I rolled over in bed, actively ignoring the sunlight shining in my eyes. What day was it? Oh yeah, Sunday. Thank God. I rolled over again, happy I didn't have to get up right away. Then it hit me. I quickly sat up and looked around the room. Adrien was not there; he must've left before I woke up. There was a note placed on the pillow next to me on a light green sticky note, written in black ink.

"My Dearest Lady,

Thank you for letting me stay last night. I slept like a kitten :3 Unfortunately, I had to leave early this morning, so I wasn't able to be there when you wake up. I will have a paws-itively wonderful surprise for you later though :3 Hopefully you aren't busy?

Your kitten,

Chat"

He drew a paw print next to his name, as if the green paper and black ink wasn't enough. And more importantly, he writes like a dork. I read the letter again, pondering what this surprise could be. I sat in bed for a few more minutes, taking in the warm rays that came through my window.

"It's almost noon, Marinette!" Tikki flew into my face and disrupted my happy thoughts.

I sighed, reluctantly leaving the comfort of my own bed. I glanced at my phone, which had many missed texts from Alya. This is the moment of truth. I have to tell her now, no denying it. I take a deep breath and dial her number. It only rings twice before she picks up.

"Mar. i. nette. DETAILS," she sounded hungry for the info, angry almost.

"Aha, hello to you too Alya," I laugh nervously. I feel like this call isn't going to go well.

"I KNOW what I saw. And I saw YOU walk out of school with a nervous blonde boy in tow. What is going on." I could hear a smile spread on her face as she spoke, making me calm down a little.

"W-well, I guess you could say we found some…" I chose my words carefully, "common ground?"

"Nu uh, that isn't gonna do. You're gonna tell me everything and I will bring snacks while you tell me," I heard footsteps on the other side of the call, unsure what to think.

"Alya, I—,"

"I'll be there in fifteen." She hung up.

"Oh Tikki, what have I done to deserve this?" I sighed and slumped back into my desk chair, eyeing my closet for an outfit to wear. I settled on something simple, high rise shorts and my favorite Jagged Stone tank. I finished my morning routine just in time for Alya's frantic footsteps to creep towards my room.

"YOU," she groaned, "have a LOT of explaining to do." Alya put her bag of snacks on my desk, revealing a big bag of popcorn and an assortment of chip flavors. She pulled out the popcorn bag and ripped it open, watching me intently.

"Well," I took a breath to get think about how much I could tell her. I took another deep breath, avoiding eye contact. "I-I guess he sort of, confessed to me—," I was interrupted by an audible gasp and a finger on my neck.

"A HICKEY?! How far, Marinette?" She stared at me, baffled.

"H-how…What?" What could she mean by that?

"Y'know, did you guys have sex already or just a hot make-out sesh," she smirked at me, fully aware her words would turn my face red.

"Alya! I-it wasn't like that…" I trailed off; I didn't want to talk about this anymore.

"Alright, sure. Men just like to give visible hickeys just because. You're a little too naïve, girl," she sighed and handed me a bag of chips. "I'm assuming it went something like this," she cleared her throat and puffed out her chest. "I love you, Marinette, and I want to make sure everyone knows that." She folded her hands in front of her face and raised the pitch of her voice, "but, Adrien, you're so handsome, and p-p-perfect." She puffed out her chest again, "I must mark you as mine, Marinette, kiss me…" she mockingly puffed out her lips at me and made kissy noises.

"That's not how it went at all, Alya." I drawled. "However, he does do this thing that's kind of strange," I opened the bag of chips and munched on one for a minute to gather my thoughts, "I called him by a nickname, and he got really…Flustered, I guess."

"What was the nickname?" Alya asked with a handful of popcorn.

"Ah, t-that's not important. But his face got really red, and he gave me," I pointed to the mark on my neck, "this." To be honest, I wasn't sure what to make of this weird behavior. I know he said it made him want to kiss me, but why that name in particular? I feel like there is something I'm missing.

"Oh sweet, sweet Marinette, my dear," Alya put a hand on my shoulder, "it's because that nickname turns him on. Just say it to him with your best bedroom eyes and he's putty in your hands."

"Turns…Ta, ta…T-t-t-turns him on?!" WHAT. I blushed furiously at the thought.

"Oh yes. He'll probably get all hot n' bothered just hearing it, maybe he has a fetish," she said, trailing off in thought.

I shrieked after hearing that and ran face first into my bed, covering my head with my pillow and shrieking some more. I couldn't bear the thought any longer without my own…hot thoughts taking over. I kicked my feet on the bed to keep myself busy and my mind pure.

Alya laughed. "Careful, Marinette, you almost got chips all over the…" she paused mid-sentence and walked towards me. I lifted the pillow and watched her pick up the note Adrien left me this morning. I gasped and made a grab or it, but Alya was too quick and held it out of my reach, furrowing her brow as she looked it over. She finally caved and let me grab the note, but the damage has been done.

"So," she folded her arms and sat back down in my desk chair, as if she was my mom about to give me a long lecture. "Care to explain?"