Marinette was extremely nervous. It was her first day of high school and she had gotten into the school musical she was only an extra, her heart was pounding. She has loved theatre ever since she was little. She loved the atmosphere it held, and the friends she had made through it; however no matter how much she loved theatre she would never have even dreamed of having a leading role.

Marinette is quite clumsy after all, she would probably just make a fool of herself anyway.

Marinette had moved across the country, so she had left her friends behind. She was starting completely fresh, and to be honest,

She was really excited.

She grabbed her backpack from the corner of her room, and ran downstairs.

"Bye mom, bye dad." She hugged her sweet parents goodbye, and ran out the front door.

It wasn't a far walk from Marinette's house to the high school. It would only take about ten minutes, and she could use the time to calm herself down. She was going to be fine. What is the worst that could happen?

Marinette arrived to school fifteen minutes early so she decided she would try to figure out where some of her classes were. She reached into her bag for her schedule.

It's not inside of her bag.

"No no no no no no, this cannot be happening. Not to me, Not today."

"Is everything okay?" a voice said behind her.

Marinette turned around and her blue eyes met a green pair. A boy of medium height, a slim body type, and blonde hair. He was wearing jeans, a black t-shirt and a white button up.

"Um, yeah, I'm okay. I just can't find my schedule. I thought I had it in my backpack but its not here." Marinette proceeded to sit in the middle of the commons of the school, and rip her bag to shreds.

"Here, let me help you." The boy said, sitting down next to her, and taking one notebook from her lap. "How do you have this much stuff in here, it's only the first day of school, and it hasn't even started yet."

"I guess you could call me a little bit of a hoarder, but I prefer the term collector."

"Is this a diary?" The boy asked as a crooked, sly smile appeared on his face. He held up a black leather bound notebook in his hand with a gold clasp.

Marinette shrieked, "Give me that." She grabbed the book out of his hand.

"Is that a yes?" He smirked.

"No! It is not a diary, it's just a book that I write my personal thing in."

"Um, I'm sorry to break this to you, but that is what a diary is."

Marinette shook her head. "Whatever."

The boy smiled, "I'm Adrien." He put his hand out in front of him, signaling Marinette to take it.

"Marinette." She smiled, clasping her hand in his.

"Maybe you dropped it, on your way here? We could probably go to the counselors and they could print you off a new one.

"We?" Marinette questioned

"Well, yeah, what did you think I was just gonna look through your backpack and leave? I'm not exactly that type."

Marinette laughed at the strange thought. She realized how far fetched it was, but she appreciated the nice gesture.

The two of them walked to the counselors office together. Adrien showed Marinette around the school on the way there. He was practically a pro. He told her which water fountains were the best, which vending machines had the sweetest junk food, and where the AC flowed the best. She felt as if he was being given a grand tour. Adrien was so kind. He was compassionate, chivalrous, an all around dream.

Not to mention he was dreamy.

When the two arrived at the counselors office, Adrien opened the door for Marinette. She smiled shyly and her cheeks flushed.

"Hey Mrs. Lennon, I was wondering if you could help my friend Marinette here out, she had misplaced her class schedule." Adrien smiled brightly.

The woman looked up at us, "No problem, could I just get your last name and grade?"

Marinette smiled, finally something she knew "Of course, I'm a senior, and it's Dupain-Cheng."

Mrs. Lennon looked at her computer, and clicked her mouse a few times and smiled. "Here it is Mrs. Dupain-Cheng, be careful next time okay?"

"I will. I promise. Thank you." Marinette smiled, and Mrs. Lennon nodded.

The bell to leave for first period rang.

"Well, that's our cue." Adrien smiled.

"Yeah I guess it is, thanks again Adrien." She turned around, starting to talk away..

"Hey Marinette! Could I make a small suggestion to you?" He smiled and rubbed his neck. "Maybe you should set a photo of your schedule to your phone wallpaper, so in case you lose it again, it wont be as catastrophic."

"That's a great idea. Thanks Adrien." She smiled.

"I'll see you around?"

Marinette could feel her cheeks getting hotter. "Yeah you will."

Marinette would make sure of it.