It was a chilly, typical Sunday night, as a certain blue eyed girl groaned and buried her head in her arm. Now, Marinette wasn't particularly fond of not being able to finish everything. She was a committed person after all. Still, she seemed to be buried into heaps of what she would prefer to refer to as, 'responsibility cakes' and she at last decided that it was too much.

So during that chilly, typical Sunday night, she had whined and complained to the phone as her ever so loyal, and definitely and absolutely committed best friend Alya had come to the rescue. In a matter of fifteen minutes, the shops bell had softly tinkled as she had found her best friend in her usual, "I'mma do somethin' about it' posture that had declared that she was ready to fix her problem, with her special skills that she would one day add in her resume.

"Girl, take a deep breath and calm down. This girl may not be a superhero, but I'm here and ready to help." And indeed she was. Her gaze was stern enough, which even a silly stray kitty would cower under her glare. Marinette did as she was told to and breathed in and out, only to have the pain of stress filling up her thoughts again.

She sighed in exasperation. "I can't do this anymore Alya! I can't get enough rest and everything is just so, so… stressful!" She grumbled and ran her hands through her hair. "I just don't know what to do!"

Alya marched up to her and grabbed her shoulders. "Get a hold of yourself; you're turning this simple problem into a big fat mess! Focus, and tell me all the shenanigans that you're dealing with right now."

Marinette held out her hand and counted out all the things she'd been worried about. "Well, first of all the third year of high school is starting, and I bet that it be tougher than the last! I also have to help with the bakery, and make time for my designing and you guys…." Not to mention being Paris's superhero too…

Alya raised her eyebrows. "And, what else?"

Marinette thought for a moment, dreamily sighing as she breathed out a well known name. "And then there's Adrien…" Alya sighed at the girl's love for the blonde model. But she also knew the possibility of having to get rid of it.

The auburn haired girl sighed in contemplation. Rubbing her hands, her eyes lit up in determination, as she looked at Marinette again. "Okay, so we first have to sort out why it's all important. That way, we'll be able break it down to solve this problem." Alya sniffed and posed with supposed poise and grace. "See, all you need is a professional after all."

I chuckled. Biting my lip, I pondered about the 'responsibility cakes" topped on my plate. "Well I can't exactly do anything about being a junior, so that one's out. Then the bakery…well I love my parents too much to not help them. And I'm certainly not throwing my dreams of being a designer away. Neither will I boot our friendship off the window."

Alya collected her thoughts. Her face then turned into a sudden realization, before giving the poor girl a smile. "Well if that's the case, there's only one thing to get rid of…"

Marinette's face became one of astounding surprise. "No, Alya, just no. What if he was my soulmate and I threw it all away? What if fate decided to bite in the back, and I have to marry a guy who doesn't love me at all? Oh no, what am I gonna do?"

Alya gave her panicking friend, a look that was a mixture of both pity and amusement."Dear, I support with all my heart and you know it. But is this really necessary? I mean, you're still fifteen and there so much people out there y'know…"

Marinette bit her lips as she collected her thoughts. "I guess so…" Alya felt rather sad for her friend. She never saw someone fall that hard for someone else.

"I didn't fall for him because his was handsome, although that was part of the reason; I fell in love with him because he was sweet, nice, and charming too." Marinette sulked and slumped in her chair. "Too bad my mouth foams every time I ever try to talk to him…"

The Ladyblogger placed her hands on the poor bluenette's shoulder. "Tell you what; we'll start slow by taking off the postersand the schedule here in your room. And I don't know, maybe you should toughen up and act normal around him. Well…as normal as you get."

Marinette gave her a soft, pitiful smile and dragged herself up, as she slowly, but surely ripped the posters and schedule that she had hung in her room. Oh, the pain. Alya felt like every time Marinette had removed a poster, her life force seemed to drain bit by bit. Until she had sunk to the ground, the colors of pink (which symbolizes love and all that stuff) overwhelming her broken heart. Oh well, too bad.

Chuckling, the reporter had picked the lifeless girl off the ground, as she had moaned in protest mumbling something incoherently. Alya was sure that it was along the lines of, 'leave me alone to die.' The red head simply shrugged and reprimanded her. She was for sure never letting her do that.

So in the end, Alya had stayed, quickly phoning her mother to let her know that she was there for a very good reason. Still, her mother had wondered what in the world her daughter had meant by, 'I need to stay because Marinette might kill herself from her own…unwise ways (or stupidity, but Alya hadn't wanted to be mean). Her mother had simply shrugged, while far way, in a very pink room, her own daughter had tried to revive her friend back.

Marinette was proud of herself today; as in really, really proud of herself today. Why you may ask? For today, with the help of her own wonderful gift of a best friend, she had been punctual. Fifteen minutes early to be exact. Yes people, you may bow down to her. That was how great she felt.

Okay, so she wasn't exactly doing a happy dance or screaming out loud in joy. Yes she was happy, but she had managed to conserve all her excitement by simply sketching on her sketchbook with the plainest expression in the world. She had no idea what in the world she was doing, but she had managed to trace the lines along a certain curve that she had soon come to realize. She was drawing a flower, similar to the one accentuated on her mother's treasured comb.

And that was when a new idea popped up into her head as she had begun designing a dress, with the same fairness and eloquence as the flower she had drawn. In less than ten minutes, she had managed to create a laced dress, which had curved and flowed much like the flower petal in her other sketch.

Busy as she is, she had not notice a pair of green eyes staring at her drawing. A certain blonde headed model had nothing to do. Because a certain DJ was busy flirting with Alya, and the rest of the class were left into their own conversations.

So, quietly he had turned around to see a particular designer, sketching a dress fit enough to be worth more than his own father's designs. Her pink tongue had merely stuck out, as her blue eyes remained focused towards her new design. Adrien knew Marinette's skills; still her designs had left him in amazement.

Astounded by her skills as a designer, Adrien had spoken in wonder. "Wow Marinette, that looks amazing." Thinking of it now, wonder had been too much of a subtle word for what Adrien had sounded like. He was amazed. And maybe his own amazement had caused that particular designer to fumble in surprise.

Marinette had nearly jumped out of her seat. Nearly. She had stared at the Adrien whose eyes had widened as much as hers had, although she was sure her eyes were bulging out of her head. Regaining her own sub-consciousness, she had simply gave a soft smile (or at least hoped to) and waved to the still wide-eyed blonde model. "Good morning Adrien! It's nice to see you back here again."

As if Adrien's eyes weren't already wide enough, it almost seemed to almost fall out of his head. Did Marinette just speak to him normally and like a very average human being? And as if the world had turned upside down, although that is scientifically incorrect, Adrien Agreste, the cool and charming guy had stumbled upon his words. "O-oh, uh hi Marinette! It- is, but actually, I uh…it's good to see you?"

Adrien for sure knew that he had looked like a tomato. And it did not help that Marinette had giggled at his state, to which Adrien had reverted into a flaming jalapeno, as his face had burned from embarrassment. He had certainly not guessed that this is how the first day would go. Bad luck really loves to come his way.

Meanwhile, Marinette was silently thanking Alya for staying and giving her lessons on how to subtly ignore someone (which took quite a long time, as they stayed up to 3 AM, but no one needs to know that). And of course, Marinette had to also thank the internet for it's helpful tips, I mean, how do we not survive without it?

Still inside, the nervousness had filled her insides as she thought it was rather cute to see the model all flustered and blushing. Focus Marinette, you know that you need enough time as it is. Marinette sighed as she clenched her fist in remembrance of her one goal.

After shaking out of his embarrassment, he had noticed the steely, reluctant gaze Marinette had. It was as if she was trying to avoid staring at him. Curios, he had wanted to ask if she was okay, however their homeroom teacher had came into the classroom, immediately shutting everyone up.

Once again, Mme Bustier had become their homeroom teacher once again. While the teacher had been indeed glad that she had her old class with two new students, she was not exactly glad to have that someone back. She had tucked her stray hair and looked towards the class.

"Welcome back students. I believe that you all know each other by now, classmates or not. However, there will be a new student joining us. Jacques, please come up front."

A teenager in striped blue hoodie who was rather lean and tall, had stalked off beside Mme. Bustier and had rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. His brown hair had fallen into loose stray of bangs, as his eyes had gleamed in royal blue.

"Uh, I'm Jacques Adelard and uh, you can call me Jack?"

Mme Bustier cleared her throat as he had shifted his feet nervously at dozens of eyes staring curiously at him. "Alright, everyone knows that their seating plan is the same as last year right? Good. Jack, you may head up to the seat behind Marinette. Yes, the one near to Ivan, you can fit."

Following the teacher's orders, he had scrambled off to his seat, merely ignoring or at least trying to ignore Ivan's gaze. As Mme Bustier had begun her introductions that she had usually done, Jack had become easily bored. Knowing that the giant beside him wasn't much of a people person, he had instead tapped the blue haired girl in front of him.

"Hey uh, Marinette is that your name? Do you mind showing me around tomorrow?"

Confused, Marinette had turned around, and quickly regained her calm expression to see it was Jack. "You want me to show you around? I guess that okay…but it'll have to be quick okay?"

Jack had nodded while Marinette had given an uplifting smile which in turned caused Jack to blush furiously. This however did not go unnoticed by Mme Bustier who had a sharp glance to catch even the tiniest things. "Because this is our first day, I will let this go. But Jack, please refrain from flirting with anyone during class time. Do that after."

Let's just say that it caused a few giggles while Jack had blushed, similar to Adrien's state a few moments ago. And, let's also say that a new plan had been formulating in the fate of both good and bad luck, in its most surprising, unpredictable ways. So if you listen closely, you still won't be able to hear fate cackling in the back chanting, "You poor unfortunate souls."

Adrien Agreste could say it himself that fate hates him, as much as his bad luck had stuck onto him. It was the end of the day, as he had flopped down on his bed, exhausted from all the Chinese and piano lessons, fencing, and of course modeling that he had done just after the first day of school.

He had checked the time, which had gone by slowly enough taunting him to rip the hair out of his head. So in the past few minutes, he had checked Ladyblog more than three times, searched up cat puns, and fed Plagg two barrels of camembert (in which Plagg had swallowed in one bite, mind you). In the matter of thirty minutes, he had already dozed off but was awaken by the chime of the clock. Ten o'clock.

Grabbing Plagg, he had immediately transformed and hopped and swung through the roofs in the city of Paris. The starlight gleamed behind him, as they had met up in their usual spot, splitting up again only to meet in the Eiffel tower. Arriving there first, his lady had gazed upon the stars as this certain sly kitten had decided to scare the heck out of his 'Bugaboo.'

But of course, his lady had already noticed his presence and waved him off. "I see that I won again, mon chaton."

He grinned and sat beside her, as the view of the city had set in the landscape below them. Chat, or Adrien had to admit, the view from the Eiffel Tower had still astounded him, no matter how many he had seen it. The sky had burst into a brilliant midnight blue, with the hue of violet as the stars had gleamed strewn all over the sky. Not to mention the reflecting lights in the River Seine, the lights in the city had given this homely warmth to his heart. All in all, it was breath-taking.

"I see that you're doing pretty well, Chat."

He grinned at her as he responded back with a teasing tone. "Of course, I am my lady. It's because I'm paw-sitively happy to see you tonight."

Ladybug laughed, as her eyes had been hidden in the midst of her blue bangs. Still, it seemed to glimmer much like the river Seine, only brighter, the lights giving a fluorescent tone to her skin. Chat was mesmerized. Mesmerized enough to lightly poke her nose, she had simply accepted it as a challenge, as they chased each other in a battle of tag. They had jumped from roof to roof, as they laughed in amusement in the peacefulness of the Paris sky.

So if a citizen in Paris was to leave their windows open, not only will they feel the city's cool breeze, but hear a faint laughter that seemingly had come from the sky above. One might mistake it for the playful banter of annoying children who wouldn't sleep (or drunken adults, but we'll go for the latter). But if you listen closely, it's the laughter of a love-sick kitty, and the joyfulness of a free spotted creature, its wings free from the trap it was caught on.

Marinette could say that life seemed to be getting better for her. And it was in fact, getting better. She had woken up at around six in the morning, ate breakfast, and dragged her lifeless body as she did her usual morning routine; of course, without the part of her rushing around in hurry. Grabbing her lunch bag, she had skipped to school feeling fresh and happy, changing her usual attire into something else.

It had been one of the warmest autumns, and with her new revaluation in mind, she decided, why the hell not change her attire for one day? So with her loose, light gray sweater, a pair of dark pants, and a ladybug themed scarf that she had made, she had hummed down the streets, happy that she wasn't late again.

On the way of being thirty minutes early (hey, she was trying to set a record), she had bumped into a familiar looking blue and white striped hoodie. She looked up to see a familiar pair of royal blue eyes staring back at her. Still, she could've sworn that it had been purple. Ignoring the thought, she had greeted the new student with a cheery smile.

"Hi Jack, it's nice to see you again!"

He simply shrugged with a dead look in his eyes. "Of course you'd see me again; I'm your classmate, duh." He drawled his sentence with pure annoyance. He didn't know anyone who would be this happy in the morning. Seriously, it's like this girl was inhuman.

Jack had simply expected the sweet, innocent girl to look sad and all. However, he had flinched under her disdainful gaze as her glare could make a horror movie monster pee their pants, well, if they had any.

"I'm sorry that I decided to be nice to a fellow classmate of mine. Karma must've bit you in the ass, and I can honestly say that you deserved it. Cheers for waking up on the wrong side of the bed."

Thankfully, her own personal superhero had swooped in to save her from starting a fight, as Alya had grabbed her and pulled her towards the school. Needless to say, the furious blunette had left a certain blue-eyed classmate of hers with his own jaws slacked open in both surprise and amazement. And a wide eyed kitty staring nearby

Holy fudge.