Adrinette

Let'sFashion

POV: Marinette Dupain-Cheng

I climbed down to my bedroom, as Tikki laid down on her little pink bed. She was exhausted and tired. I smiled at her, but instead of laying down on my bed from the exhaustion, I start staring at my mirror which makes me go towards it. I can't help but stare at my reflection as I transform back to Marinette. 

This girl, she was Ladybug. Yes, the magical superheroine, Ladybug, the partner of Chat Noir and one of the protectors of Paris. She was the girl who was beloved by all Parisians. She every girl's dream. But the fact was, Ladybug was never my dream. I always wished for a peaceful life in Paris, to become a fashion designer and to form a family with the boy that I will marry. I never ever once wanted to be a superheroine, and never planned to be one. But now, this is my life. I have been given a mask and a costume, I have been made into a completely different girl. But I have no choice really, I know that Chat Noir and I are the ones that Paris depends on. Which sounds weird right? An entire city, in fact, the city of love depending on only two people. A flirtatious, black cat and a unconfident insect. I can't go back now, now that I know how much Paris needs me. 

The truth is that I am starting to fall in love with my other self. She is so confident, so creative, so magical. She is someone that I always wished to be, but I know that it doesn't matter how much I try, without a mask on, Marinette Dupain-Cheng will never be Ladybug. I could never be Ladybug, like look at me! I can't even tell my crush that I like him, which I been trying to do over a good half a year. Like, how hard was that meant to be? Definitely easier than anything else she does as Ladybug, and less dangerous too. 

'Tikki?' I ask as I step away from the mirror. That is when I realise she is fast asleep. I put the pink little fabric blanket over her. "Poor Tikki", I think. She must be tired and sleepy after today. It has been a rough day, plus Bombgenious took all the energy out of us.  

'Marinette! You have a visitor!' Mum's voice echoes upstairs.

I take a quick glance at Tikki to make sure she isn't seen by anyone then I hurry downstairs. I spot Alya waiting in the shop for me. She was wearing what she usually wears: an orange, white, blue and kind of purple stripy shirt, with blue jeans and a pair of black trainers. Her reddish-brown wavy hair looked amazing in that warm summer sun, her hazel eyes sparkled and her glasses made her look incredibly intelligent and clever. She was carrying her black laptop bag and a couple of books in her hands. I waved to her as she followed me to my room. 

'Hey, girl!' Alya greets me.

'It's good to see you, Alya.' I smile. 

We sit down on my bed, I can't help but look nervous. This, of course, makes me suspicious since I am never nervous around Alya. Yes, I am nervous around everyone, but not when I am with Alya. She is the only one, other than Tikki (of course) that knows that I have a huge crush on Adrien, and she knows all my dreams and what I want and plan to achieve. So, I am not going to lie, she looks kind of worried about me. 

'Are you ok?' she finally asks, looking concerned. 

'Yeah, I am fine.' I take a big breath in and let it out quickly, then I try to smile. Alya smiles back, I think she is unsure what she should do or say. But what can I say? Like: "No, I am not ok. I am worried that I am not good enough, that I will fail you, my family, and all of Paris. Oh yeah, and by the way, I am Ladybug." I hate keeping secrets from Alya, but I just can't tell her this, even if she is my best friend. I can't even tell my parents this. It really makes me feel guilty.

'Are you sure? You look like your uncomfortable.' Alya says slowly, again in a worried tone. 

'Yeah, I am just thinking...' I try to think of something, but the only thing that pops up in my head is, of course, Adrien Agreste, 'Worried. What if Adrien will never like me? And I will turn out to be one of those sad, old and lonely ladies who have dozens of cats?' I lie. 

'Oh, Mari!' she giggles. Ugh! I hate lying to Alya. 'I am sure you will find love. It might not be Adrien, but it might be. And I am sure as soon as Adrien realises that how pretty and beautiful you are, not just from outside from inside, he will completely fall in love with you. How would I describe this better? I could say that you're like a flower and Adrien is a bee.'

'What!' I laugh, even so, Adrien isn't my main problem, he is one of them. So I am not completely lying, and I really appreciate my friend's advice and brilliant ideas.

'So you're the flower, and he is the bee. He might not find you first, but once he sees you, he just has to be near you.' she laughs, 'Thinking about it, that isn't a very bad example.' 

'Thanks, Alya,' I say, hugging her. 

'Sooo...' says Alya, finally changing the conversation, 'I was thinking and I came up with an idea...'

'Yes?' I reply. 

'Maybe we could do a fashion website. For you. You could teach people how to sketch dress ideas there, write the latest fashion news, cool fashion ideas, tips for girls who are interested in fashion and trying to find their style,' she suggested, 'And maybe you can even write your feelings and thoughts about fashion on there.' 

Once Alya came up with the idea, I loved it. Of course, I did. Like, that was the best idea she could have come up with. Maybe someone would recognise this website and spot me. This could help in my dreams, my dreams of becoming a fashion designer. But, the thing is, I can't do it alone. I need a friend to help me and who else would be better for that role than my best friend, Alya? 

'I love that!' I say, 'But, instead of making it my website, let's make it our website. You could help me update it, help me with filming the videos, you could reply to the comments, and we could do this fashion website together. To put our ideas together.' I grin and I can see her eyes sparkling with excitement. 

'So this would be like you know, our thing?' she was full of enthusiasm.

'Yes!' I said, as we hugged. 

'Let's get started then, shall we?' she broke the hug and opened her laptop, 'I know, let's name it Let'sFashion.'

So, there it is. That is the start of our website, Let'sFashion.