Previous Chapter (Chapter 13) Was Updated With A Few Slightly Edits To It - so before reading this chapter, I consider re-reading the previous Chapter if you wish. Nothing extreme changed, more was just added.

A sigh escaped Marinette's lips as she slowly stirred the ladle along the soup that sat upon the hot stove top. Steam lifted and twirled about from the movements below and rose and dissipated into the cooler air above. Her heart squeezed tightly in her chest as her eyes stared upon the liquid contents. The pinkish red kwami poked her head from underneath Marinette's jacket and loomed down at the broth mixture. Her slate blue eyes moved and stared up toward Marinette's worried filled face. "I can't believe I'm doing this." She expressed as she tossed some salt and pepper into the pot, biting hard onto her inner lip. "What if he doesn't like it, what if it makes him more sick, what if he hates it so much that he tosses it out the window, what if I trip giving it to him and it falls all over him and burns him and causes him to go to the hospital and he would hate me forever?" she questioned frantically as her stirring grew more intense. She stirred so fast that some of the soup spilled and splashed onto the floor below. Marinette grumbled as some of the hot mixture dropped onto her leg and burned slightly. She hissed and jumped slightly as she quickly reached for the rag that sat on the counter near the sink. Quickly whipping her leg off, she sighed of relief and bent to the ground, cleaning her mess.

"Marinette." Tikki called as she flew up to her wielders face and squeezed her chin as their eyes locked together. "Breathe."

Marinette stared down at her, she then took in a deep breath as she closed her eyes tightly. Her world shifted around slightly as it was twirling in her head. As she took in her deeper breaths and released them. The world outside very lightly came to a stop and her racing heart return to its normal pace. She needed to calm down, she was over reacting to this whole endeavor. Opening her eyes, she stared down at her little bug friend and smiled. "Thanks Tikki, I needed that." She explained as she took in another shaky breath and released it as Tikki floated away from her face. Marinette stood up to her feet and tossed the rag onto the edge of the sink.

"Your welcome, now, just concentrate on the soup; not on Adrien."

"I know Tikki, I'm just, worried, is all. Do you honestly think he will like it?" Marinette bit upon her lip once more as as she continued to stir the contents about.

"It's coming from you, I'm sure he will like it, no matter what." Tikki explained with a twirl in the air. "Just follow Alya's lead and work from there."

Marinette smiled softly as she looked upon the wooden spoon as she lifted the soup up to her kwami. "Here, try some, tell me what you think." Marinette held the spoon up to her little friend Tikki as she leaned over the spoon, taking a quick sip of the broth. Tikki hiccupped and then twirled doing a small back flip with a smile on her face. "My, my, that is tasty." She told as she licked her lips. "I normally just like sweets, but that sure is yummy." Tikki expressed as she twirled again. Marinette smiled as her cheeks turned red. Her parents always loved her soup, but she never knew if it was because they were just being her loving parents. But coming from Tikki; her friend, it made her realize that her soup must be actually good.

"How's the soup coming?" Alya questioned as she entered the room. Tikki gasped and quickly tucked herself behind the microwave as Marinette jumped slightly. Her body stiffened as she stood in front of the microwave that sat next to the stove as she smiled innocently to her friend that was texting along her phone. Alya pulled her face from her phone for a second when Marinette didn't answer, looking to Marinette with her weird smile across her face. Her eye brow creased at her friends' expression. She was hiding something. Placing her hand along her hip as she smirked somewhat. "What is it?"

"N-nothing!" Marinette told as she scratched the back of her head. "I. I. Just didn't expect you is all."

"I just went to the bathroom." Alya told as moved over to Marinette's side. She leaned against the blue fridge as she looked down at the pot along the stove. She leaned over and smelled the steam that rose from the potage. She hummed softly as the tangy smell processed though her nose. "Wow, that sure does smell good. I'll have to sample it before you give it to Adrien."

"W-why not you give it to him instead of me, or better yet, you just keep it for yourself." Marinette expressed as she gave the spoon to Alya. Alya rose a brow with an annoyed face.

"Oh no girl, don't tell me your second thinking yourself; again." Alya glared as she stared at Marinette's face, hands pressed on her hips. Marinette face dropped as her fingers twitched together. "Um. No. Well. I um. Maybe?"

"No you don't go doing that , not now, it's almost finished, right?" she questioned as she shoved the spoon back into Marinette's hand, placing her hands on Marinette's shoulders she quickly prompted her back to being in front of the stove, switching spots with her as she leaned against the sink, arms crossed. "You're finishing it and giving it to Adrien."

Marinette groaned as she threw the spoon back in and began stirring once more. "But-"

"No but's. Just do it, if you can stand up to Chloe, the biggest evil villain in all of Paris, then you can give Adrien some soup."

Marinette sighed, though Chloe was evil in her ways, she could never compete with Hawk Moth, though she was running close to that rank. Still, Alya was right, if she can stand up to either Chloe or Hawk Moth, then she can simply deliver Adrien some soup while he was ill. But it's easier said than done, is what she always says. She would grow confident by preparing the soup, but as her emotions, thoughts and theories circled her mind like sharks. She became terrified and didn't want to go down with it. Facing mean people is different from facing her crush by giving him a gift. But along with, Alya wanted Marinette to finally express her feelings to him while she had a chance to talk to him. She could never do such a thing. Ever since last week when they had their snow ball roundup, to where Adrien sat on the side lines for her. Alya was convinced that was a sign to Adrien liking her, Marinette didn't see it that way but there was no way in changing Alya's mind once she got her theory down. At least she was obsessing over this and not Ladybug for a change.

Marinette glanced up as her father entered the room with a bag in his hand. She smiled softly to him as he waddled his way over. "Thank goodness you haven't left. I brought you some goodies to give to that Agreste boy." Marinette blinked as her father handed the bag to him, she gasped as she almost fell over from the weight of it all. "What's in here?" she questioned as she struggled to hold the back up above her waistline, her father chuckled to himself as he took the bag back from her and then sat it on the counter with ease. "Well, there's macaroons, croissants, chocolate chip cookies, sugar cookies, sweet tarts-"

"Did you put the whole store in there or something? I can't give him all that!" Marinette blushed as she stared up at her father. "He'll think I'm smothering him or something. Plus he's a model, he can't eat all that!"

"Smother? With food? Nonsense. You can never have too much goodies to give." He explained with a wave of his hand as he brushed his fingers along his mustache. "Like they say, a way to a man's heart, is through his stomach. I'm sure if you give him all these goodies, he'll be yours's in no time." He claimed with a wink.

"Papa!" Marinette turned bright red as Alya elbowed her with a snicker. "You told him!?"

"Hey, we are all rooting for you to express your love for him, if your dad approves, then that is a good thing." Alya explained as she motioned Marinette back to the soup with a flick of her wrist. "Keep stirring."

Marinette grumbled as she felt steam coming off her head as she couldn't believe this was happening. "I make no promises. I'll give him the soup, and maybe bring him some macaroons, but no promises on anything else. He is sick, and probably out of it; me expressing my love would just be a waste on him if he is loopy on cough medicine."

"Marinette."

"Alya. I'm being serious, don't push me, I know how to use this." Marinette calmed as she pointed the spoon at her friend. She then sighed deeply and then looked to Alya with a sincere face. "Please, I. I'm just not ready. Not yet anyways."

Alya stared upon her friends face as it was full with fear and pain. Her heart dropped slightly to her stomach and then half smiled and frowned as she patted her friends shoulder. "Okay, okay, I won't push you, if you're not ready, then you're not ready, but remember, time is short." She told as she pulled her friend into a hug, patting her back.

"Sure is, I remember when I met your mom years ago, I fell in love with her at first sight and was afraid to tell her of my feelings." Her dad went on as Marinette sighed. "Years later she then told me of her feelings after graduation, and we've been together ever since, if she had never told me her feelings, I probably would have never told her of mine, and well. We would have parted ways and you wouldn't be here."

"Okay, Papa." Marinette told as a sweat drop feel down her face. "Y-you can go back to the bakery now."

He chuckled as he leaned over, kissing her forehead and then pet her head. "You never know until you try, he could be like me, afraid to tell you. Time is short, use it to the best of your ability."

Marinette looked down at the soup and sighed as his advice and words of wisdom sunk into her stomach.

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"What do you mean you're not going with me?" Marinette whimpered as her and Alya were walking along the sidewalk. Alya continued to type along her phone with a smack of her gum in her mouth as she just got done telling her that she wouldn't be going in with her to deliver the gift. Marinette clung closely to the warm thermos against her chest. Alya blew a bubble with her gum as she tucked her phone away after typing in a few more notes. She turned and patted her friends back.

"Don't worry, you can do it, I have to meet up with Nino at the music shop, besides, I don't want you looking to me for each time you need advice for talking." She explained. "I'm letting my girl spread her wings."

"This girl is ready to go back into her cocoon and eat her feelings away." Marinette whined as she pressed her forehead against the thermos' lid as they both came to a halt.

"You got the notes?"

"Please go with me!" Marinette whined as she danced in her feet, growing antsy.

"No, now, do you have the notes?" Alya crossed her arm as she tapped her finger across her coat sleeve. Marinette groaned as she nodded, mumbling to herself. Alya looked over and pulled the bag from her arm and handed it to her. "And don't forget the sweets, your dad would be upset if you didn't give them to him."

Marinette nodded and took the bag. "What's all in here?" she questioned as she went to open the bag, Alya quickly shut it and waved her hand slightly. "Oh, nothing much, just macaroons, cookies, and a few other stuff, it's not the whole store, so don't worry about it." She explained as she placed her hand on Marinette's shoulder before making her face the gate way. Marinette gulped slightly as she peered up at the exterior bronze gate. Biting upon her lip, she stared through the decorative pattern and up toward the high set windows. Butterflies filled her stomach as she glanced upon them. Adrien's was up there. "I can do this, I can do this, I can do this." Adrien, her crush, sick in bed and, she was going to be next to him, alone. Her face grew red as she jumped about. "Gahhh! Please go with me!" she cried to Alya, clinging onto her friends arm.

"Nope." Alya smiled as she suddenly rang the doorbell next to her. Marinette gasped and then flinched as an eye like camera poked from a small opening. A voice came over the speaker. "Yes?" the female voice spoke. Marinette fidgeted slightly. "Um. Hi. Marinette I'm. I brought Adrien sick some stuff." Marinette rambled and then blushed with her cheesy smile. Alya rolled her eyes, pulling her friend away from the camera. "Hi, we are Adrien's classmates and we brought him school notes that we need to go over with him, and brought him a little bit of some goods from her bakery." Alya claimed as she squeezed Marinette close as she nodded along.

"You can bring the notes, but not the food. Adrien has a strict diet that he must keep to." The voice spoke before the eye camera pulled back into its little cubbyhole and the gates then slowly opened after a loud buzz alarm. Marinette grumbled and looked to Alya. "I guess this plan is a bust. Maybe I should just give the lady the notes to give to Adrien."

Alya glared and quickly yanked her book back off her own shoulder. "No. No. You will just have to sneak the stuff in. You can use my bag."

Before Marinette could protest, Alya had placed the bakery goods in the yellow bag and with a flick of her fingers, she demanded the thermos. Marinette held it close, chewing on her corner lip. She didn't want to get into trouble, not in front of Adrien. "Come on Marinette, the soup will help him get better, they are probably just giving him plain old oatmeal and tea. Don't you want to excite his taste buds and give him a little more freedom?"

Marinette took sighed softly as her shoulders relaxed, she then nodded, extending her arms and giving the thermos to Alya. She was right, they came all this way, might as well just try and give him the food. Don't want it to go to waste. Marinette adjusted the bag along her shoulder as she looked to Alya. Alya smiled and held her fist up to bump hers. Marinette smiled back and ignored the knuckles and wrapped her arms around her friend; squeezing her tightly. "Thank you." Marinette whispered. Alya relaxed and hugged her back and then quickly shoved her away. Fire in her eyes full of determination.

"Now, go up there and win your Prince Charming's' heart with your Cinderella goodies. And the food of course."

"Alya!" Marinette blushed and then squeaked as Alya quickly pushed her into the door way as they started to close. Marinette tumbled forward and gasped as her toe caught on an uneven stone on the pathway. Marinette grumbled into the ground below as she rose to her knees.

Alya cringed. "Oh, sorry! Um. Now go!"

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The sweetened mixture scent of lavender vanilla and the slight hint of floor polish entered her nostrils as the bright snowy white foyer blazed her eyes. The black patterns along the walls and interior designs danced about like a canvas among a painting. The floor slightly shimmered with each step she took across the tiles. Her feet wanted to dance across the decorative pattern that was placed along below the stairway. Her breathing quickened as so did her heart. She had been in the Agreste mansion before. But not for a moment like this. Before it was to add her name to her present on Adrien's birthday and the other time to protect Mr. Agreste from mind controlled zombie minions. Right now, she had a moment to take everything in and take in her surroundings. She was in Adrien's home, where he lived, probably where grew up. But along with, it was the home of her favorite designer; Gabriel Agreste. Her hands clenched tightly together in front of her chest as she stared in awe at everything around her. Paintings, statues, decorative plants in expensive looking pottery, lights that hung every so delicately above.

Following the assistant lady; whom introduced herself as Natalie, Marinette made her way behind as they walked across the small entrance way and toward the stairs. Her eyes glanced over at a nearby opened door way on the left side of the foyer and inside her breath got taken away. Her feet came to a halt as she stared upon a sliver dress that sparkled and shined like a diamond on a shiny hill top. It draped smoothly down across the figure and along the floor as it trailed a foot behind. The neck line extended and wrapped around the mannequin's neck as gems outlined the edges. The arms on the model were moved outward as a see through garment draped across the forearms and then along behind the figures back. It sparkles just like the dress.

Marinette couldn't help herself as she quickly stepped toward the design. "Is that, Mr. Agreste's design?" Marinette whispered softly to herself as she danced all giddy like. She remained outside of the room, as if a vampire, asking for permission to enter such a restricted area, as if a force field kept her from entering. "son très magnifique" Marinette exclaimed in awe. Nathalie sighed to herself as she strolled over and reached for the door. "Yes, it is one of Mr. Agreste's Designs. A one of a kind special ordered dress for an upcoming event. That nobody-" she stopped and shut the door quickly, peering down at the antsy girl. "Must see."

Marinette smiled cheesy again and pushed her hair behind her ear. "Sorry," she spoke as Nathalie walked on by and continued to the stair way. Marinette followed behind, almost missing a step as she joined the woman's side. "I'm just a big fan of his work, is all. I'm a designer myself. I think I saw you during that derby hat contest. That dress was simply amazing though. I could never design something that amazing and beautiful. I didn't see a thing. I promise. My lips are sealed" She blushed as she pretended to zip her lip. Nathalie looked slightly at the girl, she smiled softly at the corner of her lip. This girl was clumsy, talkative, inquisitive, and corky. She reminded her of…

Nathalie looked away as she continued onward along the steps. Marinette kept her hands to herself as she peered over the stair way edge and back along the foyer. The lights that hung above shined like they were little cylinder suns. The sun itself gleamed from the windows that shined over the south side above the doorway. To the west side of it all as they made their way up along the stairs, they continued on through a black doorway. Marinette's eyes shined slightly as the long hallway set before her extended and was covered in pictures of Adrien. Windows sat along to the left of the hallway, black curtains hung heavily to the sides. On the right side, perfectly parallel pictures were set along the middle of the wall as you continued on. One was of Adrien modeling in front of a fountain, another him looking off the edge of the Eiffel tower; so many amazing photos that just made her heart stop in the chamber of her chest. One they were of Adrien, but the other reason, he was modeling in his father's designs. From simple designs, to special event designs, either way, Marinette adored them all.

Marinette had gotten so caught up in the photos that she didn't realize they had come to a halt in front of a grey black doorway. Natalie looked to her and held a hand up. "Wait here for one second."

Marinette's heart dropped deep down in her stomach as she realized where they were, Adrien's room. All of her emotions came flooding back that made her blood run cold and skin going white. She was about to go see Adrien, be in his room, with him. 'Oh my gosh! What am I doing?' Marinette yelled in her head. 'I'm his home, I'm bringing him soup. Maybe I should just go, pretend I was never here.' Marinette looked back at the long hallway that stretched behind her. She could run that in 5 seconds flat, right? Adrien would never know it was her. "Adrien, your friend Marinette is here to see you." Nathalie spoke once inside of the room. Goosebumps spread across her skin at the mention of her name. Adrien wouldn't have known it was her; unless she did that. Marinette grumbled under her breath as Nathalie looked to her and motioned her to come in, there was no turning back now.

Marinette's heart clung tightly as she slowly stepped her way in, her feet felt like anchors with 50 foot long chains that she had to drag along. The smell of cinnamon danced about the room, her nose slightly twitched as the smell of some fancy perfume also lingered in the air. She glanced to Nathalie thinking it was her, but she had been with Nathalie and knew it wasn't. Marinette turned about the small corner way pass Nathalie and her heart sank deep down in her chest at what she saw. "Hey Marinette," Adrien spoke as he was sat up along his bed under his covers. He gave her a small wave. Marinette shyly returned the wave but her eyes glued back to the prissy blonde sat along Adrien's white computer chair. She glared up at Marinette as she held her hand out, painting her nails. Chloe Bourgeois.

"Everything okay; Adrien?" Nathalie spoke and then flinched slightly as the little ginger girl sprang to her feet and handed her a tray with a bowl and glass on it. She adjusted her glasses and looked back to Adrien. "Um. Yeah, I'm fine. Its just-"

"Gah, would you send him some real food, not that nasty slop oatmeal that you call food." Chloe demanded as she rose to her feet and shoved Marinette out of the way. "This is Adrien Agreste, the son to your boss, he is sick and deserves some real food. How about sushi, I'll take some as well, yellow tail and some sweet and sour sauce, thank you very much." Chloe exclaimed with a flick of her hair. Nathalie glared slightly as she inhaled slowly. "Mr. Agreste has a strict diet for Adrien when he is ill, only oatmeal and orange juice is what he can have."

"Chicken Noodle soup always helps, but sushi, I don't think that's a good thing to have when sick, Chloe." Marinette exclaimed. Chloe glared over to her and huffed.

"Nobody asked you Marinette, now, bring him some real food, this is child abuse. I'm the Mayors daughter, and the current client for Mr. Agreste." Chloe spat as she twirled on her heels, nose in the air as she strutted back over to his white computer chair, crossing her legs and continued on with her nails. Nathalie huffed. "I'll see what I can do."

Nathalie made her exit, the door shut and the tension grew in the air slightly. Marinette clung tightly to her friends' bag as she held the strap tightly. Adrien looked to her and chuckled awkwardly. "Sorry about that, so, what brings you here?" Adrien questioned and flinched slightly as Sabrina came over and started tucking the blanket around him. Marinette licked her bottom lip as she stared slightly taken back. Her eyes looked to Chloe and put it together, Chloe brought Sabrina here to take care of Adrien as a 'good gesture' on her part. "Um, well, you see, I um." Marinette reached into the bag. "I, brought notes from school, for you, that is, and, well, thought, if you wanted me to go over them-" Marinette gasped as she pulled out a small stack of wet papers slightly covered in chicken broth. "Oh no." she exclaimed. Adrien frowned as his eye brows creased downward. Chloe and Sabrina started laughing as the papers fell to the floor as Marinette dug into her bag frantically. "Oh, looks like you got some trash notes there." Chloe spat out. Her eyes peered down at the thermos as the lid was slightly open, small amounts of the soup had leaked inside the bag, getting all the papers wet. The pink pen markings grew smudged and runny. Nothing could be read along the pages. It must have happened when she fell outside after Alya pushed her.

"Oh dear. The soup I made you...It ruined the notes" She whispered as she pulled the thermos out. She grew hot with embarrassment as Chloe continued to laugh. "We-well, at least the baked goods ar-aren't ruin." Marinette pulled the white plastic bag out that was slightly covered in broth but managed to not get inside. Adrien smiled somewhat, eyes twinkling and then blinked as Chloe stood up and took the bag from her. Marinette gasped and reached for the bag but Chloe shoved her back slightly. "Don't you worry Marinette, he doesn't need your notes or cheap food. He has a strict diet, since he is a MODEL, remember? Along with, Sabrina already did all his homework for the days he missed, so good thing your notes are ruined."

"Chloe, that's not nice, and along with, I told you I wasn't taking that, I do my own work." Adrien claimed and then started coughing. Chloe turned and puckered her lips. "Oh, it's okay Adrien-darling, we already turned it in, and so you don't have to worry. We have everything taken care of." Chloe exclaimed as she dropped the bag of bakery goods into the small net basket trashcan by the desk. Marinette flinched back slightly and jaw dropped. She huffed as her blood boiled.

"My dad worked very hard making those, and I worked hard making this soup. At least I'm doing something, unlike you, who are making someone else do it for you." Marinette glared, shoving her way pass Chloe. She sat the thermos on his computer desk and reached down into the bin, pulling the bag out. Marinette quickly pulled the bag out and turned toward Adrien. She blinked as the sounded of something clunked across the bottom of the bag as she turned. Chloe began laughing again, Sabrina remained silent as Adrien made a cringed face. Marinette looked over and gasped, the bag dropped from her hand as her heart stopped. "Oh no!"

Nothing was going right. The thermos knocked over and fell across the computer desk, spreading all over the keyboard. Marinette fidgeted slightly as she grabbed the thermos. "I'm, sorry, oh, dear, I. I." Marinette was boiling with embarrassment. She couldn't hold anything in for much longer. "You're such a nuisance. Clumsy-Cheng, always messing things up. Like always."

Marinette frowned looking down as her heart clenched tightly. Clumsy-Cheng indeed. Adrien's jaw dropped as his eyes looked to Marinette's sad face as a dark shadow gloomed over her eyes. "I'm. Sorry." She whispered and she then bowed slightly before taking her leave. "I hope you feel better."

She quickly made her way out of the room as tears escaped her eyes. Adrien's heart dropped as she ran out the room. "Marine-" he choked on her name as he started coughing again. Chloe rolled her eyes as she went back to painting her nails. "Good riddance, Sabrina, clean up this mess." Chloe snapped as sat along the seat. Adrien frowned down as he stared at his blanket, his heart wanted to go after her but his weak sick body couldn't move.

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"I don't understand, how can you stand that chick?" Plagg questioned as he sat along Adrien's bed by the boys feet. Adrien sighed. Chloe had finally left and he was at last, alone, well, with Plagg. Adrien sunk against his pillow as his eyes burned for sleep. His body still ached a bit.

"I've told you, Plagg, she is my friend, but along with, she's a Bourgeois. She is connected with top of the line people. If my dad found out I turned her away from a 'kind gesture'. Then that would affect my dad's image. Sure I stand up to Chloe time to time, but nothing too far. It's a sad curse to have to keep such an image for my dad."

"Well, don't leave me in a room with that girl, or I would scratch her face off."

Adrien chuckled. "With what? You don't have claws."

"Then I'll throw my cheese at her." Plagg hesitated as he looked at the cheese chunk in his grasp. "Ah, who am I kidding, I would never throw such a beauty away."

Adrien sighed as his kwami took the cheese in one gulp, his eyes then peered over at the plastic bag along the floor. Marinette. His eyes softened as he tossed the blanket over. A small hey escaped from underneath as Plagg was now buried under the fabric. Adrien swung his feet over the side of his bed and brought his weight up. He cringed slightly, but fastly ignored it as he made his way across his room. He took picked the bag up and then made his way back to his bed as Plagg shimmed his way from under the darkness underneath. "Hey, I could have died under ther-oh, what she give you?" Plagg questioned as he floated over Adrien, his eyes gleamed like green gems with excitement. Adrien pulled the bag away from Plagg as he tugged at the plastic. "Hey-I-I don't know, will you calm down, I thought you only liked cheese."

"Yeah, well, I do, but maybe there's some cheese covered cookies in there."

"If there is, they are all yours my friend." Adrien chuckled as he wedged the bag in the gap between his legs as he opened the bag slowly. Adrien smiled down at all the carefully wrapped goods that were inside. Each one was wrapped in plastic with a pink bow tying it together. Adrien looked at each item inside and placed them along his bed. "Let's see, a bag of cookies, two croissants, oh, macaroons." Adrien plucked a macaroon and popped it in his mouth. He shivered at the sweetness and made his heart melt at the delicious flavor. "Wkay, wets see what else." He mumbled with a full mouth. He flinched as Plagg jumped into the bag.

"Come on there has to be cheese in here!"

"Plagg, stop!" Adrien glared.

"No cheese! Just stupid goods and a card."

Adrien glared and pulled the kwami out as he was holding the card in his little paws. "Her family owns a bakery, not a cheese emporium." His eyes looked at the pink car and jerked it from his hand before letting the kwami go. "Give me that."

"Oh what's that, a love letter?"

"Hardy har har, it's just a get well card. See?"

He shoved the card up to his friend to the picture of a sick bunny that says. "I hope to see you hop on your paws soon!" Adrien chuckled as he popped another macaroon into his mouth. "Dats cute."

"Blah, she's just as corny as you." He gagged before floating onto Adrien's shoulder as he opened the card. Adrien's eyes searched the card, the words danced in his head and he leaned back against his bed as he laid the card on his lap. His heart clenched tightly as so many emotions danced in his heart as he searched in front of him. "I didn't know she cared so much for me…"

'Dear Adrien, I hope you feel better soon. It pains me to see you have to

suffer even with a small thing as a cold. I care about you more then

you will ever know and I am here for you if you need anything or anyone to talk to.

555-555-6524

Love, Marinette.'