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   "Girl, what are you doing?"

   Marinette squeaked in surprise and jumped almost two feet off the ground. She twisted around to meet with the amused caramel eyes of her best friend. The bluenette shushed her friend before quickly glancing around the pillar to make sure Luka and his friends didn't hear.

   "This crush of yours has gotten to a new level of weird. Do you know what this is called?" Alya asked, gesturing to the situation. Marinette looked back at Alya, answering, "No."

   "It's called being a stalker," the blogger corrected.

   "I'm not stalking him!" Marinette argued, crossing her arms.

   "Really?" Alya questioned, placing her hands on her hips, "Then what do you call a person hiding behind a wall, staring at a certain someone and gathering information while watching their every move."

Marinette opened her mouth to argue back but no words would form. Alya raised an unimpressed eyebrow at her best friend, who was still trying to scramble her brain for an answer other than a stalker. The warning bell rang.

Marinette quickly made up an excuse.

"Oh, would you look at that, the warning bell rang. I gotta go get some things from my locker before class starts so, I'll meet you in class," Marinette said, smiling sheepishly while slowly walking backward. Marinette turned and scurried off to the locker room, shouting, "You're the greatest best friend ever! Bye!"

Alya shook her head and rolled her eyes. None of her unimpressed gestures stopped the amused smile on her face from forming. The redhead turned around and walked off towards her classroom.

Marinette rushed into the locker room with a giant smile, remembering Luka's conversation with his friends before Alya came along.

   "Yeah, I've been going through some tough times lately and so has my good friend. But, we'll figure it all out," Luka said. Marinette happened to overhear this and hid behind the nearest pillar to eavesdrop on the conversation.

   "Who's your good friend, anyway, and how long have you been talking with them? You're always talking about them but never giving much detail," Max asked, cleaning his glasses. The other guys looked to the musician for some answers as well.

"All's I can tell you is that my good friend is a she, and I've been messaging her for over a year now," Luka said, placing his hands in his pockets. Max nodded, satisfied with the answer and so were the other guys.

   Kim groaned in annoyance and looked up from digging inside his lunchbox.

   "Did any of you guys pack today?" He asked, only to revive shaking heads or getting some "no's." However, Luka confirmed that he did pack a lunch.

   "You want to trade whatever you have for some cherries?" The athletic male asked. Luka opened his sack lunch and began to list off what he had, "I've got a ham sandwich, chips, a banana, and a pop tart."

   "I'll take the banana,"  Kim said. The teal-haired male took the banana out and traded it for the cherries. Kim examined the sorta brownish banana before hesitantly, asking, "When did you get this?"

   Alya appeared and scared Marinette out of her skin, but she still caught some of what Luka answered.

   "I got it Friday..."

   Luka has been going through some tough times lately. Chat Noir has been going through some tough times lately.

   Luka has been messaging a mysterious girl for over a year. Chat Noir has been messaging a mysterious girl for over a year.

   Luka had a banana that he got on Friday. She gave Chat Noir a banana on Friday.

Everything was unraveling. Everything seemed more clear and translucent. Marinette was a hundred percent positive that her sweet crush was none other than her playful pen pal. Luka is Chat Noir. All the signs and solid coincidences were there. Every piece fits perfectly into place.

Marinette's heart swelled with joy and smiled so big, her cheeks hurt. She felt like jumping and squealing with happiness. She couldn't wait until Friday to reply to another letter to the love of her life! Nothing could bring her down from cloud nine!

Then the bell rang. Marinette practically sprinted out of the locker room and rushed to her class with Alya. The bluenette burst into the room as Miss Bustier was asking if Marinette was absent.

The teacher sighed with a small smile, "Never mind, she was just late...again." Marinette nervously laughed a little before stumbling over to her seat. Alya lightly punched her best friend for the close call as Miss Bustier continued with attendance.

   Once Miss Bustier started class, Marinette was already daydreaming about herself and Luka at the dance.

   The way he would smile down at her softly and eyes glimmer like a thousand stars. The way he would spin her and lead the dance. The way he would hold her tightly so she wouldn't fall because of her clumsiness. The way he would whisper sweet things into her ear and make her giggle and blush.

   The way they would block out everyone until it was just the two of them in their own world. Then, they would stop and slowly lean in and press our foreheads together. They would flutter their eyes shut before slowly closing the gap between their lips and finally-

   "Marinette!"

"The answer is kiss! No, 27!" Marinette squeaked, frantically and tried to act like she was paying attention. The redhead stopped shaking her best friend once realizing Marinette snapped out of her thoughts and raised an amused eyebrow.

   "Why were you shaking me?" Marinette asked then noticed the classroom was almost empty (the few that were still in the room giggled much to her embarrassment), "Where did everyone go?"

   "You weren't responding and class is over," Alya answered both questions, standing up from her seat and walking towards the door. Marinette quickly followed until walking beside Alya.

The bluenette couldn't believe she was out for a whole class. To her, it felt like merely a couple of minutes. Yet, it took the whole entire class period off in her mind.

   "Did we have any homework?" Marinette asked. Before Alya could reply, Marinette accidentally bumped arms with someone walking by. The two girls stopped and looked back to meet Luka's gaze. Marinette blushed and frantically stumbled over her words to apologize to her crush.

   Luka smiles fondly at the designer. Alya grinned and wrapped her arm around her best friend's shoulders, bringing her into a side hug. She devised a plan to hook up her best friend with her crush.

   "Hey, Luka. Mari here says she needs help with her homework, but unfortunately, I am unable too. Do you mind helping her with the assignment possibly tomorrow evening after school?" Alya asked. Right then and there, Marinette knew that she would have to thank Alya later for what she did.

   "Sure," Luka said, shrugging his shoulders, "I'll see you tomorrow at the top of the stairs. Will we do the assignment at your place?" Without saying a word, the bluenette fiercely nodded with a giant, nervous smile.

   "Cool, see you tomorrow then," the musician said, waving goodbye and left the school. Marinette nearly fainted if it weren't for Alya still giving her a side hug. The blogger's gaze turned to her friend, who was left in a daze.

   Alya shook her head before saying, "You are really going to need to control yourself, especially when you're going to be working on homework alone with him in your room tomorrow."

   "Yeah," Marinette sighed, dreamily. Then, what Alya said hit her like a ton of bricks and bluebell eyes widen.

   "Oh no! He's going to my house tomorrow, and I'm going to be all alone with him! I don't think my poor heart and melting brain could handle such a tragedy! What if I mess up? What if he discovers my diary and reads all the embarrassing things I wrote about him in there? What if he sees my pictures of him and a cardboard cutout of his head? Oh gosh! I need to hide them, or I might as well say goodbye to poor Hugo, Emma, and Louis, our hamster, and-"

   Marinette's rambling was cut off by Alya's hand over her friend's mouth. Bluebell met hazel for a few moments.

   "Girl, you got to take some deep breaths and chill. Freaking out like this and admitting you have a weird stalker habit is not going to solve anything," Alya explained, taking her hand off of Marinette's mouth.

   "T-Then, what should I do?" The baker's daughter asked, worriedly. Alya grinned, making her friend a little scared.

   "First on the list," Alya began, "clean your room."

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