"Okie, super people! Start on cranking your energy juices! The Royal Ballet School wants to meet us already! Hop to it, crewbies!" Bessie yelled on the top of her lungs. "À quoi s'adresse cette école royale de ballet, Ms. Leader?" Adrien asked. "Why would you ask what that school is for? Ballet -of course! What else?" Bessie deadpanned.
"But why are we going there?" Marinette chimed in. "Didn't Bessie tell you guys that we're going to meet someone? A ballet prodigy! He will be guiding us in the Theatre Royal!" Byzer told. "She didn't tell us anything about that!" Adrien eyed this brown eyed girl who merely whistled, innocently.
"Well, now you guys know! So~ se dépêcher! Se dépêcher! We got no time to lose! I paid good money for this! Covent Garden is waiting!" Bessie tried to shoo them. "Theater? A Covent Garden? What are you talking about!?" Marinette's cautiousness wasn't so easily moved, however. "It's what the Royal Opera House is called!- We'll be having our nifty new set in there! Felix -ballerino- already got it covered!" A scoff came out from Bessie's mouth once she said 'Felix'!
"Wait. A ballet prodigy... In London... Felix... You mean- ol' Felix!? Felix Agreste!? MY cousin!?" Adrien gasped. "Yeah. Your cousin. I just thought- Hey! Isn't this one great day to have a family reunion!? So, figured getting your cousin off his pathetic world of workload for a while and set up a tini get-together for ya!" Bessie exclaimed, sarcastically.
Of course the oblivious model wouldn't know that. He felt confused to why she would do this, randomly. She is odd. "Really!?" He asked. The others face-palmed while Bessie looked at him with indifference. "Yes. And I'm a flying spy in disguise." She answered, sarcastically. "You are!?" That adorkable idiot gasped, again. I swear! He's the only thing making this story last so long. He's like a kid... Super kid.
"No." Bessie deadpanned. "I did all this for fun! Not a huge overused reason like that. Psh!" She added. Byzer shook a little bit. They're ganna be late! "Um, maybe we could take this sarcasm ceremony to a close. Time's a ticking!" Their display of idiocy halted at one thought. Shoot! They were!
In the midst of vehicles in hurry- Marinette felt a vibrating object on her pocket. Alya. She's texting her... again. Mari sighed with a gentle smile. Really. She can't live without a friend like that redheaded girl. Opening her message- Mari internally thanked the lucky kwami that was with her. The luck of not sitting next to Adrien was on her side! Bessie's not that good, though. Marinette could literally feel stares! At least it's not Adrien. That's tolerable- enough. Because- let's face it. Alya can never be more subtle...
(On the text...)
ALYA: "GUUUURL! You and blondie an official thing yet?"
(Cue a bluenette face-palming!)
MARI: "Nice to text you, too. I guess."
ALYA: "Aw! Girl! Ya know you can't resist me!"
MARI: "Worth trying."
ALYA: "And failing... Speaking of which! You and blondie?"
MARI: "Mission: Impossible... I can't do this, Alya!"
ALYA: "C'mon! You can't end in the middle of a ship!"
MARI: "It's sinking."
ALYA: "Don'cha worry! I'll sink with ya! (Wink!)"
MARI: "When will my suffering end!?"
(Hey! That's what the readers ask every time you flunk!)
ALYA: "There are things that won't end, Marinette!"
ALYA: "I'll sum it up for you! First: My idol, Ladybug!"
ALYA: "Two: Homework. After school: upgraded to chores! Hu, hu!"
ALYA: "And third: This OTP shipping that is 4 LIFE!"
MARI: "Kay! OKay! Calm down. I'll think of... something."
ALYA: "I'll anticipate this something. It BETTER be good!"
ALYA: "Because- gurl- I would totally fly there just to ship!"
MARI: "I get it. Chill! Tell maman and papa that I said hi!"
ALYA: "Will do~! Text ALL deets! BTYL, BFF! Stay safe!"
MARI: "To you guys, too!"
Once that ended, Marinette sighed. She just got here and there's already a scheme brewing. A blank look placed at Mari's face did not go unnoticed. Bessie saw this. So, she did what any understanding person would do. "Yo! Adrien! Yer princess needs YOUR piggyback ride!"