Disclaimer: still don't own Miraculous

Chapter 3

Marinette's POV

Damn it. Our first match of the season and we lost to the Cats. Ugh. I can't believe this. And to make things worse Adrien was on that team. I shoved my knee pads into my bag and began wrapping my ankle braces when Adrien appeared, "Good game Adrien. It's been a while since we've played volleyball together."

"Yeah it was nice, but we used to be on the same team," he continued, "so how about some ice cream?"

I couldn't help but smile, "sure. A new place opened up called Andre's. It's really good." Adrien flipped his bangs out of his eyes and chuckled, "sounds great. You're in charge since I haven't even been in Paris for a long while."

We walked along the bridge and stopped at Andre's cart. "The special thing about Andre's is he picks the ice cream for you. Apparently it's supposed to represent your soul mate or something." "Interesting," Adrien replied, "let's see if he's accurate."

We both laughed. Andre handed me an ice cream come with strawberry and lime, while Adrien received cherry, blueberry, and birthday cake. (disclaimer: I don't remember the actual flavors so I made them up :))

"You were right Marinette. This ice cream is amazing." Adrien licked his lips while still shoving ice cream in his face. "His ice cream is great, but you need to slow down before you get a brain freeze," I giggled and shook my head. It seems he hasn't changed too much since he left.

"So how has life been since you left Paris?" I asked. We walked over to a shaded bench in the park. Adrien leaned over to throw his trash away then clapped his hands and sighed, "honestly, nothing that interesting. We lived in China for a while- I finally got to put those Chinese lessons into good use- but I've actually been in the US for the last three years."

I couldn't contain myself.

I audibly gasped.

Adrien had the most concerned look on his face, but luckily I started breathing again, "did you get to go to New York fashion week last year? I heard it was absolutely amazing." Adrien laughed at my excitement, "actually I got to stay home last year. It just so happened I had a tournament the next day, so I wasn't allowed to be out that late," he looked at me quizzically, "I didn't know that you were into fashion." I blushed slightly, "um, yeah. I started sewing about four to five years ago and I love it. I actually design my team's jerseys every year." "Wow, that's so cool! No wonder your jersey's look so good," Adrien replied elbowing me in the arm.

"You know Marinette," Adrien said looking into the four o'clock sky, "it's nice being back in Paris. I know we haven't seen each other or been in much contact for the last several years, but I hope we can become friends again, like we used to be." Adrien looked over and gave the most sincere smile.

Not the smile he gave the paparazzi or any modeling agency, but the one he saved for the people that meant the most to him. Marinette blushed in reply and brushed her bangs behind her ear, "I would really like that Adrien."

"Girl you're already falling for him!" Marinette choked, "Alya!" Alya laughed and laughed to the point where she fell out of Marinette's desk chair and onto the floor, "oh don't even try with me Mari. You are absolutely smitten."

Marinette rolled her eyes. Yes, Adrien grew up to be a handsome teenage boy, but that doesn't mean anything, does it? "C'mon Alya. We're childhood best friends. We met at three and started playing volleyball together at around five, so yeah, we're close, but that doesn't mean I've 'fallen for him.'"

"Okay," Alya replied, "then he's fallen for you." "Alya…" I groaned as I threw a pillow at her face, "let's focus on this project, please?"


Adrien's POV

After saying goodbye to Marinette, I skipped all the way home. It was nice to see that a good friend in Paris was still a good friend. "Yo, Adrien!" I whipped around to see Nino jogging towards me, "What's up Nino?" "Did I just see you with Marinette Dupain-Cheng?" I tried to hide my slight blush, "yep. We were really good friends before I moved. Now that I'm back, I'm hoping we can become good friends again."

Nino snorted, "yeah, 'good friends,'" I frowned, "okay Nino, what do the air quotes mean?" Nino rolled his eyes like I missed the opportunity to take a roll shot during a game (which if I see I will take, thank you very much), "oh please Adrien. Everyone saw the way you were gawking at her during the game today. You couldn't have been any more obvious."

I thought for a moment. Was I staring at her? Not in that way, right? Just in a "we're friends, but we're also competition so I'm going to take you down" sort of way, right? Don't get me wrong, she's a beautiful girl, but me thinking that doesn't mean anything, right? I shook my head, "yeah whatever Nino. You want to come over and pepper in the backyard?"


Narrator POV

Plagg rubbed his hand up and down Tikki's back as they were sitting on the couch watching a movie in Plagg's apartment. Tikki shifted and turned towards Plagg while crossing her legs, "so I was thinking," "This can't be good," Plagg said mirroring Tikki's sitting position.

"Would you shut your mouth for two seconds?" Tikki whined, "I was thinking, what if we combined our volleyball teams into one? This way we're not competing with each other. Plus, I know a lot of the people on our teams are friends and they go to school together, so it would be a great opportunity to get them together for our club team."

Plagg pondered on this for a moment, "I'm not completely against this, but think about it Tikki, if we combine our teams we would have a team of fifteen people, and I don't think we could handle that many kids. And they wouldn't get as much playing time." "Then we have another try out just amongst them. If they don't like the combination, then they can leave, but if they want to be on the team they'll have to try out again."

Plagg sighed. He wasn't 100% sure if this was a great idea or not. But he knew that Tikki was the one who always had good ideas (most of the time).

"Fine. Let's do it. But if we go down in flames I blame you." Tikki squealed in delight, "perfect! We'll tell the kids as soon as possible. But what will we name our team?" Plagg glanced over to his bookshelf and saw The Big Book of Words: Many, Many Words. It was a gag gift one of his friends had gotten him for Christmas a few years ago. "Let's open this book up and the first word you point to will be our team name."

Tikki bit her lip as Plagg placed the book in her lap. Hopefully luck was on her side. She really didn't want a bad team name.

Tikki slowly opened the book and ran her index finger across the page until she felt the time was right. She opened her eyes to see that the word she was pointing to was "Miraculous."


So it has been a hot minute since I've updated this story, and I am sorry about that. Here are a few things that I have updated in this story/things to know. 1) The kids are ages 16-17. With where I want to go with this story I didn't want them to be too young since I want to go kind of romantic eventually. 2) Adrien has been gone for about 7 years, meaning he left Paris around age 10. 3) I changed some volleyball technicalities in I think chapter 2. It's nothing super important I just visualized the court incorrectly.

I'm super excited to see where this story goes, and as usual, I would love some feedback!