Marinette's P.O.V.

"Don't waste your breath, Adrien. Save it." I turn back and walk to the door and let myself out. How could I have been so stupid? Making friends? Sure... The only friend I'll ever have is Alya, and I bet she only is friends with me for popularity. UGH!! I thought... Adrien was my friend... I go to the nearest restaurant and run to the restroom and let the tears I was holding back trickle down my cheeks silently. I grab a tissue and wipe my face off and then use water and soap to fully get it off. My hands go up to my hair and I pull out my messy pigtails and erase some of my smeared makeup. When I decide that I'm ready, I pull my hair into another two pigtails and leave. Once I make it home, I see a note on my desk.

I won't be coming home tonight-I'm going to be at a meeting. Sorry, Marinette.

Love, Tom

Great! Just great! First, my "friend" smashes cookie/ice cream on my face and now I can't tell anyone about what happened. My phone rings telling me that I have a text. It's probably Adrien. I still go and pick up my phone.

932-474-0955: Hey, I umm saw you in the bathroom today. You okay?

Me: Who are you?

932-474-0955: Someone who wants to help you. Think of me as a friend. You can call me... IRSM. It's a weird name... But it's all I can think of right now.

Me: I know I shouldn't be texting a stranger, but I am desperate to tell someone what had just happened... So IRSM eh?

IRSM: Yeah... So what happened?

Me: Okay... So I was at my partners house to do a project and I thought he was really nice and I dunno... I think-Maybe I was starting to...Have a crush on him... But that's not the point. After that, he just gets a cookie/ice cream and smears it! All over my face! Like-UGH!

IRSM: What a jerk! But you really thought you had a crush on him? Like you like-liked him?

Me: Well... Yeah! And you have no idea how much it hurt when he did that. He even tried to apologize!

IRSM: Shame on him! He even had the guts to do that?

Me: I know, right! Oh! I got to go... Time for dinner! Fun! Bye! Thanks so much! I feel a lot better! <3

IRSM: Haha okay! Bye!

I smile and set my phone down on my bed. Really, thank you, IRSM...

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Adrien's P.O.V.

IRSM: Haha okay! Bye!

I sigh as I set my phone down on my desk. I had followed her all the way to the restaurant and when I had come back, Mom make me mop the mess.

*Flashback*

As I moped the dirty floor, I just thought of how angry Marinette will be tomorrow. She probably can't even look at me. That's it! She can't look at me, but maybe she can look at someone else. I quickly finished moping the floor and ran to my room upstairs. I got the paper she gave me with her number on it and started typing it in on my phone.

Me: Hey, I umm saw you in the bathroom today. You okay?

Marinette: Who are you?

Me: Someone who wants to help you. Think of me as a friend.

I don't send the message yet, and think of a name she can call me in the meantime.

Me: You can call me... IRSM. It's a weird name... But it's all I can think of right now.

*End of Flashback*

So that's how that all happened. And now comes the question of: WHY DO I CARE SO MUCH?! First of all, why did I apologize?! Second of all, why did I chase her all the way to the restaurant?! Third of all, WHY DID I JUST TEXT HER LIKE THAT TO MAKE HER FEEL BETTER?! Do I care for her? And she said she was starting to have a crush on me. Do I like her?! The way I felt...When she wrote that she liked me...What do I think of it? I was... Happy... But I knew that even if I did like her, I just ruined all of my chances with her. Why? Why did I do all of that? And now I'll finally say the answer I've been trying to bury and ignore. I like Marinette Dupain-Cheng. And right now, the only thing I wish for is that Marinette will never find out. Find out what IRSM really means. I'm really sorry, Marinette...

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Marinette's P.O.V.

IRSM Really made me feel better-whoever he or she is. After eating dinner by myself, in the huge hall, as usual, I check my phone again. I was hoping that IRSM left a message. But when I checked my phone, all I saw was a reminder that a have a photoshoot after school tomorrow. Sigh... My eyes wander and eventually settle on my ladybug tattoo on my hand. When will I find out? I need to find out soon. My soulmate is who I think about all day and I can't take this anymore. I finish getting ready for bed and crawl under my silky sheets. When?

*Next Day At School*

Riiinnnggg! Riiinnngg! Riiinnnggg! I rush out of the classroom to lunch to grab a good seat. Eventually, I find one in the shade that doesn't have gum all over it. Wasn't gum not allowed at school? Whatever. As I open my lunch, (sushi) I see Adrien and Lila together. Lila... Her... Well, it all works out. Someone like Lila definitely deserves Adrien. They're both jerk faces and I want nothing to do with any of them. I scoff and take a bite of my salmon.

Alya rushes over and sits next to me. "Nice spot! Hey you wanna go to the mall tomorrow to shop? I heard they were having a huge sale at hot topic! Everything is 50% off! Isn't that great?"

I hate shopping... But I guess I have to go to get my mind off of...things... "Umm okay..." This is going to be a long week...

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Adrien's P.O.V.

"And he wrote a song about me! Isn't that great?! Adrien?" I zone out while Lila, apparently my soulmate, tells me all about how amazing it is that someone so popular wrote a song about her. So here's how this all happened:

"Adrien! I just realized that we're soulmates! Let's check our marks!" A confused look goes on my face as I lift my sleeve up. "I was right! My tattoo is a raindrop and yours is an umbrella! This totally makes sense! We're meant to be together! Let's sit together now!" I stand there, shocked as Lila drags me to a table. Huh? This is so confusing... Lila is my soulmate? The one that I've been looking for my whole life? The one who I will be spending my whole life with? No. Way. José.

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Marinette's P.O.V.

*At The Mall*

"Mari! This would look so awesome on you! You've got to try it on!" It'll be fun she said. We'll have so much fun she said.

Here I am, at the mall, with 10 bags on my arms. "Alya *pant* let's *pant* take a break... Please..."

She turns around and looks at me. "Nuh-uh! We're on a roll! We've been here for 6 hours! We can't stop now! Now try the dress on and then we can go to sephora and then we can leave. I'm being nice. Now hurry before I change my mind! Go!" I groan and put all the bags down on the floor and snatch the dress away from Alya. So far, we've bought shoes, jackets, hats, shirts, and what else? Just so so so much stuff... I can't keep up anymore. Thank goodness we can leave after this and I can go home and take a hot, soapy bath. I finally straighten my dress and look in the mirror. Whoa... I look... Amazing... The red dress with black lace and the trim really... I dunno... Does something to me. I step out of my stall and walk over to Alya and bite my bottom lip. "So? What do you think?"

Her mouth hangs open and I giggle. "Oh. My. Gosh. Mari. You look... AMAZING! WONDERFUL! MIRACULOUS! WE NEED TO GET THAT DRESS!"

"Calm down, do you want anything else? Dad gave me a lot of money to spend today...So..." She shakes her head and literally pushes me to the cash register.

"Ahh... A Tom original! That'll be $79.99" Alya's mouth hangs open once again and I hurriedly pay and we head to sephora, our final stop. Finally... We leave with a bunch of makeup from sephora and head to my place. Alya insists on staying and trying the makeup on me so I had no choice but to let her come into my bathroom and experiment. I'll tell you. Nothing. Nothing! will stop that girl. And I gotta admit, the mall was fun. Even though there were fans following us the whole time, it was fun.

So I sit on the bathroom stool and Alya squeals and starts applying the foundation. "Honey, tell me all of your problems." She says, obviously trying to sound like a nail salon lady.

I laugh and roll my eyes. "What if I don't want to?" I say, trying to sound like a bratty 6 year old.

"Deal with it!" We laugh and now I know, Alya is my friend. For reals. Not just someone who wants to be popular. A real, true, friend.

A/N: Aww! How sweet! I personally want to punch Lila in the face right now. Vote or comment if you feel the same way! And it feels good to actually bring up the soulmate tattoos again. After all, it is a soulmate AU. Well, enjoy the rest of the story! I've been trying to make the chapters at least 1K or more words. It's going well so far. Thank you guys for all the support! -heykatelyn