Alrighty guys! This story is a bit different than what I normally write. You'll find out why next chapter.

This is kinda my way of working around the MariChat cliches.

I am trying to go back to what I used to do in my old stories which is when I post a chapter I must always have the next chapter written. Therefore I can try to get back on a regular schedule for posting.

I have not forgotten my other two stories that I am working on. I know some of you are probably wondering when I'll ever finish The Lady Who Texted a Chat… I'm not sure exactly? I kinda feel lost working on that story because I don't have LadyoftheBirds with me anymore.

I can't really promise that I'll finish it anytime soon but I will do my best.

Anyways onto the story?

I wake with a start with a phantom feeling of lips having been pressed to mine.

"Plagg?" I moan in frustration with myself.

He grumbles in his sleep and refuses to wake. I stare up at the high ceilings of my bedroom, lost in thought. Just another dream...

More often than not my dreams have been startling me awake. Memories of bright blue eyes and cherry blossoms dance in my head.

The memory of the scent of cinnamon and sugar fill my thoughts.

I can't help but long to see her smile, to hear her laugh.

When I check my messages on my phone I'm surprised to see that Marinette is still online despite it being late into the night.

Marinette… The girl I've grown to love as Adrien over the years since we met in school when we were thirteen and as Chat during quiet nights spent talking on her balcony.

I grimace when I think back to all of the countless times I said we were just friends.

Will we ever be more than friends? Will I ever get to take her out on a date, hold her hand, or shower her in love the way she deserves?

She's the highlight of every day, my light in the dark. Soon enough I find myself staring at her phone contact and one in the morning.

In attempt to turn off my phone my finger slips and hits the call button.

I freeze in panic and before I know it her voice fills my room.

"Chat? What are you doing up so late?" She asks.

"I uhm, I accidentally called you?"

"People don't just accidentally dial each others' phone numbers when they're supposed to be asleep, Minou…" She blanches.

I huff. "I couldn't sleep…"

"Nightmares?"

"No, not at all… The dream was just too good to be true." I admit.

"What was the dream about?" She asks.

"You." I mumble.

"Wh-What?"

I take a deep breath and brace myself for rejection.

"Do you think we could ever be more than just friends?"