Chloé is pretty jealous that Marinette was chosen for a summer internship, allowing her to spend much more time with Adrien.

[From: The Little Mermaid: Ariel's Beginning]

Popular to contrary belief, Sabrina knew as many things as she did about Chloé the way anyone would know their best friend. She knew when Chloé needed to have her nails done, calling someone from downstairs in the hotel when that happened. She knew when Chloé wanted to have her makeup resorted, when she needed to vent about something, when she wanted to talk about Adrien, when she wanted to talk about herself.

She even knew that Chloé wanted to rant about her hatred and—dare she say it, even to herself—jealousy over the new position in the workforce Marinette landed herself with.

"She's a complete peasant!" Chloé shouted the moment she stepped brought the door of her room, carelessly throwing her purse to the chaise where Sabrina left it for these kinds of tantrums. "How is it that Marinette 'watch-me-stumble' Dupain-Cheng got that summer internship with Adrien's dad? So what if she won that bowler hat competition and even made a blazer for my Adrikins to wear, I'm still a much better designer than her! I mean, just look at my clothes!"

Sabrina mentally retorted that there was more to being a designer than deciding which cardigan would go with which shirt or blouse. Then again, Chloé was the one who sent the image of Marinette's bowler hat design to a professional seamstress who included Marinette's signature rather than try and make the hat herself. She only nodded in agreement and wordlessly gathered the materials she needed to change Chloé's nail color again for the third time that day.

"What does Adrikins even see in that bratty girl?" Chloé muttered as Sabrina began to use a gel to scrape the paint off her nails of her right hand. "I mean, they suddenly go on one date–"

"Seventeen."

"–and in only two weeks–"

"Five months."

"–they're already an item?!" Chloé sputtered, making bubbling noises under breath. "Ugh! I swear, Daddy would have her and her mother deported if Adrien's dad wasn't watching over them like those stupid guardian angles in those stupid books."

"The Bible."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

"Dip." Chloé let her hand fall in a bowl of water as Sabrina began to work on the other one.

There was a moment of peaceful silence that was interrupted when Chloé brought her hands away from Sabrina and the bowl, clenching them and tightening them into fists; the gel on her left hand splattered on her palm and sleeve, going by unnoticed by her. "Oh, that Marinette! I loathe her, I despise her!"

Sabrina remained at her side as she waited for the girl to finish.

"How is it that she got the internship in the first place? She's a natural klutz, a complete moron and a waste of human air!"

As if there's any other air, Sabrina thought to herself. Out loud, she said, "That's a new insult." It was.

Chloé, as usual, didn't hear her. "I need that internship! I can't go to the same university as my Adrikins without it, not even with Daddy's money! I deserve that internship! What's Marinette got that I don't, just because her new skirt line is selling now. Pfft, just because I got caught trying to send the wrong print to her..."

Sabrina shrugged, continuing to file Chloé's nails. "Well, nobody's perfect." At that moment, she accidentally dug a little too deep and sawed under her fingernail.

"Ow!"

"Oh, sorry!" Sabrina reached for a towel to soothe it, not that it was bleeding, but Chloé took her hands away again.

She was smiling. "Yeah, you're right! Except for me and Adrikins, no one is as perfect as the two of us! Heck, no one except us is perfect at all! They all make mistakes, especially her!" She settled in her chair again as Sabrina continued to apply the gel and drip the paint off. She grinned evilly as she looked up at her friend.

["Just One Mistake"]

"Sabrina, I need to find a clue!" she cooed. "To get myself the baker's job, to stage a little coup! A straw to break the camel's back. A teeny dent, a tiny crack. A quiver or a quake, what I need is one mistake!" Sabrina only nodded as she bent to pick up a few model nail paints. "Just one mistake!"

"What color are you into this late afternoon?" Sabrina asked nonchalantly as she set one of the model nails on Chloé's index finger. "Emerald Hue?"

Chloé rubbed her chin with her left hand as she eyed the green model on her right with intense thought. "No thanks," she said.

"Sunshine Daisy?" The yellow model was placed on her middle finger.

She scoffed. "Not in the mood."

"Tangerine Insight?"

"Just paint them the shade of Ruby Rose!" Chloé thrust her hand, sending the model nails to the ground. As Sabrina picked them up, Chloé stood and grabbed her scarf and wrapped it around her head with woe. "Marinette, oh, better be on her guard! 'Cause I have some moola charms and they'll be looking very hard!" She threw the scarf off her head and began making making fists and pinching gestures in front of her line of sight. "A straw to break the baker's back! A teeny dent, a tiny crack. A dowdy double take, what I need is one mistake!"

"Uno error," Sabrina agreed as her friend dramatically leaned against her.

Chloé sauntered over to her closet, taking long, slow strides as she walked inside. "Just one mistake... Then..." She disappeared inside and came out almost immediately after with a bright red cardigan and black designer jeans. "Hello, world! It's Chloé Bourgeois!"

"Such a beautiful name!" Sabrina praised.

"I'm the new design-a! Or maybe more! Oh, I want so much more!" Chloé made her way as if down on a catwalk, dipping herself so much that Sabrina had to hold her arms out so that she could arch her.

"Shocker," she said, helping her back up.

"Hello, world! I'm the belle of the ball!" Grabbing her Ladybug mask, she placed it over her eyes and held the heroine's pose. "I'm the greatest of all the loyal royal big shots!" In seconds that only someone like Chloé could pull off, she changed inside her closet and put on a runway show for Sabrina, showing off the outfits she never wore and while she liked, were hurtful to even look at.

"Work it, Chloé! Pouty, sassy! From the engine to the chassis!" Sabrina clapped as she tried on her beret and stood next to her friend. "Got to, got to. Get it, get it. Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta have it!" Chloé shouted as she reverted back to her usual yellow clothing, the mask coming off her face as she perched her sunglasses on her head again. "A straw to break the camel's back. A teeny dent, a tiny crack. A mini mighty break. What I need is one mistake. And after that, who knows."

Chloé sighed woefully as she sat on the lounge again, Sabrina positioned next to her as she resumed working on her nails. They were quiet for about half a minute until she spoke.

"Marinette's bound to make a mistake, right?" She looked up at her friend when she asked this.

Sabrina hesitated, knowing she wouldn't like the answer. "Well, it's already been two months, so... probably not."

Chloé scoffed in disgust. "Ugh. Dream killer."

She stayed at the hotel the rest of the day, ranting on about this and that with Sabrina following her around like a lost puppy. When her friend left and Chloé was left to her own devices until it was time for dinner, her phone rang. She brightened up as she saw her "best friend's" contact photo on her screen.

She immediately answered it, introducing herself with, "Hello, Adrikins! How can I help you today, hmm?"

"Er, hey, Chloé," she heard her beloved say. "I just wanted to ask, do you know what Sabrina's favorite color is? I want to get her an original, handcrafted dress for her birthday tomorrow."

Chloé frowned. "What?"

"See, Marinette and I decided to get her a gift together. And the best gifts are always the ones that put a lot of time and effort and thought behind it. So we wanted to know her favorite color for the dress we had in mind to work together in it. She keeps saying she's your best friend, so that means you know what her favorite color is, right?"

There was silence.

"Hello? Chloé? Chloé, you there? Hm, we must've gotten cut off. Marinette, let's try her dad. He might know."

Chloé was left in her room alone as she processed what just happened. Her Adrikins called... to know about some stupid color that Sabrina liked? What about her? He didn't even say hello, how rude!

Angry, she threw her phone until it landed on the soft blankets of her bed, bouncing a few times before it lay still. She sat on her bed, huffing and crossing her arms.

"This so isn't fair," she whined.

The idea for this little gem came from when I was listening to some of my favorite villain songs. When I reached this one (even though I've never seen the movie), I thought, "Chloé would so sing this if she was jealous of a job Marinette got." Then I began writing this up.

The song and where the song is from (artist or movie/show) will be listed right before the paragraph of which the song begins. I already have ideas and plans for, in no particular order:

When Words Fail (Shrek the Musical)

I Can't Fix You (The Living Tombstones)

Jump Right to It (Phineas and Ferb)

For Good (Wicked)

Lost in Thoughts All Alone (Fire Emblem Fates: Birthright)

Falling for Ya (Teen Beach Movie)

I have these songs lined up, probably not right away, and probably not all of them, and I will also be taking requests into consideration. Also, a few AUs will be coming in, but a majority will be centric around the official canon events of the first season and the Christmas special.

AN update 3/21/17

I have a preview of a story uploaded on my profile. It's a Miraculous Ladybug genderbend fic! Note that it's only a preview and includes an excerpt from the end of the origins episode that I tweaked. If it gets enough positive reinforcement, I'll upload the first full chapter sooner rather than later or not at all. That's all for this reuploaded update, and enjoy the rest of Miraculous the Musical!

Word Count: 1845

~Corona Crown~