My Best Friend

Hey Journal! It's me again! Today is Alya's Birthday so it is only right that I make today's entry all about my brilliant best friend, my partner in crime (sorry, Chat Noir), and my sister. Well, I might write a little about Adrien, but I can't help it. I am weak.

When you hear the words "Best Friend" odds are a face will pop up in your mind without your control. In my case, not only does Alya's face pop up, but her voice does too. Very loudly, I might add. In my mind, she is excitedly telling me something about her blog or she is violently urging me to talk to Adrien (sigh). It brings a smile to my face, just like the real Alya does.

Let me just try to explain how incredible this girl is. For starters, she is intensely brave. Nothing scares her. To be honest, that scares me. I can't tell you how many heart attacks she has given me as she recklessly puts herself in danger for the sake of her journalism. Still, I wish I was as fearless as her sometimes. She doesn't silently crush and pine. Alya goes out and gets what she wants. It's her super power.

I would say her most astonishing talent is her ability to put up with me. Alya knows the crazier parts of me and loves me anyway. She likes the less miraculous me and I don't even have to try. It makes me want to be better without making me feel bad about myself. Does that make sense? I mean, Alya knows my flaws. She loves me in spite of, or rather because of them. She helps me try to overcome them and is there for me when I don't.

I'm going to have to stop myself from writing anymore because I can already tell, this short summary could quickly become a book. I'll just hit the highlights. Alya is thoughtful and kind. She is alarmingly observant and at the same time, hopelessly oblivious. Alya stands up for what's right and never backs down. It's amazing how strong she is. I'm rambling but these are the things that pop up when I think of my dearest friend.

Alright, let me just tell you what this angel did for me today. So I was talking to Nino first period to settle on the details for Alya's party that afternoon. We had tried to keep it a secret but that fell through fast (That girl is an information shark. Simply savage). Anyway, she gave us privacy to plan the details. As I was talking to Nino, out of the corner of my eye I saw Alya talking to Adrien (sigh). I tried not to stare too long at his gorgeous face and pay attention to what Nino was saying. It was hard but I powered through, sort of.

At the end of first period, I was in my locker, completely oblivious to everything. I was thinking about the party arrangements. The theme was Ladybug (lol) and I was in charge of the cake and snacks. It would have all been easy as cake (zing) if my mom hadn't accidently sold my freshly decorated Ladybug cake to a little girl for her birthday. I forgot to mark it as personal so it was my own fault. Mentally, I was going through a list of all the things I needed to take care of (including making a whole new cake before tonight) as I shut my locker. Suddenly, Adrien's face was right where my locker door was.

Being the beacon of grace I am, I let out a small (not so small) shriek and did what I can only describe as jerky karate moves. Pretty great, tbh. I caught myself before I smacked the flawless model in his money making face.

"ADRIEN! WHAT- HOW- Hi?" I yelled at the poor (beautiful) boy.

"Hey, Marinette! Sorry to scare you. I was just talking to Alya about her 'surprise' birthday," he smiled and did the most aesthetically pleasing air quotes ever in the history of the world.

"Oh yeah! It is her birthday and we are having a party! You're right, she was born today and um yeah…" Can you read that and tell how much I wanted to die just then? I can still taste the awkward in my mouth. Adrien, being the literal angel from heaven that he is, didn't laugh at my stupidity at all. He only looked mildly confused (beautifully, mildly confused).

"Right… well, I was told that you were in charge and I just wanted to tell you that I'm free to help you. Nino said he had the music. Rose and Juleka are handling the decorations. I'm sort of feeling left out," he scratched the back of his head adorably.

"Oh, I didn't mean for you to feel left out! I'm sorry, Adrien! It's just I figured you would be busy doing model stuff or something, you know, because you are a model and um…" Nice one, Marinette.

"No need to be sorry! I appreciate your consideration. Still, I'd like to help. I'm free this afternoon from model stuff. Alya mentioned that you might have something for me to do…" he said as the first bell rang. We started walking to class. Together. Adrien is walking me to class! Granted we have to go down the same hallway to get to our classes but still!

"She said that? Well, I'm not really sure if that's true. The only thing left is for me to make the cake this afternoon and…"

"Perfect!" Adrien said with a beaming smile. We were at my art class door. Mentally, I let out a scream. Adrien Agreste just walked me to my class. Adrien Agreste is smiling at me.

"You're perfect… WHAT-Uh I mean, what's perfect?" I squeaked. Nice save, Marinette.

"I can help you make the cake this afternoon," he stated it like it was a simple fact.

"Cake?" was my stunning reply.

"Yeah, I'll come by the bakery right after school. In fact, we should have Gorilla drive us. Sound okay?" he was walking backwards, toward his next class. It was cute but a secret part of me wished he would stop facing me. I could feel my blush reaching dangerous tomato levels.

"Sounds okay," I choked out before heading to class. Needless to say, I was distracted mess for the rest of school.

I won't write about how amazing the drive was, with Adrien being funny and making my awkwardness less awkward (he said he was glad to have someone to talk to because his chauffer was usually quiet). I won't write about how much fun we had baking, even though I spilled flour all over him (it was so bad he had to take a shower, in my shower!). I won't go on about how charming and brilliant he was; even though he knew next to nothing of baking (he couldn't even preheat the oven).

I will tell you about the party and how I hugged Alya so tight, she started to turn blue. Nino kept the music going and the dance floor alive. The decorations done by the girls were adorable but it was a little strange seeing my face (or Ladybug's face) everywhere. The best part, according to everyone else, was the cake. Adrien gave me a fist bump when Kim complemented it loudly. It reminded me of Chat so much I found myself missing the crazy cat a bit.

Everyone seemed to have a good time. Chloé didn't make an appearance which was a blessing. I guess she didn't know Adrien was going to be there. Alya got lots of cool gifts from everyone. (I got her a Ladybug t-shirt, handmade by yours truly) As the party started to thin out, I caught Alya's arm.

"Hey, birthday girl," I whispered mischievously, "Thank you for the gift of Adrien today. You are literally a Friendship Goddess sent from the Friendship Gods of planet Freaking Awesome."

"Oh it was nothing! Well, it was something. Give me details! I saw you get in his limo, girl!" she gushed loudly. I was glad Adrien had already left.

"Later. I have a surprise for you. Tonight at midnight, a certain someone is going to knock on your window. You should let her in," I said with a smirk.

Of course she begged for details which I denied her. I got home as soon as I could but the commute took longer than normal. I gave my mom and dad a quick goodnight and rushed to my room to transform. Swinging as fast as I could, I made it to Alya's by ten past twelve.

I didn't even have to knock. She was on her balcony, waiting. I thought she would pass out when she saw Ladybug was her surprised guest. I told her that Marinette had sought out Ladybug to tell her it was Alya's birthday (Man, it's weird writing in third person).

"How could I miss the mastermind behind the LadyBlog's birthday?" I thought she would pass out after I said that. I answered some questions (vaguely) and took some selfies. I even did a short interview. All in all, I think Alya had a pretty good birthday. She definitely deserved it.