I walked into the classroom the next morning feeling like I had no ounce of sleep the previous night. How could anyone sleep with this huge responsibility? It took me forever to get up that morning for my daily work out, I had to dash out of the house and skip breakfast. My stomach growled as I sat down on my desk. I suddenly regretted declining Plagg's offer of some of his stashed cheese on the way to school. Anything to eat sounded great at the moment.

I slumped in my chair and let my head hang back with my eyes closed. Hopefully I could get a few minutes of rest before class started. I opened my eyes a few seconds later and saw a maroon colored macaroon in front of my face. My eyes searched up to see a blushing Marinette holding it on front of my face, she was leaning forward with the pastry, her pink round lips parted slightly as we looked at each other.

Suddenly I felt my own cheeks going pink, H-how long has she been this close?

"Um I-I made t-this for you!" She finally said. Her voice was pitched up and a few of our classmates looked over at us, they turned away and returned to their own conversations.

I turned around in my seat to look at the delicious macaroon, my stomach growled with the anticipation to taste another one of Marinette's sweet deserts. "Really?" I asked, not taking my eyes off the pastry.

"Y-yeah, it's passion fruit flavored." She moved it closer to me and lowered her head shyly. "I know it's your favorite." She mumbled.

"Wow, thanks Marinette." I gently grabbed the small macaroon. I couldn't wait any longer to eat it and quickly took a bite. As usual, it was the best taste I could ever imagine. If Marinette didn't dream of being a fashion designer then I would highly suggest she become a baker. I finished it quickly and licked the crumbs off my bottom lip.

"That was delicious Marinette." I looked back at her, her eyes were on my lips and if I didn't know any better I'd think she wanted a kiss. Wait what? No, Marinette is just a friend. How could I even think of that?

"You...um have a few crumbs on the corner of your lips." She raised her hand as if wanting to wipe them off me, but put it down. I wiped off the rest of the crumbs, slightly embarrassed. I suddenly remembered that she wanted to talk to me about something last night.

"Oh Marinette what was it that you wanted to talk about last night? I asked.

"Oh uh..uh.." She stuttered and looked around, anywhere that wasn't me.

"Hey girl, sorry I wasn't here sooner. I had to return these books and check out some for our Greek Mythology report." Alya walked to her desk that was next to Marinette's.

"Yeah and she made me carry them." Nino walked in holding three books. He put them down in front of her in a huff and sat down next to me.

"Hey these nails are made for blogging not carrying books." She held up her pink colored nails that shined with the sunlight that lit up the classroom through the windows. Of course, she was talking about her Chat Noir blog. Something she started when I first became a super hero, it was odd having to dodge another paparazzi that was also one of my close friends. Nino stuck his tongue out to her and she stuck hers out in the same mocking style as him. How these two haven't started dating yet is beyond me.

"Alright class, settle down. It's time to begin," Ms. Bustier said.

I looked at Marinette and said, "After school than." I gave her a wink before turning to face the front of the class.

I walked outside the school steps, waiting for Nathalie to come pick me up for my Chinese lessons. I sighed thinking of my day, I looked around for every possible girl that could become my partner, but looking for a wife was too difficult. Each time I thought I found someone I could settle for I would quickly find something wrong with them. I hope Hawkmoth wouldn't get any worse till I find my Ladybug. I sighed and leaned on the stair rails.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

I turned around to see Marinette shyly holding her books against her chest. I smiled at her, seeing her always seemed to put a smile on my face.

"Hey, what did you want to talk about?" I gave her a mischievous smile and said "I'm all yours."

"Oh I-I" She looked down at her feet and took a deep breath. "There's something very important I need to tell you Adrien. And I don't know if I can keep it to myself any longer."

She finally looked up at me, her eyes determined to blurt out whatever she was holding back.

"Adrien I"-HONK!

I looked at my driver and Nathalie who just arrived. I waved at them, letting them know I would be there soon. "Sorry, what is it you were saying?" I gave my attention back to Marinette. The car honk must have ruined her confidence, because she looked like she lost her words.

HONK!

"Adrien! We have to go; we can't be late to your Manderin lessons." Nathalie poked her head out of the car window, she pointed at her watch. I groaned, I know being late isn't part of being the perfect son for my father. I put a hand on Marinette's shoulder, "I really have to go, but I promise I'll make this up to you."

I hurried off to the car and gave one last goodbye wave to her. She waved weakly back before turning away.

I sat down on my couch in my bedroom. I took a deep sigh; my day was finally over. I finished my homework and Mandarin lessons. Learning different languages was something father wanted me to do, he wanted me to entertain other clients without having a language barrier. At first, I didn't want to, but I have to admit that learning different languages was more fun than it sounded.

I looked over at my desk where I hid the miraculous box. I wasn't worried about anyone finding it. Not only was I not allowed to have any visitors, but no one who lived here really came into my room.

"How am I just supposed to choose a wife like nothing?" I asked Plagg who was already going through his cheese stash.

"Don't think of it like that. Think of it more like having a new partner to fight crime with." He said before taking a big bite out of his beloved camembert cheese.

"Yeah that I'm supposed to marry." I grumbled.

Plagg finally finished off his cheese and flew towards me. "You know what you need? A night out of this prison."

I looked at him and smiled. He knew jumping around Paris always calmed my nerves when there was something on my mind. I stood up from my couch and said "Plagg, claws out!"

I felt the black leather slowly take over my body, within a few seconds I was out my window and into the beautiful night.

I jumped on each high building, feeling the cool air hit my face. My hair moved with the wind and I felt a huge smile upon my face. It felt like all my worries wore off me at this moment. I flipped in the air and landed on a red building that was used as a public library. I sat down and let my legs dangle off the edge of the building. I looked down at the night people who looked smaller from up here. My thoughts trailed off to the miraculous box again. I wish this wasn't such a huge decision. I wish there was some sort of sign that would just lead me to whoever my Ladybug would be.

I looked up in the sky and mumbled, "Come on, throw me a bone here."

Just then I was hit with the most appetizing aroma. I looked around to find out where it was coming from, I jumped up from my feet and followed the scent. I jumped across the red library towards two more buildings till I stopped and realized where the smell was coming from.

"Of course," I said. In front of me was the Dupain – Cheng bakery. Where else could such an alluring scent come from? I felt my cat ears twitch with temptation. It wouldn't be too late to stop in for a snack would it?

My eyes darted to a light that turned on upstairs the bakery. I saw Marinette come out of her room and stand near the balcony. She looked glum, looking down at the street. I felt my smile fade away as I remembered she had wanted to talk about something important. I knew I couldn't explain why I was showing up on her balcony in the middle of the night as Adrien. But I could always lend a helping hand as Chat Noir.

I jumped up on the bakery roof and slid quietly onto her balcony behind her. She didn't notice me so I stepped lightly closer to her.

"Penny for your thoughts?" I asked, hoping not to scare her too much.

She jumped up and turned around quickly to see me. Her eyes were wide and she backed up from me and into her balcony rail. I stepped closer to her with my arms out, afraid she would fall over the rails.

"Uh sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." I suddenly regretted doing this. I didn't want to become a creep in her mind.

"Oh, Chat Noir, no you didn't scare me too much." She relaxed and let go of the rails. She stepped closer to me now that she knew didn't need to have her guard up. "I don't mean to be rude, but what are you doing here?"

"I noticed you looking like you needed to talk to someone." I bowed to her in a gentleman way. "I'm all ears if you need to talk about something." My ears twitched with my pun and I looked up to see her smile.

"Why would the hero of Paris want to talk about my problems?" she asked. I knew she meant it as a joke, but she still looked like she really wanted to get something off her chest.

"I'm here to help everyone in Paris. It's my job mar-mar m'lady." I laughed nervously as I realized I almost said her name. As far as Marinette knew, we were just acquaintances.

She looked at me quizzingly, wondering if she could trust me with her personal life. Finally, she let out this sigh and said, "Well there's this...boy."

"A boy?" I asked.

"Yes a boy, a very special boy." She walked over to the lounging chairs on her balcony and sat down. I followed her and sat down to the chair next to hers.

"I've been trying to work up the nerve to tell him how I really feel about him, but I haven't gotten the chance to."

"Oh," I looked at her sympathetically.

"But even if I do tell him how I feel, he'll just shut me down. He's so out of my league." Marinette put her head in her hands.

"What! Out of your league? But you're the sweetest, most awesome girl ever!" I couldn't help my outburst. Seeing one of my closes, most amazing friend put herself down like that put me over the edge

She looked at me, surprised at my personal opinion of her.

"I- I mean you seem like the sweetest, most amazing girl ever. I know we just met, but I can tell how great of a person you are." I rambled on, hoping not to blow my cover.

"Oh!" She straightened up and turned to me, "Where are my manners, I haven't even introduced myself yet." She put her hand out to me to shake, "I'm Marinette Dupain – Cheng."

I took her hand, but instead I brought it close to my lips and gave it a gentle kiss. "Nice to meet you Ms. Dupain – Cheng.

Marinette's cheeks flushed with red as she saw my flirtatious greeting. I couldn't help, but smile at the way she seemed to get flustered so easily.

I could only enjoy the moment for a few seconds later till she took her hand away from me and stood up. "Oh no you don't," She said, "I'm not going to fall for any of you moves. I've read all those articles about you and the way you flirt with every damsel in distress you save."

I looked at her shocked, I usually avoided any paparazzi articles about me and Chat Noir, though one particular article she was talking about I couldn't stay away from. It was in one of Alya's blogs, "Chat Noir: Super Hero and Super Don Juan". She had taken a picture of me and Chloe. I had just saved Chloe from an akumatized villain who was threatening to get rid of her for her mean nature. After rescuing her from falling off a building I was carrying her bridal style. Chloe must have felt very grateful because the next thing I knew she had wrapped her arms around my neck and planted a kiss on me. I remembered having to hear about it the next day at school and all over Alya's blog.

I stood up from the chair and shook off the rejection from Marinette. "M'lady, I'm offended. I have you know that my affections for you are fully genuine." I bowed to her and kissed her hand again, this time she didn't pull away. Instead she simple rolled her eyes.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I need some sleep for tomorrow." She yawned to prove her point.

I pulled away from our small moment and made my way to the balcony. I turned to face her before waving goodbye, "Till next time, m'lady."

I jumped off her balcony and back into the black night, escaping into the sky with a smile onto my face.

I wanted to make the first MariChat scene longer but it's getting a bit late and I can always work it into the story later. Trust me there will be a lot more scenes with them together, a blooming romance. I think thid might be my longest story, I have a lot of ideas and I had to actually cut out some ideas and work out when each scene will take place. Tell me what you think of the first MariChat scene, did I do well for my first time?