Claire: Hey guys, gals, strange beans, and miraculous lovers! We gather here today to unite all of you with... A new chapter!

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Claire: DORKALICIOUS fan007: I am so glad you are enjoying this fanfic! I definitely agree, I would never pick up a stranger's call unless I was expecting someone to call me first. Even then I don't really feel comfortable with that, I'm sure CanaryBug agrees.

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Claire: Without further ado, we bring to you!

'Pun Wars'

Somewhere along the lines I must have fallen asleep on the sofa with my phone because next thing I know my phone's scaring me awake and I'm falling off the comfy seat and onto the carpeted flooring. I grab the annoying piece of tech and stare at the clock on the front screen.

'6:30.' I yawn. Wait a minute… 6:30 as in 10 minutes before class at the University starts?! I spring to life and make a mad dash into my room and throw on the first pair of clean capris and a blouse that I could find and throw them on. I slip into my shoes, grab my house key, purse, and textbooks, and fly out the door and down the complex stairs as quickly as I can. By some miracle I manage not to trip and fall to a painful end at the bottom of the 3 story stairs.

Just as I'm racing into the lecture hall for my mandatory Parisian History Class, my phone vibrates.

Great timing.

I open my phone as I slip into the back door to class as quietly as possible. Thankfully I'm not in Collège Françoise Dupont anymore. University doesn't hold you accountable to actually coming to the lectures. You just need to pass their tests. I'm grateful when I see Alya sitting in the back saving me a seat. When I approach I take a seat and she kisses my cheeks twice in greeting, a gesture in which I customarily return.

I glance at my phone and notice a text from a contact named Chat. Wait who?

Memories of last night's call with a man who goes by ChatNoir floods my mind. Ohh.

6:40–

ChatNoir: G'mornin M'lady, I hope you got decent sleep last night.

I roll my eyes

Ladybug: Says the guy who kept me up all night last night.

A moment or two passes by before my phone vibrates once more.

ChatNoir: I'm not sure whether to be proud that I did so, or offended by your tone

Ladybug: My tone? We're texting Chaton. There is no tone of voice when you're texting someone…

ChatNoir: Someone's feelin' snarky. What are you doing right now?

Ladybug: Shh… I'm trying to focus on my professor's lecture on Parisian History.

I don't realize my mistake before It's sent. He knows the city where I live now. I don't have time to delete the message before he sends his own.

ChatNoir: Ahh Paris, the city of love and tragic history… I happened to hate that class when I took it last year. I'm a second year student, but probably not the same school as you… I mean there's like 15-16 of them.

Ladybug: There's 21 actually. I find the class interesting but most of it is review from my classes in lycée.

ChatNoir: Ahh, you went to public high school then? I was homeschooled since I was 8. Anyways you should focus on class. I know I'm amazingly distracting but you must be strong M'lady!

I stifle a laugh and Alya gives me a weird look before trying to peek over my shoulder at my phone. Thankfully I had already shut it off.

"Who was that?" She whispers, trying not to disturb the class.

"Nobody." I say vaguely. "Let's just say I had a brush with fate last night."

As class droned on, I couldn't help but anticipate the buzz of my phone, or the smart remark yet to come. Alya will always be my best friend, but who says ChatNoir couldn't be a close second?

Stepping down from the podium, the lecture comes to a close as students sitting around me begin to pack their bags and head out. Turning on my phone, I begin to text Chat, only for him to answer moments later.

-7:50 AM-

Ladybug: I FINALLY finished that boring Parisian History Lecture! Assuming you're in school too, how you holding up kitty?

ChatNoir: I'm feline fine, M'lady! I'm actually on my way to a good friends house!

Ladybug: I literally just sent that text. Eager, are we kitty?

ChatNoir: What can I say? I just love to hear the chime of a text from M'Ladybug!

Ladybug: You're such a flirt.

ChatNoir: It's a gift.

Before I could respond, I crash into a blond-haired boy who also seems to be in mid-text.

"I am so sorry! I didn't see you and granted I probably shouldn't have been texting and walking seeing as how it'll just get me into accidents and I didn't even ask if you're alright! Are you alright?" I ramble, before laughing sheepishly at my stupidity. The guy looks good, and I mean really good. His sharp golden jawline framed by handsome gilded hair, and topped off with emerald green eyes. His clothes seem to be a little wrinkled and faint bags reside under his eyes. Even then the guy seems to be heaven sent.

"I'm fine! I'm partially to blame since I was on my phone as well. I'm really sorry about that." He smiled, before walking away.

"I know I've seen him before…" I say, looking at Alya, who was already researching.

A few seconds later, she shows me a picture of the same guy, albeit younger, posing on the cover of a magazine. Snatching it, my eyes widen.

"He's the son of Gabriel Agreste, Adrien!" I exclaim. "But what's he doing here? I thought he was home schooled!"

"Either way, seems as if he's engrossed by his phone just as much as you are!" Alya joked. "You've been stuck to it nonstop today! Who have you been texting?"

"I uh," I stutter, grabbing my phone. Turning it on, I notice Chat hadn't even waited for an answer before shooting me another text.

7:55AM–

ChatNoir: What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? Is it my irresistible kindness? Or my handsome charm?

Ladybug: You wish minou.

ChatNoir: Just because it's a dream doesn't mean it can't come true…

Ladybug: You're a disney fan aren't you…

ChatNoir: What can I say, I have a thing for mice

Ladybug: You're trying too hard with this cat persona thing.

ChatNoir: You wound me!

Ladybug: Not as much as Aurora's spinning wheel…

ChatNoir: Knock knock

Ladybug: Who's there?

ChatNoir: Yoo

Ladybug: Yoo who?

ChatNoir: Yoo hoo big summer blow out!

Ladybug: I swear, Chat, you are lucky we don't know each other irl. That was bad, even for you.

ChatNoir: Gaston, winner of the No Belle Prize

Ladybug: If only there was a locket that could be used to capture one's texting ability…

ChatNoir: You said you bake right?

Ladybug: Yeah?

ChatNoir: You must be Beauty and the Yeast

My breath hitches as Chat sends yet another pun. Nope, nope, nope. I'm about to give up and throw my phone when, Alya grabs my arm.

"Chill, girl! What is going on with you?"

I exhale. "Nothing. Just another spam texter."

"What was this one from?" Alya askes.

"Saving euthanized kittens." I sigh, fighting the smirk appearing on my face. Looking back down, I decide two can play at that game.

-–8:03AM–

Ladybug: I can't be sure, but I've got a hunch that a certain cat doesn't have anything better to do than search up puns.

ChatNoir: Meouch. Woe is smee! M'lady has just called me antisocial! How mouserable.

Ladybug: I see someone is getting a bit goofy with these puns…

ChatNoir: I am, M'lady! And if you get tired of this nickname, I can always resort to Hunny! After all, you are the fairest one of them all!

I groan at how cringy these puns are becoming.

-8:06AM-

Ladybug: I blame Disney for making me think everything will work out and have a happy ending in the end.

ChatNoir: As much as I hate to say this, not even Fix It Felix could help your puns.

Ladybug: You are such a drama queen of hearts.

ChatNoir: Someone isn't feline too smitten today.

Ladybug: I refuse to lose this war and let it go.

ChatNoir: Aren't you so glad you're part of my world?

Ladybug: My bare necessities don't include you or your puns.

ChatNoir: You know my repuns'll win

"Marinette!"

I perk up to see Alya waving her hand in front of my gaze.

"Marinette, I swear you haven't blinked in like three minutes!'

"Heh, sorry Alya. I was just distracted by-" Before I could react, Alya snatched my phone.

"Okay, full disclosure. Who is this ChatNoir?"

"I-I Uhm… someone?"

"Marinette." Alya said sternly. "Who is this man?"

"How do you know it's a he? How do you know he's not alien? Are you assuming it's species and gender?"

"I'm not assuming anything. But I haven't seen you so smitten since… Since Nath was here."

I look away as a familiar pang strikes my chest.

"I'm not smitten with him," I grumble.

"You still won't tell me who he is." Alya reaffirmed.

"He's the person that I accidentally texted ok? Are you happy now that you've brought up him? Is that how this works?" I ask defensively as i snatch back my phone.

"Mari... " Alya trails off. "I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry."

"It's fine." I check the time. Break is over now and I stand quietly. "You've got class and I have day shift at the bakery today… I'll see you later, Alya."

"Oh ok. Bye, Mari." Alya mumbles dejectedly, walking the opposite direction.