Beep Beep I'm a sheep. lol.

*edit* thanks Godzilla_king_of_monsters for the much better summary. i did change the wording a bit, but it's still the same thing. thanks everyone on ifunny for your ideas. please keep your ideas and suggestions coming; they help me become a better writer. *end of edit*

anyway, this started as a short story and kinda evolved. since it ended up being so long (and i didn't want to upload a 20 page short story when everything was said and done) I wrote myself a good stopping point for now and will continue on the rest of this later. i promise the last chapter of Fashion Wars is coming... i just needed a break from that story and usually my breaks result in shorts... yeah, not the case this time. idk how long this will end up, but the first chapter ended up being 9 pages on word with a 14 point font (cuz I'm blind).

anyway, tell me what y'all think and if i should even continue.

~inudigifan201

Ch, 1. Beep

*Beep* *Beep*

Final warning.

She hadn't been quick enough to get away. She was about to reveal herself to her partner. It didn't help he had grabbed her arm and was rambling on about something.

All she could hear was her earrings beeping.

*Beep* *Beep*

This was it.

That familiar rush of energy came over her and Tikki flew out tired and hungry.

Chat's eyes became huge as he looked her over. "Princess?" He almost whispered. "It's been you all along?" Happy tears welled up in his eyes as he smiled wide. "How have I been so blind?" He pulled her into a hug.

Hum, not the reaction she was expecting. She thought he'd be mad. She shrugged it off and hugged him back for a moment. Perhaps she was worried about him finding out for nothing.

It wasn't that she didn't want him to know, she was just worried she'd disappoint him. She was well aware of his crush on her, and if this reaction was anything to go by, then he loved her more deeply than she originally thought.

Of course, it didn't help that after valentine's day she found herself a little more self-conscious around him. She didn't understand why, but she figured it had something to do with the fact that he was her first kiss and that she broke the spell he was under with said first kiss. It didn't help that she looked up every fairy tale she could get her hands on and the ones with happy endings (the Disney ones anyway) it was always true loves first kiss that broke the spells… was she in love with Chat Noir?

"I'm so glad it's you." He whispered in her ear. "I was beginning to think I was a jerk for falling for two girls at the same time. But," She could hear his smile. "I fell for the same girl twice."

Wait! What? Fell for the same girl twice? He knew her personally?

She stepped back and broke their embrace. "We know each other outside of the masks?"

He nodded as he held her hands. "Yes." He gently bowed to her and kissed her knuckles. He then rose back to his full height and gave her a warm smile. "I'm…"

"Marinette!" They turned to find Alya standing behind them. "I've been looking everywhere for you!" She approached them and tapped her foot. "What are you still doing here Chat Noir?" She lit up with a smile. "Can I have an interview?"

"Maybe next time. I was checking on Miss Dupain-Cheng and was about to escort her home… since that last akuma was after her and all. Gotta do my super hero duty and protect civilians from harm and make sure they get home alright." He flashed her a million-euro smile. "Shall we?" He turned back to Marinette and held out his hand for her to take.

She shrugged and took his hand knowing she pretty much had no choice in the matter. Luckily, Tikki had settled in her purse and Alya didn't see her. Also luckily, he hadn't used his Cataclysm. So he had plenty of time.

He grabbed his staff with his free hand and hosted her onto his back with the other in one foul swoop, somehow. She was impressed that he could even do that.

"Hang on Princess." He gave her a wink. She gulped and wrapped her arms around his neck. Sure, she trusted him, but at the same time, she wasn't used to traveling by his staff and she wasn't transformed at the moment.

Fortunately, the trip wasn't long because they were only a block away from her house. He touched down on her balcony with ease and gently let her down to her feet.

"Thanks for the save back there." She smiled at him.

He shrugged. "I know you'd do the same thing for me if it was reversed."

She nodded.

He blushed and scratched the back of his neck. "So about our earlier conversation…"

"Marinette." Tikki pulled her attention away from him.

She looked back up at him. "I need to feed my Kwami." She shrugged. "You wanna come in for a moment?" She pointed to the trapdoor with her thumb.

He blushed even more and his tail stood on end. "Y-your room?" His chest heaved.

She blinked at him for a second. "Yeah, you've been in my room before. What makes now any different?"

"Erm…." He tried to think of something, but his blush only got worse. "It's just…" He finally began. "I'm a guy… you're a girl… I guess we'll be alone…"

"We won't be alone; my Kwami will be there." She interrupted.

"Right." He sighed.

He seemed… sad. Sad that they wouldn't be alone. She shrugged it off and climbed into her room with him trailing after her.

"Want anything while I'm downstairs?" She looked over to him as he found himself a seat on her chaise.

His blush was back. "I'm-I'm good." He twiddled his thumbs. "Th-Thank you."

She then opened the trapdoor to the rest of the house and walked down the steps, closing the door behind her.

As soon as she was out of earshot, he picked up a pillow and squealed into it happily. He then noted the pillow smelled heavenly to his nose and took in the sent. He sighed dreamily as he replaced the pillow back where it belonged and decided to have a look around. Other than her room smelling like heaven and feeling overall homey, it was really pink. How had he not noticed any of this when he was there before? What was this, the third time he had been in her room? How had he not realized his Princess and his Lady were the same person? It seemed so obvious now.

His eyes then fell upon the wall above her computer. There, tacked and taped, were countless pictures of his civilian self. Some were magazine covers, some were ads, and a few were of him just goofing around when one of his friends (most of the time Alya) had out their camera phone. But what really caught his attention was the framed photo sitting on her desk. He stepped back and accidentally tapped her mouse causing her computer monitor to light up. He turned around and his faced paled. The background was a bunch of photo-shopped pictures of him with hearts swirling about.

He didn't know whether to be happy or furious. On one hand, there was significant evidence that she liked him back and he could reveal himself and they could date, get married, and live happily ever after and she wouldn't reject him. but, on the other hand, she was a fangirl and probably only liked him for his looks and money.

He hoped that wasn't the case and she would love him for him. But, if her wall and computer had anything to say, it was that she liked him for his looks and money like he feared.

"Hey!" He turned around and found her coming up the stairs. She seemed furious. "Who told you, you could just go through my stuff?!" She stromed over to him and cut her monitor off.

His tail flicked as he scowled. "So, this is why you shoot me down? Because you have a crush on Adrien Agreste? Am I right?"

She sighed as she sat down a plate of cookies he didn't even notice she had. "I have no chance with him, but yes." She pouted.

She was really lucky she was cute. "Why do you say that?" He couldn't stay mad at her.

She sat down in her computer chair and used her hand to hold up her head while her elbow rested on the desk. "Because he's so…" She sighed again. "Sweet, kind, smart…"

He couldn't believe his ears. She actually liked him… FOR HIM! or at least, a part of him.

"Talented, generous, loyal…" She grumbled. "He'll most likely marry Chloe so I don't even know why I even bother."

He blinked. This was news to him. He had no plan to marry Chloe. He honestly couldn't stand her anymore. "Chloe Bourgeois?" She nodded. "Why would he marry her?"

She shrugged. "He's known her the longest, they've been friends the longest, it only a matter of time before they start dating." She then pulled her knees to her chest and rested her head on them as her arms hugged her legs.

He didn't let her know, but he was disgusted at the idea of dating and marrying Chloe.

"And the worst part is that I'll never have a chance to tell him how I feel or that I want to get to know him better." She sighed again. She then gave a small laughed and smiled at him. "Wanna know something funny?"

He nodded.

"When we first met, I hated his guts because I thought he was just like Chloe." She giggled. "Now he's all I think about." She looked back up at him. "I'm sorry Chat, if I hadn't met Adrien, then I would totally give you a chance."

His heart threatened to beat out of his chest. He was his own rival! He desperately wanted to release his transformation, kiss her senseless and assure her that he she was the center of his universe, but he knew now was not the best time. He breathed a laughed. "He seems like a worthy rival then." He gave her a smirk.

She rolled her eyes. "No Cataclysm-ing him or something." She warned.

He put up his hands as a sign of surrender. "Wouldn't dream of it." He then crossed his arms as his tail swished. "Besides, I want you to be happy… and if it's not with me then, I don't like it, but I'm ok with it." No he wasn't. He was going to make sure he had her all to himself. Sure he was being slightly dishonest at the moment, but what's a moment of dishonesty for a lifetime of happiness and love?

She gave him a small smile. "Thanks Chat." She held up the plate. "Cookie?"

"Maybe just one." He shrugged and took one. He took one bite and swore he was having a foodgasm for the first time in his life. It was the only way he could described how he felt. The texture was fluffy, yet chewy at the same time. The chocolate melted on his tongue. It was a symphony of flavors that danced in his mouth that he almost didn't want to swallow.

"Have you never eaten a chocolate chip cookie before?" She tilted her head, obviously noticing his pleasure.

He gulped what he had in his mouth down so he wouldn't be rude. "I haven't had one in years, but the ones my mom made were never this good."

She gave a short giggle that set his heart aflame. "I'll pass your compliments to my parents then."

His tail formed a heart. "Oh… right, bakers." He blushed. "Duh."

She giggled again. This time it was a little more lose, like she was previously holding back her laughter. Just the sound awakened every sense he possessed. How he was so blind to this wonderful girl this whole time, he had no idea. All he knew was that they had to make up for lost time… and hide the fact that she got him a little too excited with just a breathy laugh. Dear god! He would not survive if she actually flirted with him since being just her friend was proving to be too much for him.

She stopped and seemed deep in thought as she nibbled on her own cookie.

She was too cute for him. GOD! He really wanted to detransform and kiss her till the end of time. But, he knew now was probably not the best time. No, he had to wait. He could wait…no he couldn't. He stuffed the rest of his cookie in his mouth to keep himself from saying something stupid or releasing his transformation. She would kill him if he detransformed now. No, he had begun to dig his own grave and he needed to get in it before he made things worse.

He could ask her out as Adrien, but he knew that wouldn't be fair. He knew her secret, but she didn't know his. Shit! He should have detransformed as soon as she did, or when they got to her balcony. That way he wouldn't be in the pickle he currently found himself. Although, he would have never learned of her crush on him. As much as he hated her not knowing… he was getting to know her better.

"Do your parents ever feed you?" She voiced her question. Sure, he said his mom baked a bit, but he said he hadn't had a cookie in years. She knew his was skinny. That suit of his left little to the imagination. Sure, he was fit, but he was still scrawny. He looked like you could poke him and he'd fall apart in a heap of bones and blonde hair.

He shrugged. "My father has me on this strict diet." He chuckled. "I probably shouldn't have eaten that cookie, but man was it good." His tail formed a heart as a light blush brushed his cheeks.

"Why?" Ok, now she was really concerned for her partner.

He blushed even more as he scratched his chin. "My father has me working for him and I have to stay a certain weight otherwise I can't do my job."

"But you're just a teenager. You can't be that much older than me. What kind of job makes you starve yourself?" She scowled.

Maybe he wasn't so in the hole after all. Maybe he could use her concern to his advantage. "I'm a model. My father is a fashion designer." Well, it's a start. There's lots of male models their age in Paris with fashion designer father's… right? That was normal, right?

She looked him up and down. She then cocked an eyebrow. "Why does that make so much sense?" She stood up and shook her head. "But still, you're a growing boy and you still need to eat."

His cat ears flattened on the top of his head and he rubbed his arm as his eyes scanned the floor. "I'm already pushing it with the cookie."

She was taken aback. Why did he look so ashamed?

He sighed. "I should go before my father sends the military to look for me." He started to make his way to her window. He stopped and twirled back around to flash her a warm smile. "We do know each other without the masks… I just act different. Although I feel like I can do and say whatever I want when I'm Chat Noir. Be the person I want to be. But…" He blushed again. "You make me want to be myself even without the mask." He gave her a two-finger salute, opened the window, and was soon hoping from one roof to another using his staff to keep himself from hitting the pavement.

She closed the window. What did he mean by that? You make me want to be myself even without the mask. Why couldn't he be himself all the time? Sure, she acted a little different while Ladybug, but not that much. She was still herself.

She didn't know too many models and he was adamant that they knew each other. I fell for the same girl twice. He had to be joking, right? She sighed. No, he wasn't. His eyes told her otherwise.

Wait! Model… over protective fashion designer father… blonde hair and green eyes… about her age… no, it couldn't be… could it? Could he be Adrien?