I'm so sorry, guys. I put in bold and italics, but it didn't go through when I posted it. I don't know what happened, I'll try to fix it. I know there was some confusion about the whole one song thing. What I meant was that other singers followed after Chat and Ladybug, they just weren't as famous as Chat Noir. Sorry for any confusion, so I decided to go ahead and post this chapter. I hope it's better!
"What did I just do, what did I just do? Oh my god, why, what is wrong with me. My life is over!" I exclaimed, speed walking away from the building where the concert was held. Before I left, I quickly changed my clothes and shoes, and took out my hair ties.
It was pitch black in the quiet streets of Paris and I was waiting for the moment when someone would come up to me and say, 'Hey that weirdo looks just like the girl who preformed with Chat Noir.'
My chest speedily rose up and down as it became harder to breathe. Crap, I completely forgot. I hadn't had one in months... so, I thought I would be alright without the medication. Breathe in and out Marinette. Count to ten. Do something!
The familiar feeling of a truck hitting my chest arose inside me. I can't breathe. It's like I'm sinking in an endless ocean of everything I've ever experienced and every time I get close to coming up for air, I start to sink again.
None of the other exercises are working. I could hear my throat desperately gasping for oxygen. I'm hiccuping, struggling begging for something to fill my lungs with. My insides start to burn.
My drooping eyes spot a small, damp alleyway. I quickly sit down, my hands clinging to each other around my head. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I threw away everything for a sing-a-long. If anyone ever finds out who I am I'll never be the same person. I can't, not now.
Wet, hot tears streamed down my face, claiming my dire situation. What can I do! I don't know what to do! Help! Help! I continue to scream, but nothing comes out because I have nothing to give. How long has it been since I've had air? Thirty seconds? A minute?
I hear a scuffle but I can't make out who it is. I feel like I'm going to pass out. Oh no, I bet it's a thug, or a murderer. Before my mind could ramble on with ridiculous situations, I felt warm, inviting arms around me.
A hug. Probably the best hug ever. I could feel the bulge of the person's muscles in their arms. I could hear myself finally breathe.
I was soaring. There was no better feeling than my lungs filled with clean, crisp air.
I tried to make out my rescuer in my blurry vision. I couldn't make out features, but I could see fluffy, blond hair, emerald green eyes, and a honey, toned face.
"Adrien," I said, still dizzy and a little out of it,"You're a really good hugger." I heard a snort and could see the white from his smile.
"It's Chat, actually," he said, rubbing the back of his neck in a weird awkward way. Which is quite weird, I had never seen Chat act this way. "Where's your apartment, I have a car, I can drop you off." I can trust him right? I don't think I really have a choice, if I walk home, another one of those attacks are bound to happen.
After my protests, Chat still insisted on carrying me to his car. His chest was so warm, like it was begging me to lie my head on it. I couldn't help myself. Around him I feel so safe, so secure. His steady heartbeat filled my ears with a music that made me smile. I could stay here forever.
Chat slid me in the back seat of some sort of expensive looking, black car. I vaguely remember telling him my address when he first picked me up off of the cold, hard ground.
Chat and I finally reached my door after he pulled the keys out of my hand. I was so tired. Not only had that performance worn me out, but I hadn't slept well the past few nights.
I was under my soft, silk sheets after Chat gracefully lie me down on my bed. As my eyes began to close, I could make out his shape leaving my room. "Thank you..." I whispered as I was knocked out from sleepiness.
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"Ugh," I grunted, stretching as my eyes were still trying to open. A humungous yawn escaped my mouth as I finally managed to open my eyes. I thought I heard noises in the kitchen, but I'm sure it's just my imagination. What time is it? Normally when I leave for work it's dark out side. I glanced over at my alarm clock beside my bed.
"Ten-o-clock! I can't be late to work!" I exclaimed as I started to rush around my room, pulling on whatever clothes I saw.
I put my hair in a high ponytail and brushed my teeth. I fumbled with the door knob, as I tried to put my shoes on.
I opened the door and practically sprinted down my hallway. I skidded to a stop when I really did hear noises from the kitchen, and there was a smell.
The wonderful aroma of crispy, greasy bacon filled my nose as I froze in place realizing I did not in fact, make the amazing-smelling food. My big, cerulean, eyes grew to the size of golf balls as I saw that a handsome, shaggy blond-haired man, clad in black was in fact making breakfast. Chat? Wait, what happened last night?
And then the whole world came crashing down on me. It felt like my body weighed a ton, my arms sagging to the floor as my eyes began to droop. All I wanted was to go back to bed, so I didn't have to think about what I did.
Why does Alya always put me in these situations? Why do I always put myself in these situations. I know I'm probably being over dramatic, but it's a talent of mine. I know I can't stay home from work, it'll raise suspicion. What if they find me?They'll take me to jail because I impersonated a pop star. I'll never see the light of day again!
A thud interrupted my plan to recreate the escape in Shawshank Redemption. I was finally out of my trance and Chat noticed me. He smiled a devious one, that should be illegal to have such a beautiful and mysterious smile.
"Oh, you're up." He said, stating the obvious.
The greasy stench of burnt bacon filled my nose, clearly I needed to test my smoke detector because smoke was everywhere. "Good grief Chat! Are you trying to burn down my apartment?" I exclaimed, trying to sound playful.
"That's a weird way to say thank you. After all, I did basically save your life." Chat replied. Save my life, he's part of the reason my life is changed forever!
"So, what else are you attempting to make?" I asked, trying to hide the bubble of laughter that was coming up. For some reason I just pictured Chat in a chef's hat.
"Sorry, I haven't had that much experience in making my own meals. I tried to make eggs, but if you think the bacon looks bad, you should have seen the eggs." Chat said, lowering his head.
I peeked into the pan with the sizzling bacon in it. "I'm no expert, but I would say they look eggcellent." I whispered with a smile. We both giggled at my sad attempt to make a pun.
I made some more scrambled eggs and Chat and I ate breakfast, told stories, shared experiences. It was quite enjoyable, but I knew he would have to leave.
After he left, I slumped down on my cushy, gray couch. I'm exhausted. Why? I don't really know. I'm not really an emotional person, maybe all these feelings for Adrien and maybe Chat, plus the incident from last night.
I know. Since I'm off, I could always go see Alya... nope. She'll make me even more tired, bombarding me with questions. I could go help my parents at the bakery.
I took a nice, warm shower, brushed my teeth, fixed my hair, now what should I wear? Ah... I've got it!
I gazed at my reflection in my smudged mirror. I had my hair in a pony tail and wore my red converse that I had worn on the stage last night. I was also sporting a red and white striped shirt and short overalls. It doesn't really matter what I wear since I'm going to the bakery anyways.
I walked past my living room and was about to grab my keys, when I glanced at my TV. No, they wouldn't.
I turned the television on and was met by my worse nightmare.
"We are here with some of the currently awestruck citizens that attended the concert last night. Many report seeing a mysterious new pop star that calls herself 'Ladybug'. Coming up, Volpina shares her opinion on the new singing star."
"If it's the last thing I do I'll kill Alya!" I screamed, trying not to panic. My phone buzzed in my pocket, I checked the ID. Speak of the devil. I ignored it and continued my way to the Dupain-Cheng bakery.
"Hey mom, dad. I got an unexpected day off so, I thought I would help you guys today." I said as I walked through the door frame. My petite mother appeared behind the counter and smiled at me.
"Did you hear about that new girl. Oh what was her name? Ladybug! That's it!" My mom asked, putting new croissants in the display. Blood rushed to my cheeks, no Marinette. They can never know. No one can ever know.
"Yeah, they played a clip on the news, I wasn't that impressed." I said as casually as I could manage. My mother turned to look at me, a shell shocked expression on her face. Then it broke into a face of supposed understanding.
"Don't worry Mari, she may have a good voice, but you can sing circles around her." I rolled my sea blue orbs. I can't believe she thinks I'm jealous.
Business is really slow. I started to hum a song I had heard who knows where as I replaced some old cupcakes in the display case.
"What are you singing?" I'm dead. Crap. Crap. Crap. I could feel my body slowly melting into a puddle of goo. The smoothest sound of all time just caught me humming. I looked up and it was as if I was in heaven. White fluffy clouds encumbered me as I frolicked around Adrien.
Isn't this the part where you answer? Oh right. Say something! "I like cheese! I-I mean nothing, just some stupid song... Hi welcome to the Boulangerie Patisserie, how can I help you?" I blurted out, my face turning the color of a tomato. This was going better than expected.
Adrien laughed and looked up into my eyes. Why? How? I don't know what questions to ask. Why am I so stupid? How can someone be so gorgeous? "I wanted to ask you something." Oh... he probably wants a restraining order. "Do you want to hang out sometime?" Well that was certainly not what I thought he would say.
"If you buy something, if you keep coming in the store without purchasing anything, we'll be broke, and we can't have that." I replied, doing my best to flirt a little. Another heart-melting smile crossed his angelic face and he snorted.
"Okay I'll take two croissants."
Life was perfect. Adrien had basically just asked me out, what could go wrong. Well, except I just sang in front of every person in Paris last night, and reporters are practically on a man hunt looking for me.
Like Chat this morning, Adrien and I chatted about anything and everything. We laughed and giggled countless times.
Then I heard the bell chime.