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Marinette couldn't really stop herself.

Another inspiration from the dream she had that morning had her designing in her notebook during lunch. She saw it as some form of apology to Kitty, because she couldn't remember where he had asked for them to meet.

She had been beginning the outline of a baggy jacket, inspired by the older version she had seen in her dream when she heard Alya speak.

"Oh, I know!" Alya shoved Marinette lightly. "Mari, Adrien's probably wondering why you wear your bell!"

Marinette blinked, looking up from her work and grabbing the said bell around her neck. It remained just as silent as the day that she had received it. It was the only real proof that she had of him besides the recurring dreams.

"My bell? Oh, a dear friend of mine gave it to me. The first friend that I ever made when I moved here."

"It's not just that!" Alya laughed. "Her father told me-"

"That's not for you to tell." Marinette lightly scolded, heat touching her cheeks. She knew that Alya was going to say 'that she said that it was a cat-boy', but she didn't need to be made fun of for having a supposedly 'wild' imagination. She smiled a bit shyly at Adrien. Besides, she didn't need him to know something as embarrassing as that.

"It might be ridiculous, but from what I can remember, he had green eyes, I gave him my good luck charm, and that I always referred to him as kitty." A harmless nickname that could be given to anyone. She absentmindedly fiddled with her necklace, wishing it would ring out. "I couldn't remember where he wanted to meet with me, but I do hope that he recognizes this bell if we ever meet again. Even if it's silent."

"Silent?" Adrien almost seemed confused. He had much right to be, it was weird for a bell to be silent. But it wasn't unheard of. It made her grow curious about him, but she wouldn't pry.

"Yeah. The ball's in there, and it jumps around, but no matter how hard you ring it, it won't make a sound." Nino described, coincidentally rhyming. Marinette hid her giggles. Typical of a DJ.

"That's cool." Adrien admitted, looking at Marinette. "How will you know it's him?"

"Simple." Marinette smiled, remembering how she had often thought of their reunion happening. "I hope that the lucky charm that I gave him is still with him, and that either I or he see it." She sighed a small sigh. "Then again, it's been so long, I doubt that I'll ever see him again." A strange look crossed Adrien's face, but Marinette didn't focus on it long enough to think on it, turning back to the jacket.

Black, to match the shadows around him. Green also to match his eyes…

She could see it already.

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Marinette sighed, spinning around in her chair lazily. Day one of school, survived.

Her parents had welcomed her home, asked how her day had went, teased her a bit about Nathaniel (who was a regular customer), just like they did every school day.

And just like every school day, she sat down and fantasised about her future.

Whoever she would marry- she didn't really have anyone in mind- would live with her in a two-story house. She'd have her own studio, and work for Agreste Industries. They'd have three kids, two boys and a girl. The boys would be Louis and Hugo, and the girl's name would be Emma. They'd also have a cat, dog, and hamster, and live close enough so that they could walk to her parent's bakery. That way maman and papa would be able to see Marinette more often.

Something Marinette wished in her own life. As it was, the most her grandparents ever saw of her was through video chats, social media, and family photos.

Inspiration suddenly struck for a sundress she had doodled in her free-time, and she looked outside. It was dark out, but not too dark with the christmas lights she had hung on her balcony. It would be perfect to start now and get some fresh air.

So she climbed up and out of her bedroom to admire the sunset, and then begin sketching.

Unfortunately, after about an hour had passed, she gained the feeling that she was being watched. She tried to invest herself in her design, but soon the invisible eyes staring at her became too uncomfortable. She slightly over-exaggerated a yawn and a stretch, going downstairs.

She watched from her window for a moment, looking for anything that might've been watching her. Then she realized that her light was on and turned it off, moving back to the window.

If she had blinked a few moments later, she would have missed the silver… rod? The silver rod (as she was calling it) that had briefly glinted in the moonlight before disappearing.

She waited a while longer before changing into her pajamas and hopping in bed.

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