Each night after patrol, Adrien sits down at his desk to write in his journal, writing down his thoughts of the day….

Dear Journal,

I just love Saturdays and that Saturday feel. Okay, I wouldn't spend all day lazing in bed, but it is nice to hit the snooze button a couple of times. However, today would not be day for snoozing, for most Saturdays Mama Cheng holds her painting class at school. I wouldn't say I'm as good an artist as Marinette (okay, Journal, I'm not even close!) But painting helps relax me, and the class is supposed to be fun.

Its still summer here in Paris, but days are getting a tiny bit shorter, and soon we'll be thinking of pumpkin spice and sweaters. I shower and dress quickly, crunching a piece of toast while my Kwami, Plagg, snarfs his cheese in about two bites. I don't know how he doesn't get sick eating like that.

Its not a long walk to school, and Mama Cheng starts the class soon after I arrive. "Good morning, everyone. I trust everyone has had good week." We smile and go around the room telling a short story of what happened this week. After that, Mama claps her hands for attention. "Today I thought we try a little something different. I want to go out and find something you would find in nature, but could be used for art too. Now, you'll need time for projects, so let's meet back here in a half hour."

Chairs rustled as we get up, muttering about our assignment. I'm stumped, but inspiration can surprise you. I find myself walking towards Marinette's favorite sketching sight, watching as the pigeons peck up their morning grain.

Mm, a feather could be all sorts of things. I remember when Marinette made a hat with a feather in it that I modeled for a fashion show, though we had to find a fake feather, because I'm allergic.

Suddenly, there's a great flapping of wings as a bicyclist zooms through the crowd, and birds scatter. A feather drifts on the wind, and I leap up and catch it grinning. "Aren't you supposed to be allergic?" Plagg pops his head out. I nod, stroking the fluffy softness. "That's why you carry a plastic baggie," I tell him, unzipping the bag and dropping the feather in.

Everyone is excited when we all meet back up, and I walk over to the easels. Carefully, I start to paint a dress that is a sparkling white with feathers at the shoulders, as if the girl is a swan, nestling over the lake. I jump when Mama Cheng claps her hands. "Let's see what you've made!"

I'm a bit embarrassed to show the group, but I want to show Marinette my creation. She has creative magic in her fingers and can sew just about everything.

Marinette is hard at work at her sewing station, but gives me a hug when she sees me. "You came up with that from a feather?" "Yeah, I wanted to give the sketch to you. And maybe you could make a mask to go with it?" "Ooh, I've been wanting to play with feathers, but hadn't had any ideas. I could work with this!"

Marinette goes into her "creative head space" and step back, sitting down on the chaise. For awhile, I watch her sketch, then sink into my thoughts.

I can see her being a top designer or maybe a model someday. Or both. Marinette says she'll be be happy if she can run a small store, but I always tell her not to limit herself.

"Hey," I jump slightly as Marinette rests her hand on my arm. "What were you thinking about?" "You being a designer. I'd miss you if you had to go to fashion school, but we'd still be in contact with each other." Marinette nods silently, her eyes drifting to our framed photo by her computer.

"What are you thinking?" I ask, taking her hand. "Its random, I guess. But do you think Ladybug and Cat Noir will ever be defeat Hawkmoth? Here we are talking about hopes and dreams, and there's are put on hold until the villain is defeated." "I trust Ladybug to rid Paris of evil." "Do you have dreams, Adrien?"

We're quiet for a moment. "I'd love to have a family some day. Career wise, I'm still stuck. But for now," I start to blush as I look into Marinette's bluebell eyes. "Is to be your friend, your best friend."

I'm surprised when she leans forward and gives me a hug. "I'm so happy we became friends." "Me too. Although," I grin mischievously as slowly pull the feather from my pocket. "You may retract that statement when I...tickle you!"

Marinette bursts into giggles and whacks with a pillow. I love making her laugh, it fills my heart with happiness.

Just then, a boom! Comes from outside, and Marinette jumps. "You don't think its akuma, do you?" I get up, heading over to check out the window. "No akuma. Just a thunderstorm."

"Lunch!" Mama calls up the stairs. We hurry down to where Mama has set out bowls of steaming tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches.

"I remember days like this in China," Mama says. "It could sunny when I headed off to school. But raining cats and dogs on the way home." I dig into my meal, soaking up Mama Cheng's stories. Father and Nathalie are my only family now, but with Father shutting me out when Mother disappeared, I felt very alone until I met Marinette and her family.

Unfortunately, once the dishes are done and weather clears some, I have to head back home for homework and piano lessons.

Mother loved listening to me play, and I always tried harder when it was time to perform a new piece. Playing the piano makes me feel closer to her, and I can lose myself for hours playing.

After the lesson its time for Chinese, and I slip in my earbuds and flop down on the couch. As I work, I stare out at the gentle falling rain. Marinette is no doubt back to sewing, but my thoughts wander to what Ladybug did today. At least I won't have to wonder long, for each night we patrol the city.

The rest of the day flies back quickly, and soon its time to meet up at our spot. When my feet touchdown on the rooftop, I smell the wonderful smell of chocolate.

"My Lady, I know I'm usually a good kitty, but what did I do to deserve brownies?" I grin at her, and she smiles back. Its hard to tell in the dark, but her face seems to flush, but in an instant its gone.

"Hey, I had to do something while it rained. And it doesn't hurt to have brownie once in awhile." she holds out the pan to me. I take a bite, and close my eyes, sighing.

Its still a bit warm from the oven, with just the perfect amount of sweetness. I meow happily, digging into my delicious treat. "Would you like a moment?" Ladybug giggles, gently nudging me. "Its scrumptious. But no one could be as sweet as you." I can hear her rolling her eyes. "Oh, flattery will get you everywhere, Cat!" I take another brownie. "What's if not flattery? Haven't you heard of brownie points?" "That won't get you more brownies!"

I love this, when we joke and banter, and yes, flirt slightly with each other. "Paris really is beautiful tonight, isn't it?"

The lights of the city far below us are illuminated in a golden glow, like warm honey spread on toast. I can't help the slight yawn that escapes me. "If you need a nap, I'll watch things."

I stand up and stretch. "Only for a minute. Make sure you wake me if anything happens." "I'll have the air horn ready."

An hour passes quickly, and then patrol is over for the night. We do our usual pound it, and we disappear in different directions, swallowed up into the inky blackness.

I try to sleep, but my thoughts are restless, and I snap on the bedside light. Didn't have a blank journal in one of the drawers?

I've so glad to have found you, Dear Journal, to share all my secret thoughts. After writing for an hour, I climb back into bed, noticing the rain has moved back in, and taking the golden lights I saw earlier with it.

Lulled by the sound of raindrops, I drift off into a dream…

A bright light shines on the stage and I wait anxiously for Marinette to appear. This is her moment, her time to shine. But suddenly, the light is switched off, and I find myself alone, unable to find the right path.

I know I have plenty of time to choose a career, but I feel pressure and feel like I must choose soon. Then, a warm yellow light trail fills the space, and I take a deep breath and my mouth begins to water. It smells like bread, yeast, sugar, I follow the trail to a small kitchen where a lump of dough is sitting there waiting.

Somehow, I start rolling out the dough and start to feel a lightness to my being, as if the pressure is easing then fading.

A deep calm voice goes along with the rolling, but if I stop, the voice stops too. There's no words, only voices and a second voice joins the first, only the second is more sweet and feminine.

When I wake and dress in the morning, I try to figure out what the dream meant. Most of the time, dreams are just puzzle pieces of our day. But the dough ball sticks out to me…..

I stop, spitting out of my toothpaste as the pieces fall into place. Maybe my career path will lead me to the Dupain-Cheng bakery.

After breakfast, I head towards Marinette's. At least I can fill out an application, right?