Author's note: Time for round two!

Remember, it's the same except for the ending, which starts at .*.*.*.

Seven Minutes in Heaven — Spice Version

It was one of those rare weekends when Chloé wanted to pretend she had actual friends and invited her whole class to a sleepover at her father's hotel. Nobody except Sabrina really wanted to go, but Alya's mom was the chef and the rest of the students weren't about to pass up a free meal cooked by Mrs. Césaire.

Marinette was not going to attend until Alya pointed out that Adrien was going to be there. Then her duffle bag was instantly packed, and the two girls had teleported there a rather embarrassing three hours early.

When the party actually started, most of the class showed up and started on their usual idiotic teenager shenanigans.

Max timed the ketchup-drinking contest that Alix and Kim were having. Rose gave Juleka a makeover while Chloé—being unusually tolerable at the moment—made Sabrina paint her toenails in the general vicinity of the other two girls. Ivan and Nino discussed music. Mylène and Nathaniel stood around awkwardly, doing nothing. Aurore and Mireille stood on opposite sides of the room, silently hating each other. Several other background characters were doing things that nobody cared about. Theo was working as a waiter (his eighth job, in order to support his sculpting and save money on character models). Lila wasn't there because her episode hadn't aired yet and she was a total beeyotch anyways. Adrien was eating all the éclairs he possibly could while Marinette watched him from under a table with a creepy grin on her face. Alya was kicking Marinette to try and get her to come out from under the table.

After a while, everyone started getting bored with their pedestrian teenage activities and decided to take advantage of this being a co-ed slumber party, which meant it was time for some Teenage Rites of Passage™. Adrien's bodyguard and the chaperones were summarily bribed or distracted, and the fun began.

And of course, someone suggested they play Seven Minutes in Heaven.

And of course, Alya and Nino rigged it so that Adrien and Marinette went first.

In the girls' room, Marinette was "randomly selected" to go first. (Chloé's whining turned to delight when she realized the entertainment value of this prospect.) Meanwhile, under Nino's direction, the boys all told Adrien that the guy who'd been to the fewest parties had to go first, handed him a flashlight, and ushered him into a hall closet.

If Marinette was nervous about the game before, she hit critical mass when she heard that it was her prince who awaited her in the closet.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" cackled Alya as she shoved her panicking friend into the closet, locking her inside with teen model Adrien Agreste.

For the first minute or so, they sat there, stunned, wasting the batteries of the flashlight they'd set on the floor.

Adrien broke the silence.

"Uh, I've never done this before."

Marinette looked up at Adrien quickly, then looked down at the floor again.

"Neither me. I neither have. Uh, me neither."

Adrien looked at Marinette. She was petrified. Was she scared of him, or embarrassed at the situation they were in?

"It's okay. We can just talk."

Marinette suddenly lost that capacity and sputtered bunch of nonsense syllables. Aaaand now he was pretty sure she was drooling. Yes. Yes, she was. She might have been trying to nod, but it was hard to tell.

Adrien sighed internally. This wasn't working.

"I'm not that bad, am I?"

Marinette looked at him like she'd seen a ghost made of insecurities, confusion, and teenage hormones.

"Wh-why would you think that?"

"You just seem really scared," said Adrien, pointing out the obvious.

"I'm okay," she lied. She was either elated or terrified. Or both. Terrelated. Elaterrified.

Marinette looked up at him then. Adrien smiled, trying to put the girl at ease. She smiled back, still blushing, her fear replaced with bashfulness.

It was then that Adrien realized: Marinette was adorable. Her pigtails and ribbons, her freckles, her big blue eyes. And she was such a sweet person too. No wonder Nino and Nathaniel had fallen for her.

.*.*.*.

Wait a second.

Black hair. Pigtails. Red ribbons. Freckles. And her eyes... they were so... blue. Like, blue-blue. The bluest blue that was ever dignified by the name "blue".

Bluebell blue.

Just like...

No. No way. But still...

What if...? Could Marinette be...?

What did he have to lose? The worst he could do at this point was freak her out slightly more than she was already. The universe had just granted him the perfect opportunity and there was no way he was going to waste it! He snatched up the flashlight and turned it off.

Marinette squeaked and knocked over something as she scooted away from him. "Adrien, what are—"

"What's the matter, Bugaboo? Afraid of the dark?" he purred, sounding more confident than he actually felt.

"...Cat?"

YES SHE WAS LADYBUG IT ACTUALLY WORKED OH MY GOSH THIS WAS UNBELIEVABLE BEST DAY EVER FINALLY AT LAST IT WAS—

Okay, calm down. Stay in the moment, Agreste.

He flicked the flashlight on and put it under his chin, showing his face with a cheeky grin. "Fancy meeting you here, my Lady."

Marinette's face cycled through a series of emotions. Shock, denial, fear, disbelief and anger. Yes, lots of anger. She'd definitely settled on anger.

"Cat Noir, I am going to kill you!" Marinette whisper-yelled.

"I love you too, Bugaboo!" said Adrien, smirking like the smug bastard he was.

"Don't call me that!" Marinette growled, then tackled her annoying partner / perfect crush to the floor, wrapping her hands around his neck.

The love of his life trying to choke him would not ruin this moment: Adrien was grinning ear to ear. And coughing, since Marinette's hands were crushing his windpipe.

But that didn't matter because Cat Noir had finally gotten the cream.

"Okay kids, fun's over," shouted Alya from the other side of the door. It had only been six minutes and fourteen seconds by Max's watch, but there were some noises coming from the closet that worried her.

Alya and Nino opened the closet door to find a laughing / coughing Adrien Agreste lying on the floor of the closet straddled by Marinette Dupain-Cheng, who was doing her best to strangle him.

"Well. That did not go how I expected," said Alya dryly.

It appeared she'd done her job as the Perfect Wingwoman™ little too well. Like damn, Marinette: control yourself! Children were watching!

"Dude... that's kind of kinky," said Nino.

Adrien and Marinette's heads whipped around to see their gobsmacked friends and classmates staring at them.

"It's not what it looks like!" they shouted in perfect unison.

"We'll come back later," said Alya.

"Dude..." said Nino, shaking his head sadly. His image of his bro was forever sullied. There was nothing pure in this world. Not anymore.

Alya and Nino closed the door and fended off the crowd of tittering classmates outside.

What the hell just happened?

The following Thursday, Adrien and Marinette were walking to their next class with Nino and Alya when Adrien made a really stupid Ladybug-related pun. With no warning, Marinette turned and sucker-punched him right in the gut. Adrien dropped. Everyone froze, stunned.

Marinette instantly regretted her actions and knelt down next to him, tears in her eyes, holding an ice pack over his stomach until he could sit up again. To make things even more confusing for the onlookers, Adrien started laughing as soon as he stopped crying. Unreliable eyewitness reports stated that Adrien's nose started bleeding during the incident. As a result, Marinette became known as "Bloody Mari" for the rest of the school year.

Adrien and Marinette were found furiously making out behind the school one hour later, and they are together to this day.

And that, my friends, is the story of the best sleepover Max ever attended.

So, readers: Sugar or Spice version? Both coming to GameBoy Advance this fall.

And please tell me if you find any typos or grammar errors so I can fix them. I didn't have a proofreader.

Thanks for reading!