Marinette rose with the sun piercing her eyes through her sunroof. She yawned with a big stretch then tumbled to the end of her bed. Typical Tuesday. She nearly died trying to make it down the ladder, it was days like these she wished she had asked for a normal bed rather than a loft bed.
"Goodmorning, Marinette!" Tikki greeted with with a giant smile stretched across her face.
"Ya-h," yawn "goodmorning, Tik—" she replied releasing another yawn, still struggling to construct a coherent sentence. She entered her bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror, contemplating whether or not she really wanted to take a shower. She ended up deciding yes and ripped her towel off the hanger. As the warm water trickled down her body, shower thoughts came pileing in. I hope I do good on the math test today she thought, perhaps Adrien will notice me, today? she questioned once again. She turned off the water and wrapped her self in a pink soft towel. While getting out her makeup bag she wondered what she should do with her hair today. She often wore it in two twin tails, rarely allowing anyone to see it in any other style, but today she considered wearing it down. She didn't exactly know why she had this urge, but she was deeply considering acting un it. Yep. She was going to do it. She brushed out her thick, black locks, revealing it's full length, just below below her shoulders. She added her heat-protectant cream and oils then proceeded to blow dry it. After applying her makeup, she shuffled to her wardrobe to get dressed, making her way down stairs for breakfast, after.
"Goodmorning, Maman," she greeted cheerfully.
"Goodmorning!" her mother started, kissing Marinette on the forehead, "you better hurry or you'll be late for school," she announced handing her a croissant.
"Thanks, Maman, love you!" she shouted racing out the door. "Goodmorning, Papa, loveyoubye." Marinette could never understand why even though she lived right across from school, she managed to be a late or nearly on time every morning. The clock read 8:44.
one minute to get in class
She thought.
She rounded the corner in toFrançoise Dupont Highschool, and ran right into another student.
"Agh!" she exclaimed reacting to the collision, "I'm so sorr—" she froze when you realised who exactly she had run into. Adrien Agreste.
Adrien looked equally as shocked, but for a completely different reason, Her hair.
He thought to himself. They stood staring until Adrien finally broke the gaze after realizing her had his arms wrapped around Marinettes waist. Heat rushed to Marinette's cheeks, not only from embarrassment, but also from the fact she was inches away from his lips. Not close enough to kiss, but closer than she had been before.
"S-sorry," Marinette stuttered, eyes dropping to the floor. Adrien hadn't felt the need to mention it anymore so he quickly changed the subject.
"Your hair looks nice," he uttered, displaying a sweet smile. Even he was starting to blush now.
"Oh, um, thank you!" she said returning the smile.
"I better get to class"
They both rang, releasing a chuckle.
Mrs. Mendeleïev's science lab was fairly easy today, just mixing chemicals and whatnot. And Marinette was able to walk out of mathematics fully confident she had aced that test. But now it was time for history. It wasn't that she didn't like history, she loved school and all that came with—well, other than Chloé— but history just wasn't on top tier of favorite subjects. She had always been partial to literature. But alas, this was history, not literature, but Marinette was determined to keeps her hopes high for today's lesson. Chatter filled the room, making a slight humming noise, until it was broken by Mrs. Bustier clapping her hands together.
"Students," she plead, with a chuckle, until finally the speaking her stopped. "Now, I know today you were expecting us to continue on with our lesson on the beautiful friendship between the United States of America and France," she started, "But for the rest of the week I want you to do a project on pastries in Paris." the teacher could tell the students were bewildered. "Yes, I know, pastries have little to do with history. But since it is the beginning of out second semester, I wanted to do something fun to lighten the mood!" she added. Happiness began to fill the room. "Now, this project will be carried out in pairs, Marinette and Adrien—" she carried on with the rest of the pairs but Marinette's faced flushed, as Adrien whipped around to flash her a smile. She bit her lip and returned the gesture. Adrien froze in utter attraction to the gesture, but quickly snapped out of it and returned to his attention to his teacher to listen to the rest of the requirements .
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After school, Marinette met up with Adrien to iron out the plans for the week.
"So, I'm going to start by assuming you will be joining me at my house for the project," she started, in an oddly comfortable manner. Then she continued, "This will hopefully be fairly easy, considering I eat, sleep, and breathe pastries," she jokes causing them both to snicker.
"Sounds great!" Adrien replied, "See you tomorrow."
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