Shandy: Hey guys!

Candy: This is the sister story to our other fanfic- A Cat of Many Things!

Shandy: Literally a sister story since it's in Mairnette's POV. Oh well.

Candy: We suggest you read it and check it out.

Shandy: And We hope you enjoy!

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"Here!" The little boy who looked like a cat held out a bell to her, a wide, innocent and carefree, smile on his face. "As a sign of our friendship!"

"It's beautiful!" Marinette said honestly, taking the bell as he placed it around her neck. "Here, kitty, you can have this!" She handed the bracelet that she had made earlier that day to the little boy, who stared at it curiously and happily.

"Thank you!"

Beep… Beep… Beep… Beep…

"Mari?" Suddenly they were much older, the cat-boy's features covered in darkness, still holding her bracelet.

"Kitty?" She replied.

"Where are you?" He asked, almost as though he couldn't see her. "You- You said that you'd come back to talk!"

"Kitty!"

"Mari! Don't forget!"

"I won't! I swear, I never have!"

"Marinette!"

Beep… Beep… Beep…

"Marinette! Marinette, wake up!"

"What do you mean?"

"Marinette, you're going to be late for school!"

Marinette gave a yelp and sat up in her bed, looking around wildly.

"Maman!" She cried, looking at the time. "Oh, crap!"

"Oh crap's right." her mother said, moving so that Marinette could hop down and start getting ready. "Being late for the first day of school-"

"Not that, Maman!" Marinette threw off her pajamas and launched into some clothes, hastily pulling her hair into two pigtails, and placing the bell that she had received all those years ago around her neck. "I just hope that Rose remembered what I asked her to do incase this happened- I was supposed to tour the new kid around school today! Some class president I am!" She threw her school things into her backpack, running downstairs. Her mother rolled her eyes and huffed, placing her hand on her hips as she walked back downstairs.

"GoodmorningPapa!" Marinette said hurriedly, grabbing a croissant from the tray he was holding and throwing it in her mouth, grabbing a second one as well before she ran out of the shop.

"When will that girl ever be on time?" He asked, mostly to himself.

As Marinette ran to school, hoping to make it on time, she couldn't help but reflect on the dream that she had had.

The continuous dream that she had been having for several months now.

She had always felt guilty for not remembering which alley it was, for not being able to meet up with him again. She didn't even know if he was a cat boy or not, but she hoped that one day, he would see the bell on her neck and know that he was still treasured.

She burst into the classroom huffing, noticing the new student turning around to look at her in utter shock.

"Ohmysgosh- I'm so sorry I'm late!" She exclaimed, catching her breath.

"Girl, you're not late." Alya, her best friend for several years, comforted, placing a hand on her shoulder. Marinette shot her a small glare.

"Yes I am." She protested, turning to look at the new student. Mr. Damocles had said that his name was Adrien, right?

She had to admit, he looked good. His golden blonde hair was styled in a swoopy-fashion, and his emerald green eyes looked surprisingly innocent for one their age. He was a good head or so taller than her, and a smile that one usually saw on a kid on Christmas day began to spread over his face. She held her hand out to him.

"Hello! Sorry I couldn't be here this morning. I'm Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the president of our class." She introduced. He grabbed her hand a bit awkwardly (didn't Mr. Damocles also say that he had been homeschooled most of his life?) to shake.

"H-Hi! Marinette!" He stuttered a bit. Marinette could totally understand, this class could be intimidating at times. She gave herself the challenge to make him as comfortable as possible. "I'm Adrien Agreste!"

"I hope we can become good friends, and that you're comfortable with our fellow classmates, Adrien!" She said happily, bouncing on her toes. She hadn't done that outside of home in years- his happiness was contagious.

"I do too!" He said, enthusiastically. "Everyone's been so kind to me! I couldn't have asked for anything better!" Marinette sighed in relief.

"Oh, I'm glad." She said, glancing at the clock. Mme. Bustier had sent her an email last night, saying that she'd be a bit late for class today. "Mme. Bustier told me she was going to be a little late- why don't you tell us a bit about yourself?" Adrien looked confused, tilting his head slightly to the side.

"About myself?"

"Yeah, dude!" Nino said, he was probably the closest to the blonde besides Rose. Nino tended to hang out around those who could use his help- especially new kids. "You just tell us what your favorite things are. Help us get to know you."

"A-Alright." He cleared his throat, observing them nervously. As he spoke, Marinette managed to sneak a glance at Chloe and caught her checking him out.

Marinette didn't exactly know why Chloe acted like… well, Chloe, but she would make sure that Adrien would be protected from anything harmful coming from her as much as possible.

"Well, my favorite color is blue, my favorite animal would have to be a ladybug, and this'll be my first year of public school!" And Marinette knew that he was a precious little cinnamon roll that needed to be protected at all costs. She shot a knowing glance at Alya, who nodded in agreement. Nino gave Adrien and thumbs up and they all moved to sit down, Adrien sitting beside Nino.

Mme. Bustier walked in not that long afterwards, smiling at them. "Good Morning class! For those of you who don't know me, I'm Mme. Bustier. Now, everyone settle down, and we'll start finding out who's here." She looked down. "Agreste, Adrien?"

It was silent for a moment, and since Marinette was sitting behind him she couldn't see the confused look on Adrien's face.

"Dude." Nino hissed. "Say here."

"Here!" He exclaimed, and the class stifled their laughter from behind him.

A cinnamon roll worthy of protecting.

Mme. Bustier smiled at him kindly with a hint of amusement in her eyes as she chuckled, before looking down again. "Bourgeois, Chloe?"

"Here."

Marinette could already tell that this year was going to be great.

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