"Good morning Marinette!" said Marinette's mother said.
as Marinette walked through the bakery's doors, "How was school?"
"Same as always," Marinette replied, hugging her mother.
"Oh, Marinette, we just baked some macarons!" exclaimed Marinette's mother, "Just came out of the oven!"
"You know I love macarons," Marinette said jokingly, making her mother laugh. "I'm going to my room," Marinette would say, grabbing two macarons from the pan, and walking upstairs.
"Okay honey!" Her mother would reply.
As soon as Marinette got up into her room, Marinette would place her backpack in the corner and put her purse on her desk. She'd sit down and admire the Adrien posters on her wall.
"Marinette!"
"Huh?" Marinette replied, "Oh, Tikki!"
Marinette would run over to her bag, and open it, releasing the poor kwami.
"Sorry Tikki! Kinda got, uh..." Marinette would stare at the pictures of Adrien on her wall and blush.
"This is the third time this week!" Tikki would yell. Tikki didn't like to be stuffed into a bag, let alone being left in it to coo over a classmate.
"Sorry Tikki..." Marnette would softly say, "...Oh! Here's a macaron for your hard work!" Marinette would grab a macaron, and hand it to Tikki. Tikki would lick her lips, and eat it in one bite.
"Yum!" Tikki would say.
Marinette would lay on her bed, sighing. I'm not very responsible, Marinette thought. I mean, I'm even leaving my kwami in a bag! Can kwamis even overhe-
Her thoughts were interrupted by people talking downstairs. Marinette went over to her door and walked slowly downstairs to investigate. I'm a secret spy! Marinette jokingly thought.
As she walked closer, she could barely make out who was making the sounds. Chloe? Why is she here? Marinette thought, remembering how much Chloe hated this place.
"Mommy requests some chocolate macarons, stat!" Chloe would yell at Marinette's parents, while Marinette could tell her parents were overwhelmed.
"Mom, I can help," Marinette would say softly to her mother, and her mother nodded. As Marinette walked toward the kitchen, she saw Chloe glance at her.
"Marinette!" Chloe yelled.
"What is it, Chloe?" replied Marinette
"You need to check the Ladyblog," Chloe sneered, "You aren't going to believe what your so-called-friend put on there!"
Exactly as Chloe finished speaking, The macarons where done.
"Here are your macarons ma'am!" Marinette's father said, handing her the bag of macaroons with a golden bow on top.
Chloe snatched the macaron bag out of his hand and shot a dirty look at Marinette. Marinette did the same.
Chloe sashayed out of the store, with her bodyguard right behind her. Her parents looked at each other, then to Marinette.
"How is Chloe, like at school, Marinette?" Her father asked.
"Not pleasant," Marinette replied.
"We can tell," Her mother said, putting her hand on Marinette's shoulders.
Marinette excused herself and went up the stairs to her room. She slowly opened the door and walked in.
"Tikki, why does Chloe act so rude?" Marinette asked Tikki.
"Can't ask me that, Marinette," Tikki giggled, "Have any more of those macaroons?"
"No, Chloe made us use the last of the ingredients."
"Darn it, let's go out and get some!"
"Tikki..."
"Come on Marinette! It will even get you out of the house, and will get you thinking!"
"All right Tikki. Let's go ask my mom and dad."
Marinette walked downstairs to see her mother with her purse walking out of the bakery.
"Mom!" Marinette called.
Her mother turned around. "Yes, Marinette?"
"I can go shopping for the supplies instead of you, I mean, if you want.."
"Sure! I need to help your father clean up the bakery." Her mother handed her a paper. "This is the supplies you will need. We have another order for macarons, so you need to hurry. Okay Marinette?"
Marinette nodded. "See you later! Je t'aime !"
Marinette ran down the street, paper in hand, running toward the market. When she got there, she looked at the paper and walked inside.
"Okay, first, I'll need almond flour." She looked up from the paper and went to the baking aisle.
"Almond flour, almond flour, AHA!" She grabbed the almond flour from the shelf.
"Hmm, next I'll need powdered sugar." She walked a little bit over to the powdered sugar. She reached her hand up and realized she couldn't reach it. Marinette looked around and made sure that no one was watching, and she climbed the shelf and grabbed the powdered sugar. She sat it in her basket then walked away slowly.
I really hope nobody saw that... She thought, That wouldn't be the greatest...
BAM!
Marinette ran right into someone. Marinette stood up slowly, making sure her groceries didn't get hurt. Then she realized someone was on the ground right in front of her.
"Oh mon Dieu !" Marinette cried, "I'm so sorry!"
Marinette held out her hand and the boy looked up. Marinette's eyes widened and her face turned a cherry red.
"Adrien?" She stammered.
"Oh, Marinette," Adrien said.
"Where are your bodyguards?"
"I snuck out, just so I can be myself for once. I'm always being patrolled."
"I'm surprised they didn't see you!"
"Heh, uh, yeah..." Adrien had a flashback of him transforming into Chat Noir and climbing out of his window.
"So, uh, why did you come to the, um, the uh, market?" Marinette stammered. She then cringed at herself for stuttering so much.
"I knew they wouldn't look for me here. I mean, a model, at a tiny little market."
"Yeah, well, I've gotta get some ingredients for macarons. My family has to make another batch of macarons today, and we're out of ingredients."
"I can help!"
"Really Adrien? That's so sweet of you. Here..." Marinette ripped the paper in half and handed half of it to Adrien. "Here, you get those, and I'll get this stuff." Marinette walked away to get her ingredients.
Egg whites... she thought. She went to the freezer part of the market and looked around. No egg whites, I should just get eggs then see what happens. Marinette grabbed the eggs and carefully put them in her basket.
I'm gonna go look for Adrien. He should be done by now, at least, I hope so. Marinette thought. She walked over to the checkout and saw Adrien standing there.
"Adrien!" She yelled, "Did you get everything?"
"Yeah!" Adrien replied, "Come to check if I have the right things!"
Marinette walked over to Adrien, looking in his hands to see if he has the right groceries.
Tartar, check, Marinette thought.
Sugar, check.
Vanilla extract, check.
Various colors of food coloring, check.
"You have everything, Adrien!" Marinette beamed.
"Good!" Adrien replied, "Let's check out!"
Marinette and Adrien walked over to the checkout and bought the ingredients.
"We must go our separate ways!" Adrien joked. Marinette giggled. "Goodbye, milady."
Marinette's eyes grew large and her face turned red as Adrien walked away.
"HELP! SOMEBODY, HELP!"
Marinette and Adrien turned around and saw someone running towards them.
"SOMEONE CALL LADYBUG AND CHAT NOIR! SOMEONE'S BEEN AKUMATIZED!"
Marinette looked at Adrien. "Sorry, I've gotta get to, uh... safety! Yeah, safety..." Marinette stammered.
"Yeah, my bodyguards will be fired if I get hurt by the akumatized person, or whatever," Adrien agreed, "C'ya around!"
The two ran opposite ways, while Marinette hiding behind the corner. "Alright, Tikki, it's time to transform!" Marinette said, "Tikki, spots on!"
Nothing happened.
"Uh... let me try again. Tikki, spots on!"
Nothing happened.
"Tikki?" Marinette looked down where her bag is, and nothing was there.
"I forgot my bag at home!"
Marinette sprinted to the bakery, even though that's where the akumatized victim is.
When Marinette got there, she ran inside, to see her parents cornered by the akumatized victim. The victim looked at her but looked back at her parents.
Marinette ran over to it, screaming, "Laisse mes parents seuls !"
The victim fell, stunned. "Did you just kick me in the face?" It asked, very surprised a girl just went up to a victim of Hawk Moth and kicked it in the face like it was nothing.
"Uhh..." Marinette gulped. Her parents looked at her confused, wondering how their clumsy, forgetful daughter would kick a victim of Hawk Moth in the face.
Marinette ran to her room, to get Tikki. She ran up and quickly transformed.
"Tikki, spots on!"