Miraculous: Tales of Adrienette and LadyNoir

Chloe

So... It's been awhile.

Sorry, I got caught up in life. But I do have a short little thing for you now and a special short story (my longest non-book idea yet) which will be coming soon!

Chloe's POV

As Alya yelled at me, “I wish no one had to deal with your selfishness! Grow up, Chloe!”

I was hurled back into a memory as Alya comforted Marinette. I remembered hearing my mother say, “I wish no one had to deal with your selfishness, Chloe darling. I'm the most important, and you'd do well to remember it. You can be my beautiful little Doll, OK, sweetie?”

I remembered Adrien hugging me and telling me he'd protect me, that I'd never be hurt so bad again for as long as I lived. I cried, “Adrikins!”
But he only glared at me, like I was the monster.

Like it was my fault Marinette did what she did when we were small children.

Flashback

I saw a pretty ponytail girl. She was playing Musical Chairs against the boy who always wore the cap. I think his name was Bernadino?

Everyone was smiling and laughing, because everyone was included, except me. I went up to the pretty ponytail girl and asked, “Excuse me, can I play Musical Chairs with you?” I'd stepped in the way of her running without realizing it, and I accidentally tripped her up.

The music stopped. Cap Boy froze. And then the tallest, sweetest, most timid girl in our class rasped, “Chloe, why did you do that to Marinette?”
“I- I just wanted to join the game. Everyone was playing except me.” I timidly said. But now everyone was glaring at me. Marinette sniffled from the floor, “Stop. Let's just play something else.”

But after that, no one ever smiled at me, all because of Marinette.

He'd broke his promise. I teared up. “Excuse me.” I said, tearing away from it all, passing Sabrina, passing Ms. Bustier, passing my whole world.
And I sat down in a corner I didn't even know existed. And I hugged my knees. And I cried. Why couldn't Mama come back?

Pollen zipped out of my jacket. “Miss Chloe…”, she said worriedly. “You need to find your friend Mr. Adrien, or Miss Sabrina, or Rena Rouge. And maybe transforming would help?” She inquired. “I don't have chocolate, Pollen.” She begged, “Please, Chloe, I ate when we left this morning. Transform, it'll help.”

I turned away from my kwami. Pollen didn't understand that transforming didn't mean that I wasn't alone.

That was some major leagues of angst.
I originally wrote this after Style Queen and Queen Wasp came out, so it's quite old. I only just managed to get it to Lily for review before I posted.
I hope y'all loved it!
Buzzing off,

- Queen Honey 🐝 (Neymara)