JUST FIGURED OUT HOW TO PASTE YOUTUBE VIDEOS! I AM LITERALLY GOD NOW! BOW DOWN, PEASANTS! PLEASE WATCH THIS!

Here's my favorite Tik TOk for anyone who wants to get some recommendations ^^ 1:06-

that made me laugh so hard, fuck you wonderboy >:)

Happy Easter, everyone!

Alright, let's play a game where we pretend that Paris is actually hot, like California where I live, because I didn't google it, but I'm almost positive it's not that warm there. Okay? Thanks.

By the way, I just started reading this series called Keeper of the Lost Cities and it's AMAZING. Call me boring, but my favorite character is Dex (Marella is a close second as she's the token fiery chaotic gossiping lesbian) and he deserves all the happiness that the KOTLC friend group never bothered to give him, even though I know I'm a bit of a Sokeefe shipper. Also, dear Fitz aka Wonderboy, FUCK YOU. I FINISHED EXILE, YOU FUCKER.

Highly recommend if you like the kind of fandom that is always at ship war and has tons of Tik Tok content on Youtube to watch, or if you're a Harry Potter fan. (I'm not kidding. If you read Harry Potter, you will definitely LOVE this series.) Very entertaining.

If you are a Ladynoir shipper or a Chat Noir simp, you will love reading this series and falling in love with Keefe Sencen, another class clown hot blonde dude that's actually really depressed, by the end of book two. You're welcome.

Here's a ✨Miraculous✨ quote meme for KOTLC to try to get you to read the series.

Sophie: Sorry, I thought I saw a wasp!😊😊😊

Dex: Do you love me too?...

Sophie: eXcUsE mE?!

Get the reference? No?

Alright, time for Lilanette stuff now. (This chapter will be mostly fluff tbh.)

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Lila's POV

1:23 PM

I glanced out the window to the scorching sun shining upon the buildings of Paris. The blazing summers in Paris were so refreshing compared to my snowy, cold, freezing years in New York, but sometimes I looked out and wished we had more than just one boring swimming pool and a beach. Of course, when the temperature was this hot, I'd take the pool over nothing, and I was really craving some water to dunk my face in.

So, I picked up my phone and called Marinette, whose contact name was barricaded in the middle by two lovingly colorful pink sparkle hearts. My first choice would've been a macaroon, but IPhone has yet to add that as an emoji.

"Helllooooo," my girlfriend said flirtatiously when she picked up the phone.

"Hey Mari, want to go to the pool?" I asked, rolling my eyes at her ridiculous (but at the same time somehow attractive) voice.

"Sure, I'll be there in 15," she answered coolly. "See you there~" She giggled into the phone as I rolled my eyes again.

"See you, Bugaboo," I flirted and hung up. I dropped the phone onto my couch and found a nice forest green one-piece bathing suit to wear. I thought it complimented my eyes well, so I chose it over my others, not that I had a lot of choices. All I had was one orange two-piece that wasn't exactly as revealing as a bikini but technically was one.

I flopped down on the couch and waited for Marinette to arrive. She should be here any-

Knock, knock, knock.

There she is. I opened the door to see Marinette in a pink one-piece dappled with white polka dots like cute freckles. Her hair was gathered into a ponytail using a long red ribbon. Her face was covered with no makeup, but she had a faint pink blush spreading across her beautiful face. Her lips was cherry red, and they moved gracefully and in sync, saying-

"Y'know, you don't have to stare that much," Marinette observed. "Although, to be fair, I can't judge." She scanned my body with her ocean blue eyes, making me cross my legs in embarrassment.

"Let's go," I said quickly just as she stepped closer to me. She gave me a pouty face and puppy dog eyes.

"Okaaayyyyyyyyyy, fineeeeeee," she groaned, making me have to hold back a soft laugh.

"C'mon, I'm sure we'll have plenty of fun there," I  promised.

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"You promised," Marinette reminded while keeping her eyes on the overwhelming sea of families and annoying middle schoolers. Small little kids were screaming in the ears of their parents, while teenagers were tackling each other with beach balls. Lifeguards were hopelessly blowing whistles at people running across the edges of the pool, and tall kids were shamelessly diving in the shallow end. The scene was the textbook definition of pure chaos.

I sighed. "Maybe I didn't have the greatest idea, but it's soooo hot out! What are we going to do?"

Marinette's eyes lit up and emanating from her bright breezy eyes was an obvious idea. The kind of expression she wore when she figured out how to evade an obstacle or solve a problem, like figuring out how to use her lucky charm. I stared at her until she shared her idea out loud.

"I have one of those plastic inflatable pools, maybe we could use that!" she suggested. I nodded my head  slightly favorably, considering the fact that a small inflatable pool wouldn't be able to fit both of us. Nevertheless, we biked to the bakery and snagged two towels (one blue, one green), a bag of refreshingly chilled coffee and lime macaroons, sunscreen, and a woven picnic basket.

Marinette opened a run-down closet door to reveal a small, dark and ancient-looking room lined with old unfashionable coats that Marinette used to wear and empty shoeboxes. Marinette reached in the very back to grab a big yellow and blue box with a picture of a portable pool on the front. She brushed most of the dust off and heaved it out of the closet I assumed it had been in for years.

"Here it is!" she exclaimed delightedly, attempting to brush all of the dust off the box but never quite succeeding, for as she swiped a good amount of dust off more extremely stubborn dust would be underneath, covering the surface of the box like a thin blanket.

We took our supplies gratefully, thanking Mr. and Mrs. Dupain-Cheng on the way out, who only smiled selflessly and went back to helping customers.

After a long journey of lifting the box that was a lot heavier than it looked, we finally made it to the local park. Families could be seen playing with their children and couples were enjoying themselves as Andre chose to dispense his famous ice cream cones there.

We found a green, grassy area with a pleasant combination of sun and shade and set our towels down. I opened the box and inflated the yellow and blue pool before filling it up with a hose.

"You can go in first," I offered to Marinette, who leaned back and fell into the pool.

I frowned as I saw just how small it was. I was never going to fit in that, but regardless I decided to try to make myself as small as possible in the pool. I succeeded, but it was extremely cramped, and Marinette noticed.

"I'll get out so you can have it to yourself," she said, sitting up and picking up her towel to move it closer.

"No way! You can have it!" I protested. We argued until we got called over by some familiar voices.

"Hey, Mari! Didn't expect to see ya here. Want to join us? We just bought this cool thing," said a curvy girl with amber hair and dark skin wearing a black bathing suit.

"Sure, Alya-" Marinette and I gawked at the huge inflatable pool with two mini water slides and enough room to fit an elephant. Nino waved at us before sliding down.

Alya caught us looking, and shrugged apologetically. "It might've been a waste of money, but it looked really cool and someone pressured me to buy it!" She glared at Nino, who was too busy frolicking in the calm water to notice.

"It's pretty cool," I admitted. "Do you mind if we use it?"

"Oh, not at all! There's enough room, just get your stuff. I'll buy ice cream this time." Alya smirked at me and Marinette then made a beeline for Andre.

I shrugged and carried our towels and basket to the pool, where Nino was drinking a fizzy yellow drink adorned with a slice of pineapple. Within a couple minutes, Alya got our ice cream and made her way back to us.

She handed us a chocolate-striped cone topped with a scoop of tangerine and blackberry, while her and Nino were given a sugar cone with blood orange and coffee.

I took a scoop of my own ice cream scoop and smiled at its deliciousness. Lila tasted the same scoop and nodded.

"Tastes like chicken," she said. I laughed.

"That's not exactly the flavor I tasted, but sure," I replied.

"Well, it's the flavor I tasted, and chicken shouldn't be on ice cream. We need a refund," Lila said goofily. When I laughed instead of agreeing, Lila backed up her extremely correct point.

"I mean, if the chicken is cold, that means it hasn't been cooked. That's a health violation."

"What if Andre cooked the chicken then put it in a freezer to cool?" I suggested.

"Then he should throw out the chicken. Nobody wants cold chicken."

"Would you rather have hot chicken in the ice cream?" I reasoned. Lila paused, then closed her mouth.

"Well, I'd rather have tangerine, but fair enough."

Our conversation was halted by a scream close to the park. Everyone in the area looked up to see the head of a blonde giant poking out behind a building. I nodded to Lila, and we ran in the bathroom to transform.