Author's Note: Voila.

QUICK POLL:

Okay, so does anyone else think Twan Kuyper would make a good older Chat Noir in a live action film? He's so handsome, I think he'd work perfectly. If you can, please review saying your answer and if you have any comments on the story, please tell me them!

Chapter Eleven

Marinette's entire face flushed red, which was a perfect reaction to Chat's question, though she was reacting to the fact that the two guys she liked were actually one guy. "You…wanna date me?"

He had turned around in time to see her blush and hear her stammered words. "Well, yeah…but I understand if you're still stuck on Adrien," he muttered.

"No, no," she said taking his hand. "I'd love to date you. I just think it's strange that you wanna date me."

"It's not strange at all," he said. "And I'm in love with you, so you don't have to worry about me being disinterested."

"What about contacting each other? We can't text, remember?"

"We can email?" he offered. She smiled up at him.

"Alright." They traded phones, putting in each other's emails. After a few technical difficulties (mainly because Adrien had to make another email, one that his father didn't go through), they both sat side by side on the bed.

He grabbed her hand in both of his, and she asked, "How is all this going to work?"

"All what?" he asked softly.

"All us. We can't exactly go on dates or be a public couple or anything…"

"Unless I reveal my identity," he finished. "I know, and I'm ready to do that, but I also know that Ladybug wouldn't allow it. I promise, Mari, that it will happen soon, but until then, you'll just have to trust me."

"I do, with my life." She lay back, legs hanging off the side of the twin size bed, and he did the same. After a short time in this position, Chat Noir started giggling. "What?"

"Hehe…You're my girlfriend." He smiled extremely widely.

"Yep," she said.

"I have a girlfriend."

"You very much do," she agreed.

"Hehehehehe it's Marinette."

"Who's Marinette?" Her Chat Noir side was showing.

Speaking of Chat Noir sides, Chat turned on his side and looked at her. "Ah man, you've gotta meet her. I'm so in love with her." She couldn't say she loved him back…it was too soon. She loved him, but she didn't want to say it just yet.

"I'm sure she feels the same. Well," she said, changing the topic from what she just admitted and stretching her limbs. "I'd say it's time for me to go to bed." He whined like a kitten, so she pushed him off the bed into a standing position. Ears drooping, he made his way to the window, only to be yanked back by the tail. He turned to see Marinette, who was standing on tiptoe for…a kiss? Rather than just lean in and kiss him, she stopped and waited for him to consent.

He met her halfway.

…

"Girl." Alya was leaning towards Marinette, who was still seated in the desk with Adrien. "Spill."

"Spill what?" Marinette put her phone down on the table.

"Who's your mystery guy?" Alya got a mischievous look in her eye, attracting Adrien's attention to the conversation.

"I don't have a mystery guy?" Crap. It came out like a question.

"Then who are you always texting?"

"I'm not texting anyone." Technically, it wasn't a lie. She was using an email instant messaging system with text-like features, but it was still considered email.

"Yeah, sure." Alya rolled her eyes. "Adrien, what about you? Don't think I don't notice your fingers typing all the time."

"I'm emailing photographers." He said, coolly. "I'm more curious about who Marinette's emailing."

She flashed him a glare but quickly realigned her face. She couldn't give him the slightest clue that she knew he was Chat Noir and had knowledge of these things. "Alright, fine. It's bakery stuff." The idea of her emailing bakeries for three weeks straight was enough to make even Nino snort.

"HAHAHA! Fine, if neither of you wants to tell me the truth, then I will have to find out myself," Alya said creepily as she left the room.

Marinette made her way to her locker, somewhat irritated with Chat…Adrien…ugh. She wanted so badly to reveal herself, but she also didn't want him to know she was Ladybug, because Ladybug hadn't always been considerate of his feelings. When she turned to leave, she was greeted with an empty hall and a nervous-looking Adrien.

"Uh, hi, Marinette." He was scratching the back of his neck. "I was wondering, uh, shoot. I was wondering if you'd like to hang out with me tomorrow afternoon?" So he wanted to see if she was faithful, then? Two could play at that game.

"What? Why do you wanna go on a date with me?" She was no longer scared to talk to Adrien, now that she knew he was Chat, so she easily intimidated him.

"N—no, not a date," he stammered. "I actually got a visit from Ladybug a few weeks ago, and…she said something about you, and it made me really think. And I thought, I kinda wanna get to know Marinette a little more. I just want to hang out, not go on a date." Adrien looked incredibly nervous. It was adorable, and she lamented that she couldn't squish his face like she did to Chat Noir so often.

"Look, I'm gonna decline, but I have a good reason." She leaned in close. "Can you keep a secret?" He looked at her, wide-eyed, and nodded. "I have a boyfriend, and I don't think he'd be cool with me hanging out with you alone." Even though I hang out with you alone all the time. You're my boyfriend.

"Oh, okay, I'm sorry, I didn't know—"

"It's okay," she said. "I just can't go public about it because Alya would never let me have privacy with the guy."

"I'm in the same boat," he admitted. "I have a girlfriend, too, but if I told them, they'd never let me hear the end of it. Plus, there would be a possibility that my father could find out."

"I totally understand," Marinette muttered. Then, coyly, she asked, "What's your girlfriend like?"

His whole face lit up at the thought. "She's my everything," he said. Things apparently had moved a lot quicker than she thought, because he was really head over heels. "She means the world to me. I always have an amazing time with her, whether we're holding hands or insulting each other or pillow-fighting, all of it is fun because she's there. She makes my world better."

"That's so adorable," Marinette gushed. She had already died several times on the inside, so she couldn't exactly formulate a response. Adrien knew he was talking about her, but he didn't know that Marinette knew he was talking about her, so he found her response a bit strange.

"What about your boyfriend?"

"I just, I love him. I love him so much." Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no oh no. She hadn't been able to say "I love you" to Chat Noir because it was just such a strong sentiment and she didn't want to just throw it around so easily, yet here she was, saying it straight to Adrien's face. He seemed stunned.

"That's awesome, Marinette." He smiled at her, face bright red.

"Uh, yep, gotta go!" She took off in a fast walk towards the exit. Once she was safely outside, she fretted over what she had just done. She couldn't give Adrien such special treatment and not give it to Chat! What if she made him feel like she liked Adrien more? Even though she knew they were the same person. Oh, this was not good.

Later that night, she paced the floors. She was worried, because Chat had promised to come at 8, and it was half past 8. When he finally opened the window, she ran to him and hugged him. "Where were you?"

The hug was so tight and quick that Chat hardly had time to wrap his arms around her. "Sorry, dear, I was finishing up homework and I lost track of time."

They sat together on the edge of the bed. Marinette's leg kept bouncing, but anytime she thought about it, it bounced harder. "How was your day?" she asked, jittery.

"It was wonderful," he said. "I got to talk to my friends a lot, so it was nice."

"That's good," she said, sounding as distracted as she was. He put a hand on her knee to stop it from bouncing.

"Marinette, did you have too much coffee again?" He looked in her eyes knowingly.

"No," she said. "I just can't calm down."

"Understandable," he said, leaning closer. "I do have that…effect on people." He winked.

"Tell me a story to calm me down," she said, standing and pacing again.

"Okay…So this once, I was at a friend's house, and he pulls out this—"

"I love you!" she turned away from him, hands on her desk.

"You—what?" He stood up.

"I love you. I'm sorry it took so long, I just wanted to be sure—what are you doing?" He had picked her up, holding her high in the air.

"She loves me!" he shouted. She shushed him, but he laughed over her.

"I was going to say that I didn't know if the love I feel for you is the same as the love you have for me—"

"Who cares if they're equal? The girl I love just told me she loves me!"

"Calm down, kitty. You're going to wake my parents up," she allowed herself a giggle.

"So that's why you were so nervous, then?" He put her down, finally.

Dodging the question, she said, "Ah, I miss being taller than you already."

"Here," he said, picking her up again. "How's that?"

"Better," she said, looking down at him with a smile. "At least now I can reach your ears." She scratched at them affectionately.

He set her down. "Okay, okay, enough of that. I have to be the tall one."

"And why's that?" She pouted at him.

"Because if I was shorter, I wouldn't be able to—" he dipped her. "—sweep you off your feet."

"You don't need to do that, Chat. I'm already all yours; I pretty much just admitted it." She chuckled.

"Admitted what?" He asked, though he already knew.

"That I love you." She smiled as he set her back on her feet.

"Say it again? Sorry, must be something in my ear," he lied.

"I love you." He smiled, getting closer.

"You love who?"

"Chat Noir," she said, rolling her eyes.

"What about him?" He leaned in closer as she put her arms around his neck.

"Are you really going to make me say it again? I think you've forgotten that this is my room and I can kick you out." She pulled away, and he whined at the loss of heat.

"Alright, alright, I'll go." He said, tail tucked between his legs like a saddened dog.

"Goodnight, kitty."

"Sweet dreams, Mari."

Author's note: Good? Bad? Twan Kuyper as Adrien? Lemme know whatcha think!