Hopefully I can live up to the title. So, Spoiler Alert:

I don’t have the imagination to come up with more villains, so we will be focusing on Sam’s life more so than Cochon’s, Ladybug’s, and Chat Noir’s. Sorry, but I am sure the last two chapters will make up for it! I have great plans for the future, so beware!

Okay, onto the story! Just because there will be some MAJOR events, I will include the last few paragraphs from the previous story (Not right now). Okay, now I really am done with my spiel. <- I originally spelled that wrong. Twice.

I AM SORRY! I FORGOT TO ADD THE COUNTDOWN IN THE LAST PART! It may not be a big deal for you, but it really helps me. So, I am putting it in this part so you see it. Good? Great.

ONE MORE THING! I realized I published the stories out of order...So that should be fixed now. 0:)

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A week had passed, nothing truly exciting happening. There was only one akuma attack, but Ladybug and Chat Noir had already taken care of it by the time I had arrived, so I was basically useless.

“Nobody is useless, not even Chloe.” CURSE YOU, ADRIEN!

On Sunday, my mother had given me a list of chores to complete whilst she was at a meeting. She was hesitant at first to leave me on my own, but I was finally able to talk her into it.

I sat on my bed with Daizzi; the two of us listening to a playlist from the days Rich and I hung out with each other at his house.

I remembered the movies, karaoke, the popcorn. The pop, the dancing, the singing. He was my best friend since third grade.

We were there for each other, our paths always crossing each other at least once every day at school.

The first song had me humming: Sweet Caroline.

I began working on the dishes, stomping my foot to the beat. After a few moments, I looked to my side and saw Rich humming next to me as he wiped the counter at his house.

After school, I’d ride the bus to his house for my mother to pick me up from. We made jokes about his father (a widower) and my mother getting together because of how close they were.

Being the theatrical kid that he was, Rich was always an extravagant person. He was the most outgoing person I had ever met; friends with everyone he spoke to. I remembered his red hair glowing under the lights of the stage as he played the Mad Hatter for our school.

I began smiling wildly, admiring his green eyes that shone with the brightest happiness.

“Is lover boy excited for Homecoming?” I teased, though it was the version of me from the past. I notice Rich’s face filled with color.

“Shut up, I don’t even know if I’ll be able to ask her.” I stepped back to observe myself elbowing him in the arm.

“Ask her! I’ll help! I just need to know who this mystery girl is.” My past self went back to doing the dishes in the sink and I realized the nervousness in the boy’s face I hadn’t noticed at the time.

“I, I’m not sure I’m ready to tell you just yet.” He walked away with an awkward laugh and a Lysol wipe in his hand. He began scrubbing the stove nearby.

“Jerk. Fine, but you better ask her before Friday.”

“Yeah, I know.” His face grew even more red. “What about you? Are you going to ask anyone?”

“I’m not even sure if I’m going, Rich. Dances aren’t really my thing.” I placed the dirty rag from the dishes on his head, which earned a laugh from him. He pulled it off, and smashed it into my face.

“John David’s going,” he spoke in a sing-songy tone. I realized as I watched the scene just how red my cheeks had gotten.

“Okay, and?” I spoke so casually, it was as if my face wasn’t as red as a tomato.

“You’re blushing.”

“I don’t blush,” I stated half confidently, half doubtful. Rich came to hug me with a huge smile on his face.

“You’re blushing, Sammy.” I turned my head and began walking away from him. “Sammy’s in love!”

“Stay away, demon!” Ignoring me, he came from behind me and placed his baseball cap on my head so I couldn’t see. He lifted me off my feet by hugging my arms to my body as he swung me over his shoulder.

“Wha!” We both laughed, and I threw his hat across the room before hitting his back with my fists. “Put me down, you evil spirit!” Rich laughed, but did eventually set me down. When he did, I watched myself punch his arm with as much force as I could have mustered. He held his arm, a smile wide on his face.

In the lighting, his green eyes looked as if they were mixed with blue. It was moments like that when I realized just how much he looked like his father.

The vision changed to the airport - the day I left.

All in their Class A’s, Rich and his entire troop were standing in front of the airport. They all had the brightest smiles, and I could feel my face run warm. The group of fifteen boys were all holding a sign that was written in black sharpie:

HAVE FUN IN PARSI, WE HOPE YOU GET HOMESICK!!!

The vision changed to me giving all the guys the scout handshake.

When I had gotten to Rich, he was the only one that looked close to tears. We did our handshake and pat each other’s back.

John David, a boy just taller than me with black hair down to his shoulders gave me a hug, and I saw my vision blurring.

I walked towards the people in the vision, completely absent-mindedly. I felt my foot hit something and I found myself falling.

As I prepared for the impact, I saw a vision of a black cat looking at the rain that fell above him. Any trace of a vision at that moment faded and I realized I was staring at the ground with Chat Noir holding my hand and waist. He was the only thing that prevented me from falling to my face.

He pulled me closer to him so I was standing correctly, looking straight into his eyes. His golden locks had evidence of the sun set shining through the window behind me.

“Are you alright?” I gulped. The only time I had been this close to him was when I was Cochon and I tackled him off a cliff. Oh geez, that sounds terrible out of context.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” I pushed myself away from the hero whose eyes seemed so friendly and warm. “I, was just, uh, trying to practise my dancing for the school dance coming up.”

“And you fell?” I nodded. My face was beginning to cool down.

The music switched from Two-Player Game to a soft piano tune that was unmistakably out of place. I cast Daizzi, the kwami hiding in a cupboard with my phone, and accusing look.

“You listen to classical? That’s really cool, Sam.” Chat Noir smiled and extended his hand for me to accept as he bowed down with his tail/belt floating above his head. “Would you care to practise your dancing with a tomcat?” I let out a nervous smile and performed some strange jazz hand thing to wave his offer.

“Oh, n-no. I don’t dance.”

“You can, you just need to find the right partner.” He stood normally, but kept his hand outstretched.

“Are you talking about yourself?” I knew my smile probably made me look like I slept with a hanger in my mouth.

“Well, I am pretty sure it is just you and I in this room, right?” Before I could answer, he gently took one of my hands into his own and guided the other to rest atop his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” I mentally judged myself, or, I would have. If I could process any thoughts. If Chat Noir offers to dance with you, you accept! If Chat Noir offers you a garbage bag, you take it!

“Dancing.” He spun me around, my eyes locked on his the entire time. I put my hand back on his shoulder, and we continued to just sway.

I looked in his green eyes, and I felt the warmth of familiarity. His eyes showed pain, yet happiness. He twirled me away from him so both of us were connected only by our hands, our arms being outstretched. He brought me back to his reach, a small smirk on his face.

I saw Ladybug kissing Chat Noir, his lips a black color. The vision was quick, disappearing quickly.

“I,  uh, th-that was really nice of you to do, Chat.” I pushed myself away from him in embarrassment. He loved Ladybug, and she probably loved him on some level as well. They were a team, I told myself I’d let him be happy.

“Is something wrong?” I turned my head away from him to avoid seeing the confused expression I expect he wore.

“No, I just realized I have things I need to do. Thanks for helping me.” I walked to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I sat with my back leaning on the door and my knees up. Daizz came through the mirror and floated in front of my eyes.

“What was that about, Samantha?” His voice seemed worried, and I closed my eyes.

“He doesn’t like me, Daizzi. He loves Ladybug.”

“But-”

“He said Cochon was like a ‘little sister’ to him, that’s all I am.”

“Sam, I saw the way he looked at you. Don’t you think you should at least allow yourself to wonder-”

“Daizz, stop. Ladybug and Chat Noir were made for each other. All this is is a silly celebrity crush.” I hugged my knees close to my torso, hoping for some warmth to come from that. “I’ll get over it.”

I opened my eyes to see Daizzi looking at me with concerned eyes. “You’ll never be happy if you don’t allow yourself the option.”

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I shall make the next part the NIGHT Of THE DANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That is the part I have had planned since the beginning. (Let’s see if I can remember it all…) XD

I am sorry this is so short, I just wanted to incorporate this sweet (yet disappointing) moment before the big thing-a-ma-bob. Okay, I’m going to start working on the next part now whilst “paying attention” in Math class.

Adios!!!!