Dear Diary

by callmeakumatized

Marinette keeps a diary. Inside holds secrets...some are about her, some are about her crush, and some are about a certain NON-crush cat-boy who doubles as a super-duper super partner. Let's take a peek and read some drabble...shall we? (So sometimes I get ideas that don't warrant a story, but maybe could pass as a fun or punny anecdote. Those go here. :D Enjoy!)

5. Chapter 5

Dear Diary –

I grew up watching Mulan. She's the only Chinese "princess" and I am part Chinese, so that was my go-to movie for a long time. So you can understand why I thought of the matchmaker lady when I looked hard in the mirror at school today. You know, after this incident.

I should have known that something was going to go wrong, what with my bad luck. But the plan seemed so perfect! Alya came over before school, as we had planned. We went over the lines again that she wrote for me and I had practiced all weekend. Then, just for good measure, I wrote the lines on my hand so I wouldn't forget what I was going to say (and so I had somewhere to look other than in Adrien's D-R-E-A-M-Y eyes and start stuttering again). Everything was perfect, except for the fact that I had used my fabric – a.k.a. washable – marker instead of my designing – a.k.a. permanent – marker. As we walked to the school, I nervously rubbed my sweaty hands together (you see where I'm going with this now, right?), then, in a last fit of agonizing nerves, I dragged my fingers down each side of my cheeks, groaning out loud.

In hindsight, Alya wasn't suddenly trying to dissuade me from my confession. She was just trying to tell me that I had war paint streaming down my face. I didn't listen, though. I finally had confidence! I could do this! And I walked right up to Adrien…and froze at the shocked look on his face. He started to say something, but Alya grabbed me around the shoulders, shouting, "LET'S TAKE A SELFIE SAY CHEESE!" Luckily Adrien seemed suddenly interested in his bag, muttering something under his breath (I swear I heard him say something about "cheese" – that boy really likes his cheese, huh?)

And that's when I noticed my face in the selfie picture (thank you, Alya). It looked like the worse mascara job met a freak rain storm. On my face. In front of Adrien. UUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHH. I wanted to stay home from school for the rest of today (Alya didn't let me, of course…just made me clean up in the bathroom). I settled for internal screaming.

FYI, the lines I had written on my hand were: Hi, Adrien! I'm Marinette (I added that part, just in case he forgot). Would you like to come over this week and play Mecha Strike III? That is, unless you're afraid you'll stike out again? *wink*.

I think we all know who struck out today. Again I say, UUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH.

Spots Off – Marinette xoxo