Heyoo Beans, back for more?

So today we are mixing things up a bit.

We're going to hopefully start adding in some other prespectives (POV(Point of veiw))

Some of you guys might have mixed feelings about this chapter but overall it's fairly light hearted.

Shall we get to the reviews?

LadyoftheBirds: Thank you! I'm glad to be back too!

Mayuralover: Yeah, it's gonna be live that for a while. I can however tell you that the big reveal of their feelings isn't the end of the story. My wrist is actually feeling much better, thanks!

SunshineMLB: I mean, personally I would be swooning if a guy like Adrien (especially in this universe) fell for me. #DreamComeTrue

DORKALICIOUSfan007: Uhm can we get a spoiler warning up in here? Holy Lord of Beans! I'm scared to watch it now… I mean I guess you get to see who her roomie is. Did you know that Oni-Chan is a japanese honorific (nickname? Sort of like Mr. and Mrs. but theres a lot of them…) It's an informal way to say brother. (I actually call my best friend this sometimes, it drives him nuts.)

Shall we move on to the story?

Without further ado, I bring to you, the 8th chapter of my story Promises, Affection!

(Affection) fond attachment, devotion, or love.

Adrien's POV (1 Week After)

It took a week or so for the both of us to find enough time to have a video call. I'm nervous when I pull up the Skype app. I'm not sure what to expect. What if she changed already? What if she's different?

I shove the thought aside when the app notifies me that our video call is starting.

When her video finally loads all I can see is her room. It's a cluttered room and I'm filled with a sense of familiarity. There's no doubt that the clutter is Marinette's 'Organized Chaos'.

I hear shuffling through the speakers of my phone and Marinette moves the camera into view.

"There you are my lady-" bug. My breath catches in my throat.

When she sees me she smiles so bright her sapphire eyes sparkle.

Her hair is messy and tied back into a bun. She's wearing one of my old tee shirts that is practically a dress on her small figure.

Despite her laid back appearance, she looks effortlessly beautiful.

"Your lady? Who are you? My knight in comfy black cat hoodie?" She questions with a smirk.

I bow my head with a flourish.

"Chat Noir at your service, M'lady."

"More like Chaton."

Marinette lets out a bright laugh and one of my own soon follows.

When we calm Marinette's smile settles into a soft yet sad look.

"I miss you, Chaton…"

My heart aches as I respond. "I miss you too, more than you know." A moment of silence passes before I ask, "So how do you like it in the states so far?"

And so starts the thirty minute rant on american drivers, pizza toppings, the extensive amount of profanity, traffic, american 'cheese', and fake baguettes.

"It's not actually cheese though!"

"Well, what is it?"

"I have no idea but it's not cheese!"

We burst into fits of laughter.

"And you'll never guess who was traveling back to new york with me and just so happens to be the one I'm sharing my room with." Marinette blanches.

"Who?" I ask with genuine curiosity.

"None other than Chloe Bourgeois herself."

"No way! Seriously! I heard she moved away and was in town for a few weeks but seriously?"

"I'm dead serious and if possible she's worse than before. Whenever she's not complaining about everything and mocking me, she's bragging about her amazing boyfriend."

I hum to myself. "Chloe isn't all bad, you know. After her parents split up they buried themselves in their work and she was forced to use any means necessary to get attention, good or bad. Needless to say she never got affection from anyone. Once she realizes you're genuinely trying to be a good friend to her, she'll learn to trust you and warm up to you."

Marinette waves off my comment. "I'll believe it when I see it."

Marinette's POV

I reluctantly make it home late at night and head inside.

Things between Chloe and her football superstar boyfriend, Gavin, have tense lately and Chloe has been moody.

However when I get home the lights are dark and the TV is rolling credits and all I can hear are sobs from the living room.

"Chloe?" I call out and the sobbing grows louder.

I set down my things and make my way through the dark, towards the sound.

The first thing I notice is several empty bottles of wine resting on the coffee table.

Chloe lays face down on the couch. She's too busy crying to notice me.

I'm tempted to walk away and leave her there. She's been nothing but horrible to me for years. I groan when I remember Adrien's words a few months back.

"Alright, come on Chloe," I mumble as I help her sit up. She immediately tries to lay back down but I hold her still.

"Come on, let's get you to bed, I'll make you some tea and some pain killers."

"Marinette? Why does no one love me? What does she have that I don't? Why did he sleep with her?"

I pause and stare at her for a moment, feeling guilty for almost leaving here there. "I-I don't know Chloe… Some people are just too stupid to see what's right infront of their eyes."

I help Chloe stand and get her to her room. Once we're there I help her change into comfortable clothes and get into bed.

When I come back with Maman's special tea, she drinks it without complaint.

"You're so nice Marinette, you really are a good person, I wish I was more like you…" she mumbles.

I take a seat on the bed next to her. "You're not all bad Chloe, and honestly, you are who you choose to be. Mean or kind, good or bad."

"He cheated on me, you know… and it's probably not even the first time either. I went over to his apartment for our anniversary and the door was unlocked and he wa-was… with her… I can't believe he would do that."

My heart breaks for her and the only thing I can think to do is lean forward and give her a hug. She freezes in my arms as if she had never been hugged before. Eventually she warms up to me and clings to me as she cries that ugly and messy heartbroken cry.

In the next few days after Chloe claims she has no memory of that night and everything is fine, yet her judgemental and aggressive demeanor fades away and after a few weeks we move from bitter enemies, to acquaintances, and acquaintances to friends.

Chloe's POV

Ok, I'll admit, I wasn't the nicest person in the world, and I'm still not, but Marinette was kind to me and had enough confidence in me to believe in the good parts of me I keep locked away. While her small act of kindness might not have cured me, it did eventually motivate me to find a therapist and work towards the me I really do want to be.