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The New Hero

ee(This story involves New hero x Chat Noir, Adrienette/Lukanette and other ships. This story is for my own amusement, and follows parts of the story line. If anything doesn’t add up it’s because I’ve taken my own twist. I will try my best to stick to the Zag style of things and keep it PG... for the most part. If any part of the story goes beyond the “Zag” line I’ll put a warning at the beginning of the chapter. Also, I like to keep a slow pace in stories to get a better development in the characters relationships. If you have seen/see this story anywhere please let me know, for I have not published this anywhere else. This is my original character/super heroine, Miraculous, Kwami, ect, please don’t claim as your own. I’m keeping this story in English, when it comes to French, I know little to nothing. If you’d like, follow me on Amino (Marichat-26030471) Okay! Happy reading!)

                                              Chapter One

                  *                   *       Welcome to Paris      *                   *

                               Today’s the day. It’s been officially a week since we’ve moved into our new house.. in Paris, you think I’d be thrilled? I’m not. There’s nothing here for me, all my friends, family remains back home in Washington, living in the states was all I knew. 

                              From what I’ve seen so far, Paris is unlike all the stereotypical expectations I’ve heard thus far. It’s gloomy, cold and wet, just about how I emotionally feel about being here. To be fair though, I’ve only seen Paris out from windows, I’ve been so occupied with unpacking and enrollment for school, I’ve had little to no time for myself and frankly, I’m to scared to wonder the foreign streets especially alone.

                              Mom has been busy since the day we’ve arrived, since this is the reason why we’re here, her promotion to expand the Clementines Industries to the country of France, moreover the city of Paris in hopes to go international with their Fashion line and what other city holds the perfect title for fashion then the City of Paris? 

                               My little sister Julia, that’s all she is, my little sister. There’s no way I’d take her with me through Paris with that responsibility on my shoulders, I wouldn’t find the time to take my eyes off her or she’d be lost in an instant. And dad? Well, he passed away six years ago, so there’s only us.

                               The week has been filled with nothing but unpacking and jet lag, being home alone most of the time, only seeing mom during the early mornings and late evenings, but today is different. Today is the day I start school and I couldn’t be more nervous.

                                Mom is currently on the phone, as usual, preparing her store for the grand opening taking place in a week. She stood behind the kitchens island packing Julia’s lunch as Julia sat on a bar stool staring at mom rapidly place everything into the lunch box, I on the other hand am staring at a piece of paper with the directions to school. I wish I could just take a bus like any other student but of course I was walking distance of the school, three minutes tops, but still there’s a lot of turns that I can easily mess up on.

                                 As I studied the directions I can hear my mom ending her call, sliding the lunch box to Julia.

                                 “Here you go honey.” she said looking at her phone before adding “The bus should be here in a few minutes to pick you up, so why don’t you go stand by the door and wait.” I looked up to see Julia nodding while stuffing her lunch box into her backpack. They quickly exchanged hugs, and as Julia walked passes me she sticks out her tongue, she knew how much I wanted to take a bus.

                                   Rolling my eyes, I looked over to mom again, she continued to look and type on her phone without fail. Maybe she could drop me off at school today? Just this once wouldn’t hurt.

                                   “Mom, could you drop me off at school today?” I questioned. With no hesitation she shook her head “No Isabella, you need to learn the route. Besides the fresh air will do you good.” she said finally looking up from her phone, putting on a smile. I groaned.

                                   “Okay, but if I get kidnapped it’s not my fault.” I said holstering my bag into my shoulder.

                                   “You’ll be fine, just stick to the sidewalks and follow the guide.” she said glancing at her phone once again. “You should get a move on, you don’t want to be late for your first day.” she added. Simply nodding, I saluted her before walking to the front door, which was half way open. There, Julia running towards the bus which stopped directly in front of our house. 

                                      Stepping out I shut the door behind me as I walked down the stairs and onto the side walk.I looked down once more at the paper in my hands before turning right to begin my journey.

                                      Walking down the sidewalk, I turned right again followed by a left and soon I came to a halt at a traffic light. Cars zooming from both directions. Looking down both roads I could tell I was gonna be standing here for a few minutes.

                                      Glancing around I took in the surroundings, in front stood the massive school which let off an intimidating aurora that made my stomach do flips, just behind the school to my surprise I could see part of the Eiffel Tower, which I would like to visit sometime. to my right there was just loads of buildings and endless roads. I slowly turned around to read the sign on the building behind me, reading Boulangerie Patissrie. It’s a small corned store with tinted windows, but from what I can smell, it’s possibly a restaurant of some sort, which smells amazing, I just might stop in on my way home today.

                                       I returned my eyes back on the road in front of me, as it was still as busy as it was a minute ago, sighing I continued to look around at the architecture of the buildings. The small balconies, french doors, the curves of the roofs, all screams French but it is very beautiful, nothing you’d ever see back home. Home..

                                      Digging out my phone from my pocket I unlocked it tapping onto the camera, turning so my back faced the Eiffel Tower I held my phone high. Forcing a smile, my phone clicked. Quickly fumbling to take a look I could see how the Parisian wind messed up my head, but the Eiffel Tower stood in all it’s glory, I can’t delete this. Taking one more look over the picture before sending it off to my friends, I noticed something.

                                      Towards the top of the Eiffel Tower was a red blur, zooming the picture with my fingers I squint my eyes to get a better look of this blur, maybe a bird? What kind of bird is that red and THAT big though?

                                      “Our turn Miss.” My eyes darted from my phone to the voice. A short older man in a red flowery shirt began to walk across the road as my eyes followed him. Blinking myself into reality, I shoved my phone back into my pocket and followed the man across the road. As we met on the other side he turned to face me.

                                       “Thank you for letting me know back there.” I said gesturing to were we stood moments ago, he smiled bowing slightly.

                                       “Just remember to be vigilant, this city can be very” he paused for a second “Unpredictable” I raised an eyebrow, about to question him when he spoke again “in the best way.” he added.

                                        “I will, thank you sir.” I said, he turned to walk away when I remembered the photo again.

                                       “Oh sir!” I walked up to him taking out my phone, unlocking to the picture, he turned with an eyebrow raised.

                                       “Would you happen to know what kind of bird this is?” I turned the phone to him, he began to study it “I know it blurry but what else could it be besides a bird?” I asked as he laughed looking up to me.

                                       “That’s no bird, that’s Ladybug.” he said, I looked at the photo again, how is this a ladybug?

                                       I must of looked confused because he said “You’ll be seeing her around.” he turned back around “She is after all, our hero.” he walked away. 

                                       Hero? Like a superhero? Superman hero? Is this guy insane? Maybe he forgot to take his pills this morning.

                                       Shaking my head, I made my way to the school. 

                                       Kids stood on the sidewalk talking to each other as others raced up the steps. 

                                       I stopped at the stairs and looked up at the building. It is two stories high, with huge red doors, a banner above the entry way, glass windows complimenting the roof. Once again, nothing like back home.

                                      “SABRINA!” someone shouted my head snapped to the direction of the voice behind me. There stood a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes tapping her foot rapidly on the ground glaring at a girl with red short hair and glasses.

                                      “GO BACK AND GET MY BAG NOW!” she yelled again, the red head girl flinched. The girl said something to the blonde, but she just scoffed.

                                     “YOU ARE RIDICULOUS, UTTERLY RIDICULOUS!” she flipped her hair walking towards the stairs... me. I quickly backed away to clear the path as she climbed the stairs, I looked back at the red head who already was in a car, a police car, the lights came on followed by the siren and she was off in seconds.

                                      Gripping my backpacks strap, I hesitantly began to walk up the steps and soon stood frozen. There were crowds of kids in their own groups, talking, laughing, in their own world as I stood here in the doorway wide eyed. Scanning the room I could feel my heart rate increase as I gripped the strap harder. My eyes landed on the blonde girl from earlier talking to another girl with long brown hair and green eyes, their conversation didn’t seem to pleasant, at least to the blonde.

                                     I ripped my eyes off them as I inhaled deeply before walking all the way in, some kids turned to look at me, others didn’t budge, most had smiles but that isn’t really reassuring. I glanced around to the rooms, as they all looked the same. Where is Miss. Bustiers class at?

                                    I walked through the court peering through windows to see if I can come across any name plates on the desks, but there was no luck. Maybe I should just go to the principals office and ask him, at least I know where that is. I turned to walk to the stair case but just as I did that I dumped into a girl with reddish brown hair with glasses.

                                   “I’m sorry” I blurted out rather loudly, getting a few extra looks.

                                    “Don’t sweat it.” she said looking at me.

                                    “Hey, aren’t you the new girl?” she questioned as some guy joined her side, as he is wearing a red hat and glasses. I nodded.

                                    “Yup, that’s me. I’m Isabella Nicholas.” I greeted, they both smiled simultaneously.

                                    “I’m Alya and this is my boyfriend Nino.” Alya replied, Nino looked at Alya and blush before saying “Hey”

                                    “Nice to meet you guys.” I said loosing up my grip on the strap.

                                     “Say, you wouldn’t happened to be in Miss Bustiers class?” I asked and Nino nodded.

                                     “Girl, it’s your lucky day.” Alya said “Miss Bustiers class is on the top floor to the left.” she pointed out as I followed her direction and smiled. I turned back to them.

                                     “Thank you, you saved me a trip to the principals office.” I said letting out a laugh.

                                     “If I can spare your time away from Mr. Damocles, my mission was a success!” Alya laughed at herself as Nino nodded in agreement.

                                      “Girl, you should definitely hang out with us, we can show you the ropes, the ins and out, the dos and don’ts. For example” she said turning me around by the shoulders pointing at the blonde girl again “Stay away from the Queen Bee, aka Chloe Bourgeois, she’s nothing but a royal pain, take it from me.” she said

                                      “Chloe got Alya expelled once.” Nino chimed in. 

                                      “Really?” I asked looking at both of them, they just nodded as Alya furrowed her eyebrows together glaring at Chloe before giving her attention back to me.

                                      “It’s a time I hate to remember but whats done is done.” she said flipping her hand and smiling again.

                                      “and you’ve got to meet my best friend Marinette,”

                                      “and my dude Adrien.” Nino added, Alya nodded agreeing.

                                       “yes, oh and the girls.” Alya added looking at Nino then back at me smiling “There’s a lot of people that I’ll introduce to you, and I guarantee by the end of the day, we’ll all be friends.” she said.

                                       “I’d like that Alya, thanks!” I thanked her, and right as she was going to talk a girl with blue black hair in pigtails came running to her side, breathing heavily.

                                            “ALYAWHYDIDN’TYOUANSWERMYMESSAGEADRIENSCARJUSTPULLEDUPANDIDON’THAVETHEPENHELENTMEYESTERDAYANDWHATIFHEGETSMADANDTELLSMEHEDOESNTWANTTOBEFRIENDSANYMOREANDWHATIF-” the girl freaking out was cut off as Alya smiled uneasily pointing towards me. The girl looked at me with wide eyes, looked me up and down before smiling.

                                      “Oh, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.” she laughed nervously scratching the back of her head.

                                      “I’m Marinette, you must be the new girl!”

                                       “I’m Isabella.” I greeted back, she smiled wide as her cheeks flushed red, clearly embarrassed.

                                       “Nice to meet you Isabella.” she paused “Sorry you had to hear that, I normally look around my surroundings before going all... err” Marinette said tapping her index fingers together.

                                       “All Marinette?” Alya added, Marinette blushed darker just nodding.

                                       “It’s okay Marinette. That’s such a pretty name!” I complimented wanting to take her mind of her embarrassment. She smiled even wider.

                                       “Thank you, yours is too!”

                                       “and I’m not just saying that because you said mine was but it’s because your name is really pretty to!” she said pretty fast I almost missed it, she giggled and I thanked her. Just then a blonde guy with green eyes appeared by Ninos side, they did a handshake that looks like they made up before turning their attention to us. 

                                       “Hey girls.” the blonde greeted Alya and Marinette as his eyes looked at me. Woah, now that’s green.

                                        “You must be the new girl. I’m Adrien.” he said with his hand out. I looked at his hand taken aback a bit, before placing mine in his with a shake.

                                        “Isabella.” we let go and I smiled.

                                       “Sorry about the whole hand shaking, I’m just adapted to it.” he said scratching the back of his hand. Before I could say a word Marinette blurted out.

                                       “HE’S A MODEL.” she froze before giggling. “I mean, he’s a model for his father, the fashion designer, Gabriel Agreste! Which I admire his work, ya!” Marinette said smiling with her teeth as Alya let out a small sigh. 

                                        Gabriel Agreste? The name sounds familiar but I can’t quite place it.

                                       “Yeah my father.” Adrien slightly chuckled, looking to the ground then back up to us.

                                       “Anyways!” Alya clapped her hands together. “If you have time after school, I’d be more than happy to show you around the school so you can get the flow of things.” Alya offered. My sister does have her own key and mom won’t be back until evening, so I have plenty of time to look around the place.

                                        “That’d be great Alya!”

                                        “Ah, I hate to cut in like this, but Alya, we’ve got a date with the penguins after school.” Nino spoke up as Alya’s face changed instantly, she face palmed herself.

                                         “How could I forget!.” she muttered shaking her head.

                                         “We’re pairs for our project in Ms. Mendeleive’s class about the environment change in Antarctica, so we’re going to visit the penguins at the zoo to spice up this boring assignment.” she explained.

                                         “I’m so sorry girl, I totally spaced.” she apologized.

                                         “No, it’s fine.’ I said reassuring her. She shook her head.

                                         “How about tomorrow? I can definitely do it tomorrow!” she offered again.

                                          “or I can show you around today?” Marinette said, smiling. “I already finished Ms. Mendeleive’s project and I don’t have anything going on after school, I’d be happy to show you around!” Alya nodded in agreement.

                                         “Sure, sounds like a plan!” I confirmed.

                                          “If you’re looking for some fun after school activities, we’re always looking for new recruits, I’m part of the fencing club! If you’d like, Marinette can bring you by and you can see everyone in action.” Adrien suggested, I nodded.

                                          “Okay, we’ll stop by.” I said, right as the school bell rang.

                                          We exchanged smiles as we walked up the stairs and to Ms Bustiers class.

                                          As we entered I stopped to glance around the room. There is eight sets of tables and benches, stairs up the middle dividing them. Everyone took their seats as I stood awkwardly in place.

                                          The blonde girl from earlier, Chloe entered the classroom with a strut, I quickly moved back as she made no eye contact with me and plopped in her seat. I bit my lip looking at the door for any sign of the teacher but she has yet to come in. I looked towards Marinette and Alya who sat behind Adrien and Nino, Alya motioned me over, so I did.

                                           “You good, girl?” Alya questioned, I nodded.

                                           “Just a little nervous.” I admitted, this time she nodded.

                                           “I get you. I was new last year and I was about to go out of my mind until I met this girl.” Alya said nudging her, as she laughed.

                                           “Hey!” Nino half whispered yelled, as Marinette, Alya and Adrien laughed. I smiled as the teacher walked in. I hurried down the stairs towards Ms Bustier. She set some papers down on her desk as she turned towards me with a warm smile.

                                           “You must be Isabella.” she offered her hand and I shook it.

                                            “I’m Ms. Bustier, and welcome to our class! I’m so glad you can be apart of our homeroom!” she said letting go of my hand. turning towards the class just as the red head girl with the glasses came rushing in, Ms. Bustier looked towards her, motioning for her to sit. She did just that, basically running to the table where Chloe is sitting and sat down.

                                           “Class, this is our newest student, Isabella Nicholas, please give her a warm welcome!” Ms Bustier said sweetly. Some of the students shouted greetings as the rest clapped, and I felt heat warming my cheeks, this is to much.

                                           “It’s not everyday we get a student from America to join our school.” She said turning to me, I gulped.

                                            “As much as I’d like for you to tell us a little bit about yourself, I’m afraid we’re behind as it is.” she said with a frown then instantly smile.

                                           “Do you have any hearing or trouble with your eyesight?” She questioned, I shook my head.

                                           “Great! You can take a seat next to Lila in the back, please.” she said with her hand out, I looked up to meet eyes with the girl I saw talking to Chloe earlier, she smiled widely and waved the slightest. As I made my way up the stairs, I heard Marinette whispered “Good Luck” 

                                            Lila scooted over and patted the empty spot next to her, as I wasted no time to sit. She smiled at me and whispered.

                                           “Nice to meet you Isabella, I can already tell we’re gonna be great friends!��� I smiled back as Ms Bustier began the lesson.

                                                 *            *           *

                                           Throughout the rest of the day was pretty much the same. Introduced. Seated. Learning. Then I meet the girls Alya talked about and they’re honestly the sweetest, especially Rose, they made me feel welcomed. 

                                          Just a few minutes ago the final bell rang and everyone was released. Nino and Alya already departed and so did the rest of the girls, now it’s just me and Marinette as she’s showing me the locker room that’s I’ve already been in but I don’t have the heart to say anything.

                                          “This is my locker and this is Adrien’s.” she said Adrien’s name sweetly. It didn’t take me long to understand how Marinette felt about Adrien, she made herself pretty clear when we first met this morning, the way she talked about him, stuttered and even looked at him, honestly the only reason I agreed to Adrien’s suggestion for the fencing club was I thought Marinette would enjoy it. I have no interest in any physical activity, that’s just me.

                                           “Oh!” Marinette said snapping out of her daze, she smiled walking towards the front door.

                                           “This is the way to the fencing club!” she said peeking out of the closed blinds. I smiled, She really does have crush. I accidentally laughed which caused her to break away from the curtains to look at me with a confused face.

                                            “Oh, do you not want to see the club?” she questioned with sadness in her voice.

                                             “Oh no no no, it’s not that! I still want to see the club, I’m interested!” this time it was me who talked really fast. She smiled and opened the door. We walked out of the locker room to be greeted by the sight of people fencing. Marinette smiled wider looking over the sea of white uniforms, I stood next to her doing the same. Everyone was really into their zones, the sounds of metal clashing together echoed the whole court.

                                              “Let’s sit over there.” Marinette pointed to a bench, nodding, we walked over and sat down still admiring all the talented fencers. I don’t know the first thing that comes to fencing, quite literally nothing, all I know is you wear a uniform to protect yourself and say en-garde to start, other than that my knowledge is quite embarrassing, I just hope no one asks me why I am here in the first place.

                                             “Aren’t they good?!” Marinette squealed still looking over the crowd in front of us.

                                             “Very!” I said, connecting eyes with the coach. I quickly looked away as I can see from the corner of my eye he was approaching us. Oh no.

                                             “Ah, Marinette, do you intend to try out again?” the teacher asked, Marinette quickly shook her head. 

                                             “Ahhh! No Mr. D’Argencourt! I’m here with my friend Isabella Nicholas, she’s new to school and wanted-” Marinette got cut off by Mr. D’Argencourt.

                                              “New student? Why yes! Would you like to try out?” he questioned me. Oh. No.

                                             “Well, I-”

                                             “Of course you do! Silly to even question!” He cut in.

                                             “Actually-”

                                             “What size are you? Oh never mind, I’m sure we have a small, lemme go check the rack!” He cut me again this time walking away towards the rack full of uniforms. I blinked a couple of time processing what just happened, Marinette sighed.

                                              “I’m sorry Isabella, I should of said something to help.” Marinette frowned, right then someone approached us, clad in their uniform. Me and Marinette looked at the person as they took off their guard mask revealing a smile Adrien.

                                              “You girls came, so what do you think Isabella?” Adrien questioned. What do I think? I think I’m about to make a fool of myself in front of every person in this room!

                                              “I think Mr.D’Argencourt got carried away by Isabella’s presence, he’s literally getting her a uniform as we speak.” marinette said as we all glanced at the coach rummaging through the rack on high speed.

                                             “So I take that fencing is not for you then?” Adrien asked with a side smile. I can’t lie, I shook my head. He chuckled.

                                             “Don’t worry, I can talk him out of this.” with that, Adrien walked over to the coach, with a few exchanged words the coaches body slouched as his head hung low, as if he’s been defeated. Adrien made his way back over to us with a nervous smile.

                                              “Everything’s good.” he said with a thumbs up.

                                              “I hope I didn’t cause to much trouble.” I said.

                                              “No, he’s fine! I explained I invited you girls to watch us practice, he’s taking it... well.” Adrien hesitated but smiled again. If I didn’t know better, I would of sworn Marinette melted into a puddle just then, I swore I heard her sigh happily.   

                                               “Thanks for talking to him, Adrien.” I said.

                                                “No problem.”

                                                “Oh, Isabella, if you’re still free, would you like to go over to my place? My parents run a confectionery and I’m sure I can hook you up with some Macaroons.” Marinette asked. Well, you can’t go wrong with macaroons. especially ones from Paris! I think I have enough time to spend with Marinette.

                                                “Yeah, I’m still free, that sounds great!”

                                               “I’d offer you to join us Adrien, but I feel like I already know the answer.” Marinette said with disappointment in her voice, yet she smiled small. Adrien frowned and nodded.

                                                 “I wish I could but father would never let me skip practice especially to just hang out. Sorry.” he said with disappointment in his voice. Marinette just nodded understandingly before standing up.

                                                 “Well I hope someday you can join me-US I mean us for some pastries.” Marinette said smiling widely now, Adrien nodded with half a smile.

                                                  “Maybe someday.” he said low.

                                                 “Adrien, it is time for the final match!” Mr. D’Argencourt called out. Adrien nodded towards him before turning back to us.

                                                 “Well, I’ll see you girls on Monday.” Adrien said before putting on his guard mask and rejoining the group. Marinette gave one last look to him before I stood up to follow her out of the school. We came to the traffic light and stopped, the roads just as busy as they were this morning.

                                                 “So, you and Adrien, huh?” I questioned. Wait why did I just say that? Marinette squeaked and looked towards me with wide eyes. She stared at me like that for a second, as her eye twitched, soon she let out a small laugh.

                                                  “What?! Pfttt, no! He’s my friend!” she said smiling with a roll of her eyes, I just stared back at her. She looked back at me and we stared at each other for a good 10 seconds before she broke.

                                                 “IS IT REALLY THAT OBVIOUS?” She hunched over covering her eyes. I patted her shoulder.

                                                 “Well no... but yes.” I said as she groaned. She looked up from her hands and stared directly into my eyes.

                                                 “Please don’t tell anyone about this ESPECIALLY Adrien! I mean, Alya and Nino already know and there’s Chloe but that’s a long story, oh and the girls know as well, but Adrien can not know! Or even worst, Lila! Please don’t tell her!” Marinette rambled and begged.

                                                  “It’s okay Marinette! I promise I won’t tell a soul!” I promised, which I intend to keep. She smiled and stood up straight.

                                                “Thank you Isabella.” she said relieved.

                                                “You guys really do make a cute couple.” I added and she beamed.

                                                “We do?! WE DO DON’T WE! I could imagine us getting married and having three kids and a little tiny hamster!” she jumped up and down, as the cars stopped for us to cross. When we got to the other side, Marinette stopped before entering.

                                                “Alright before we head in I gotta warn you. My parents, well my dad can be a bit.” she tossed her hands back and forth.

                                                “Embarrassing, completely embarrassing.” she said folding her arms looking away.

                                                “I know a thing or two about embarrassing parents, it’s okay Marinette.” I reassured her. She smiled and opened the door as we walked in.

                                                “Welcome!” two voices boomed.

                                                “Ah, if it isn’t my daughter and I see she brought a friend that’s not Alya today! Good job, honey! Way to extend!” her father, a very tall man with a mustache approached us followed by his wife I assume.

                                                “Dad.” Marinette groaned hugging both her parents.

                                                “So who is this Marinette? I don’t believe I’ve seen her around before.” the woman said with a smile. She is much shorter than her husband with short hair, almost the same color as Marinettes.

                                                 “This is my new friend, Isabella. She just moved here from America!” Marinette beamed, as they both looked surprised.

                                                 “Isabella, this is my dad Tom and my mom Sabine.” Marinette introduced them.

                                                 “Pleasure to meet you.” I said, fidgeting my hand not knowing if I should shake their hands or not. Sabine smiled and bowed slightly as Tom put his hand on his wife’s shoulder.

                                                 “You as well.” Sabine said.

                                                 “Well! Since all the formalities are out of the way, why don’t you and Isabella try some of my new strawberry kiwi croissants! They’re just a test of course, for our summer special next year but it’s always good to be prepared!” Tom said gesturing to a tray of pink flaked with green kiwi shreds topped with melted sugar croissants. 

                                                 “Oh they look good dad!” Marinette complimented walking towards the tray as I followed, she picked up two and handed me one.

                                                 “Cheers” she said as we tapped our croissants together before taking a bite. The thought of kiwi in a croissant isn’t really ideal, but somehow he managed to mix all the flavors so perfectly, they clash together tastefully! I must of made a face because both Tom and Sabine laughed.

                                                “These are outstanding!” I said examining what left I had of my croissant as I heard Marinette agree.

                                                “This is my first real pastry of Paris and it has truly blown me away!” Tom smiled as if he tried to hold back tears, Sabine patting his arm.

                                                “Thank you.” he said.

                                                “But this can not do.” he said, tightening up his apron.

                                               “Dad?” Marinette questioned as Tom walked closer to me.

                                               “You need to try everything!” he said grabbing a tray that was covered in foil to reveal a nicely stack of pink, yellow and green Macaroons. He handed me the tray.

                                                “Pink champagne, Marmalade and Pistachio! Please try each one!” he said cupping his hands together in anticipation.

                                                “Dad!” “Tom!” Marinette and Sabine said at the same time giving Tom warning looks. Tom rolled his eyes before added.

                                                “That is, if you’d like.” he smiled.

                                                “Uh, sure, three wouldn’t hurt! Plus, I’ve always wanted to try a authentic Macaroon!” I said grabbing one of each flavor.

                                                “That’s the spirit!” Tom said putting the tray back on the counter. I tried the Pink champagne first. Oh boy! The texture was smooth, the jelly is like what I’d dream a pink cloud tasting like, it’s absolutely yummy!

                                                 “That was unlike anything I’ve ever had before, it’s so good it didn’t even taste real!” I said as Tom smiled even wider. Marinette cleared her throat.

                                                 “Dad, I’m not allowing Isabella to stay down here and be your personal taste tester.” Marinette said folding her arms, as Sabine agreed.

                                                 “Let the girls enjoy some time to their selves, Tom. I’ll help you decipher the Macaroons.” Tom frowned but nodded understandably.

                                                 “Alright, have fun girls.” Tom said brushing his hands on his apron. Marinette tapped me to follower her, so I did. As we climbed the stairs, I finished both of the other macaroons that were just as good, possibly even better? Soon we came to a halt at a door. Marinette dug out a key from her purse and unlocked the door. We walked in to the living room but Marinette continued towards more stairs, I just kept following. We soon came to a hatch and she pushed it up opening it. After we climbed up, I took this chance to admire her bedroom.

                                                Pink. There’s a lot of pink in this room, a pink rug that lays in the middle of her room, pink dresser up against a wall, pink walls, pink sofa, another pink dresser, pink pillows and I can only imagine what her bed looks like, but I’m sure it’s pink.

                                                “Cute room.” I said still glancing around, she smiled.

                                                 “Thanks! But lately I feel the need for a renovation. My walls are screaming pre-teen!” she said with a laugh, walking towards her desk, as she sat down in her chair.

                                                 “Oh yeah? What would you want to change?” I questioned sitting on the edge of her sofa.

                                                 “I’d totally repaint the walls white again, make it a little brighter you know? And if I could, I’d get a darker set of hard wood flooring.” she said spinning around in her chair, staring at where her bed is.

                                                “and extend the bed space, it can get crammed at times!” she added now looking at me.

                                                 “So, tell me Isabella, what was your life in America like? I’m sure it was awesome!” She asked resting her elbows on her knees. Awesome? Not really, it was just.. basic. I have friends and family back home of course, they made my life enjoyable I never payed much attention to my country, I basically took it for granted.

                                                 “Eh” I squeaked out.

                                                 “Eh?” Marinette repeated.

                                                 “It was.. average. I mean, my friends and family back home, they’re the ones who made me enjoy living there and that’s what I miss most about. It’s just like any other family, with a pest of a sister and a workaholic mom, it was just average.” I said, speaking truthfully.

                                                 “Ah, I’ve always wanted a sister or even a brother but of course they’d have to be younger than me.” Marinette said rotating back and forth in her chair with a laugh.

                                                 “Well you’re lucky, you never had to share and fight for your stuff every single day, you get more attention from your parents being the only child, at times I wish I was.” I said, Marinette laughed.

                                                  “Yeah when you put it that way I guess I am lucky.” we both laughed.

                                                  “So, how about that crush?” I teased as she blushed but shook her head.

                                                  “As much as I fantasize about our relationship growing into something more, I can’t help but feel like we’re never going to happen.” she said looking at her hands with a half smile.

                                                  “Don’t say that, I’m sure if you keep up the pace you’ll be a couple in no time, just keep doing what you’re doing, be you.” I said walking over to her, she shook her head again.

                                                  “Not when he has a potential girlfriend.” she murmured, I raised an eyebrow.

                                                  “But I like to dream, it keeps me going.” she said smiling again, I smiled back, looking up.

                                                  “Where does that lead to?” I questioned looking a the hatch above me.

                                                  “The balcony, wanna go up?” she asked standing up, I nodded and followed her to the balcony. I looked at all the buildings getting a good view, and part of the Eiffel Tower is in sight. I leaned on her rail staring at the Eiffel Tower.

                                                  “Have you been there yet?” she asked referring to the tower, shook my head.

                                                  “Haven’t had the time to really do much of anything.” I said, as she looked at me.

                                                  “How long do you plan on staying in Paris? Or have you moved here permanently?” she asked.

                                                  “I’m not sure myself. My family and I moved here for my mom’s promotion to extend the Clementines Industry business to Paris, and as long as that’s doing good, I could be staying here for years.” I told her as her jaw dropped.

                                                   “Clementines? No way! I heard about that fashion line, but I never knew it moved here!”

                                                   “Well the grand opening is happening a week from today down at Rue de Rivoli, you can totally come and bring the girls too.” I suggested as Marinette smiled wider.

                                                  “For real? Don’t we need passes or something?” she questioned.

                                                   “Well, my mom being the ceo and manger guess has it’s perks.” I said as she pushed herself off the rail and hugged me. We both then pulled away smiling.

                                                   “Thank you Isabella! It’s so kind of you.”

                                                   “Anything for a friend.”