Ladybugs always have luck on their side, well, Marinette Dupen-Cheng was having a blast proving that wrong today.

She already was almost late for school, with Tikki's frantic screaming waking her up, with her lazily let down hair showing her exhaustion from last night as her other ego. But this was worst, much worse. She barely noticed how thick the bundle was held in her shaking hands, her curled fist threatening to rip the thick paper.

"Isn't it wonderful?!", Her best friend, Ayla, head of the Ladyblog, squealed in ultimate delight. Ayla crashed the papers to her chest in excitement, barely noticing the fear in Marinette's eyes.

Marinette could easily rich the whole stack of papers in Ayla's hands, pin her to the locker and ask what the hell she is thinking, but she couldn't squeak a word out. She stared at the large bolder title taunting her on the stapled stack.

Parisian beauty's presents: The Cat and the Lady, sponsored by The Paris Art company

Oh Shit. This couldn't be happening. Chat would be laughing on the floor by now, joking about how none of these lines are probably not even like them at all, or just laughing at the though of some people playing them.

A play, held at her school, about her and her dorky partner. This can't be happening.

"And-", Ayla held up a finger, "You can't audition!"

What?!

"You are chosen, and our cla!ss is chosen to divide the parts!", Ayla was practically bouncing, and the heroine could only freeze in horror. Chosen?

What if Sabrina is chosen to play herself?

Or even Chloe?

The thought caused a shiver to run down her spine, and a loud bang sounded before the hallway got quiet starring at her in disbelief. Her eyes widened as she toke in the large hole she just punched into her locker. The eyes starred before turning back uninterested.

She held her face in her hands. Chat Noir is her partner, and Marinette even met him out of Ladybug, which he given the affectionate kiss and nickname Princess last time she saw him. Ayla ignored her.

"Cheer up, Mari! What if Adrien got Chat Noir and You got Ladybug?!"

God. That's WORSE.

She can barely talk to Adrien or even sputter out a word near him. She couldn't master her lines with HIM around if he got Chat Noir. And saying luck wasn't on her side today, karma would love to make her day worse.

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Class came before she knew it, with ten minutes left of class. Ayla had to join their teacher at the front of the class with the same stack of paper clasped to her chest. Marinette slammed her head on their shared table, causing attention to go onto her again.

Adrien however, saw the gesture and winced. He saw the punch she busted into her locker, which any normal, shy, beautiful young woman can't do. She was a mystery. His princess.

The Love of his life.

It wasn't that he didn't love Ladybug, he did. But the truth was, his two loves were one of the same, and of course, she didn't know he for for a fact is her Chat Noir. But he knew both sides of her. His Lady. He suspected for a while after facing a woman who called herself 'Lovestrucker' and got hit with one of her bolts, that made him helplessly in Love with his Lady.

Nothing changed really. He was already helplessly in love with his Lady.

She was powerful, strong and Badass in her Nights, and still strong but shy in the daytime. And seeing her exhausted, hair beautifully gracing her shoulders, just knew something was going to happen. Bad Luck was attracted to him after all.

"Class, We have brilliant news", Their drama teacher, Mrs. Bearlock,clashed her hands together, motioning to the board which was covered with the projection screen hiding the secret text underneath.

"We were chosen to be produce the school's yearly play!", The teacher started walking up and down the lanes between the desks, "And with the biggest budget in our school's history!"

"Ayla, would you play do the honors?", Mrs Bearlock smirked at the blogger, who nodded in excitement.

"Guys, the SET team had voted for the topic of our production, and the topic is our own Parisian-", Ayla curled her fingers over the handle of the screen, "CAT NOIR AND LADYBUG!"

The screen zipped up revealing the names written in expo marker, and Adrien followed Marinette's lead and slapped his forehead lightly. A silence. Than screams of joy that had to reach the next classroom.

Stupid Karma. Now he saw was his lady was upset. He glanced at Marinette, who glanced back, obviously too tired to deal with this shit right now.

"Our idea had gotten the famous Paris School of Arts to fund, and channel 4 is too going to make a TV special out of this event!", The teacher joined Ayla in the front again, "-this is also 20 percent of your grade."

Groans followed, and Marinette groaned into the desk.

Mrs Bearlock ignored the groans with a smirk, and picked up some scripts with Ayla. "First up, we have Rose as Stormy Weather."

She tossed the script to Rose. The words blurred to him, as the roles were cast, everyone waiting for who would get the featured roles.

Two thumps were heard in unison, scaring Marinette to fall off her chair, and he saw a script on hers and his own space. "Adrien and Marinette-", a smirk formed on her face, "You are Chat Noir and LadyBug."

Wait, WHAT? He heard Plagg's light snickers in his ears, and saw Marinette's head fall on her desk in unison with him. This can't be happening.

His Lady and him played by his Lady and him.

"Our first rehearsal is next week, and will continue for 4 and a half months, our first will be learning simple punches and kicks, and certain moves for your character, and you will be sweaty. Next, is acting and lines and a quick run test of the show."

She passed out the schedule along with each an two subject five star notebook of various colors. "I want Notes in here by tomorrow. Class dismissed."

The bell echoed as students gathered their stuff. He lakes over to Marinette who gasped at the sight of him, other students glanced at him as he passed.

"Marinette?"

She let out a surprised squeak, blushing. "A-Adrien!"

He smiled, "Hey Marinette. Can we go practice lines at your house?"

She blushed, "S-Sure. That's is...fine with me. Or fine with you", She rubbed her neck, holding the script to her chest.

He held out his arm, "Completely fine with me, Ladybug."

"Also fine with me, C-Chat Noir", She accepted his arm after a few moments, allowing a small nervouos smile.

And with that, he and his lady were off to practice themselves.