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Chat Noir perked up. “Wait, whoa, you just gave me a timeframe,” he said, grabbing her elbows. “Ladybug, are we really doing this? You’re not just saying it, right? Are we really gonna be able to be friends as civilians? You’re actually making plans for it?”
“Yeh-Yes,” Ladybug uttered, attempting to keep a coherent line of thought. “O-Of course I want to be with you as a—I MEAN, sorry! Not like with you, I mean hang out with you, like any other friend. Not that you’re any other friend, you’re Chat Noir, my best friend, not any friend—”
“This is so awesome!” Chat Noir pulled her into a tight hug, making Ladybug dizzy in a love haze. “We’ll be able to do so much together! We could go bowling, or to the arcade… Oh! We could study together, visit each other! Maybe even go on double dates. How cool would that be?”
Ouch, Ladybug whimpered internally at the idea of seeing Chat Noir with someone else. Why did he have to move on two days after she finally fell in love with him?
“Yeah,” she whispered as she pulled away. “It all sounds great. But not yet. I need to finish… what I’m doing first. I’m very stressed about it, and I don’t think I could give you my full attention, so I'd rather wait to do it right.”
Chapter 7 of Rattled is up. Check out my contribution for the @mlbigbang, updated every Saturday.