Chapter 1 - Well, that sucks
The bell jingled as Marinette began kneading dough for the next loaf of bread, getting it ready to shove into the oven when the last batch of cookies came out of the oven. "Just a minute, I'll be right with you!", she yelled over her shoulder. After yanking out the cookies and hurriedly sliding the bread into the oven she jogged over to the counter. Marinette's parents were out of town for the weekend and left Marinette in charge of the bakery - after asking her a bunch of times if she would be fine with it, of course. "Well," Marinette mused, "I guess I'm not so fine with it after all…" It had barely been three hours and Marinette was already sweating and super stressed. She hadn't been able to catch a break since she had stumbled down the stairs at three in the morning and began baking her heart out. She hadn't even had time to brush her hair out of it's messy bun or get out of the sweats and Chat Noir hoodie (designed and created by herself of course). Arriving at the counter and dusting herself off Marinette finally looked up at her customer. Nino grinned down at Marinette, "Hey dudette, Alya said that your parents were out for the weekend so we thought we could help out. You know what they say; two hands - or in this case eight hands - are better than one!" Marinette smiled, "Thanks guys, I really have no idea what I would do without you." Her eyes widened. Wait. Wait. Wait. "Four? Alya…" Marinette could not believe this. "Alya, who else did you invite to help me with the bakery?" Marinette narrowed her eyes at her her best friends, shooting daggers with her eyes. Alya better get ready for Marinette, sweet Marinette, to turn 'Help Marinette Day" into "Shout At Alya And Ban Her From Getting Any Free Pastries For A Month Day'. Alya chuckled nervously. "Guilty." she said, even though it sounded more like a cautious question to Marinette. Marinette gave Alya about five seconds for her to get ready for the hell she was about to get. I mean, come on. Yes, Alya's intentions were good, but she gave Marinette no warning whatsoever, and Marinette looked like a slob and if Adrien came through the door she would go insane and drop dead and - the bell to the entrance of the bakery jingled. "Hey Nino, Alya, Marinette. How can I help?" Well. Hm. Looks like Adonis appeared. Time to turn into stammering, stumbling Marinette. Well, that sucks.
