"He's no coach, and he's no son of mine." Gabriel Agreste said to a crowd of reporters on the TV, "He can't even follow orders, now will he be able to give them? He'll coming back to my rink in a few days, I'm sure."

Alya turned off the TV when she saw my face, she had come running over when I told her that Adrien was here.

Adrien was currently sleeping on the couch, he said he was very tired after eating all of those warm cookies.

"Don't worry, Marinette. He loved your piece in your Ladybug costume. There's no reason he wouldn't love coaching you as Marinette." Alya said.

"But everyone is so mad that I took him from his skating career. What if people hate me?"

"They'll learn to love your skating as much as we do."

Suddenly Plagg the cat jumped onto the couch and rubbed against Adrien's face. Adrien laughed and rubbed his eyes, then sat up.

"OH MY GOD HE'S AWAKE-" I managed to get out before Alya clamped a hand over my mouth.

Adrien yawned, then turned and looked at Alya and me, "Who's this Marinette?"

I pushed Alya's hand off of my  mouth, "Th- This is my best friend, Alya. She works at the ice skating rink I skate at...."

"Ah! The girl who uploaded your video."

"Actually," Alya replied, "The girl I babysit was the one who recorded it to my channel."

"I guess I should thank her then." He said with a laugh.

I bust into nervous laughter. Alya gave me a look and I stopped.

"Do you mind if mind if Marinette and I go sightseeing for a while, Alya? We'll be back to see your skating rink in a little."

"Go ahead you two." Alya said with a smirk, "I'll see you later."

"Do you mind Marinette? I want to go see your favorite places."

"YES. I MEAN NO. I MEAN YES. NO. NO I DON'T MIND, L-lets go...." I stuttered.

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"The Eiffel Tower!" I said, presenting the sight with a big motion of my arms, "One of the most romantic- I MEAN- One of my favorite spots in Paris."

Adrien seemed impressed, "It is amazing! My father rarely let me go sight seeing. Could you take a picture of me in front of it for my Instagram?"

He handed me his phone and then posed like a model in front of the tower with a smile. As soon as I took the picture he ran back and put a bunch of tags on the photo then posted it.

"Let's go to the ice rink now!" He said with a smile.

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Chloé Bourgeois got out of the cab and paid the driver. She slammed the car door and looked around, peering at the world behind her white sunglasses.

She looked down at her phone.This was the place Adrien tagged his pictures. He tagged a bunch of new photos with that... That peasant... Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Suddenly her phone changed to show she was recieving a call. She pressed the button to answer and was instantly greeted by screaming from her father.

"CHLOÉ DARLING WHERE ARE YOU IT'S TUME FOR PRACTICE! MR. AGRESTE IS HERE TO COACH YOU."

"Daddy I'm going to bring Adrien back."

"W-WHAT?!"

"I'll text you later daddy, jeez." She replied, then hung up.

She walked up the stairs, heading into the dirty ice rink that she was told he was skating at.

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I ran up the stairs as fast as I could and fell to my knees at the door. Adrien had told me to run up, down, and back up the stairs to the icerink before I could skate.

I shalily got to my feet and walked inside to meet a bunch of paparazzi holding cameras and trying to get past Alya and Manon.

"MARINETTE!" Alya shouted, "GET IN THERE ALREADY!"

I pushed my way through the crowd but just as I made it past Alya, someone kicked me behind the knees and I came tumbling to the floor.

I looked up and saw...

"Chloé Bourgeois?"

"Good. You remember me." Chloé said with a hair flip, "We can get down to buisiness."

"Business?" I asked, looking at Alya. Alya just looked at me with a shrug.

Chloé snapped her fingers in front of my eyes, "Don't look at her, look at me! Now get up, stupid."

"I'm not stupid." I replied as I stood up.

"Yet, you respond to the name." Chloé said as she pushed me back towards the ice rink. We stood between the changing rooms and the entrance to the ice.

"Okay, Moron." Chloé said, "Your time with Adrien is up. He's coming back to his father's rink to finish his training with me, and there's nothing you can do about it."

"I didn't ask him to come here! It's an honor of course, but he's the one who promised to coach me." I fired back.

"Yeah sure. He promised me something too."

She walked doen the hall and pushed her way through the double doors and stood at the edge of the rink. I followed and stood next to her. We didn't look at each other, only watched and Adrien moved like an angel across the ice.

"What did he promise you, Chloé?" I asked.

"His father promised my father that he wohld choreograph a piece for me, and when we were older we would go into couples skating together."

"So he didn't promise you anything." I replied as I watched him.

She gasped and turned to me, "THAT'S NOT TRUE! HE OWES ME THIS!" She then turned to Adrien, "ADRIEN GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!"

Adrien skidded to a stop on the ice and whipped his head around, "Oh hi Chloé! Didn't expect to see you here. I thought your one on one with my dad was today. What are you here for?"

Chloé just responded with a growl.

"Uh oh." Adrien said, "I'm guessing you were promised I would do something and now I'm not doing it?"

She growled and nodded.

"I see." Adrien said, skating over to the gate of the rink, "What were you promised?"

"You're supposed to go into couples skating with me! How could you forget?!?"

"Oh yeah that." Adrien said, but he was looking at me.

"We're going back to your father's rink and your going to teach me a program!"

"You see Chloé," Adrien said, turning to her, "I already agreed to be Marinette's coach. So... The only way to get me to go back with you... Is to hold a competition!"

"A COMPETITION?!" Chloé and I shrieked at the same time.

"That's right." Adrien said calmly, "I've been wondering what piece of music to use for Mari, so now you can each have one, and compete to see who can suprise the audience more!"

Suddenly Manon popped out from behind Adrien, "I'LL START ADVERTISING RIGHT AWAY!" She shouted. Adrien bent down and gave her a high five before she ran out of the rink.

"Put on your skates!" Adrien said with passion, "Let's get started!"

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"I have two pieces of music," Adrien explained to us, "Both by the same artists, the Kwamis. Here is the first piece."

He pressed the play button on his phone.

The music was very harsh and agressive at first, then soft and flowy, extremely sweet.

"Both pieces are about super heroines. What kind of hero do you see in this music?"

"It seems like someone who has to change their view and attitude for the greater good of the world...." I said, closing my eyes and listening to the music.

"Bogus." Chloé replied, "Play the next one."

Adrien shrugged and pressed skip.

The next music was sweet at first, then strong and powerful, as if someone went through a metamorphosis, a transformation.

"I haven't named these pieces yet, officially," Adrien said, looking at me, "But I like to call them 'Queen Bee' and 'Ladybug', respectfully."

"Well I wanna be Ladybug!" Chloé shouted, "I'm just like that music!"

"Which is exactly why I am giving you Queen Bee."

"WHAT?!" Chloé and I shouted in unison.

"You know I like to suprise the audience. You have to take on any identity. And now you have to learn to take on these super hero identities."

Chloé growled, "FINE! BUT WHEN I WIN WE'RE GOING BACK TO YOUR FATHER'S RINK AND YOU WILL BE MY COACH! AND MY PARTNER!"

Adrien nodded and smiled, "Fine." He turned to me, "And what do you want Marinette?"

I thought for a moment...

"I... I want you to choreograph a partner's piece for the two of us... Just to do for fun...."

"Okay." He said with a big smile, as if he knew something we didn't. He turned to face both of us, "We'll start soon. Be ready to work!"

Okay. I was going to be Ladybug. I am Ladybug.

And I am going to win.