мon peтιт cнaтon. (Chat Noir)

Chapter eight.

There was a chorus of yells as we made our way to my house.

"WHAT WAS THAT??" Was the loudest one I heard. I flushed and rolled my eyes. "A friendly goodbye to my good friend Adrien!" I insisted as I heard a few scoffs, a full out laugh, and a couple shouts of "buLL SHIT??"

"Vous avez les cellules combinées du cerveau d'une grenouille.*" I bitterly mumbled as my friends continued to bully me, Mona lightly hitting me on the head, "That was just rude!" I snickered softly as Evan complained the loudest, "THE BAGUETTE IS SPEAKING GIBBERISH AGAIN." 

"She said we have the combined brain cells of a frog." Rae explained, laughing as she scrolled through twitter, the younger of my two sisters not caring near as much. "She tryna get with all the blondes around her dude, first Chat Noir, now Adrien.. Tsk," I couldn't help but laugh at Mona and shove her in response.

"Hey now, hey now. I'm not 'tryna get' with anyone. And even if I was.. I'd go after Ladybug. You seen that cutie?" I grinned widely, my friends all at once replying with, "gay." I snickered, missing their humor. Anytime anyone said something sweet or loving we'd respond with gay. All of us, of course being part of the LGBT+, minus like.. One of us. 

"You say that but you act like we don't know your background is a picture of Chat Noir." Alex laughs, lifting up the phone she had stolen from me. I pout bitterly, grabbing it back from her. "Shut up. He's adorable." 

The short car ride and most of the day continued like that, my friends bullying me and me defending myself as I whined. They were all bullies, the lot of them, but.. I love them anyways.

I checked the time on my phone as I yawned, our day had been spent, after getting them settled in my lonely mansion, watching movies and playing board games. Thrilling I know.

But we just enjoyed our time together, being dorks and having fun. I missed my family a lot. But, as I saw the time was reaching 6:50 I bolted up.

"Sorry homo's! Got plans at 7!" Running upstairs, I heard one particular comment, "Yeahyeah, have fun with your pussy cat." I stuck my tongue out at Erin as she laughed at me, before running up my stairs to my soft room. My walls were a delicate white while my floor was a plush pink, soft and comfortable. My bed was much of the same color scheme, obnoxiously comfortable as well. 

"Ugh, finally!" Flying out of my white bag, was my little friend who had been cooped up for much too long. "Sorry, Binx!" I called to him, diving into my closet. The night after Chat left I had an idea. I remembered an old black hoodie I had, and I had a wonderful idea to alter it a bit, give it cat ears, a few extra seams here and there.. And perfect! I matched Chat.

And that was the plan, to show him my cute jacket that matched his suit. Plus my cute black shorts that went with them.

What can I say? Sometimes I wear something other than pink and white! 

"You look like an obsessed fan girl, Ressa." Binx commented, floating around my head as I slid my newest hoodie on, my fingers sliding into the paw like sleeves that had holes for my thumbs as well. The small bell made a soft noise as I adjusted everything, giggling a little at the cute hoodie I had managed to make my own.

"But, I look like a cute obsessed fan girl." I winked at Binx, checking the time again. Two minutes until my favorite kitty showed up. "Go hide, Binx, he's gunna be here soon!" With a sigh, my kwami flew off into my pile of plushies, leaving me to sigh happily to myself, picking up a sketch book and walking outside onto my balcony, taking a seat on my comfy chair.

The book was filled with clothing designs, as I of course wanted to follow in my father's foot steps. It was the only thing I was truly good at, designing things. Plus, I wanted to make him proud.