Hey y'all. Hopefully I'll be writing a bit more soon. For now, life is busy. Earlier, I submitted a final project (worth a good chunk of my grade) like 20 seconds before it was due. That was an "exciting" experience. Hopefully the semester can end soon.

Disclaimer: I don't own MLB, but if Chat did, he would probably give it to me, cuz we're pals... right Chat? ... right?

Day 6

Adrien typed on his phone again.

From: Adrien

To: Mari

I probably deserve this. I really am sorry, Mari. Please believe me.

Marinette looked at her phone. It was only 6 in the morning, and Adrien had just sent his fourth apology text. She set her phone down.

"I don't understand Marinette," Tikki whined,"why did you recklessly go to Adrien's home as Ladybug to get him to give you a chance, only to ignore all of his apology texts?:

Marinette sighed as she prepared for the day. "Tikki, I want him to apologize because HE feels bad, not because Ladybug guilt tripped him. And texting apologies is not sincere. I just want him to really love me".

Marinette brushed her hair and placed her hair into a neat pair of pigtails. The Kwami watched, pondering Marinette's words.

Tikki nodded, though she was fairly certain that her holder's logic was laced with fallacies.

"Anyways, Adrien gave me a the silent treatment, so maybe he deserves a taste of his own medicine," Marinette added.

"There it is, teenage vindictiveness," the Kwami muttered. Marinette's phone buzzed as she spoke, conveniently covering Tikki's trenchant remark.

Marinette, I know I don't deserve an answer, but will you please let me know if you're coming to school today? Please, this is really important to me.

Marinette frowned as she looked in the bathroom mirror. Why did Adrien care if she was going to school. She relented and began to type.

I'll be there.

She gazed at her handywork. A simple, concise, emotionless message, quite similar to the one Adrien had sent. She now sent her own heartless text.

"Ok, Tikki time for school," the girl groaned, taking one last glance at her reflection.

As she approached the school, everything was normal. She bounded up the concrete steps and strolled into the entryway.

It was then that everything changed. What felt like a million pairs of eyes drifted to her, and she heard whispering, though it was not distinct enough for her to understand it.

She made her way through the hallway, noting the strange sensation of having everyine staring at her. What's more, whenever she reached a crowded cluster of her peers, they would divide in half instead of making her walk around them.

She looked down to make sure she had remembered to wear pants. She had. Her phone was quickly out, and her front camera proved to her that her hair was still cute and her makeup was un-smudged. She shrugged and moved on to her classroom, hoping that whatver people were staring at wasn't too embarrassing.

As Marinette neared her class, she glanced at a 3 meter long banner accompanied by at least a hundred balloons.

"It must be someone's birthday," she thought. It was common for students to organize little celebrations for their friends outside of classrooms before school started. Marinette began to wonder whose birthday it could be as she realized it was hung over her classroom.

Straining to read it, she finally saw the words, at the same time noticing the well dressed blond beneath it.

"To: Marinette Dupain-Cheng (The World's Best Girlfriend) I'm sorry, please forgive me. -Adrien

Below the name stood the beautiful model who embodied it, a bouquet of red roses in hand.

"A-a-adrien," she mumbled.

Adrien showed off a gentle smile as she stumbled over his name.

she found herself lost in his smile, then quickly realized she was in paradise as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Mari, I was so so so stupid. I might not feel as strongly about you as you do about me, but I know that you are the best thing that has ever happened in my life," the model professed.

Marinette would have melted into a puddle right there and then, had it not been for the firm muscular arms holding her in place.

"O-o-oh?" She managed to sqeak, cursing the stutter that kept coming back.

"Yeah," he reassured,"you mean more to me than my career, friends, school, fencing, even Ladyb-- um ladies... you know, like all the other girls in the world".

Adrien felt his face redden as he nearly gave up his secret. Luckily Marinette seemed too distracted by the unfettered affection to notice the faux PAW.

As if she sensed the perfect opportunity to ruin the moment, Chloe perambulated through the corridor, a biliously nauseating smile spread accross her countenance.

"Aaaaaaaaadrikins," she trilled charmingly," it's ok for you to stop this". She gestured to the decorations and Marinette.

"What do you mena Chlo?" Adrien queried,as he slowly let go of Marinette. Confusion was evidently emanating from him as he spoke.

"I mean you can stop this charity work. You don't need to make the baker girl feel special just because you are a nice person".

Adrien smiled broadly. "Chloe, I'm glad you noticed that there is some major charity work going on here..."

Everyone in the hallway was frozen, their eyes glued to Adrien. "Where in the world is he going with this?" The group wondered in unison.

"But, I think you have it messed up. Marinette is the one who's showing me how great she is. She was just about to forgive me for being a lousy boyfriend, weren't you Princess?" Adrien concluded.

It was only then that he realized he had made his second slip up of the day.

"You know, because you are like royalty to me," he saved.

Marinette seemed too shocked by the whole situation to register anything. As she replayed Adrien's question in her head, she smiled.

"Yes. In fact, you were the lousiest boyfriend ever, and I'm only barely going to forgive you. By the way, I love 'Princess'".

Adrien smiled. He had somehow stumbled into a means to allow his civilian persona use of the affectionate nickname.

"Well, in that case, thank you, Princess. You shan't regret it," he offered gallantly, following the words up with a kiss on the cheek.

Wirh the final act, Chloe shrieked and stormed off, Sabrina in tow.

"This isn't love," Adrien thought to himself,"but whatever it is, it's the next best thing".

Poor little Kitty. He really needs someone to sit him down and explain what love is.