N/A: Hi there! This is a story that I have just started. And I hope you enjoy. I might not post frequently but I will have school. Sorry in advance for any grammatical errors.

The bluenette mumbled in her sleep, whispering about the patrol from the night before. The sun slowly peeked it's head from over the pastel pink clouds, sending the sky into a rainbow of colours. The city began to buzz around her, from the revving of engines to the squarks of the seagulls ahead. The pigeons flapped their wings in the waking sky as the girl rolled over, arm dangling off the edge of her bed.

"Marinette~" a small creature whispered, her red feet waggling in the air. She drifted closer, tapping the bluenette lightly on her shoulder,"Mari~. Wake up!". She attempted to shake the girl lightly.

"Five more minutes Tikki..."she grumbled, hiding her face in her pillow. She drew her blanket up to her neck and shivered slightly, as she turned onto her side, facing away from Tikki and her bluebell eyes slowly opened. She closed them quickly, trying to pretend to be asleep. She started to lift her quilt up to her face in a foolish attempt to try and go back to sleep.

"Mari... I know you're awake,"the red creature, who the bluenette called Tikki, giggled. Tikki flew to the blanket and pulled in away, exposing the bluenette in a cotton night top and pink pajama bottoms.

Marinette groaned and moved her hands to cover her face sleepily. Swinging the legs over the side of the bed, the bluenette dropped out of bed, mind still in her dreams of last night. She smiled to herself, touching her forehead lightly with her fingers where Chat had kissed her the night before.

"See you on Thursday for patrol, M'Lady," Chat whispered in the masked bluenette's ear before pushing her bangs backwards and kissing her forehead, lips lightly brushing her skin. He chuckled and pretended to tip his hat to her as he backed away, turning around and leaping away into the night, away from the masked bluenette.

"Silly kitty," she whispered to herself, swinging her yoyo and leaping into the distance, a blush starting to creep onto her cheeks. It wasn't that she didn't like Chat, for she did, but not in that way. She liked him as her partner, her best friend and

he seemed like an annoying brother really. But, there was this warm feeling deep down inside her that she couldn't explain. Something she would only feel when she was in her civilian form and around her crush, Adrien Agréste.

"Gah! Gosh darn it Chat! Why do you act so... So... Aghhh!" Marinette groaned as the sudden realization that she didn't pull away from the kiss and she instead allowed him to kiss LadyBug kicked in. "Tikki~! What have I done? Now he'll think that I want him to kiss me and now he'll just keep on doing it and then the rumors will start and I- And I -"

"Oh Mari. It's okay. Anyways, shouldn't you be getting resdy to go to school?" Tikki asked, interrupting Marinette's speech. The red kwami drifted over to her, hugging her cheek with her tiny arms. She drifted backwards and smiled sweetly at her.

Marinette nodded, walking past her window and over to her wardrobe. She sighed as she ran her hand across her handle. She opened in and glanced at a red top with black polka dots on it that Alya had bought the previous day with her at the mall. She smiled and put it to one side, resting it on her desk chair as she closed the door and bent down, reaching for the drawer underneath her wardrobe. She tapped her chin thoughtfully as she glanced over her options. She spotted her favourite black demin jeans a little to the left but spotted a skirt she bought in a sale ages ago. She haf personally embroidered a ladybug into it, even though it was very tiny. Her demin jeans or... A black skirt?

Personally, she liked the skirt as it would match her top but... Would she get told off for wearing it? Maybe... She grabbed both and placed them on her chair as she texted Alya, asking:

Hey Alya, just gunna ask ya real quick, jeans or skirt? Also hair up, normal or down? Thanks ~Mari

She sighed as she placed her phone on her desk. She rested and elbow on her desk and gazed dreamily at the posters hung on her wall. The multiple pictures she had cut out of fashion magazines of her favourite model who also happened to be her crush.

Bing!

She sighed dreamily and unlocked her phone and glanced at her texts. A-Adrien?! Why was he texting her? She clicked on the text and froze, turning scarlet. The texts read;

Hey Alya, just gunna ask ya real quick, jeans or skirt? Also hair up, normal or down? Thanks ~Mari

Oh... Umm... Not Alya... But go with skirt and hair down.. -Adrien

"A-ADRIEN! I SENT THE TEXT TO ADRIEN?! AGHHHHHHH!" She screamed angrily, causing her mother, Sabine, to come rushing up, groggy eyed and alert,"What is it- Oh... Something wrong honey?" she asked sweetly.

"I- I just sent a text... To my crush... That was meant for Alya... Asking For... Fashion advice..." she hid her head in her hands and still remained scarlett. A million thoughts swarmed her head, causing her to ignore her mothers chuckles and the closing of her trapdoor. Slowly she looked up, blush fading, and grabbed the top and the black skirt before storming into her bathroom.

She emerged wearing the red top with black polka dots which was slightly tucked into the skirt baggily. She blushed as she brushed her hair and rang Alya, checking the contact twice before ringing her.

"Hey Alya,"

"Oh Hey girl! Whats up?"

"Can you come over? I wanted to ask you something and tell you what just happened,"

"Hmmm? Sounds juicy and I am already coming over girl,"

As they both hung up, she laughed lightly and walked over to her ladder that lead to her balcony and climbed up, looking out for Alya as the sky became bluer and the air heated up. The faint honking of horns could be heard as she spotted Alya and waved. Her brunette friend waved back and started running towards the bakery.

She heard the distant rining of the bell the bakery and climbed into her room just as Alya opened the trap door. Marinette smiled at her bff and asked,"Well... Watcha think?".

~·~

Alya's glasses slid down her nose as her bff asked her a question. She gawped at the sudden change and just stammered,"You- Skirt- No jeans? Good?- Fantastic- Shocking!". She glanced down at her own orange plaid shirt and sighed "Girl, you look amazing! You put me down by ten notches. Hmmm... Do you still have that off-shoulder jumper you made me? I have some spare ripped jeans in my bag already just in case I need them.". She laughed at Marinette as she nodded and grabbed it from one of the thousand drawers in her room. "Anyways, what did ya want to ask me?"

"Just... Could you possibly curl me hair? I didn't think that I would curl it ever so... I have curlers but..." she drifts off, the last part just mumbles.

Alya laughed and said to her," Where are they? 'Cause you are gonna need to get them out so I can curl your hair,"