Hello my wonderful readers!!! I am so sorry that I haven't updated at all. Please forgive me. I'm about to start school next week, so I had a lot running around to do and get ready for the torturous life of a student again. I hope you have all been well. I will try to write as much in my free time, but I won't have very much of it soon. So please expect that there won't be very many updates soon. I'm sorry again. I hope you like this chapter and please write comments or pm me anything about my story. Thank you for reading my story!!!

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(Y/F/N)'s POV

I jolt up and look around frantically before I stare at my alarm clock making its incessant and infuriating beeping. Turning off the alarm, I stretch my arms out and twist my back a bit. I look to my right to see Arathor and Longg sleeping next to each other. Wow Arathor usually never stays in physical form for this long, but I guess because he's been reunited with a friend after thousands of years it's a special occasion. I slip out of the bed as quietly and smoothly as possible as to not disturb them. I head over to my wardrobe and change into some simple workout clothes and a hoodie and take a small morning run as I still had two hours before class started. As I walk out of my apartment building, I place my hood up and look at the bakery across from me. Feeling the warm pastry smell travelling into my nose. "Ahh... That's a smell I could wake up to every morning," I say to myself.

I jog through the streets and listen to music of all genres, learning the notes of each song to prepare for an upcoming concert. As I jog through the streets, I looked at the shops I had passed by yesterday a bit more clearly. When I saw some early morning people, I would smile and wave hi towards them as they did the same back to me. Occasionally, there were a few people who noticed who I was under my hood and asked for an autograph and a picture. Of course, I obliged. I mean I do have to keep up the act of some famous prodigy. As I'm about to loopback to my apartment. I noticed the empty park and head over to jog a few laps around it. I then sit on one of the benches and listen to the melodies of the waking birds. I watch the sun rise a bit more as the sky begins to transform to its usual blue hue. I check the time to see that it's still an hour and fifteen minutes before school starts. I walk to back to my apartment.

I open the door to my apartment, but begin slowly heading towards my bedroom door. Gripping the knob as firmly as I can, I turn it slowly and peer through to see if the two kwamis are awake. To which I see that they are sitting up and chatting.

I open the door as I normally would, "Good morning, Arathor. Good morning, Longg. I hope you two are having a good morning."

They both turn their heads toward me with Longg giving me a closed eye smile and Arathor closing his eyes with his face seeming to lift a bit as if he was smiling, if he had a mouth. "Good morning, (Y/F/N)!!!" they cheered in unison. They then resumed their chat as I went into my closet and into the equipment room. I walk towards the elevator and go down to the training room. Walking up to the control panel, I set up the holograms for training. A katana appearing on my left side and a bow and arrow on my back and about thirty holographic beings stood before me. I give a bow towards them and they bow back.

"Let's begin." The floor began to shift as columns rose up to imitate the height of buildings. The holograms sprinted fast, but not as fast as me. I pulled the bow off my back and release two arrows that hit two holograms in the head. Running towards the column, I can hear five sets of feet racing behind me. I jump and flip into the air, turning toward them while in the air, I nock three arrows and pull back as hard as I can. The arrows force was strong enough to go through the head of the holograms in the front and hit the ones behind them. Seven down, twenty three more to go. I go between two columns and quickly jump between them to get to the top and fire my arrows toward oncoming holograms. Managing to eliminate three more of them, I reach the top and hold the loaded arrow. I close my eyes and listen to any changes of the atmosphere. Ducking down, an arrow whirls pass the top of my head and I quickly turned around and respond with my own arrow, shooting straight through its eye.

As I try to shoot another arrow, four holograms coming from all sides came with their own katanas. Blocking their attacks, my bow soon broke. I pull out my katana as six more holograms pull out their own. I breathe in, not shifting my stance, but still looking at the five holograms in my peripheral. Slowly turning my katana to give me a view of the ones behind me. I see one trying to come from behind. I duck down and push my katana behind me to stab into it. I kick the body off my katana and into the other holograms before it disappears. Several of them are knocked to the ground and I take this as my opening. I rush towards the fallen holograms and with one fell swoop, I got rid of three more. The six follow close behind and I charge toward them. Leaping through the air, I land on top of the shoulders of one of them and plunge my sword down its back before it could do anything. I leap again and roll under their slashes and slice their legs off in process. I grab one of their katanas as it slipped out of their hand and began slicing off the heads of the holograms who fell from their missing limb. Three more are added to the list of the fallen.

Two arrows flew towards me and I deflect them easily. I look to see two holograms on taller columns opposite of each other. They each fire three consecutive arrows and I deflect them again with ease and split the last arrow in half. I toss the two katanas at the two archers. Landing into their chest, they both drop and fall off the columns. I take a deep breath in knowing the nine last holograms were behind me still wielding their katanas. I turn around and before they could move, I charge at them. I kick the knee of the first hologram to which he falls to the ground and I fling him to others to knock down three of them. Four charge toward me and I grip the arm of the incoming katana and I bend its arm to deflect the other attack and kill the other three before taking the sword from the hologram and killing the one I was holding. The one I flung is the first to stand back up and as it charges toward me with its fist, I catch it before it reaches my face and I snap its arm as the joints. I grab its other arm and force it to the ground with my foot on its back. Lifting my foot high into the air, I force my foot down and snap its spine. The last four each get in their own stance in a line and I just stand there waiting for their move. They all charge toward me at once each either sending a punch, an elbow, or a kick. Skillfully maneuvering around their hits and deflecting them, I had to fight all four at the same time. While dodging, I threw out my own kicks and punches. Grabbing a leg before it could kick me, I twist the ankle and place my foot at the joint between the thigh and hip and smash my foot down dislocating its leg. Two fists come flying at me and I catch both of them, I kick their knees to make them drop down. I grab both of their heads and collide them with each other. I toss their bodies onto the first one and grab one of their swords and stab all three of them together. I turn and stare at the last one. I charge first and slide under its legs as it tries to punch me. I punch the back of both knees and grab one of its arms and snap break it with my knee. Finally, I grab its head and twist it, snapping its neck to eliminate the last hologram.

I check the time to see I still have thirty minutes. I go back up to the equipment room and exit into my closet. I take a (F/C) polo shirt, (2nd F/C) dress pants, a belt, and (black, tan, brown, or any color that compliments the color you've chosen) dress shoes. I leave the closet and see the two kwamis laughing. How cute. This'll go with all my happy memories with Uncle Coop, Uncle Aaron, and Uncle Patty. As I head to the bathroom, I heard a small rumble. I turn my head toward the kwamis and hear Longg speak, "My apologies. It seems that I have developed a small hunger." He chuckles and so do Arathor and I.

"That's alright, Longg. In the nightstand next to the bed there should be some snacks and sweets. Arathor, can you show it to him while I go get ready for school?" I ask.

"Of course I can." He turns to Longg, "Follow me, Longg." He goes to the nightstand and opens the drawer to reveal all types of treats. Longg takes a snickerdoodle, while Arathor takes a sugar cookie with white frosting and blue sprinkles.

I smile as they enjoy their treats and enter my bathroom. I strip out of my light workout clothes and turn on the shower. Once finished, I dry my body and dress myself. I then style my hair into a (H/S). I brush my teeth and leave my bathroom to check if I have everything in my laptop bag. I have my notebooks, pens, pencils, eraser, and laptop; everything a student needs. I check the time again and see that I have twenty minutes still. "Longg, Arathor it's time we head out. Longg I'll take you back to Master Fu as soon as I finish school, okay?"

"Yes, that is alright with me."

"I'm sorry I couldn't be your miraculous holder. I'm sure another person will come soon."

"No. Please do not worry about it. I very much understand. It is very dangerous to wield two miraculouses for you could lose one into the hands of someone with a dark purpose."

"Thank you. It's time to start my first day of school." Arathor flies back into my chest and Longg flies back into miraculous box as I place it in my laptop bag. I head out of my apartment and walk across the street to the Dupain-Cheng's bakery, already smelling the amazing baked goods. I push open the door and now see a woman with the same hair color as Marinette. I assume that's her mom.

She begins in French, "Hello. I haven't seen you before. My name is Sabine. What would you like to purchase today?"

I give the same nervous smile I gave to Tom and rub the back of my neck. "Uhh... Sorry, but I don't speak any French," I say in English.

"Oh no. My apologies. I shouldn't have assumed. Well, my name is Sabine and I just said that I haven't seen you here before and asked what you wanted to buy today."

"Hello Sabine. It's very nice to meet you. My name is (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N) and yes, I am new. I just arrived in Paris yesterday. Are you Marinette's mother by chance?"

"Yes, I am." She giggles. "Your name is awfully familiar, but I can't seem to remember where I've heard of it. Also are you also going to Collège Françoise Dupont?"

"Umm... I'm not sure how far out of my home country I am known, but most people know me for playing the violin and yes I am attending that school. I was hoping to purchase a few croissants and head to school with Marinette."

"Ahhh... Yes, I do remember you. I've seen you on the news and Marinette has talked about you a few times. You must be the one she was screaming about yesterday." She chuckles. "Let me get you those croissants and get Marinette down for you. Wouldn't want you get late for your first day of school." She smiles as she places three croissants in a paper bag and hands it to me. I hand her the money. "Oh please. No I can't accept this. Any friend of Marinette's is a friend of ours."

"Oh please I insist. Take as a thank you for Marinette becoming my first friend in Paris."

"Oh alright," she says as she takes the money. She then gives me a stern look and points her finger at me, "But next time, you are not paying. Alright?"

I place my hands up and turn a bit red from embarrassment. "Okay. I won't." I chuckled nervously. Please don't kill me.

She smiles again, "Good. Let me go get Marinette real quick." She heads up the stairs.

Marinette's POV

"So Marinette, are you finally going to tell him?" Alya asks me.

"You know me, Alya. Everytime I get close to him, I can't even make a full sentence. I just stand there, staring into his mesmerizing green eyes and stutter with a red face."

"Hey, Marinette." Before I knew it, the love of my life was right there behind me. He was wearing his normal black shirt with the five stripes of yellow, a dark yellow or olive green, a bright green, a dark green, and periwinkle with the white button down shirt over the black and the sleeves rolled up above his elbows, blue jeans, and orange sneakers. His hair is brushed back, but slightly messy like always, his beautiful peach lips, and his eyes that made you get lost in a forest dreaminess.

I was pushed toward him a bit by Alya. "H-H-Hi... A-A-A-Adrien." My face instantly heating up with a bright red tint rising all across my face.

"I couldn't help, but overhear that you had something to tell me?"

"Umm... Yeah, but you're no big deal. No, wait! You are a big deal, but not because you're a celebrity! It's just..." I closed my eyes and breathed in, "I'm in love with you, Adrien Agreste! I fell in love with you ever since you let me use your umbrella on the first day of school!" I rapidly exclaim, almost as if it were one word. My eyes were kept closed and I began to shake from the embarrassment and nervousness of rejection, tears beginning to leak out of my shut eyes.

I feel a hand on my shoulder and then two arms wrapped around me. My eyes open wide as I realize my head is resting onto Adrien's chest and I can hear his rapid heartbeat. "Oh Marinette! How I've waited to hear you say that! I'm glad that the girl of my dreams loves me too. I'm sorry for not saying it to you. I was too shy and afraid that you would reject my confession and want to stop being my friend. I couldn't bear to live my life without you in it." I pull my head away slightly to look up into those emerald eyes. "Now that we know we both love each other, we can get into a relationship and grow old together where we will start a family and have a house with a hamster," he quickly says.

"That's has always been my dream too."

"Marinette..." He trails off, his head slowly inching toward me.

"Marinette... Marinette..." A voice says in the distance.

"Yes, Adrien..." I trail off, closing my eyes and begin to push myself off the ground with my toes to close the gap.

"Marinette..." Our lips almost begin to connect. "Marinette!!!" My eyes open wide, a small squeal leaving my mouth, and I immediately sit up. I look around to see I'm in my room. So close. I was about to kiss him and hopefully feel those gorgeous lips on my own. "Marinette, are you awake?!" my mom calls from downstairs.

"Yes, I am," I respond. "I am now," I mutter.

"Okay, are you ready for school? Your friend is here waiting for you."

My friend? Who would be waiting for me here. Usually Alya is waiting for me at school. "Who's waiting for me, mom?" I question.

"Your friend, (Y/F/N). He's here waiting for you in the bakery." Oh my goodness! He's here! Waiting for me! Gahhh! I need to get ready! I can't have him waiting too long! I speedily change out of my pajamas and into my normal attire.

"Marinette, calm down. I'm sure your friend will be okay waiting a few minutes." Tikki says, trying to calm me down.

"Tikki, you don't understand. (Y/F/N) is a celebrity. Kind of like..." In a dreamy voice, "Adrien." My face slightly turns pink with the thought of him. Snapping back to reality, "But (Y/F/N) is more famous. He's known practically everywhere. I can't have a celebrity waiting for me!" I brush my teeth and make sure I look fine and Tikki just facepalms before flying into my small purse. I sprint all the way down and reach the bakery out of breath again. I look up to see (Y/F/N) looking at me with wide eyes. "Sorry... To... Keep you... Waiting..." I huff out.

"Marinette, it's fine. You didn't have to rush at all. It hasn't even been like five minutes since I heard your mom call your name," he assures me. I can already hear Tikki telling me 'I told you so'. I see him walking toward me and place a hand on my shoulder and lean down to me. "Are you alright, Marinette?" Oh my goodness! A boy has never been this close to me, except for the occasional interaction with Chat Noir. However, it's never happened when I'm me and let alone a celebrity!

"Ahhh... Yes I'm alright! Let's just go to school! Bye mom!" I say rapidly and grab (Y/F/N)'s hand and run for the door.

(Y/F/N)'s POV

Before I could say bye to Sabine, I am dragged out the door and toward Collège Françoise Dupont. We were standing and waiting for the crosslight to change. "Umm... Marinette you okay there? You know I wasn't able to say goodbye to your mother. Also you're still holding onto my hand." I chuckle.

Marinette turns head toward me first and then looks down at our intertwined hands, her face becoming red as a tomato. "Ahhh!!! I'm so sorry, (Y/F/N)!!! I didn't mean to continue holding your hand and we can go back to say bye to my mom, if you want!!!" She squeals, releasing my hand and bowing up and down.

I put a hand to my mouth to try and hold in my laugh. "Marinette, it's alright. Let's just get to school. The earlier we get there, the more time you can show me around to my classes." I smile at her.

"S-Sure." She smiles, still red-faced, but it is going down.

Once the light changes to allow us to walk to the school, we chatted a bit about our interests, especially how we both love to play video games. As we neared the school, a silver car pulls up to the curb and girls begin to pile around the car as a boy of golden hair steps out and screams erupt from the crowd. I look to Marinette as she is holding the straps of her backpack tightly, biting the bottom of her lip, and jumping up and down. She begins to lightly perspire and her face is reddening again. "Umm... Marinette, your face is reddening again."

She turns to me quickly, "Gahh! Is it?! I didn't even notice! Maybe the weather is getting warmer?! Hahahah!" She quickly says, hands on her hips, huffing out her chest each time she laughed, and her face forward, but her eyes still toward me.

I laugh at her response, "I can tell that you're all nervous and anxious because of whoever is in that car."

Her upper body flops down and hangs there with her hands hovering over her feet. "Is it that obvious?"

"Yeah, it pretty much is. If anyone can't tell you love whoever is over there, then they are completely oblivious. By the way, who is that in the silver car?" I question.

Marinette immediately perks back up, her hands on my left shoulder to pull me down a bit closer to her. "That's Adrien Agreste. He's the model son of Paris' well-known designer, Gabriel Agreste. He models all his father's designs. He's gorgeous, dreamy, amazing, kind, gorgeous... I think I already said gorgeous. Anyways, he's an all around one of a kind boy. You can see him all across Paris because of his billboards and advertisements." She points to a few of the billboards where Adrien is modelling a perfume.

"I see. Well it looks like he is most certainly popular with the ladies. I'm just glad they are swarming him and not me." We both laugh. However, we laughed a bit too loud which a girl from the crowd notices me with Marinette.

"Oh my goodness!!! It's (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!!" she screams in French. More girls begin to turn their heads toward us and scream with the first girl.

"Oh no! Marinette, we need to go!!!" This time I grab her wrist and sprint off to the entrance of the school. As we enter with the girls screaming behind us and about to follow us, "Marinette where's the principal's office?!" I frantically look around.

"It's that door, up those stairs!" she exclaims, pointing at a door right at the top of the stairs.

"Alright! Mari, hang on tight!"

Marinette's POV

'Hang on tight'? What does he mean by that? Gahh!!! Before I know it, (Y/F/N) lifted me up bridal style and started sprinting toward the stairs. I gripped onto his shirt tightly and look behind him to see the girls being left in the dust. I close my eyes, still holding him tightly, and hearing his soft heartbeat. I hear another voice call out to us in French, "Marinette and- Who are you? What're you doing in my office?!" I open my eyes to see that it was Mr. Damocles sitting behind his desk. I look around the office before looking into (Y/F/N)'s (E/C) eyes. Then realizing I'm still being carried in his arms. He gently releases me to let me stand on my own. A few seconds later, I hear the screams of girls coming our way with (Y/F/N) holding the doorknob. Then a flurry of thuds and knocks were at the door.

"Sorry, sir. My name is (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). I'm a new student attending your school," he says in English with a nervous smile. I turn to look at Mr. Damocles and his eyes widen at the name.

"Forgive me for not noticing you sooner, Mr. (Y/L/N)," Mr. Damocles exclaims back in English with a few beads of sweat coming down.

"That's alright, sir." (Y/F/N) smiles. "However, is there anyway you can get the girls to go away for a bit?"

"Why, of course I can." Mr. Damocles steps away from his desk and approaches us. He takes the doorknob in his hand after (Y/F/N) releases it. He swings the door open and with a stern look, he states in French, "Girls, please refrain from disturbing me and my business. If this continues, then I will write up reports to send to your parents." All the girls shriek and disperse throughout the school. He shuts the door close calmly. Speaking in English again, "There we are. Sorry, Mr. (Y/L/N). This is probably not the welcome you had intended. Please, come sit." Mr. Damocles goes and sits back behind his desk.

(Y/F/N) walks over to an empty seat. "It's alright, sir. Although, I hoped it wouldn't happen, I already kind of predicted it might occur and please, call me, (Y/F/N), Mr..." he says, trying to remember Mr. Damocles' name.

"It's Mr. Damocles and welcome to Collège Françoise Dupont. We are very honored to have you join us. Here is your schedule," he says, handing (Y/F/N) a sheet with all his classes on it. "And..." he places his index finger and his thumb on his chin before he turns toward me, "Marinette can help guide you to your classes." My eyes go wide at his statement.

(Y/F/N) turns his head towards, "That sounds wonderful!" My face heating up with a pink tint as I give a shy smile. We both leave the office and he hands me his schedule to look at. "Wow!!! We almost have the exact same schedule!!! We have science, math, home room, and English together!" The same classes I have with... Adrien. Ahhh... I can already see his charming smile and his melodious laugh. I was snapped out of my daze as I see (Y/F/N) calling my name and waving his hand in front of me, "W-What?" I look around quickly.

(Y/F/N) chuckles with his hand over his mouth, "You know that you started drooling, right?" I touch my chin feeling the saliva that pooled over my lips. What is wrong with me? I place my face into my hands.

"How embarrassing?!?! In front of a celebrity too!"

"Don't worry, Marinette. This'll stay between us."

"Hey Marinette!" We both turn our heads to my reddish-brown ombré haired best friend, Alya.

"Hey Alya!" I rush to her and we both jump into a hug.

Alya looks behind me, a gasp leaving her lips. "Is that (Y/F-"

I stuck my hand over her mouth. "Shhh!!! He got a lot of attention earlier and we don't want anymore right now and yes it is him."

I release my hand from her mouth. She furrows her brow, thinking for a bit before a smirk creeps across her lips. "So what were you doing with him? Are you two secretly dating?"

"Gahh!!! Alya, shut up!!! I can barely talk to Adrien and he isn't even as popular as (Y/F/N). So how can I even start dating such a well-known person?!"

She laughs, "Marinette, making you flustered is a breeze. You know I'm always kidding."

"Ughh... Whatever. Let's get to class. Oh and by the way, (Y/F/N) has Ms. Bustier." We both squeal loud enough that it can only be heard by me and Alya.

(Y/F/N)'s POV

Although they were squealing quietly, I could still hear it after training blindfolded for so many years. The bell rings, so we three head toward the classroom or more like the two girls went to the classroom and I followed behind them. As we neared the class, I could hear the chatter of an almost full class. I feel my hands clamming up. Why am I feeling this way? They are just people who are my age. I've done hundreds of stealth missions involving infiltration all the time. I've saved thousands of lives and taken quite a few as well. As both Marinette and the girl named Alya enter the classroom, I wait a bit before entering myself. Then there was the reaction I expected, except it was only the girls that screamed. Everyone was screaming, gasping, and some even fainted. Damn it, I hope they're okay. A woman with reddish-orange hair and teal eyes stands up and speaking in French, "Class. Class, please be quiet. I know how excited you are about the new student, but we shouldn't scare him away." The class begins to quiet down and the students who fainted regained consciousness. Thank goodness they did. "Another thing class, since Mr. (Y/L/N) does not know how to speak French, we will be speaking in English for the remaining of the year." Now in English, "Hello, Mr. (Y/L/N). I must apologize for my class's reaction to your arrival. I surely hope you will forgive me and them."

"It's alright, Ms..."

"It's Ms. Bustier," she smiles.

"Thank you, Ms. Bustier, and please call me, (Y/F/N)."

"Okay, (Y/F/N). Can you please introduce and tell us a little about yourself to the class, not that you really have to," she chuckles.

"Of course." I turn to the class. "Hello, everyone. My name is (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)." Everyone began to squeal again and Ms. Bustier had to shush them. I giggle a bit, "I play the violin, love playing video games, and just turned fourteen yesterday. I hope we will all get along and be friends." I give a closed-eye smile and I can hear the girls gushing over my expression.

"Does anyone have any questions for (Y/F/N)?" Immediately after Ms. Bustier said that, every hand pops up. Most of the questions were if they could have an autograph or picture and of course I said yes. Then some questions were actually true questions like "what is it like to be a well-known violin player", "what are tours like", and "what're your fans like". However, Alya had to really push it and ask me if I had a crush on anyone.

"Umm... currently I don't since I just got here and don't know anyone other than Marinette." I smile shyly and rub the back of my neck.

A blonde girl sitting in the front asks me her question in French, "Will you go out on a date with me?"

Having to keep my cover, I put on a confused expression, "Umm... Yes?" Everyone gasps and both Marinette and Alya yell at the blonde girl in English.

"Chloé! You can't do that! How rude of you to ask that in a language he doesn't even know!" The blonde girl named Chloé just scoffs.

She then speaks in English, "You heard it from himself everyone. He agreed." She smiles.

"Uhh... What did I agree to?"

"To date me. Duhh."

"Umm... I'm sorry if I had known that was the question, I wouldn't have accepted it. I'm sorry, but I must retract my agreeance to your question." The class goes quiet. Chloé tears up a bit and it hurt me even though she tried to make me say yes. "However, I'd still like to be friends." A small smile crossed her face as she nods to my statement.

Ms. Bustier begins to speak again, "Thank you very much, (Y/F/N), for the amazing introduction. You may go ahead and sit with Nathaniel in the back." Nathaniel stands up to show where I would be sitting. I nod before walking up the steps and sitting next to him.

I smile at him as I sat down and hold out my hand. "It's very nice to meet you, Nathaniel."

"It's very nice to meet you too." He blushes a bit and I giggle. He takes notice, "Sorry. It's just that you're the first international celebrity I've ever met and I can't believe I'm shaking hands with someone of your status."

"Aww thanks, but please don't look at me any different than a normal student."

"Alright," he says giving a nervous smile.

The class went by pretty quickly because my introduction took quite a bit of time. Ms. Bustier taught us a few English poetry and told us our homework assignment right before the bell rang. Before Nathaniel could leave, I got his phone number to which his face started turning red again. I chuckle before we both head out the door and split to go to our next class.

Adrien's POV

I was surprised to hear that (Y/F/N)'s birthday was yesterday just like mine. He even turned fourteen like me. When I saw his (E/C) eyes, they were quite amazing just like that mysterious person from the fight yesterday. I tried to pack up as fast as possible to hopefully catch him before he leaves, but when I turned around, he was already gone. I get up and beam for the door and see him in the distance walking to the same math class that I have. As I walked in, I see him standing by the teacher's desk awaiting for everyone to file in before making introductions again.

Ms. Mendeleiev introduced him to the class and explained the same information as Ms. Bustier. I hear my name being called out and I stand up. "You will be sitting next to Mr. Agreste over there," she says, pointing towards me. He gives a nod and smiles toward me as he takes a seat next to me.

"Hi, I'm Adrien Agreste," I say, sticking out my hand.

"It's nice to meet you, Adrien. My name is (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). I do recognize you from our last class and this morning after your fans came charging towards me."

"Sorry about that, but thanks for getting them off my back." We both laugh and turn our attention to Ms. Mendeleiev who was teaching us algebra. Time flew by and soon we were packing our stuff. "Hey (Y/F/N), would you like to join me for lunch later?"

"Yeah. I'd love to." Smiling back towards me.

"What class do you have next?"

"I have my music class next."

My eyes widen, "Really?! I have music next as well! Wanna walk there together?"

"Of course."

Time skip to lunch

As we leave the class, we chat about our life as celebrities and our crazy fan experiences. Walking down the stairs to the courtyard I hear , "Hey Adrien, could I get your phone number?"

"Yeah." He hands me his phone and I snap a quick picture of myself and type in my number. I hand back his phone. "Hey (Y/F/N), I have a photoshoot later today and it gets really boring because typically it's just me and the photographer and I was wondering if you'd like to come with me after school?"

His eyes widen before they light up with happiness. "Yeah. I'd be honored to join you." We both smile and hear someone yell my name.

"Adrien! Yo dude!" I look to see that it was my best friend Nino.

"Hey Nino." I wave back. I turn to (Y/F/N), "He's my best friend." (Y/F/N) makes an 'Oh' face as acknowledgment.

He looks next to me and gasps, "Oh my goodness!!! Y-Y-You're (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)!!! Hi, I'm Nino! I'm not sure if you noticed me, but we both have the same class with Ms. Bustier!" he exclaims while ferociously shaking (Y/F/N)'s hand.

"Yeah I have noticed you. You sit with Adrien in the front. It's very nice to meet you," he says, smiling toward Nino.

"Umm... I know you get this all the time, but could I get your autograph and a picture?"

"Sure, only if you give me your number." (Y/F/N) chuckles.

Nino blushes, "You want my number?!"

"Yeah. Any friend of Adrien's is a friend of mine and I love to keep in contact with my friends."

"Woah. I'm like honored, dude. Yeah, I'd love to be your friend!" (Y/F/N) hands Nino his phone to put in his number. After Nino takes a picture of himself and puts his number down, he then hands it back and goes next to (Y/F/N) to take a selfie. Finally, he hands him the headphones around his neck to sign. "Thanks, dude. Are you joining us for lunch?"

"Yeah, if that's alright?" Smiling shyly, waiting for Nino's response.

"Is it alright?" he scoffs. "It would be super cool if you join us. I bet the girls would gush over you." We all laugh.

"Hey Adrien, Nino!" We turn to see Alya and Marinette.

"Speaking of which, here they are now! Hey Alya, Marinette!" Nino shouts back, waving toward them as we start heading their way. Both of the girls are squealing. Me and (Y/F/N) just chuckle at their reaction.

"I can't believe you're going to be eating with us, (Y/F/N)!" Alya squeals, holding both of (Y/F/N)'s hands and jumping up and down.

"Thanks. I'm just glad that I've made a few really good friends already." (Y/F/N) gives a closed-eye smile.

"Ahhh!!! You're even cuter in person! I think I'm gonna faint," she says, falling into Marinette's arms.

"Sorry about that, (Y/F/N). Alya is just a bit excited that you're here and that you called her your friend," Marinette gives a nervous smile, trying to hold Alya up.

(Y/F/N) chuckles and waves his hands in front of him. "It's alright. It's quite amusing to watch. Oh Marinette before I forget again, I need to get your number and Alya's as well."

Alya perks back up and Marinette's face is flushed red as they take turns putting in their number and taking a picture of themselves for their contact photo. All five of us go to a bench and eat our lunch, but I just couldn't wait to finally have a friend with me at the photoshoot.

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Hello again! Sorry for another long chapter, but I thought it was a bit fair for it to be long this time since I made you all wait so long. Please tell me your thoughts about the chapter. I hope you have a good morning, afternoon, evening, and night.

~BP