XYs Muse

XY’s Muse

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Chapter 9

Maribug has a late night talk with a certain blonde-haired musician

Swinging across Paris with Xavier should not have made Maribug’s stomach feel the way it did. It felt like a million butterflies were trapped inside her and they were trying to get out. It made her feel tingly and excited.

She couldn’t help but thank the gods that it was dark out. Otherwise, Maribug was sure that her whole face would be as red as her kwami.

When they arrived in his hotel room, Xavier gave the dark-haired girl a bright smile that would’ve made snow melt. “Thanks for the lift”

Maribug couldn’t help but smile back as she wrapped her arms around herself, missing the warmth Xavier’s body gave her, “It was no problem.”

“So…” he trailed on.

“So?” asked Maribug, hoping he would drop it.

“Are you okay?” Xavier asked bluntly, not being in the mood for the heroine’s obvious attempts to change the subject.

“I’m fine.” Maribug said, not meeting his eyes. Instead, she chose this moment to study his room.

This room was one of the biggest suites in the Bourgeois hotel. There was a king sized bed in the middle. It was messy though as if the person sleeping in the mattress didn't have time tidy up. There was a couch in front of the bed that faced a TV.

Even though Maribug might not like Chloe, her family sure knew how to do business.

A sudden gust of wind snapped her out of her thoughts. They left the balcony door open. She watched as Xavier rushed and closed the door before he turned back to her.

The way his eyes studied her made Maribug feel insecure. “So, are you okay?” he repeated.

“I’m fine.” her voice cracked. “It’s just hard being this super-perfect heroine all the time. It’s like people forget that i’m just a teenager.” Xavier sat down, gesturing for her to do the same. Maribug did. “You know you don’t have to do this alone, right?”

“Obviously.”

He winced, making Maribug feel bad for her outburst. “I mean, isn’t there someone you can talk too.” he started making frantic hand gestures. “I mean- sorry.” he sighed. “I suck at this.”

Maribug couldn’t help but give him a gentle smile. “You don’t have to rush. Just take a deep breath and gather your thoughts.”

He followed her instructions and repeated it.

One.

Two.

Three.

It took him three seconds to gather his thoughts. “Okay, what i’m trying to say is maybe you can talk to someone you trust. I know you won’t talk to me. You barely even know me, after all. But do you have a friend that you know will always be there for you, no matter what?” she nodded and he responded with a bright smile. “Then maybe you should tell her. It always helps if you have someone to talk to. It will definitely make things less stressful.”

Maribug nodded, seeing his point. But who did she have that would understand her. She didn’t have a lot of close friends left.

She felt something warm on her cheek. Maribug instantly tried to wipe it away. Why was she crying? She just finished a crying session a few hours ago. She only allowed herself to cry once every two weeks. This was one time too extra. She couldn’t afford to get akumatized. No one would be able to de-akumatize the akuma.

Out of the corner of her eye, Maribug saw Xavier hesitate before she felt his wrapped arms around her. He felt warm. Really warm. It was like there was a snowstorm outside and he was the only source of heat left in the world.

They stayed in that position for a few minutes, his warm arms around her petite body while she let more and more tears drop.

Another minute passed.

Then two.

Xavier slowly pulled his arms away, “You need to get some sleep.” he gently whispered “And think about what I said, okay?”

Maribug nodded, not trusting her voice.

The room was filled with a comfortable silence before Maribug opened her mouth, her voice cracking as she muttered, “I’m sorry for bothering you.”

“You’re not bothering me.” Xavier replied firmly, “But promise me that you’ll consider my advice and that you’ll get some sleep.”

Maribug gave him another soft nod, “I promise.” she gave him a pointed look, “But you better get some sleep too.”

“Don’t worry, I will” Xavier said, “I have a date after all.”’

She walked towards the balcony, giving him a soft smile before zipping away. Not aware of the fact her heart felt a little bit lighter.

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XY’s Muse

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Like I have stated before, this is my first fanfic. Please let me know what you think of it. Any kind of criticism will be welcome.

uploaded on 01/23/21

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Chapter 2

XY was staring at the ceiling. A week has already passed. And he still couldn't stop thinking about the day he spent with Marinette. It was the most fun he'd had in a while.

Before the whole Silencer fiasco, his father would not stop pressuring him to produce a new song. So when they met up for dinner and his dad came up with the idea of stealing someone else's music, he couldn’t bring himself to decline.

XY knew it was wrong.

But all he wanted was the chance to finally impress his dad. Bob Roth might not have the best attitude towards him, but he was all XY had left.

Xy already lost his mom. He would not lose his dad too.

At least, that's what he believed. He should've known that his father was just using him for money. According to his dad, money was the most valuable thing in life.

XY scoffed. He should've known better. He should've known that all his father thought of hi-

He felt a buzz in his pocket and his face immediately brightened. Marinette just texted him!

Marinette: what's up?

Marinette: have u been inspired yet?

Marinette gave XY the idea to just sit back and let inspiration hit him. It was a common idea but it was one that most people tend to forget in the long run.

XY: nothing much

XY: and nope.

XY: my dad has been pressuring me to come up with something tho

Marinette: ignore him

Marinette: he's just mad cause he can't get any ladies

The three dots popped up on his screen.

Marinette: OH CRAP I'M LATE

Marinette: TTYL.

XY rolled his eyes and smiled.

They've been texting back and forth these past few days. He's learned so many things about her and vice versa.

It was nice. It's been a while since XY has had a friend.

Maybe she'll be even more, XY couldn’t help but think as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Huh," XY said out loud. "Even more"

And just like that, inspiration for his next song hit him.

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Marinette was thinking of a certain blonde-haired, blue-eyed musician when she heard her phone ring.

"Tikki!" she screamed, staring at her phone as if it was Hawkmoth himself.. "He's calling me. XY is calling me."

Tikki sighed and floated next to Marinette, "Maybe you should answer it. It would be pretty rude to keep him waiting."

"Right, right," Marinette answered his call and hoped her voice didn’t sound as squeaky as she thought it did.. "Hey."

"Hey."

There was a moment of awkward silence.

Marinette didn’t know what to do. She glanced at the small goddess.

Tikki rolled her eyes at their awkwardness as she gestured to the phone. Ask him why he called you, she mouthed to Marinette.

Marinette nodded. That was a smart idea. "So," Marinette cleared her throat. "Why did you call me?"

"Right, Uhm." Marinette heard him shuffling around his room. "You know how you've been asking me if I was inspired and stuff?"

Marinette's eyes grew wide and a huge smile took over her face as she started to nod before remembering that he couldn't see her. "Yep." she eagerly said, "Did you find any?"

"Yes!" Marinette could hear the excitement in his voice. "I was actually wondering if you wanted to design the outfits for my music video."

Marinette's eyes looked shocked. "Yes!" she jumped around in excitement before remembering she was still in a call with XY. "Why me though?"

XY’s voice sounded confused.. "What do you mean, why you? You're literally perfect for it. You're talented. Plus, everyone loves your designs."

Marinette’s cheeks resembled a tomato. She has never been more thankful for the fact that he couldn't see her right now.

"Thank you." Marinette managed to mumble. "That really means a lot."

"You're welcome." XY said. Marinette had a feeling he was smiling though. "I have to go and have my dad listen to the demo. But I'll text you later, okay?"

"Yep," Marinette whispered and gave Tikki a cookie. "Good luck. I know that whatever song you came up with is gonna sound good. No matter what he'll say."

Marinette heard a faint "Thanks" from the phone before the call ended.

Marinette screamed into her pillow and looked up and saw Tikki look at her with amusement. “I think I like him.”

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"So, what do you think?" XY asked as his father finished listening to his song. "Is it bad? Do you think people will like it?"

Bob Roth grinned at his son. "This is a Masterpiece. Where did you find this?" He gestured to the video of XY singing the song, "Who did you steal this from?"

XY's proud smile immediately turned into a scowl. "What do you mean, who did I steal this from?" He yelled at his dad, his blue eyes glaring at him as he grabbed the demo from the table. "I made it. I came up with it myself." XY felt his eyes tearing up. "Something you would actually know if you thought of me as something more than a money-making machine."

How could he? XY thought as he climbed up the stairs. Is it that hard to believe that I could come up with something good?

XY slammed his door shut. "All I wanted was to prove to him that I wasn't a talentless son." XY put his hands on his face. "I just wanted to make him proud."

XY felt a buzz in his pocket and immediately knew that it was Marinette. After all, she’s the only one that ever texts him.

Marinette: how did it go?

Marinette: did he like it?

XY wiped away the tears that were starting to come out of his eyes. He couldn't help but smile. Marinette certainly had an effect on him.

XY: he called it a masterpiece

Marinette: yes! I knew he would like it.

XY: yeah

XY: but then he asked me who i stole it from

Marinette: THAT JERK

Marinette: WTF

Marinette: THAT's SO MESSED UP

Marinette: HOW COULD HE-

Marinette: DO YOU WANT ME TO BEAT HIM UP FOR YOU????

XY laughed at her text messages. He only started to text her and he already felt better.

XY: no, it's fine

XY: i actually yelled at him

Marinette: ...

Marinette: do you feel better?

XY: actually, yep.

XY: he's a really sucky father

Marinette: for some reason, a lot of the blondes i know have a toxic parent

Marinette: it's kinda sad

XY: maybe it's a paris thing

They texted back and forth, XY laughing at the memes Marinette sent.

XY: You're definitely a daughter of Athena

Marinette: ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )

Marinette: is that a percy jackson reference i see

XY: yep

XY: have u read the books?

Marinette: duh

Marinette: you haven't lived til you've read the books

Marinette: sadly, the movies sucked tho

XY: I KNOW

XY: ANNABETH WASN'T EVEN BLONDE

Marinette: EXACTLY!!

Marinette: SJSJSJSJSJSJ

 Marinette: THE MOVIES SCARED ME FOR LIFE

XY: oh yeah

XY: before i forget

XY: what's ur insta?

Marinette: which one

XY scrunched his eyebrows up in confusion.

XY: What do you mean by which one?

Marinette: i have two

Marinette: one as my personal one and the other one for commissions and stuff

XY: ohhh

XY: smart

Marinette: i know ;)

Marinette: my personal one is @Mdupaincheng and the one for my commissions one if @MDCdesigns

XY switched his apps and searched up Marinette's personal instagram. He clicked on the first result that came up.

The profile picture was Marinette in a blue, silky dress that went just above her ankle. There was a slit on her left leg that showed her knee. It was nighttime and Marinette was practically glowing under the city lights. She was staring at something on her right side, with one hand running through her silky black hair which was down for once.

She looked hot.

After XY stopped admiring her profile picture, he finally noticed her follower count.

She had 200,000 followers. 200,000.

It wasn't as high as XY's follower count, that was still quite a lot.

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XY: i didn't know u were insta famous

Marinette: wdym?  

Marinette: which acc

XY: ur personal one

XY: u have over 200k followers

Marinette thought that she read his text wrong. There's no way that Marinette had that many followers. 200,000? There was no way.

Marinette: ur lying

XY: I'm not.

XY: check ur acc

It's been a while since Marinette has logged onto her personal account. The hate she got the last time she's been signed in was too much for her and when Alya told her to log out and just focus on her other account, @MDCdesigns, she couldn't bring herself to argue against her.

Marinette hasn't even thought of that account since that day. So when she logged in and saw that XY wasn't lying, she accidentally dropped her phone in shock.

Tikki looked at Marinette with a questioning look.  

Marinette ignored her kwami and texted the blue-eyes boy back.

Marinette: HOLY SHIT

Marinette: I HAVE 200k FOLLOWERS

Marinette: HOW TF DID THAT HAPPEN

XY: when was the last time you checked ur acc

Marinette: about 3 months ago

Marinette: the media thought i was adrien's gf and his fangirls came at me

Marinette: i got a ton of hate and a friend of mine told me to log out and just focus on my @MDCdesigns acc

Marinette: so i did

Marinette: i haven't thought abt that acc since then

XY: the fangirls were probably just jealous

XY: it's been months so they probably calmed down

XY: I'm looking through the comments rn and so far the latest hate comment you've got was about 2 weeks ago

XY: you've got a bit of a fanbase yk

Marinette: WHAT DO I DO

Marinette: DO I JUST CONTINUE NOT TO POST OR SHOULD I POST SOMETHING ON MY STORY ABT HOW THANKFUL I AM FOR 200k

Marinette: HOW COME NONE OF MY FRIENDS TOLD ME ABT THIS

XY: don't post anything rn

XY: post a picture of yourself and the caption it something that shows ur thankful for the number of followers u received

XY: OH

XY: a few hours before u post the picture, make sure u post on ur story abt how ur back from ur break on social media

XY: that way ppl will understand why u haven't been active

XY: it'll also have ppl prepared for ur post and they'll be waiting for u to post it

XY: that'll give u more engagement and stuff

Marinette: thank u

Marinette: that was really helpful

Marinette: when should i post something?

Marinette: AND I STILL DONT KNOW WHY MY FRIENDS DIDNT SAY ANYTHING ABT THIS

XY: u told ur friend that u were taking a break from social media right?

Marinette: yes

XY: then they probably weren't expecting u to post anything so they weren't checking ur insta

XY: u should post something on the weekend

XY: that way ppl wouldn't bother u during school this week

XY: if u want i can help u come up with ideas tomorrow?

Marinette: yes, please!

Marinette: do u wanna come over

Marinette: we can plan it in my room so that ppl won't overhear us

XY: guess I'll see u tomorrow then

XY: just text me the time ur available and I'll be there

Marinette: make sure to wear a disguise tho!

Marinette: we got lucky last time and no tabloids caught us

XY: ur right

XY: we must've been really lucky if no one got a pic of us

XY: but okay

XY: I'll wear my best disguise

XY: goodnight, princess

Marinette blinked a few times, making sure she read the text correctly.

Princess.

Marinette: goodnight ♥

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This is what I’m taking about. This puts even more evidence to my post about how Marinette’s parents are rich.

As for Juleka and Luka, even if Jagged isn’t their dad, their mom is still pretty influential. She was one of Jagged Stone’s main guitarists as well. Not to mention that they should be pretty rich, I mean how else would they afford a house-boat.

Headcanon: Collège Françoise Dupont is a private school.

A lot of the students there are from relatively wealthy and/or influential families. Like, that’s obviously not the only reason to have a private school, but it lines up. Chloé and Lila both have politician parents, and a lot of the time, politicians send their kids to private schools for security reasons. Also, do you really think André or Chloé would be okay with her going to public school?

Then there’s Adrien, Alya, Marinette, and Alix.

Adrien’s father is rich af and was initially dead set against his son going to school. He only agreed after Adrien ran away multiple times, and I bet that he wouldn’t have done so if it wasn’t for the school being a private school and only a block away from their house.

Alya’s mom, while not Agreste-level wealthy, probably makes a pretty good living at Le Grand Paris. Enough to send her daughter to private school.

The same can be said for Marinette; her parents’ bakery is next to a park and almost right next to the Seine. If they can afford that piece of property, they can afford to send their daughter to private school.

Lastly in the “canonically wealthy parents” category is Alix, whose father is a historian at the Louvre and the director of the King Tut exhibit. That’s a pretty well-paying job, and given the thing with the pocket watch, I’d be willing to bet there are some other inventions the family is picking up royalties on.

Also, there’s the theory of Juleka being Jagged Stone’s daughter, but that’s another post.

Mireille and Aurore are both public television personalities, so they probably make enough money independently to go to private school, and their parents would probably want them to go for their safety.

Marinette's family is definitely rich

The building they own is five stories tall

The bakery is on the first floor

Her parent’s room and a bathroom is on the second floor

The third floor is the living room and a dining room

Marinette’s room is the entire fourth floor

Lastly, the balcony is on the fifth floor

Their house/building is also next to the Eiffel Tower, which is a super popular tourist destination. Not to mention that France is an expensive place to live in and their building is around a very nice place. The bakery is very popular as well. In the Christmas special, we can see that the bakery gets a ton of customers which includes the mayor and a famous news reporter. Jagged Stone also filmed a special in that episode which gave them even more publicity.

Marinette has a complete set of gadgets (computer, phone, tablet/iPad, etc.) and thousands of dollars worth of sewing supplies, which is not cheap at all.

They also have a lot of famous connections. Marinette’s mom is best friends with a famous news reporter and trust Marinette enough to babysit her only child. A famous rock star chose Marinette to design his album cover when his career was in trouble because of XY. Not to mention that cover that Marinette designed got the number one spot. Jagged Stone even chose their bakery to film his special episode on. Marinette has tons of connections on her own as well but that’s for another discussion. Lastly, Marinette’s uncle is a world-famous chef, so they probably have even more connections that we don’t even know about.

Another thing is that Marinette’s grandmother travels the world full time. Traveling is expensive so that’s another point for them being rich. Marinette’s grandmother also doesn’t seem like the type of person to accept money from her sons. So where would the money come from?

One last thing is the school that Marinette attends. That school is full of children with rich and influential parents. Juleka’s mom used to be a famous rock star who played alongside Jagged Stone. Alya is the daughter of a well-known chef and her sister is a famous wrestler. Alix’s dad is a famous historian. Mylene’s dad is an actor. Lastly, Chloe is the daughter of the mayor and a famous fashion designer/critique and they own a famous hotel branch as well. We also know that Chloe’s family would not send their only daughter to a public school or some random private school. Nope, they would only send Chloe to the best school in Paris. Plus, Chloe would throw a big tantrum if she wasn’t sent to a very expensive private school. It also makes sense since Adrien attends that school. Gabriel Agreste would not let Adrien attend some random public school. Especially since he wants Adrien to maintain the perfect Agreste image.

So yeah, I’m convinced that the Dupain-Cheng’s are rich. Who knows, they might even have more money than Chloe and Adrien but, they’re just more humble about it. Who knows? This would also prove my theory of Marinette being famous or/and an influencer to be true.

You wanted some salt how about Lila trying to get Marinette kicked off the end of the year class trip only and failing over and over only for Marinette to announce that she isn't even going on the trip because she is going to travel with her Nonna for the summer.

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XY’s Muse

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Chapter 6

Marinette was panicking. She couldn't breathe.

He asked her out on a date.

Xavier asked her out on a date.

She didn’t know whether she should jump around her room squealing with joy or scream in frustration.

She didn’t know what to wear.

“Tikki!” Marinette wailed, “What do I wear?”

The red kwami stared at her chosen with a bored expression. “Just pick one of those outfits.”

The dark-haired girl glanced at the clothes around her room before studying the outfits on her bed.

“Those clothes aren’t good enough.”

Tikki flew towards a dress and pointed at it. “You’re wearing that.”

“But-” Marinette tried to protest.

“You’re wearing that,” Tikki demanded.

Marinette could not bring herself to argue with the tiny goddess. She was simply too tired. Marinette let out a yawn. “Sorry bout’ this, Tikki,” Marinette murmured. Tikki’s sky blue eyes met Marinette’s tired ones. “I just don’t want to look stupid in from him.”

“You’re not going to look stupid.”

“You sure?”

Tikki rolled her eyes. Her chosen was just so oblivious sometimes.

How was it possible for someone to be so smart yet so dumb at the same time?

Tikki had no idea. She gave Marinette a glance.

Marinette was sitting on the edge of her bed looking so defeated. Her shoulders were hunched and her hair was a mess. She was clenching her fists, no doubt believing what she was actually saying about herself.

She looked so broken.

Tikki quickly flew to Marinette to give her a hug on her cheek. “You won’t look stupid, Marinette.” the flying kwami assured. “And even if you do, he won’t care. He saw all the posters of Adrien in your room, remember?” Marinette nodded and Tikki quickly smiled, “See, and even after that he helped you.”

“I know.” Marinette’s voice wavered.

As much as Marinette didn’t want to let Lila and Adrien’s remarks get to her. It just didn’t work. It still hurt.

A lot.

It didn’t help that Marinette read some of the comments on her recent Instagram post. At first, all the comments she saw were so supportive. But as Marinette kept scrolling, the comments quickly got worse.

It went from people insulting her looks to telling her that she wasn't worth it. That she should just kill herself. There were so many comments telling Marinette that she was just a waste of space. Telling her that she was useless and that no one would ever love her.

When enough people tell you the same things over and over again, you know it’s true.

It only took a few minutes before Marinette was ready to burst into tears. Luckily, she was able to hold it in until the bell rang, telling the student that it was time to go home.

By the time Marinette shut her trapdoor, her face was streaming with tears. She was stupid. She never should've posted that picture. She should've never listened to Xavier. She should’ve just left it alone.

Marinette glared at her phone.

Stupid.

Stupid.

Stupid.

Marinette felt tears on her cheeks and knew that her kwami was looking at her with pity.

It was the same look Tikki was giving her now.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” Tikki innocently asked.

“With those eyes. You feel bad for me. I hate it. I hate feeling like this. I hate feeling useless.”

Tikki shut her eyes before sitting on Marinette’s palm. “XY is right you know.” Marinette tilted her head in confusion. “You need to talk to someone about this.”

“About what?”

“About this.” Tikki’s voice was frustrated. She was a goddess. She was one of the most powerful beings alive. She was creation itself. So how come she can’t keep Marinette happy? “You’re not feeling okay Marinette.” Tikki was close to crying now. “Please.” her voice sounded so desperate it made Marinette want to give her kwami a hug. “Just talk to someone. Anyone.”

“I can't!” Marinette snapped. “There’s no one I can talk to. Nino and Alya won’t understand. They don’t know I'm Ladybug. They won’t understand why I’m so stressed. I can’t talk to Chat Noir because he’s a jerk. He’ll-” Marinette’s voice lowered. “He’ll try to use my emotional state to manipulate me and Xavier-” Marinette let out a harsh laugh. “I don’t want to bother him. He’s helped me enough. Especially since he gave me something to look forward to tomorrow.” Marinette gave Tikki a small smile. “He asked me on a date.”

“Then talk to me,” she whispered, floating next to Marinette’s side. “Please.”

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Growing up, XY had no friends. He was always alone. No one wanted to hang out with him. All he had was his mom and dad.

XY knew he looked a lot like his mom. Everyone told him that.

Maybe that’s why his dad hated him. XY had his mom’s golden blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. People often told XY that he had her soft smile as well.

As he grew up, his mom often told XY that he reminded her a lot of herself when she was younger. Hearing that always made XY smile. He always wanted to be like his mother.

His mother was the best person he ever met. She was always there for him. She reminded XY that she loved him whenever she could. She played with him when he had no one to hang out with. She gave him a hug whenever a kid was picking on him. And she always gave him the best advice.

XY thought he would be with his mom forever.

But she’s gone now.

XY missed her.

He missed her smile.

He missed her laugh.

He missed how she always gave him a warm hug whenever he went home crying because someone told him that he wasn’t worth anything.

And most importantly, he missed how she always reminded him that she loved him.

Now?

No one did.

XY crinkled his nose in disgust.

He was never close with his father. As he grew up, Bob Roth was just there. He was just another person in the house.

Looking back at it, XY wished he tried harder to have a relationship with his dad.

At least if he did, he wouldn’t feel so alone.

XY stared at his arms. He could see the faint outlines of the cuts he used to make after he found out that his mom was gone.

The cuts weren’t obvious. Just a little scratch whenever he felt like he needed to feel something.

The pain helped him feel better.

In fact, you could barely see the cuts now. You would need magnifying glasses to even notice that there was something on his arm.

XY let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He needed to get over himself.

He was just XY. A musician that stole music from other people. He was useless.

XY forced himself to shut his eyes. “Stop it.” he murmured to himself, “These thoughts won’t help you with anything.” He took a deep breath.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In. Out.

XY’s eyes snapped open and he groaned.

This wasn’t helping.

His eyes drifted to his phone. Hoping that Marinette sent him a text.

Nothing.

What was he trying to convince himself? Marinette didn’t need to text him. She had other friends.

If he really wanted to talk to her, he should text her.

But he couldn’t. He didn’t want to bother her with his problems.

She was dealing with enough.

He was lucky that Marinette opened up to him about all the drama that’s going on with the Lila girl and Adrien. But he knew that she wasn’t telling him everything.

He couldn’t do anything about that though. He couldn’t force her to tell him everything. But he wanted to help her.

The last time they talked in person she looked so defeated. Marinette looked like she was holding the weight of the world on her shoulders.

She hid it well.

XY only figured it out today.

His reflection was staring at him through the mirror. His eyes were red and his usual golden hair was dull and messy. He looked pathetic.

But as he continued to stare at himself in the mirror, he knew why wanted to help Marinette so much.

She reminded him too much of himself right after his mom died.

XY let out a sad smile. Even though she was going through so many things, she agreed to go on a date with him.

He couldn’t wait to hang out with her.

Which was why he needed to get himself together. He couldn’t look like a mess in front of Marinette.

XY didn’t need Marinette to regret her decision to go out with him.

He couldn't lose her.

Marinette was too important to him.

He wouldn’t lose anyone he loved ever again.

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Note: Sorry for how bad this chapter was. I honestly don’t even know what I was writing, but enjoy.

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