Don't Open the Door for Anyone

"MARINETTE!" I suddenly bolted up, as my mother's screams woke me. I had fallen asleep on the floor shortly after Chat left. I let out an alarmed shriek and my hands flailed about aimlessly.

"Marinette, why on earth was the door unlocked and fully OPEN when we got home?!" I looked over to the door, my expression a cross between sleepy, startled and utterly guilty.

"Where did all the cookies go?" I heard my dad shout, in a disappointed tone, from the kitchen. My mum glares over at me.

"Marinette, did you let someone in the house and eat cookies with them?!" Being on my mother's bad side was definitely not pleasant.

"…not exactly…" I mumbled, almost inaudibly, under my breath.

"What do you mean by 'not exactly'?!" I found myself cursing her impeccable hearing. I cringed and looked at my feet.

"You know what? Just… just never mind…are you okay? You're not hurt?" But thank goodness for her motherly side. She lowered her gaze to the crumby mess Tikki and I had left the night before.

"Oh wow, you really did make a mess, now, didn't you?" She sighed before grasping my wrists and helping me up, off the ground. My cheeks flushed pink again, and I felt Tikki frantically burry herself deeper into my pocket. "Well, I guess you better get cleaned up… and be thankful that we arrived early enough to wake you up for school." Right. School. I still have to go to that. And suffer complete and utter humiliation in front of Adrien. Great. I got ready for school in a drowsy and depressed way, trying to stall the horrid embarrassment I had yet to face.

The walk to school was quick. Too quick. Before I knew it I was standing out front of my classroom door. Twenty minutes early. That was a first. I felt a vibration in my pocket. Alya had messaged me.

Alya: Girl, I can see you at the door… just come in already! I sighed as I pushed open the door. I felt as though the whole world was watching me, when, in actual fact, it was only Alya, Nino and… Adrien. I felt my cheeks heat up and I stiffened as I saw Adrien looking straight at me. That all too perfect smile plastered on his face. That smile that could make any girl faint. I swore I was about to. It stayed that way for what felt like hours, my face looking like a tomato, before I finally heard Alya speak.

"Adrien, stop looking at Marinette. She's about to explode," Alya gave me a death glare whilst Nino held back a chuckle. Adrien, however, looked confused and a little hurt. As I slowly (and cautiously) made my way to my desk, Adrien gave me a small wave and another dashing smile. Just like that: I was frozen to the spot again. Only this time to the point where Alya had to get up and physically force me into my seat. She snickered at my red face before rolling her eyes. I swore on heaven and hell if she so much as mentioned yesterday I woul-

"Jeez, Mari. It's was only chocolate milk." Face plant my desk. I would face plant my desk.

Well, at least patrol tonight could get my mind off of it.

I was waiting patiently until that mischievous kitty arrived. The night was so quiet that there was no way you could miss the smallest sound. Like a pin dropping, let alone a cat boy clad in leather. Yet somehow he managed it. I was gazing out over the city (mostly regretting horrible decisions made that day) before strong arms suddenly gripped my shoulders playfully.

"Gotcha Bugaboo," Chat Noir whispered in amusement as I jumped ever so slightly. Pouting, I peeled his fingers off my shoulders and shrugged away.

"Anything yet?" We both asked in sync and then shook our heads in response.

"I suppose we could just enjoy the night for a bit…" I started before noticing that Chat was already settled. Laying on his stomach, seemingly watching something on the screen on his staff. I sighed and puffed a wisp of hair out of my eyes. So, do I just wait until you're done? I was bored and I am not a fan of anime, which it turned out Chat was watching. I slowly sat down next to the leather clad boy laying on the floor, but received no recognition of my presence. I decided to wait until this episode was over, but that took longer than expected. To pass time, without interrupting him, I reached into my behind me and pulled out the strawberry milk bottle I had packed for a late night snack. I took one sip, trying to remain as quiet as possible. The episode went on and on and on! I swore it was going to last forever! When suddenly, I smelt something… The sweet smells of Adrien's strawberry scented shampoo. I was curious. The next thing I knew I had closed my eyes and was inching closer and closer to the blonde locks that had smelt so familiar.

What am I doing?

I moved less than a centimetre closer, until his hair was tickling my face.

What the actual hell am I doing?

I took a slow, deep breath through my nose, savouring the familiar smells of Chat's shampoo.

Truth is; I had no idea what the hell I was doing.

I blew it. The Marinette in me decided to show herself at the worst possible time. I had fumbled over my own hands in the process of leaning forward to sniff his hair. I still can't believe I did that. I fell and face planted forward. Chat's head was rammed into his screen on the sudden movement but stopped when he felt the cold liquid running down his face. Of course this was happening again! When I fell forward, I had spilt my strawberry milk. All over Chat Noir. The milk splashed all across his back, staining the black with a light pink colour. Strawberry milk drizzled all through his hair. His nice, Adrien-smelling hair. Stop. Thinking. About. The. Hair. He slowly turned to face me, eyes wide and confused. My jaw dropped low and my eyes bulged out of my head. Milk dripped from his hair onto his face and down the front of his suit.

"You- I- I'm- but- he- milk- again- ARGGHH!" I was speechless. I couldn't get out a full sentence. A blubbering mess. That's what I was. I let out a noise that sounded like a strangled cat meow.

"I'm- I'm sooooooo s-sorry!" I managed to squeak out before Chat burst out laughing.

"Again? Wow…" He murmured, supposedly to himself, between laughs. "Well, as a-moo-sing as this is, Milady, I prefer to look udder-ly perfect and right now I only look about two percent good. I won't milk it any further and I'll be off." And just like that, it happened. All. Over. Again.

"Don't be too loud!"

"Don't stay up all night!"

"Don't use the oven. We all know how clumsy you are!"

"Don't eat the cookies this time!"

"Don't open the door to anyone! Not even your cookie-stealing partner..." My parents explained the rules for the millionth time this evening. They were going out for the night again. I don't think my parents trust me anymore, as they said they were inviting someone over for me. I knew Alya was babysitting today so it wasn't her.

"Okay, okay! I understand! Just go! I'll be fine!" I tried to usher them out the door, but they still had more to say. They were about to continue when there was a knocking at the door.

"Such punctuality," I heard my mother whisper before turning to me. "He's here," He? "And I know you two will behave… Adrien's a very good boy."

Press A to continue.

Marinette excel has stopped working.

Where's a good panic siren when you need one.

Before I could even begin to process anything, my parents where gone and in their place? Adrien, of course. Freak out in three, two, one-

"A-A-Adrien, I-I-I-I…" Legs collapse in three, two, one-

"Woah, Marinette!" I did not come in contact with the cold, hard ground like I expected. I looked up into the eyes of Adrien, who was grabbing my arm to get me standing again.

"I- I- I- sorry so I'm- I mean; I'm sorry so- I mean-" I began but knew it was pointless so I just gave up. I sighed and looked to my feet nervously. I only looked back up when I felt a comforting hand on my shoulder. Adrien smiled that amazing smile of his. That's when I noticed it. His hair looked kind of sticky and was tinged a very pale pinky white. That's when I got a good whiff of him.

"A-A-Adrien? What h-happened to your h-hair? And why d-do you smell l-like strawberry m-milk?"

And just like that; all the colour poured from his face…like milk from a milk carton.