Hey! Thought I'd try out a story idea that has always been in the back of my mind. Finally put it on paper and I hope you like the result!

"Come on, girl," Alya groaned. "Just this once."

"No," I protested, folding my arms defiantly. There was no way I was buckling, if I did, this would end disastrously.

"What's the big deal?" she whined. "It's just one little game."

"Yes, one little game of Truth or Dare," I pointed out.

"And…?" Alya asked innocently. I knew her plan, and it wasn't going to work if I had a say in it.

"A game of Truth or Dare with Adrien," I explained as if she didn't know. She knew, that's the whole reason she wanted to play in the first place. She'd ask an oh-so-innocent question that reveals I'm crazily in love with him. No way that's going to happen.

"Marinette, you're going to have to tell him sooner or later," she huffed, folding her arms. I ignored her, gathering my things to head on home. We were the last ones in the classroom, and if I didn't get home soon my parents would start to worry.

"I choose later," I said as my phone notified me of a text. Class had gotten out ten minutes ago. Our conversation started out with how I was doing with my designs before my best friend tried to persuade me into playing the game of doom.

Mama: Where are you?

I shot off another text telling her I was with Alya and would be home soon. On opening the door to the classroom, I was met by Nino, here to play the horrible game with Alya. And behind him trailed a handsome blonde model, his eyes so green and his golden hair looked as soft as a cloud. I suppressed a sigh as I tore my gaze away. Now was the time to get out of here before I do something completely stupid and embarrass myself.

"Hey, Marinette," the angel greeted, sitting on the ground beside Nino.

"Hey, Adrien," I said, congratulating myself on the coherency of my two words. I had grown more comfortable around him over the past three years, but every once in a while my stutter would fail me.

I turned to leave again, but Alya again pleaded me to stay.

"Please, Marinette," she begged, sticking her bottom lip in a pout before smirking, and I knew she was plotting something absolutely despicable.

"Adrien," she sang, looking at the boy. "Don't you think Marinette should stay and play Truth or Dare with us?"

"Any time spent with Mari is a pleasure," he smiled, lighting up the whole room. Did he just call me Mari? Nobody calls me Mari. He has a nickname for me! That did it. I glared at Alya as I joined the circle on the floor after texting my mom.

"Okay, I'll start," Alya declared with a satisfied smile. I braced myself, hoping she wouldn't dive into the deep end with the first question. Actually, I'd rather her not dive deep at all. I was relieved when she turned to her boyfriend. "Nino, truth or dare?"

"Dare," Nino drawled after some thought.

"I dare you to ask my sister for my hand in marriage," Alya blurted out without hesitation. Nino went pale before nodding his head. I felt sorry for the poor guy, I wonder if he'll be able to tell Nora it was a dare before she rips his head off.

"Adrien, my dude," Nino picks, patting his friend on the back. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," Adrien says, slightly wavering. Nino and Alya give each other malicious looks before refocusing their gaze on me. This can't be good.

"I dare you to kiss Marinette," Nino says, drawing out each word. I blush furiously as Adrien leans forward. He's not going to do it, is he? No, our first kiss can't be like this!

"Wait!" I stop him before his lips reach mine. He pulls back a little, a weird expression on his face. He kind of looks… disappointed? I shrugged off the thought as I continued.

"Nino didn't say where you had to kiss me," I pointed out, turning my cheek for a quick peck. A blush crept onto my cheeks as he kissed my cheek before returning to his original seat. Turning my head slightly I was met by a cold glare from Alya.

"Uh, Marinette!" Adrien said louder than necessary. I jumped, startled. He gave a string of apologies before I assured him several times it was okay. He's been acting weird lately, I thought, looking at Adrien. Oh, no. I hope he's not sick! I'll have to check up on him after this game. "Truth or dare?"

"How about…" I stopped to think, furrowing my brow. "Truth."

"Have you ever kissed anyone?" he asked, trapping me. I couldn't lie and say I hadn't, but if I told the truth Alya wouldn't stop bugging me about my new "mystery guy."

"Yes, twice," I said, deciding it was best to be honest. Alya's jaw dropped and Nino looked as if he had swallowed a gallon of wasabi. Adrien's expression, however, was unreadable. I really do need to ask him if he's feeling okay.

"What?! And you never told me? WHO IS THIS GUY?!" As expected, Alya exploded.

"Only one question per turn, Alya," I told her in a calm voice, trying to decide who I should ask. I settled on Alya, as she hadn't been asked yet.

"Alya, truth or dare?"

"Truth," she replied confidently.

"What annoys you the most about Nino?" I asked, knowing the evil I was about to cause. I folded my arms and smirked at her, only to have her smirk back. She looked at Nino lovingly.

"How he treats me better than I deserve," she tells him, smiling. Nino smiles back, scooting closer and putting an arm around her. Both Adrien and I roll my eyes at them dramatically, making sure they know how gross they are being.

"When you two start dating you'll understand," Alya says dreamily.

"W-What?" Adrien asks, turning beet red. "When m-me and Marinette s-start dating? What makes you think start dating we will? Uh, I mean that we start willing? I-I mean—ARGH!"

"Adrien, she never said we would be dating each other," I explained to him, surprisingly calm. "She meant when we started dating, period."

If possible, he blushed harder. I tilted my head at him, still concerned and confused at his odd behavior. I shrugged it off and watched as Alya dared Nino to kiss her. I shield my eyes dramatically and groan loudly. They seperate with laughter, but Adrien says or does nothing. I look over at him, only to find him staring at me. He immediately looks away. Maybe I imagined it?

"Marinette, truth or dare?" Nino asks. I answer with a dare. The game goes on, all with me choosing dare. I didn't want to risk any information about a certain blonde to leak, and it was bad enough Alya had found out that I had kissed Chat Noir. Well, she didn't know I had kissed Chat Noir, just that I had kissed somebody. I had licked a wall, shouted my confession of love to a pedestrian out a window, posted one of my designs on Instagram, and sat on Adrien's lap (which earned a frozen and blushing Adrien, not to mention my returned stuttering) by the time Alya was fed up.

"That's it, new rule!" she exclaimed, huffing. "You can only choose the same thing three times in a row."

"That's not fair," I protested, still placed on Adrien's lap. "That's never been a rule."

"Well it is now," Alya practically yelled, before asking me truth or dare.

"Truth," I mumbled, glaring at her.

"Who did you kiss?" she asked, staring me down. My heartbeat quickened, not knowing I was supposed to get out of this. I stuttered, not knowing how to answer.

"I-I can't say," I told her, frightened. She gave an evil laugh, and I wondered why our friendship gave me constant anxiety.

"You have to," she sang, her grin stretching from ear to ear. "Rules are rules. Now tell us, Marinette. Who has had the honor of kissing our little and innocent friend?"

"I can't remember," I lied, leaning away from the increasingly closer supposed best friend of mine. "They were both during akuma attacks."

"I can see through your lies, Marinette," she said in a thick, fake sweet voice. I leaned back more, running into Adrien's chest.

"Fine!" I buckled, looking at them all nervously. "I'll tell you."

They all looked at me expectantly, and a drop of perspiration ran down my forehead. I mustered all the strength I had, pushing my worries away.

"Chat Noir," I mumbled incoherently.

"Speak louder, Marinette," Alya urged, her nose centimeters from mine.

"Chat Noir!" I yelled, receiving three gasps. Silence reverberated throughout the classroom, and the shocked looks on both Alya's and Nino's face frightened me. Before they could ask any questions, Adrien stood up, knocking me to the floor. He didn't even bother to let me get off the floor, he lifted me into a bridal carry and left the room.

The door slammed loudly behind us, and the intense look in Adrien's eyes scared me. He placed me on my feet gently and continued to stare at me. I took a step back, only for my back to be met by a wall. Adrien stepped closer, leaving barely an inch between us.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked, but I couldn't answer him. He decided to risk it and dive to my lips, and I let him. He kissed me fervently, letting his hands rest on my waist. After I got over my shock, I gripped his forearms and kissed him back. He pulled away after a minute or two, panting.

"Can I do that again?" he asked, his voice breathy and shaky. I nodded and this time his lips met mine gently, warm and soft. Pulling away, he rested his forehead on mine. His eyes were still closed, and I let mine do the same.

"What just happened?" I asked. He pulled away to look into my eyes.

"I found out the two girls I were in love with were one and the same, m'lady," he replied, a crooked grin pasted on his lips. I smiled and tackled him in a hug.

"You're my Kitty!" I exclaimed, not trying to hide my excitement. He laughed and hugged me back, and we stood there in each others' arms before Alya and Nino peaked out the door to spy. A click of a camera snapped us out of our own little world and I looked at a smirking Alya.

"For the wedding reception," she explained, laughing.