Ok, so I have decided that one chapter will divide into two sides, one story that will explain what Marinette was thinking/doing and what Luka was doing/thinking. (the chapter will split into two, but you will get it the same day, so yes!) It is also my excuse for no 'creative' names for each chapter and taking so long to upload... One minor update, I didn't feel like making Marinette's best friend toxic, so her toxic friends will come later; she is not even going to be close to them.
Warning: swearing (literally two words)
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It was the fifth time the alarm had rang, and Marinette yet again had snoozed it for five more minutes. She lived with her best friend, Olive. 'I swear to god, if you snooze that button one more time, I will throw that phone out of the window,' shouted Olive from the kitchen in their apartment. 'I AM UP, sorry, don't throw my phone out of the window, I don't want to buy a new one', replied Marinette, half asleep and trying to get the energy to get up.
Olive was a good-looking girl in her twenties. She had mid-back wavy black hair that had few strands braided that flicked with every turn. She had olive-brown skin that ran and shaped her curvy body. Her forest green eyes, scanning the kitchen for spoons, 'MARINETTE DUPAIN-CHENG, I TOLD YOU TO WASH THE DISHES WHEN YOU COME BACK FROM YOUR JOB HUNT. AND NOW, WE DON'T HAVE A SINGLE WASHED SPOON, DO YOU WANT TO EAT YOUR FOOD WITH YOUR HAND?' stalked Olive to Marinette's room, 'And I thought I told you to get up, I will throw ice on your face if you don't get up!' spatter Olive, more. 'Sorry! I am up, no ice!' sat up Marinette with her eyes closed and finger pointed where she thought Olive was standing.
'Marinette, this can't continue; you need to find a job and get more active. I don't know how your still keeping ahold of all the payments on your side, and I am worried for you...' Olive calmed down and said calmly. 'I know, I know, I promise I am, just give me until this month...' Marinette mumbled as she got up to freshen up. Olive nodding, went back to prepare the breakfast, and let Marinette get ready.
Marinette slipped on a loose light blue hoodie, which was embroiled with white waves in the middle of the hoodie, pairing it with a knife-pleated white skirt; she also tied her hair in a loose bun, so she could easily tuck them in her hoodie. 'So, what's for breakfast, chef?' asked Marinette as she hoped in one of the high chairs near the kitchen.
Their apartment was well kept and beautiful. It would remind one of the beaches in the Maldives. It was in cream, beige, grey and accents of turquoise and teal. Their house was only for three people, but because of how they used the space and positioned everything, it looked big enough for five people, leaving even more space.
'Nothing, really, just cereal... because, well you see, SOMEONE FORGOT TO CLEAN THE DISHES, AND I BARELY HAD ANYTHING TO USE' snapper Olive once again, 'Righttt, I will do it today, and the cereal looks... like cereal?' Marinette replied jokingly. Olive rolled her eyes and then started laughing. They both laughed a lot.
after eating their breakfast
'Ok, so I will be leaving, you know, the job hunt...' said Marinette, as she got up, re-tying her loose bun. 'You better come back with a proper job, or else I won't let you in', teased Olive as she went to get ready for her job. Marinette quickly remembers to bring her matching bracelet with all her charms, chains from her room.
She pulled out her white mask, with blue stars, and thought to herself, that took double the amount from last time. I never thought it would be so hard to lie to Olive day by day. I mean, it was pretty easy to lie at the start, but as I kept getting to know her, I feel as if I can trust her. Oh well, I will see this later.
She reached a vast building and went in, making sure she covered her face. 'Good Morning, ma'am!' cheered as a small girl around fifteen to sixteen joined Marinette, 'Would you like me to update you and go over your schedule as we walk, or should I first get you some coffee?' 'Good morning to you too, Aura! I see you finished your exams?' asked Marinette as she stopped to smile at Aura. 'Yes ma'am, I believe they went well, but do you want the coffee? Because we have some crucial information to discuss, and I am not sure how you will react to it…' mumbled Aura at the last part. 'Why won't I like it?' asked as she started walking again, with one eyebrow raised. Aura started but, 'Wait, stop, how about we discuss this properly in the room, till then can you please ask someone else to make me a hazelnut frappe?' interrupted Marinette. Aura nodded and stalked away.
Aura entered Marinette's office and sat back in one of the chairs, 'So, our clients are doing fairly well, and our reach has increased by 15% in the last twenty-four hours, we have also set the fifth round of manufacturing for our latest release.' Started Aura, 'So, the company is going good? Why would I not like it?' asked Marinette, still questioned, 'Well, I never said you wouldn't like it, it's just that...' When Aura stopped, 'But what Miss. Aurora Faye?' Marinette asked Aura formally. 'Alright, so basically, you will need to locate to Paris for some time,' Blurted out Aura, 'and I know how you avoid going there, and if you do, it is for hours only, and you sit in the same spot staring at the same place and people.' Aura looked at her for a brief moment, to see how she will react, but to her surprise…
'Oh? You were worried about me freaking out about Paris? I mean, it is fine, I need to move on, and maybe I might meet them and try to be their friend again, don't you think?' asked Marinette, smiling. Aura nodded in shock and tried to understand what just happened, but how could she?
The rest of her day went in a blur, many coffee trips, calls, meetings, clients, designing, and making sure her secret of being the CEO of 'Serendipity' didn't end up slipping. She reached home late and crashed on the sofa without realising who was there and watching her, 'Paris… Ok, so how bad can it be? No one remembers, not even my parents, but that's not too bad, right? I will certainly not need any guide since I have lived 16 years of my life there; And on top, it's for work, my company will benefit from this, and Paris is the capital of fashion.'
'You used to live in Paris, and you got a job? Is it something about fashion? WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN? IS IT SOMETHING ABOUT FASHION?' asked Olive, as she started panicking from her room's doorway. 'YOUR HOME? I mean, I thought you wouldn't be home until late, since you know…' Marinette tried to distract Olive. 'Ya, my shift ended early, now answer.' Replied Olive in a toneless voice. Not a single drop of emotion seen, but you can't say she is exaggerating. I mean, how will you feel if your best friend's entire past is a lie, and you realise you don't know her.
Marinette knew she could not lie her way out; it was one reason she lost Alya. So Marinette confessed everything she didn't mean to, but when it felt like she could open up about everything, she could no longer hold inside of her all alone. When she finished, Olive only did one thing, she pulled Marinette closer and hugged her. Marinette had forgotten how it felt to have a comforting hug and not have so many secrets of dealing with alone. No one cried, but it was a sad hug, a hug that helped put both of their worries to ease somehow. They stayed like that for some time.
'So, that happened…' Marinette said after it had been few minutes, they had stopped hugging one another. 'I am happy you told me so much, and they are assholes for not remembering you, but it isn't their fault either. Still, when are you leaving. Do you want me to come with you? I can find a job in Paris, and I don't want to be in LA while my best friend is facing her past six thousand miles or something.' Said Olive, trying to lighten up the mood.
'I- You would do that for me?' asked Marinette in disbelief, 'Of course I will! Who do you take me for?' joked Olive, 'Also, no more serious talk, that was so hard to go through without getting all weirded out-' Olive got interrupted by the fit of laughs coming from Marinette, 'I promise I won't make it weird. Since your coming, we are leaving the day-after " 'WHAT- SHIT- I BETTER GET PACKING, AND I NEED STUFF SO I DON'T LOOK TOO BAD WITH MISS. I AM SECRETLY RICH.' Erupted Olive as she tried to process more information, and all Marinette could do was laugh.
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Ok, so chapter 1 Marinette's pov is published, officially. I hope you like it; please comment down below any suggestions/feed; even random words work! I hope you enjoyed this.