Oh God. That was my first thought after I kissed Chat.

On the cheek, you idiot!

But his lips were just there!

You're lucky you missed the majority of them. Otherwise you'd really be in hell right now!

A pair of voices argued relentlessly in my head. Finally, my own voice popped up. What do I do now?!

Run, you idiot! Both yelled.

So I, caught up in the moment, rushed away from Chat Noir. I snatched my hat off my head, not wanting to have to go back for it and giving Chat a chance to intercept. And had I really been that forward? Yes. Shit. I thought, straying from my usual lack of profanity. I couldn't help it. Here I was, running home after kissing a boy who I'd known for two days. On the lips, too! Well, it was only a fraction of his lips, only the very corner. But why had I been so stupid? Kiss him on the fuc-... frickin' cheek!

I got home, still running. I had enough sense to lock the door behind me before making a beeline to my room. "Mari, that you?" Papa asked.

"Yes, Papa." I responded, still too shocked to stop.

"Well, I'm turning in for the night. Did you get dinner?"

"Yes. Goodnight, Papa!" I called, only my head left protruding from my room.

A muffled good night came from him before I sealed myself in my room. I shrunk against the door, head falling into my hands. Then I slammed a back-hand against my forehead, leaving it draped there, before sinking to the floor.

[ Quite a night, M'lady. Get home safely? ]

No no no no no no no no no. Did I mention no?

[ Probably. Now go away ] My texts sounded pout-y to even myself, who was drowning in self-pity.

[ What did I do????? ]

[ Everything ]

[ Nothing ]

[ Probably something ] It was too bad I couldn't simply delete my messages from existence. I really wanted to restart this conversation.

[ ... ]

[ ... Is this an actual something....? ] I paused.

[ As opposed to what? ] Yes. Perfect response.

[ Is this a.... ]

[ ... Sincere? I think that's right... ]

[ ..........Issue? ] Was he implying what I thought he was implying?

[ Are you asking if im on my period ]

[ Like did I actually overstep bounds or something ] Clearly a message intended to be sent prior to my own.

[ Now, no ]

[ Cause that would be rude ]

[ im just asking ]

[ if I did something bad ]

[ Everything seemed fine until right now ]

I stared at his responses a minute, formulating a response.

[ ... ]

[ ......... ]

[ .........are u... ]

[ I will stab u ]

[ wtf bro ]

[ ... why .... ]

[ so lacking of manners ]

I couldn't bring myself to be angry with the boy who'd I'd kissed only minutes before.

[ no ]

[ thats a no. Dont ask again ]

[ IM SORRY LB DONT HURT ME ]

[ IM TOO CUTE ]

[ DONT DO IT ]

[ .....pls? ] At this, I finally broke down, giving in to laughter that soothed the tension in my chest.

[ fine ]

[ u arent that cute ]

[ so im at least a lil cute ]

[ PS are u rlly gonna call me bro after... ]

[ BRING IT UP AGAIN AND I WILL STAB YOU. ]

[ that was an incorrect use of "lil'" ] I tacked on, my inner grammar teacher coming out.

[ oh but is it ]

[ yes, it is ]

[ yes ] I caught on, my fingers already flying over the keyboard.

[ If you're trying to reenact our previous convo... dont even... ]

[

=_____________= ] I was confused at first, unsure as to what the image meant. An unimpressed face?

[ did you leave me or do you not know what it is ]

[ what if im calculating a response ]

[ thats not an option ]

[ its a whale ] Suddenly the image made extreme sense. It lacked a tail, but it was whale-like enough for me.

[ oh ]

[ oooooooooooohhhhhhh ]

[ ooooooooohhhhhhhhh that makes more sense now ]

[ wait ]

[ Waiting. ]

[ why did you send a whale ] I could already imagine Chat's palm landing on his nose in a facepalm.

[ *facepalms* ]

[ *facegrounds*

[ *facechairs* ]

[ *facewalls* ] Chat began to prompt little giggles out of me with each of his little remarks.

[ *facetables* ]

[ *facebeds* ]

[ *facecats* ]

[ *facecerealboxs* ]

[ *facecatcushions* ]

[ *faceponds* ]

[ Yes! You're getting the hang of this! *facephones but decides against it so I can text M'lady* ]

[ *facephones so I don't have to text stupid alley cat* ]

[ *slowly picks shattered remains of heart off the ground* ]

[ *pats chest - "This thing protects me heart"* ]

[ Can I do a thorough inspection ] Did he remember what happened the last time he made such an explicit remark?

[ im sorry i overstepped my bounds again ] I found myself not minding the joke, and Chat's immediate worry radiated out of the little blue-light-making device.

[ I will not answer that question until you ask politely. ] Hopefully that would throw him back into the swing of our easy messaging.

[ ... ]

[ May I PLEASE inspect your heart's cage/box/pillows/squishy protectors? (I hold no prejudice against what protects whose heart) ] He responded, confirming my fears were invalid.

[ You may not touch ]

[ Worth a shot? ]

[ What kinda heart you protecting? ]

[ Not one for you ]

[ Ok, but what material is it made of? ]

[ Like, My heart is glass ]

[ Well, so is mine. ] I found myself touched by the little sentiment Chat provided. Perhaps he was more than a flirty little cat?

[ See how many things we have in common? ] Nope.

[ No ]

[ But I think I can count like one thing ]

[ Thats like a lot ]

[ Trust me, LB ]

[ That I do ] I said. How else could I feel about someone in which I'd confided many, many things?

[ But I at the same time, I don't ]

[ *^* ]

[ Kitty not happy ]

[ CAUSE KITTY IS RIGHT ]

[ "Kitty" is wrong ]

[ This, paired with "kitty"'s sadness, makes Ladybug very happy ]

[ Are you sure about that ] What was he playing at now?

[ ... Yes... ]

[ Was ""kitty"" so wrong during that little kissy? Was Ladybug sad when she kissed ""kitty""? Because if she's happy when ""kitty"" is sad, then she'd be sad when ""kitty"" is happy ]

[ Exactly ]

[ I didn't like it ]

[ But when LB is sad, kitty gets sad... so LB was happy, now wasn't she? ]

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AN

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Art in media by yours truly!

Ok soooo idk if I really like where I'm going with this story...

Or rather, I don't have the patience to finish it.... Especially since these summer camps leave me super tired and I cant stay up late since I have to get up at 7 : 30 AM (which is a pleasant change from the usual 7 AM wake-up on school days)...

So I'm considering taking a hiatus on this story since I have another idea still bubbling up. Anyways, idk. Tell me if I should hiatus/slow update this one while writing another story or just finish up this one. (ONLY VOTE ON THIS IF THE NEXT CHAPTER IS NOT UP YET)

I have a feeling this story will hit the 30-ish chapter mark, and I'm not willing to let it exceed past 40.

Nothing for sure yet, but just a warning.

Lovesssssss,

Dolly <3