The walk to school

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Marinette's POV

I was terrified to go back to school. Until Chat Noir came to my side. I wouldn't have been able to do anything without him. He promised me that things will be alright again, and I need to believe him. I can do this! 

"You got this Marinette! I'm here for you! Try to talk to Alya!"

"Thank you, Tikki!"

Determined, I walked out of my room with my plan. I had written everything in my diary so I could let off some steam and feel good today. I also wrote my plan of action. I was going to go to school, try to earn some friends back, and ignore everyone else, especially Lila. I was then going to come home and start making my new outfit! I was feeling great!

I started walking down the stairs. What's that noise? ...?

I opened the door to the back of the bakery. Oh. It was yelling. 

Once my parents saw my scared face, they stopped. Awkward and unsettling silence filled the room. What were they arguing about? 

"Is everything alright? Ma, Pa?"

"Yes, honey..everything is just fine. Go to school now."

Confused, I left the building. As I was walking, my mind caught up to the situation. Were they fighting about me? I never did talk to my mom about what happened... I noticed before I left that nothing was baked, the bakery no longer had that warm smell to it. Instead, all you could smell was dust and flour. It felt cold in there. Unlike- thump- my face got red and warm. Unlike-- thump thump thump thump. My stomach began to twirl. What that butterflies? All I was thinking about was how warm..how warm Chat Noir was... and how I wished he was here... Like a wave- all of nature, all of life and humanity-stopped. Time had frozen- including me. D-do I like C-chat Noir? I-I knew this feeling. It's the same exact feeling that I had when Adrien handed me that umbrella... Oh no. Do I like both of them? Is that possible? Everything started turning grey. My thoughts became blurry. Chat Noir or Adrien? Who? Both? Is that possible? My body in autopilot began to walk once again. I continued my journey to school while deep in thought. Then, all of a sudden, the big wave of time came once again, but different. This time, everything became beautifully colorful and everyone was lively- the day seemed to overfill with joy. Happiness and love filled the air. The sweet scent of a fresh morning came. I looked around me. What had caused all of this?

I slowly turned to my left to see Chat Noir standing there. He walked towards me with a smile. The sight of him made me blush. 

"Hello, Princess. I've decided it would be best to walk you to your school. Just for the safety of it."

I laughed. "ONLY for the safety? Or something else, too?" I smirked and looked at him. Was that blush I saw?

"Maybe because I wanted to talk to you."

I giggled as we walked. I saw my school in the distance. Wait, how did Chat Noir know where I go to school?

"Chat"

"Princess?"

"How do you know I go to school here?"

"Well- Uh-I um. ahem. Well, you see, all of the miraculous have this database that shows everyone and where they work or go to school- and their phone numbers. In case we need to know how to safely return someone to where they came from, or if someone's lost we can call their family and friends. I just searched up your name and it showed me that you go to school here!"

"Oh, ok!"

That was obviously a lie. For one, Chat Noir never stutters. Also, I should know that the miraculous don't have databases. I'm ladybug! Master Fu or Tikki would have told me- and it would be too dangerous. What if I gave the miraculous to someone untrustworthy? They'd use the database for dangerous things. Also, hawkmoth would have been able to use it! So, if the database thing is a lie, how does Chat Noir know?... Do I know him in real life? Does he go to..my school?!

"Chat"

"Princess?"

"Do I know you in real life? Do you go to my school?"

"W-what? N-no! I've only seen you o-on patrol! Why do you ask?"

"Just wondering. :)"

As we approached the school, I noticed my hands begin to shake and sweat, the butterflies returned, and my legs began to burn. I had to stay strong. As long as I had Chat Noir, I could do it.




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