A/N: hey guys! i forgot i had two weeks off lols so many of you wanted the continuation... so here yous go! also, it took a lot longer to recover from all of the hate, so i'm back! i didn't want to keep yous waiting long for the update ahah. i will be a bit slow with updating and uploading, but i will get there. thank you all for your amazing support :) xx

Chapter 2 - An Act Of Kindness

He couldn't do anything but drop to the stony ground with guilt running through his bloodstream. She was Marinette. Adrien really wasn't the type of person to judge; he was just speaking from past experiences, his ignorant father. His emerald eyes started tearing up, he gazed down at the paper and whispered, "I'm sorry, Marinette."

"You really tried, huh?" a deep voice spoke. Adrien turned around to see Nino standing there with his arms folded, as if he was disappointed with the model. "I had no idea that was Marinette." Adrien chocked as he held back the tears that had been released.

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In a very tall building, where every Parisian strolled in to que for a little croissant, Marinette entered. Distraught and confused. This was the first time something ever happened like this. She never meant to hurt him; the guilt started hitting her. Even though she didn't know.

She saw her beau mother walk up to her from behind the counter and waved her arm. Marinette copied. Sabine took one glance at her princess and started crying and said quietly, "I wish you could hear me." Before Marinette would head up to her room for the rest of the night, she saw a old man who needed help reaching a very high shelf. He had a checkered red and white shirt on, his black shorts expanded to the sides. She dashed over and kindly grabbed the pack of fresh bread he had been wanting. She bent down to give it to him and he said in a deep voice, "Thank you."

He then walked out of the room.

Despite not knowing what he had said, she smiled warmly and exited the heartwarming room.

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"What could I do? Ah, forget it! She probably hates me!" said Adrien. He looked at his friend, who was figuring out not only how to help his buddy, but to also figure out what was going to be said to Alya. He didn't want the poor boy to be murdered.

"All I can suggest is that you text her. I'd think if she took the time to sink in the apology, it'll work out."

"She hardly knows me. Do you think she'll be in school tomorrow?"

"I have no idea. She sometimes likes to have them odd few days off cause school stresses her out. I think also since we have tests coming up, she won't know what to do. That's why Alya has been learning sign language so she can help her." Nino looked to see that he was in front of his house and he made his way inside. "Bye, dude." he said.

"Bye..." Adrien sighed. After the door slammed closed, he headed towards his cold home.

All of a sudden, it started to drizzle a little bit. Adrien's golden hair started to drop down dead, whilst he was dying of a guilty conscience. He didn't even know what to do anymore... To make matters much more worse, he saw a old man on the floor. No coat. No scarf. No glove. Just in a checkered red and white shirt on and black shorts. He stretched his small arm out to try find his helpful stick, although he knew exactly he couldn't reach it.

The model swiftly ran over and grabbed his drenched arms. He kindly stood the man up and handed him his stick. The man looked up at him warmly and thanked him. Adrien nodded and ran the rest of the way home.

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A giant pink light brightened up her big room. A scruffy wipe had landed in a bin, clothes got thrown onto the floor, along with her round and flowery bag. She sat down for an hour, doing and learning new things for her tough homework. She hadn't a clue what the teacher said in the past, but the questions were always on a special piece of paper, that she needed to find the answers too. This was extremely not normal for a teenager and she despised it. Seriously, why did maths had to be hard?

Once she had eventually completed everything, she quickly put her books away. Although, on the second round of packing, a little box grabbed her attention. It was dark red with golden spirals all around it. She didn't know it, but it was calling her name.

The box got placed into the palm of her delicate hand and the other hand swiftly raised the lid up. She took a quick glance at the two little buttons that was in there before she got blinded by a pretty pink shade of a light.

Then a creature started to hover around her. She was as small as a pea, pinker than a raspberry and she opened up her bluebell eyes. The creature started to fly towards Marinette, who was panicking. "Hi, Marinette." she said squeaky. All of a sudden, the bluenette grabbed her poor ears. Did she just... Nah, it's impossible.

"You can talk?!" Marinette exclaimed. She then realised what just happened. "Wait... did I just hear you?"