. I smile, unsure, "I don't know if I should, I mean if I gain any weight and I've come over to yours he might suspect and-"

"Don't be silly. You can't be fed almost nothing when you're that tall." She replies looking up. I'm about a head taller than her and easily rest my arm on her head.

"Hey!" She says giggling and pushing my arm off, "Now let's get these cupcakes in the oven and fetch you some yummy treats." I nod smiling, knowing that I won't be able to change her mind.

ooooOOOoooo

I have never seen someone so hungry in my entire life. Adrien shoves his face with croissants and many other confectionaries. I laugh watching him. He lifts his head, hands and mouth covered in baked goods.

"I'm really hungry." Adrien mumbles, food still in his mouth. I just laugh and throw a napkin at him.

"I think we should start our project now." I say standing up and moving to the stairs. Nodding Adrien follows me before asking, "So where are your parents?"

"Oh they're at a bakery convention. They'll be there for another week." I reply not thinking much about it. My parents are always leaving me alone at the bakery to go to conferences or big deliveries. When I told Alya she freaked out thinking that I was alone in a house with anything flammable.

"Do you get lonely?"

"Not really.." I answer trailing off before I mention Chat keeping me company during patrols. My head slams into something awakening me from my thoughts. "Ow!" I yelp rubbing my head looking up to see my trapdoor.

"Are you ok?" I hear from behind me. Turning I see a concerned Adrien leaning up. Frowning he examines my face.

"Yes I'm fine." Laughing I tap his nose and lift the trapdoor, entering my room.

"So what do you want to know?" Asks Adrien.

Many thoughts run through my head such as; why don't you love me? How are you so perfect? But I settle on, "What's your favourite animal?"

"Ahhh dolphins." He replies hesitating slightly before answering, "How about you?"

"Oh I like cats, especially black ones." I reply thinking about Chat Noir spinning in my desk chair and smile.

"Oh really?" Adrien says with a smirk on his face, "so basically you have a crush on Chat Noir."

"NO! I mean. No I just think he is under appreciated, he does just as much as Ladybug and doesn't get enough credit."

Adrien just smiles and starts spinning in my chair, well that looks familiar. We continue asking questions until we have enough information.

"So how do you want to present the projects?" I ask.

"Well I was thinking we could design some clothes incorporating our favourite things and we could model them while saying things about each other." Adrien offers.

"That's an amazing idea Adrien!" I say getting excited, "We should start straight away. We need to plan and find materials an–"

"I'll be paying for this all." Adrien says.

"No way! We will pay half each."

"Nope. No negotiating." Adrien says stubbornly.

"Pwease." I say clasping my hands together and making puppy dog eyes.

"Nope."

"But you already lost so much money with your bets."

"Nope."

"Aghhh fine."

I start to sketch but Adrien gets a phone call wanting him to leave.

"Wait! Adrien!" I yell, running after him down the stairs, "When does your father want me to come for a meeting?"

"Oh yeah he said next Wednesday. Is that ok?"

"Yep that's fine."

"Cool see you tomorrow."

"Bye."