"Marinette!" Sabine called for her child, "your cr-"

"Let him come in, mom!" Marinette shouted to cut off her mother, "quick, hide Tikki!"

"Wait, Mari-" Marinette grabbed her kwami, quickly but not with ferociousness.

Marinette sighed, and looked around her room. Everything was clean. No calendar, background image, just a single magazine clipping of him hanging on a wall. At first, Marinette just smiled, then she looked at it again she freaked out. It was her first magazine clipping. The one she got from ripping Chloe's magazine. She was about to reach for it, but then the trapdoor slowly opened. Marinette quickly went to her computer. She opened the Ultimate Mecha Strike III game, so that Adrien's attention is on her and the game.

"Maybe we should fight against each other first," Adrien said, "to know our Achilles' heel."

"W—we should!" Marinette said. She sighed in relief because she didn't do a word vomit. At the same time, they reached out for the same joystick. Marinette gave out a squeek as Adrien hastily withdrew his hand and rubbed the nape of his neck.

Once that problem was solved, they played again and again. Adrien groaned, "How do you always win?"

"Here's a secret," Marinette took out a beaded bracelet. Adrien gave her a confused look, "this is my lucky charm… besides Tikki."

"Huh? Besides what?"

"N—nothing!" Marinette squeeked out.

"Are you serious that this works?" Adrien asked holding the beads.

"Why not try it yourself?" Marinette said, "let's play one more set."

"You're on,"

After a series of clicking and plan formulating, Adrien won.

"You were serious!" Adrien exclaimed happily, when he looks at Marinette, she wasn't looking at the screen. She was looking at the trap door where he parents are.

"Oh, hey Monsieur and Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng," Adrien said formally.

"We were just wondering if you kids wanted food," Tom said as he showed a tray of croissants and another tray with cookies.

"Da—"

"Thank you, Monsieur Dupain-Cheng," Adrien said while smiling, "I am getting quite hungry, let's take a break, Mari."

"Then we'll leave this here," Sabine said while smiling at the two children. They quietly stalked down.

"You go on and eat," Marinette said as she stood up, "I need some fresh air."

"You're going outside?"

"Just on my terrace," Marinette said, trying not to stutter. She headed to her terrace, passing by Tikki's hiding spot. A red flash appeared, following her.

"Plagg, come out," Adrien whispered, but he was answered by a grunt. He sighed and sat down on the chaise, with the tray of croissants in his arms.

He took a few bites from the croissant he was holding. He was stunned, this was more delicious than what his chefs make. He took another croissant and stuffed his mouth. This was delicious. His mouth started to get dry from eating, he quickly stood up and planned to go to Marinette to tell her he's going down. He stopped his walking as his eyes caught a familiar photo.

A magazine clipping.

He dropped the tray of croissants he was planning to give to Marinette. He looked at the magazine clipping of him. He was around two years younger that time. Why does Marinette have this?

Then something dropped, after that, footsteps were heard.

"Hey, Adrien, I'm b—" Marinette stopped. She saw where he was looking at.

Both were too stunned to speak.

"Get out," Marinette said, "please get out."

"B—but,"

"Get out!" Marinette said with tears streaming down her face.

Hey guys! I am supposed to end this right now but… please choose. Adrienette, Ladrien, LadyNoir or MariChat.

I'll be waiting for your answers! And if you guys don't answer... that'll be a problem. I need your answers for the last chaptee.

Oh and, sorry if Marinette is a bit OOC, she wasn't thinking straight that time.