So, um, this is my first legit writing project. I haven't exactly written anything since high school, so bear with me here. I'm not the best at writing, and sometimes I try too hard. Other times I don't try hard enough. Until I get into a rhythm, I'll be experimenting. Thanks in advance guys.
Green eyes shining bright,
Peach skin, so lovely and light,
With hair so blonde; try as I might,
I cannot ask you to be mine tonight.
Marinette sighed dreamily as she began to doodle on her notebook page. She drew messy hair, large, curious eyes, and soft lips. As she added the details, She only fell more in love...
"Ooh girl, you gotta stop with the depressing poetry!" Alya exclaimed as she snatched Marinette's notebook mid-draw. Marinette looked to her friend and frantically reached for it to no avail whilst Alya held it just out of reach. "No no no! Give me that before Adrien—"
"Before I what?" The blonde boy walked in with Nino, who examined the two as Marinette froze in place. "O-Oh! A-Adrien! It's ah—It's n-nothing I-I just—" Alya pushed Marinette back into her seat. "She just was writing. That's all. Nothing suspicious here." Nino took his spot in front of his lady and smiled as Alya began to whisper inaudibly to him.
Marinette sighed and began to put her notebook away before Adrien laid a gentle hand on it. "You like to write?" He seemed to brighten up. Marinette only stared at him, frozen in place as she looked into his mesmerizing emerald eyes. "I.. I-I... I.." In her mind, she panicked. Alya looked over and rolled her eyes, before turning to Adrien. "Yup! She writes notes and cheesy poetry and—"
"Poetry?" Adrien brightened up. "You write poetry?" He asked as Marinette stared. Her eye began to twitch as she stuttered. "N-N-No, o-only w-w-w-when the mo-ood strikes..." She said as she laughed uncomfortably. Adrien smiled, "Wow... An artist and a writer. You're amazing Marinette! I hope I can read your work one day!" As he turned away, Marinette replied, "N-No! Not as amazing as yooooouuuuu—r dad!"
Plagg poked his head out of Adrien's bag and eyed the notebook. He smiled mischievously as he muttered to himself. "Hmmm... I wanna read it too. Maybe it'll stink as much as his..." He chuckled as he floated his way up and into her backpack as Marinette put the notebook away.
He began to flip through the pages, "Stupid, stupid, dumb, gross, stupi—wait." He read the poem, left unfinished in her bag. "Ooohoohoo, what have we here? A poem about Adrien?" He giggled as he ripped out the page when the bell rang and floated back into Adrien's bag when everyone was settled, poem in hand.
Plagg read the page over and over again, laughing quietly to himself. "To think that girl likes Adrien... Hmm, maybe this will get the stick out of his butt." He began to think to himself, If I get these two together, maybe he'll open up a bit and get over Ladyblughh.
Thus began the cranking gears of his mind. He began to lay out his plans in his head, all while keeping it to himself.
Noon rolled around fairly quickly, and it was soon lunch. As Adrien sat in the park eating by himself, Plagg's little black head poked out of his bag. "Hey, Adrien. Lookie what I got!" He said as he lifted up the folded piece of notebook paper. Adrien rose an eyebrow as he looked at the note. "What's this, Plagg? Trying your art skills again?" He asked. Plagg rolled his eyes and replied, "That was a phase. I... found this little baby. Maybe this will cheer you up!" Adrien blinked. "Did you steal something from Chloe again?"
"N-No!"
"Oh my god. You did."
"No! It's not Chloe's! Read iiiiiiiiiiiiit!"
Adrien groaned as he ran his hand down his face. "Stupid cat..." He picked up the note and unfolded it.
"Where is it!?" Marinette exclaimed as she searched through her notebook. "It's gone," She began to hyperventilate as she dug through her backpack. "The poem is gone!"
Alya opened the trap door as she poked her head up, cookies in hand. "Wait, what?" She asked confusedly. A pillow soared by her head as Marinette tore her bed apart. Alya sighed, "Oh my god... Girl, get ahold of yourself. It could just be in your locker!"
Marinette snapped her head to Alya. "My locker was empty when I left! I made sure to grab everything for the weekend! It's absolutely positively GONE!" She screamed as she fell into her pillows.
Alya looked at her friend and sat on the floor. "Marinette... Marinette, come on. You didn't sign it, did you?" Marinette shook her head as she tried to smother herself. "Then no one will know it's you," Alya said with a sigh and munched her cookie. "You'll be fine."
"This is so cheesy," Adrien said with a smile as he read and re-read the poem. "I absolutely love it. Who wrote this?"
"That girl who sits behind you in Ms. Bustier's class." Plagg replied with a grin and floated next to Adrien. "I think you should give her a chance. Ask her out." Adrien blinked, a blush creeping up on his face. "What? No, I can't just ask her out." Plagg scoffed, "Pfft, sure you can! 'Hey, what's yer face, let's go on a date!'" Adrien glared at the small cat and retorted, "Her name is Marinette."
Plagg pouted. "Just give her a chance, dude. She obviously likes you."
"But I love Ladybug! Sure, Marinette is cute, and sweet, and really just mind blowingly funny..." Adrien stood and brushed Plagg off his shoulder, causing the kwami to tumble away. "I know Milady doesn't like me now, but you don't know the way she looks at me without the costume! With those sweet, bluebelle eyes..." He sighed. "… Just like Marinette's sweet bluebelle eyes..." His head snapped up and he snatched Plagg out of the air. "What if Marinette is Ladybug!?"
Plagg stared at Adrien, obviously unamused by the assumption. "Uh... No." Adrien blinked and replied, "Why not? They look so much alike..."
"Ladybug is confident. She's a damn good fighter too."
"Marinette could be confident if she wanted to be."
"Ladybug is able to compose herself. Whatsherface can't utter a word around you."
"A-And Ladybug can't either!"
"You don't let her."
Adrien puffed out his cheeks in defiance. "Oh come on, Plagg. You have to see a resemblance. Marinette takes on a confident stance when she needs to. Remember Darkblade?" Plagg sat in Adrien's palm and scratched his ear with his hind foot before sniffing it and making a face."You mean D'Argencourt? Yeah, she bossed everyone around like she ran the place." Adrien dropped the kwami and self-assuredly pumped his fist into the air. "Just like Ladybug! You know what? I will ask her out! Then I'll prove to you she's Ladybug!"
