Chapter 1: Undermining Young Love

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Alya Cesaire was both sighing and wincing in pain as her friend Marinette Dupain-Cheng dragged her up to her room, which was on the top floor of her parents' bakery. School had just been let out a mere 15 minutes ago, yet the French-Chinese teen had told her Creole companion that there was something she couldn't wait to tell her once they got to her place.

''Okay Marinette, we're here.'' Alya said, rubbing her shoulder relieved it wasn't dislocated. ''Now girl, what is it you wanted to show me?''

Marinette took several deep breaths, and then spoke, ''SoyouknowhowAdrienhadthatphotoshootheinvitedmetothedayafterthatfiascowithJaggedStone'srealityshow?''

Alya rolled her eyes. ''Duh.'' She said, surprisingly able to make out Marinette's accelerated speech which she had gotten used to over the years.

Marinette's grin grew bigger, and she balled up her fists and practically began jumping up and down, ''He wants me to be in his shoot at the Eiffel Tower and it's today!''

Alya actually managed a small smile for her friend. She did think Marinette's crush on Adrien was cute, even though it was really excessive at times. ''Okay, great. So, you go, you watch him shoot, you talk to him after. You know, just treat him like a normal person.''

''But you don't get it Alya. He isn't some average boy. The average boy doesn't have that kind of warm smile, that genuine goodness, and hooot bod...'' The girl began to trail off,an entranced look on her face and a dribble of drool actually beginning to fall from the corner of her mouth.

Alya shook her head and grabbed a tissue, wiping the mouth of her friend. ''Come on girl, I'm serious. Sure Adrien's cute but he isn't some kind of god or all-mighty hero. Trust me, no elaborate schemes this time. Just talk to him, okay?''

Marinette looked down and sighed, then looked back up with a determined grin. ''Alright, I'll talk to him.''

''That's my girl!'' Alya said, the two girls high fiving each other. Alya then began to head towards the stairs, ''Need me to go with you, as a chaperone?'' Alya asked with a sly look.

''No thanks Alya. I've got it this time, I'm sure of it.''

Alya shrugged, before waving goodbye to her friend and heading down to leave the bakery. Marinette sat at her vanity mirror, checking the time on her phone. 3:04, the shoot was at 4:30. Suddenly there was a small woosh as Tikki, her kwami who was her friend and the catalyst for her alter ego Ladybug, shot out of her purse. ''This really seems to be your chance, Marinette.''

''I know Tikki, this is the opportunity of lifetime. And what if I'm in the photoshoot with Adrien?! I have to look my best!'' Marinette then began to check her face for any blemishes whatsoever, dotting a few minor pimples and dimples with cover up. Tikki shook her head, and then flew right up to her host's face. ''Marinette, you know if Adrien is really the one for you, he'd like you as you are. Honestly, I don't know why you humans spend so much time obsessing over supposed imperfections.''

Marinette smiled and patted Tikki on the head. ''Thanks Tikki. I just want this to be perfect is all. And I don't want to ruin anything for Adrien either.''

''Trust me. Just be yourself...though tone it down a little.''

Marinette giggled. ''Thanks Tikki.'' She replied with a hint of sarcasm. She then began to pull out the homework for Ms. Mendeleiev's class. ''I just hope Adrien is doing alright...''

.....

''Awww man, do you really have to do this photoshoot now?''

Adrien sighed, exasperated with the cheese loving kwami. ''We've been over this Plagg. These shoots are very important to my father. Besides, it'll only be two hours at most.'' The black cat Kwami sighed in defeat. ''Well I better get some good camembert cheese after this.'' Adrien chuckled, ''Trust me you will, Plagg. Now find somewhere to hide, we gotta leave for the shoot now. Plagg complied for once, hiding in one of the cases of clothing Adrien was to model in. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door of the bedroom. ''Adrien?''

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