"Girl, check this out!"

Alya shut the trapdoor into Marinette's room behind her. Marinette was seated at her desk, staring at her laptop screen. "Oh, Adrien..."

Alya smiled at her friend's back. "Oh, Mari," she whispered to herself. She tiptoed across Marinette's room, stopping right behind her. On the laptop screen was a series of images of Adrien Agreste. Alya shook her head, grinning. Those two would fall in love eventually, but for now, she had something important to show her friend.

"Marinette, snap out of it." Alya snapped her fingers in front of Marinette's face, breaking her from her daze.

"Wha-what? Alya?!" Marinette shut the tab off, and swirled to face her friend, cheeks a light pink colour..

"I have something to tell you." Alya moved to Marinette's chaise and sat, patting the spot to her left. "Guess who has an interview with the one and only Chat Noir?"

Marinette carefully lowered herself onto the chaise. "Um... you?"

"Me!" Alya squealed, ecstatic. She threw her arms her friend. It wasn't an interview with Ladybug, but it was the next best thing. "I'm so excited! Check this out!"

Whipping out her phone, Alya quickly pulled open a video she'd recorded during an akuma attack earlier that day. "I would've come over early, but I wanted to prepare some questions." She pressed play.

Ladybug had already made her exit, but Alya wouldn't let Chat Noir do the same. She had her phone open, recording the akuma attack to post to the Ladyblog. She pushed her way past the civilians recovering from the shock of the battle.

"Chat Noir! Chat Noir!" She called. He was staring after Ladybug, lips parted slightly, awe in his eyes. "Chat Noir!" This time it grabbed his attention. She rushed up to him, keeping her phone trained on his face. "Can I ask you some questions?"

He blinked a few times, recovering from his awe of Ladybug. Alya couldn't blame him. She was a massive Ladybug fan herself. "Uh..." He blinked a few more times, and then a beeping caused his eyes to go wide. He glanced at a ring on his hand, and gasped. "I have to go!"

No! Not now!

Alya grabbed his forearm. "Wait! I have just a few questions, please..." She tried her best hopeful face.

"I can't, sorry." Chat Noir pulled his arm away, turning to run.

Alya's stomach rolled. She wanted this interview so badly! Alya grasped his bicep, a little firmer then intended. In so doing, she couldn't help but notice how firm it was, and how smooth his leather costume was under her hand. "Please!"

Chat Noir shook his head. Then there was the beeping again. "I can't, miss."

He attempted to pull away, but Alya held his arm firmer. "Can I at least interview you soon?"

Chat Noir sighed, exasperated. He shook her hand off of him. "Tonight at nine. In the park by Tom and Sabine Boulangerie Patiserrie."

Squealing, Alya let him make his exit this time.

Marinette squealed for her friend. "Oh my gosh! Alya, I'm so excited for you!"

"Thank you," Alya flipped a strand of hair over her shoulder. "I'll give you my autograph later."

The two giggled.

"But what are you going to ask him?" Marinette asked.

Leaning in toward her friend, Alya smirked conspiratorially. "I can't tell you that, Mari."

"Too bad it isn't Ladybug." Marinette mused. "You'd really be happy."

Shrugging Alya patted Mari's head. "I've interviewed her before. I want to interview her again, though. But right now, I'm really excited about this interview with Chat Noir."

"You'll do amazing, I know it."

"Thanks, girl. I'll let you get back to drooling over Adrien." Standing, Alya made her way toward the trapdoor.

Marinette squeaked. "I wasn't drooling!"

"Whatever makes you sleep better at night," Alya said, pulling open the trapdoor and climbing down the first few steps.

"I was not drooling!"

"Of course you weren't." Alya closed the trapdoor, smiling to herself. Marinette was a mess.

"Hello, Belle fille," A familiar voice whispered in Alya's ear.

Startled, Alya yelped. She spun around, her vision focusing on two green orbs. "You scared me!"

They stood in the middle of the park, in the light of a lamp. Clouds blocked out the moon, blanketing their surrounding in an extra layer of darkness.

"Sorry, milady." He grinned ruefully.

Alya straightened her spine, refusing to let the excitement bubbling inside her show on the outside. "So, you want to sit?" She motioned to a nearby bench.

Chat Noir mimicked her motion. "After you, Belle."

Rolling her eyes, Alya took a seat. As Chat Noir sat beside her, Alya pressed record on her phone. "So..." she gave the cat a few seconds to get comfortable. "What made you accept my interview earlier?"

Chat grinned. "You were the purr-fect beauty and I couldn't turn you down."

"Haha." Alya was unamused. "I understand you were in a rush, but couldn't you of just made a run for it anyway?"

"Well, you had my arm in a pretty firm hold, Bell fille. It was a tight situation, and I gave in." He hesitated, then smiled proudly at his bad pun.

"Okay... I can see why Ladybug is annoyed by you at times."

Chat sat up straight, gasping in mock offense. "My Bugaboo annoyed with me? That's impossible!" He leaned back, resting one hand behind his head. "No one can be annoyed with this." He motioned at himself with his free hand.

Rolling her eyes, Alya tried a different approach. "So... you seem very close to Ladybug. Are you two a thing?"

His eyes lit up like a child's at Christmas. "Of course! Unless..." one side of his mouth lifted into a smirk. "You want us to be a thing."

I might as well play along this time.

"Ooh, and will Ladybug be jealous?" Alya asked.

"She'll understand." Chat let his rear slide forward on the bench, so that he looked even more relaxed then before. Alya gulped. She couldn't let his flirting get to her.

"Uh- I..." All thoughts escaped her mind, and the hand holding her phone slackened ever so lightly. When had her mouth gotten so dry?

He titled his head, his perfect green eyes gazing curiously at her. Why was she noticing how perfectly green his eyes were?

"Cat got your tongue?" He drawled.

"I... wow..." She tried to shake herself out of the daze, but her gaze shifted to his lips. They were a little thin, but they held her attention nonetheless.

"Wow?" He smirked again, and Alya leaned toward him ever so slightly.

She really shouldn't. This was just supposed to be an interview. But she realized now that the hand holding her phone rested on her lap. She wasn't supposed to feel this way. Wasn't supposed to fall for his flirting. But she couldn't resist.

"Come here, Chatty Boy," She murmured, leaning forward, wrapping her free arm around the back of his neck.

Instinctively, his eyes widened and he pulled back. Alya could see it in his face. He realized he'd gone too far.

But she couldn't resist those lips; those eyes. Instead of struggling to pull him to her, she pushed him against the backrest, leaning into him, placing her lips against his. His lips were so soft, Alya pushed forward even further.

Chat, on the other hand, was flailing his arms wildly, trying to find something to grab onto to keep from slipping further on the bench, trying to push her off of him. She was too involved, though. Grabbing his shoulders, she held him still.

And then it clicked in her mind. What was she doing? Alya pulled away from him, and squealed. "I'm so sorry!"

Gasping for air, Chat stared at her, a mix of embarrassment and something unreadable in his eyes. She had just kissed Chat Noir! The hero of Paris! Ladybug's partner! Alya groaned in shame, letting go of her phone and covering her face.

And then he chuckled. Alya peaked at him through her fingers. He was relaxed again, one arm tossed over the back of the bench. She whimpered, and he tilted his head, his big cat ears twitching playfully. She wished she could wipe that smirk off his face.

"I didn't know you were such a pawsome kisser," he said. He said it in a way that made Alya giggle, despite what she'd just done.

"You seemed pretty desperate to get out of it!" Alya retorted through her hands. "I wouldn't call that a pawsome kiss."

Leaning toward her, he placed his palms on her knees. "Maybe if you hadn't pounced on me, I might have liked it."

Swatting his hands away, Alya rolled her eyes. "Okay, Chatty Boy, lay off a litt-"

And then his lips were pressed against hers. They were soft, tender. He was gentle, unlike her.

Alya pushed against his chest, and he complied, pulling away from her.

"Sorry," he murmured.

But Alya wanted his lips back on hers. She grasped his shoulders, and pulled him to her, kissing him. He responded, finding where his lips fit against hers. His fingers wound themselves into her wavy locks, pulling her a bit closer.

Fireworks exploded in Alya's chest, and her heartbeat picked up. She pushed forward a bit more, but Chat stopped. He drew his fingers from her hair, letting his palms rest on her shoulders. Alya's lips felt cold when his backed away.

"Don't want to go too far," he said, gently.

And then he was gone, leaving Alya empty, and without an interview.

"Alya, what's wrong with you?"

Alya snapped out of her stupor, blinking at her friend. They stood at the fringes of their collège's courtyard, by one of the green pillars supporting the second floor.

"Wha-what?" Glancing around, Alya tried to process what was happening. "What happened?"

"You've not been yourself all morning, Alya! What happened at that interview last night?" Mari crossed her arms, demanding an answer.

"Uh...nothing happened!" Smiling, Alya hoped that her friend wouldn't persist.

"Then show me the interview," Marinette, held out her hand. "It's not even on the Ladyblog! Did Chat Noir not show up?"

"Uh..."

"And Adrien has been staring at you all morning! It's like he's in love with you." Marinette gasped, eyes going wide. She chewed her nails as she spoke, frantic. "Adrien's in love with you! And then you two will marry, and I'll have to be happy for you, and then I'll have to leave Paris so that I won't be jealous, and I'll grow old alone, but I won't be alone, because I'll have to get a bunch of cats to keep me happy, and then-"

"Girl," Alya held her friend at arm's length, smiling in an assuring manner. "Adrien and I are not getting together. We've put too much effort into getting him to notice you. Whatever you thought you saw, he does not love me."

Marinette stared at friend for several seconds, still frantic. And then she straightened. "Adrien is coming!"

Alya turned around, following her friend's gaze to the blonde-haired boy. He kept his eyes on Alya, and stopped a few feet from the two girls.

"Hey, Alya." After a few moments, he turned to Marinette, blinking in surprise. "Hey, Marinette," he smiled. Then his haze moved back to Alya. "Would you, um..." he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, " hang out, later at the park?"

What? No! Ask Mari!

"Um, I'm not sure I'll be open then, but..." Alya turned to her friend, who looked completely deflated. "Maybe Marinette would like to!" Smiling brightly, Alya pushed her friend toward Adrien.

"What?!" Mari's eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets. She went stiff, her heels dragging on the concrete as Alya pushed her forward.

"I bet you two have a lot in common!" Alya gave her friend one last shove, and Mari's face slammed into Adrien's chest, causing them both to stumble back.

"Ow!" they yelped in unison.

Cringing slightly, Alya continued. "See, you two are perfect for each other!"

Just like you and Chat.

"Actually," Adrien helped Marinette steady herself, "I really wanted to hang out with you, Alya."

"Great," shaking her head, Alya tried to think of what caused this sudden romantic interest from Adrien. Staring at her? Asking her out? What was wrong with him?! He was supposed to be falling for Marinette.

"Fine, but only if Marinette gets to come," Alya crossed her arms, smugly.

Hesitantly, Adrien's eyes shifted from Alya, to Mari, to Alya. His mouth hung open, ready to protest. Alya could practically see the gears in his mind spinning. She'd make him notice Mari. "I-" he cut himself off. He glanced back and forth between them a few more times, then plastered an unrealistically big grin to his face. "Of course, Marinette can come!"

"I can?" Mari's eyes got wide.

Slipping an arm around Marinette's shoulders, Alya grinned triumphantly. "Of course you can."

"YES!" Mari squealed.

Hey ya'll. I know this had a sudden ending, but it was becoming too long. Leave a review if you want me to do a Part 2. Unless it's asked for, I plan to move on to other ideas.

I hope you enjoyed this, despite the cliffhanger! Even if you didn't enjoy it, please leave a review anyway with what you do want to see in this series. I love them reviews! OwO