"Mommy look!" You yelled as you ran down stairs with your sister's hand clutched tightly in your own. The two of you had recently turned six, and were enjoying sorting through your presents.

"What is it dear?" Your mother asked without looking up from the pastry she was molding.

"Look! We're matching." Marinette beamed as the two of you jumped up and down, trying to get her attention.

"That's nice sweetheart." She still had yet to look up from her work.

You frowned and slumped over, but felt Marinette's hand clutch your shoulder softly. You glanced over at her and she had a reassuring smile tugging across her lips. "Don't frown, you're the prettiest princess in all of Paris." She beamed and your eyes widened.

You giggled softly as the two of you spun around in your new matching princess dresses, never happier.

**

"What's that?" You asked as Marinette returned to your room with a small pink box with a tight lock on the front.

"I'm going to show you something secret." She grinned from ear to ear, but then frowned once more. "It's stuff I wrote after some of my...worse moments. I just feel like you should see it."

Marinette sat on your floor beside you, mimicking your cross legged position. She tugged a key out of her purse you couldn't believe she was wearing at the moment and unlocked the box.

"Are those...diaries?" You asked with a tilt of your head, surprised she kept one.

She nodded and you lifted an inquiring eyebrow. "Why do you have two?" You asked and the entirety of her body stiffened with your question.

"Read this one first." She gulped as she handed you the one on top. Your confused expression only grew when an additional lock revealed itself on the journal that remained in the box.

You took the diary from her outstretched hand and flipped to the first page.

Dear idiotic Marinette,

I am officially the worst human being on this planet.

I believe I have been steadily reaching this point, but today truly solidifies it.

Y/n and I have been apart of the school musical which was incredibly exciting. The two of us had always wanted to do it and we both auditioned for the leading role.

I should've known that would've ended badly.

Y/n has always been outstandingly talented with music. I have always adored it, but I've never been good at it myself.

Let's just say I sing completely off key compared to her.

I was put on costumes, which is a small hobby I've picked up recently. I was really excited to finally do something that was simply for me. Something I didn't have to share with Y/n.

I know that sounds selfish, but growing up as a twin meant we always did the same everything.

It was finally something I was naturally gifted at. Y/n is constantly finding something she is talented at. She can sing, she plays the piano, she is incredibly smart, and reads books faster than I can even believe.

It was finally my turn, to find my spark.

When she came barreling in offering to help, I couldn't help but wonder if she was jealous I found something for myself. Her hand was so steady with the stupid needle I had dropped. My hand had never held so sturdy.

I couldn't help but push her away, I was so, so jealous of her.

She is everything I have ever wanted to be.

When I saw her on that stage during our final show it felt as if my heart had been pierced open. She would always have the spotlight, she was the star that lit up our family.

She always would be.

My jealously is quickly consuming my life and I'm bringing Y/n down with me. Her smile fades a little more each day, and I don't know how to stop myself from feeling this way. I would try and ask my parents to talk it out with me...I love them but they aren't the most present parents. The business always comes first and that's just how things are.

I just hope I can figure things out before it's too late.

You finished the entry and looked up at your sister with sad eyes. She shrugged. "I'm a bitch, I know." She sighed.

You shook your head. "No, well yes. I'm just glad to know you didn't enjoy making me miserable." You grinned and she rolled her eyes.

"You act like I'm sadistic." She scoffed.

You shrugged your shoulders slowly. "I mean..."

"Just read the next one!"

Dear horrendous Mari,

Y/n left today.

I know it's been a while since I've written in this, trust me it's not because I've been improving as a sister or anything.

I hardly spend any time with her, and I didn't feel the need to use up space just to add in some pitiful and petty arguments.

I found out not too long ago that she was In love with Adrien, the boy I am in love with.

When she told me my heart completely shattered, but mostly because I couldn't blame her for not telling me sooner. I didn't fully understand why she told me at all. I have been really nasty to her for a long time so it was safe to assume I was her last option.

Recently she has been trying to help me coordinate moments to tell him how I feel.

Her pity and desire to see me happy was absolutely infuriating, but only because I know I don't deserve it.

I never had, Y/n she's too good for us all.

"You talk about me like I'm some sort of saint." You teased with a wicked expression, knowing how nasty you could be.

"Just keep reading!" Marinette exclaimed, flustered.

Two nights ago was her ninth attempt, it was the night she snapped.

She had set up the most absolute perfect moment. I couldn't imagine a better way to tell him how I felt. Like always at the last second I said nothing but nonsense, and she was furious that the work she had put in had gone to waste.

I don't blame her, I would be pissed too.

She screamed at me and I was so surprised. Y/n never yelled at me. She always had a brash sort of language but I had never heard her speak so loudly.

It truly scared me.

I reacted harshly, I know that.

I'll never forgive myself for it either.

I knew how badly she wanted to travel, when that offer for the exchange program came in she wasn't sure if she should take it. I overheard her talking to my parents and she didn't want to leave with us being in such a bad place.

I knew how badly she wanted to experience the joy of America without a heavy heart, and I ruined that for her.

I thought taking away something from her would make me feel better about myself, but it ruined me.

I was wrong last time, that didn't solidify me being the worst human ever,

pushing her out really takes the cake.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you looked up at her. "I try not to think about that night." You admitted and she nodded understandingly.

"I am so incredibly sorry Y/n, for ruining that dream for you." Her eyes were closed tightly as she shook her head rapidly.

You grabbed her hand and smiled softly. "You did, but I think it turned out better than I could have hoped for. I met my very best friends and discovered so many awesome parts about myself. I never would've taken it if you hadn't said what you did. While it wasn't okay, I'm glad."

Marinette sniffed. "Okay just read one more. I've got one other thing to show you after this."

Dear utterly pathetic Marinette,

Y/n has been back for about two months now.

It's been just about as horrible as I expected it to be.

I've made her hate me instead of trying to better our relationship like I intended too.

She just came back so different, I didn't even know how to start.

She had grown taller and her hair was longer than it was before. She was dressed from head to toe in pure grunge clothing. She stood with more confidence and her mouth was so foul and loud.

She terrified me.

The worst part is the overwhelming sadness that looms around her at all times.

At this point I'm not sure if it was leaving New York that has her so sad, or if being near me is the issue.

The longer she is here, the more sure I am..it's me

You sighed as you leaned your head back against the mattress of your bed. "I can't read anymore." You were sure if this night hadn't been so long that your eyes would be full with tears.

"Just one more thing."

You sat back up and adjusted your seating position so you were facing her. She stood and walked towards your desk, placing her hands on it and taking in a deep breath.

"Can you keep a secret?" She asked gently and your brows immediately furrowed.

"Yuh, I'm like the best there is dawg."

"I'm serious Y/n." Her voice was stiff and you pouted from her dismissal of your playful voice.

"Yeah I can." You whispered and she had yet to move.

"Tikki, spots on."

A bright pink light shined from your sister as the familiar ladybug patterned hero suit covered her.

As she turned to face you your eyes widened, the image in your mind finally becoming clear.

You punched the air with a bright smile radiating across your face. "Hell yeah! I fucking knew it!"

"What??" She was mortified.

You clutched your stomach and laughed hard. "I just had a feeling! It made too much sense." You wiped tears away from your eyes. "Of course I wasn't entirely sure, but the clearer the image of you got in my mind, the more convinced I was."

Marinette crossed her arms and poured. "Well there goes my big surprise."

You grinned. "Don't worry Mari, it's not your fault I'm a genius."

She rolled her eyes. "Spots off." She smiled as her small kwami flew into her hands and ate a piece of the macaroon. You struggled to resist the urge to coo over her like you would with Plagg. You weren't supposed to know anything about kwamis.

After she finished eating her macaroon, Tikki looked up at you. "Hello Y/n, I'm Tikki! It's nice to officially meet you." She flew over to you and you shook her tiny hand.

"It's nice to meet you." You beamed before she flew back into Marinette's purse.

"Wanna go...watch the stars?" Marinette asked softly after a moment of silence.

You looked over at her with wide eyes, almost surprised she remember your many nights together under the stars when you were younger. You nodded slowly, but it turned into eager agreement. You grabbed her hand with a bright smile and led her towards her room to climb up to the balcony.

Once you made it up and pressed yourselves up against the fence, cross legged on the ground like you used too. For a moment it felt like you were six again and nothing had ever changed.

You clung to that feeling, terrified it would stop.

"What are you going to do? About Luka and Adrien?" She asked gently, almost worried you wouldn't want to discuss this with her.

You shrugged as you leaned back and laid against the cold ground. "I'm not sure. What would you do?"

"Well I'm horrible at love stuff." She chuckled.

"I think I'm just going to do what you said earlier, stay single. I'm too young and broken up here and down here for all that nonsense." You spoke as you pointed to your head and then your heart.

Marinette nodded knowingly, and you watched her as she clutched tightly to her knees, gazing longingly at the night sky.

"I don't know what I want anymore." She admitted.

You furrowed your brows but nodded. "What do you mean?"

"Well I love Adrien, I'm sure that won't change." She was cautious when she spoke.

"I feel like I need to tell you—he told me he loved me tonight."

"Well he really has impeccable timing." She snorted but her eyes grew sad again. "But I already knew." She sighed as she buried her face between her knees.

"How?"

"He's drawn to you, I can see it—he can never get enough. Same with Luka." She turned her head towards you and smiled.

You blushed even though you weren't entirely sure why, you were frustrated with both boys. "Whatever." You grumbled.

"Don't start acting like a tsundere." She sighed and you snapped your head towards her.

"Anime term?" You gasped and she laughed.

"I only know it because I've heard some people call you one, so I looked it up." She grinned.

"Those bitches." You growled.

All of a sudden, rain began to lightly trickle. You watched as it picked up the pace and the two of you were steadily getting soaked. You turned and faced her as you both began to laugh.

You cherished these rare nights, where the rain and the stars were together again.