The Trip: Chapter 7

                                    

                                          
Alya looked at her best friend on her bed. "Hey Mari! What's up?" Alya asked, though she already knew exactly what was up. She hadn't seen Marinette this defeated since she accidentally sent a voicemail to Adrien, in which she professed her love and called him "hot stuff" 
                          
"I'm great Alya. Juuuuust fantastic." Marinette's words were muffled, as she refused to lift her head from the mattress. Although she couldn't se her face, Alya could feel Marinette rolling her eyes. 
                          
"Girl we all know you are a terrible liar. What's going on?" Alya took a seat on her bed beside Marinette. She gave her a comforting pat on the shoulder. Mari sat up and started to look through her suitcase. "I have to spend the rest of the trip at Adriens house..." she mumbled as she continued to rummage in her bag. "Girl that's great! You can finally get some one on one with Adrien without Chole screaming 'AdRiCkiNs' and jumping on him!" 
                          
Marinette found what she was looking for, what seemingly was a white shirt or something, and placed it on her lap. "Yeah I know Alya...but that's also the issue! I won't have anything to save me from my stuttering! This is a disaster!" Marinette hung her head and clenched the fabric. " Can we please stop talking about it? Here." She held the garment out towards Alya. "I made this for you. I hope you like it." Alya unfolded the fabric to reveal a beautiful duster. "Wow Mari! You made this?? For me! Let me try it on!" 
                          
Marinette giggled a little, happy to have something else to think about. "Yeah! It's a bathing suit cover up. Maybe we could go to the pool? It's only a few blocks away and it's like 70 degrees..." 
                          
"That's a great idea Marinette! I'll go get change-" there was a knock on Alya's door. "-uhh...come in?" The door was gently opened to reveal a black cat. He looked like he had gone through something awkward.
                          
Alya fangirl squealed. "Chat Noir is in my house-no-in my room!! How do you feel about an interview for the ladyblog???" 
                          
"Jeez Alya the guy hasn't even said two words yet! Hey, you ok Chat Noir? You look like something weird just happened." 
                          
A FEW MOMENTS EARLIER 
                          
(Chats POV) 
                          
I knocked on Alya's front door. Her mom opened it and gave me a suspicious look. 
                          
"Oh. Hello Chat Noir. Is something wrong? Was Alya chasing a dangerous scene again??"
                          
Chat Noir was slightly taken aback by all the sudden questions. "Uh-um-uh-no ma'am...I'm here- for a-uh- interview-for the um bloglady-I mean the Ladyblog...can I come in?"
                          
Ms. Cesár looked at him suspiciously. "Ok...Alya didn't mention any interview or meeting...but you are the super hero of Paris...so I guess you may come in."
                          
Her eyes followed him as he walked up the stairs (A/N: Are there stairs in Alya's house? I don't remember. Screw it. It's a AU.) and turned into the hall and knocked on Alya's door.
                          
 (Back to present)
                          
"Oh yeah I'm good." 
                          
He got through a sentence without stuttering. He had no idea how Marinette learned to control this. He could barely do it for a mere 4 words. 
                          
Fantastic.
                          
One down. 
                          
So many to go.