~*~could've been a one shot but i felt it wasn't finished~*~

italics = marinette
bold = alya
both = both (duh)

basically doing it so mari sings perri and jade's parts while alya sings jesy's and leigh-anne's

CREDIT FOR SONG GOES TO LITTLE MIX (for the purposes of this one-shot we're saying it was written by mar and als but yeah little mix catchy af song woot)

This was the part that always made her most exhilarated. Not the rehearsal. Not the advertisements. Not even walking through the crowd like super stars.

It was the performance.

"This is a shout out to my ex."

You see, some people can sing, angelic or gravelly, loud or soft. Some can dance, like swans, graceful and elegant, or rough and spontaneous like skipping stones. Others can act, portray a character as if it were their own.

"Heard he in love with some other chick."

But it takes real talent, a rare talent...

"Yeah that hurt me I'll admit. Forget that boy, I'm over it."

To perform.

"I hope she gettin' better sex. Hope she ain't fakin' it like I did, babe." (SAVAGE AF LITTLE MIX JFC)

Instead of just singing beautifully, singing with passion and emotion. Dancing not just elegantly, but with a smile on your face, or a tormented look of pain, or merely angry. Acting not just as if you're seeing a character, you're seeing their character, made for them.

"Took four long years to call it quits."

Performing is about making it yours. Owning it. With every step and movement, every expression.

"Forget that boy, I'm over it."

Marinette and Alya were performers. Opposites yet the same, each had a fire in their hearts and they'd be damned if they weren't gonna let it burn.

They'd started off sitting on wooden chairs, makeup fierce and emphasising their eyes. Swinging their legs around, facing the crowd in their most anticipated performance of the night. Of course, it was well known that Marinette and Alya, or Angel Horns as their pair was called, were both models in their own right. Of course, they always knew exactly what to wear and how to show off their best assets of their bodies. Alya was about as curvy and bootyliscious as Beyoncé (the real queen b amiright), and Marinette had legs for days. Skirts and shorts.

Honestly, everyone knew it at this point. Those two teenage girls were the beauty, brains, brawn and held enough fire between them to burn a city. As well as personalities.

"Guess I should say thank you for the "hate you's" and the tattoos, oh baby."

Marinette was the teasing and seductive one. Letting the boys and girls have a peek, a taste before whisking it away. Alya was the wild and spontaneous one, picking random people out of crowds to join them up there, and they always got a kiss on the cheek and a signature.

"I'm cool, by the way. Ain't sure I loved you, anyway."

Their antics were not appreciated by their boyfriends.

"Go 'head babe, I'mma live my life, my life, yeah."

So their boyfriends dumped them.

Their loss.

"Shout out to my ex! You're really quite the man. You made my heart break and that made me who I am! Here's to my ex, hey look at me now! Well, I, I'm all the way up, I swear you'll never bring me down."

Adrien - AKA majorly envious model. Who knew models could be so jealous? He was kissing other girls for his magazines, so one, he's a hypocrite, and two, Marinette wasn't even kissing people! Well, maybe once or twice, but they were of the female sex and she didn't swing that way. Well, she did, but who in their right mind would cheat on their boyfriend? Eventually he got so jealous he dumped her. Ironic, huh?

"Shout out to my ex! You're really quite the man. You made my heart break and that made me who I am! Here's to my ex, hey look at me now! Well, I, I'm all the way up, I swear you'll never, you'll never bring me down."

Nino - AKA dipshit DJ. He had more reason to be jealous, as Alya was way more easy with giving out smooches. But everyone knew, if Alya was one thing, she was honest. And if she said she wasn't cheating on him, then hell, she wasn't cheating! Just proves he didn't trust her, and he proved that further by dumping her around the same time Adrien dumped Marinette.

"Oh, I deleted all your pics."

And those two had the nerve to become best friends?

"Then blocked your number from my phone."

Dicks.

"Yeah, yeah, you took all you could get. But you ain't getting this love no more."

Oh, and that wasn't even the best part. The best part was Chloe and Lila. Their so-called friends snatching up the newly single boys. Phft. Bitches.

"'Cause now I'm living so legit!"

"So legit!"

"Even though you broke my heart in two, baby."

Through melted makeup, tubs of ice cream and broken relationships, the two girls rose from their defeat and made a new name and album for themselves.

"But I snapped right back, I'm so brand new, baby."

"I'm so brand new!"

"Boy, read my lips, I'm over you, over you."

New name: Strong. Yes, they were feisty, fiery, and fun, but strong enough to bounce back after a bad break up? Confirmed.

New album: Unfriended.

A album filled with savage attack songs.

Boo yah, Angel Horns style.

"Guess I should say thank you for the "hate you's" and the tattoos, oh baby. I'm cool, by the way."

Was it morally correct to list teenagers (albeit 19) as "Paris's most Eligible Single Women" in over half of magazines sold in stores? Maybe not, but damn were they right.

"Ain't sure I loved you anyway. Go 'head, babe, I'mma live my life, my life, yeah."

Truth was, Marinette and Alya had taken centre stage.

"Shout out to my ex! You're really quite the man. You made my heart break and that made me who I am! Here's to my ex, hey look at me now! Well, I, I'm all the way up, I swear you'll never bring me down."

Who would dare take it away from them?

"Shout out to my ex! You're really quite the man. You made my heart break and that made me who I am! Here's to my ex, hey look at me now! Well, I, I'm all the way up, I swear you'll never, you'll never bring me down."

Floral dresses, tight shorts, lace up boots, they were ready to take on the world.

"Shout out to my ex, you're really quite the man."

Marinette could see it now, finally sticking one finger in the air next she saw Adrien at a dinner and she won Best Outfits of 2020 instead of him.

"You made my heart break and that made me who I am."

Alya was completely cool with hiring her ex for an event then showing him up with a performance to get the crowd cheering for her.

"Here's to my ex, hey look at me now."

The two idiotic boys would never see it coming.

"Well, I'm all the way up I swear you'll never, you'll never bring me down!"

Angels may be angels most of the times, but even the best angels had horns.

"Shout out to my ex! You're really quite the man!"

"You're really quite the man!"

"You made my heart break and that made me who I am! Here's to my ex, hey look at me now! Well, I, I'm all the way up, I swear you'll never bring me down!"

"You'll never bring me down!"

"Shout out to my ex, you're really quite the man! You made my heart break and that made me who I am! Here's to my ex, hey look at me now!"

"Baby just look at me now,!"

"I'm all the way up, I swear you'll never, you'll never bring me down!"

"You'll never bring me down."

~*~

"Ooh! A formal dinner, fan-cy!" Marinette exclaimed as she opened the letter, padding over to wear Alya was seated on the couch. "Much rather have some shit from the bakery, but you know, we can't turn down... the freaking Mayor?!" She shrieked, throwing the letter in the air and batting it away as she leaped backwards. "That means..."

"Chloe." Alya provided as she picked up the discarded letter and scanned the invitation, taking in the golden embroidery (seriously?) and careful cursive lettering.

Marinette bit at her lip. "Which means..."

"Lila."

"WHICH MEANS A-."

"AHEM."

"Sorry, Ex's-who-shall-not-be-named."

"Thank you. We're going."

"WHAT?!"

Alya, turning around to face her panicking best friend, grinned comfortingly and encouragingly. "Sweetheart, we're fine. We don't need them, clearly they don't need us, so we can be nice."

Marinette shot her a flat look. "...nice? Seriously?"

"By nice I mean sexy and nasty."

"There's my Alya."

"Pick out the outfits?"

"Go shopping?"

"Design something and get someone else to make it really quickly?"

"Got it."

Marinette high-fived Alya. "Go team Angels with Horns."

~*~ so this is going well ~*~

Anyone who knew Marinette could say that she was an amazing designer. She designed clothes that were classy, elegant, fun, everything that she was. And, designing for her and Alya, her matching outfits were always the best.

The sun and the moon, yin and yang, fire and water, red and green, silver and gold, even the most subtle similarities made all the difference. Tonight, she was going for something bold. New.

Marinette was half Chinese. Alya was Spanish (for the purposes of this one-shot she is, idk where she's from really). She had an idea that could either go horribly wrong or be gorgeous.

Alya would wear a Chinese-inspired dress while Marinette would wear a Spanish-inspired.

Oh boy...

Chinese traditional dress included a high collar, short or no sleeves, figure hugging fabric and usually oriental designs and usually ending near the knees. Marinette had decided they'd both be wearing red, and black was a good colour to work with against Alya's skin tone, so red and black were the two main colours she used. Lace and cotton, or maybe chiffon. Nah, sheer fabric would make them look a little desperate. Cotton it was, easier to breath and more comfortable.

Spanish... well, the only dress she went off was the flamenco dress used in the traditional dance. Tight bodice, trumpet skirt, lace once more, although maybe black lace over the red silk? Yes! Maybe a wrap-around bodice, or at least gathered fabric. Black bodice? Oh yeah, she had the perfect jewelry to match!

This was going to be fun.

~*~

It was at the point of their fame that Alya and Marinette could just walk in places. But it was even better when they showed up people.

Such as right now.

A crowd had gathered around the party, reporters and fans alike trying to get a glimpse of the French stars invited. Of course, Chloe and Lila loved the spotlight, and their loving boyfriends stayed with them (so sweet). A few autographs, pictures and short talks into microphones were all they could get though, because, suddenly, the crowd starting cheering and screaming.

A limo had pulled up, and it had a very specific decal on the door.

A halo held up by horns.

The bitches' and their brainless boyfriend's' worst nightmares had arrived.

"Hello, everybody!" Alya stepped out first, her winning grin accompanied by waving. "Glad to see our fans here tonight, it would've been so boring otherwise!"

"Yeah, you got that right Als." The crowd's antics rose in volume when the other half of the dynamic duo stepped out. "You guys always make everything better!" Marinette smiled sweetly and moved to go speak with frantic girls and starstruck boys. Alya laughed as she moved to the other side, posing for pictures and signing autographs.

Reporters forget about Chloe, Adrien, Lila and Nino as they moved quickly to get the scoop on Angel Horns. The blonde girl and Italian chick fumed, angry at being overshadowed, while Adrien and Nino simply scowled.

"The nerve they have, showing up here."

"Yeah, man, it's not like they were invited."

The Mayor himself stepped outside to greet the girls and thank them, rather loudly, for accepting his invitation. It was a well known fact that they didn't often go to parties in the city that was their home, so this was rare.

Nino rolled his eyes. "Okay, maybe they were. But they must've known we'd be here."

Adrien folded his arms, finding it hard to look away from his ex-girlfriend. "Probably showed up to try and get us back."

Marinette, however, was giggling adorably with one of her young fans as they posed for a picture, even going to far as the hold the 4 year old in her arms as their mother took a photo. She hadn't even noticed he was there, smiling brightly as if she'd never been hurt. Her laugh rang like a bell, as beautiful and sweet as she was.

Adrien dropped the hateful expression, his arms falling to his sides as he sighed. "I don't know, man. We really shouldn't be so self-centred. They're perfectly fine without us. I mean, just look at her." His gaze turned wistful, watching her shine in the spotlights, like they were made for her. "She's never needed anybody."

Nino too sighed, patting his shoulder. "I know it's hard for you without her, dude. But you have Chloe now." He shot a glance at the two preening girls, practically caked with makeup. "Come on, let's go inside."

Alya was snorting in laughter as a little girl said she wanted to be an evil angel just like them. "Oh sweetie, please don't do that. Just be an angel, because angels are good and good always defeats evil."

Literally an hour later, all reporters and fans satisfied, the two entered the building arm-in-arm.

Where the two witches from hell were waiting for them, boyfriends just behind them.

Chloe was always the first one to get a word in. "What, no dates?"

"Couldn't find one in time?" Lila sneered with a wicked grin.

Marinette and Alya exchanged looks. "We don't need dates." Alya announced, turning her attention back to the other girls.

"That sounds like a lame excuse to me!" Chloe said in sing-song, laughing in that weird, snotty way spoiled rich people did.

Marinette smiled, shaking her head and clicking her tongue. "No, we really don't need dates when we have each other. Who needs a guy? A ditzy princess who always needs Prince Charming to save her? No, Chloe, we don't have dates, we don't need 'em, unlike you. You're might be Paris' princess, but honey, we're queens." With that same, infuriatingly sweet smile, Marinette looped her arms through Alya's and the two swept past the four.

A blow to Adrien's pride, and perhaps a pang in his heart, was seeing his father get along so well with the two girls. The three of them laughed, talked and Mr. Agreste most obviously complemented their dresses. "A bold choice, but it works."

"Hmph! They're just jealous of us, Lila." Chloe snootily stuck her nose in the air while Lila nodded in agreement.

Nino turned his head to whisper in Adrien's ear. "What've they got to be jealous of? It's those two who should be jealous of our angels."

"You can say that again."

~*~NOT SO SUBCONSCIOUSLY STILL IN LOVE WITH THE AWESOMEST GIRLS ON TV~*~

Marinette didn't dislike Nino or Adrien. She honestly didn't hold anything against them. The boys had perfectly reasonable concerns, albeit may have overreacted and should've trusted them... okay, that may be a lie, but that was only because those two idiots hurt her and Alya so much.

But she despised Chloe and Lila.

She knew they had reason to be jealous. Alya and herself had perfect boyfriends, perfect lives, were loved by the world and seen nearly everywhere. But they were friends, shouldn't that be good enough? They weren't even real friends, they were suck-ups to try and get to the top!

But one stark difference between Alya and Marinette was that the later had hope. Hope for a better world, better people. Maybe that was because Alya used to be a reporter, she knew what people were like.

Thing was, Marinette would often write solo songs. This would be the first time performing one.

Alya was offstage in tears after someone (probably a Chloe/Lila/Nino/Adrien supporter) threw a tomato at her. She had to keep the show going while Alya rose back up.

This was for him, honestly.

"Locked lockets and, hidden pockets and, missing keys and we'll never see 'em."

The piano accompaniment fitted the mood of the song well, honestly. Sad, hopeful, full of love and memories of love.

"Those feelings held inside, that we try to hide. Those memories we make, too precious to break."

Memories of him, really. Alya would have scolded her for writing this song, but sometimes, you need a sad song to feel better, you know?

"Before you throw away the key..."

Before this performance, she'd raided her suitcase and worn a simple off-white gown, floor length with an off-shoulder neckline and different pastel coloured butterflies scattered across the sheath skirt. Her makeup was neutral and her hair tied up in a neat bun. Purity was the theme she was going for, pure and untainted.

"Do we really need these locked hearts? When your whole world is tearing apart, do we really need to keep these locked hearts to keep us from falling apart? 'Cause we've lost and we've gained, more than anyone, more than anything. Do we really need these locked hearts?"

And the words to her song were words from her heart straight to centre stage, trying to put an end to this madness, this constant competition between herself and Alya and Chloe and Lila and Nino and Adrien.

"Is it better this way? Memories locked away? What about all our good days constantly being defaced?"

In that moment, that line, she stared out, big blue eyes searching to see if he kept his promise to see her every show. True, they weren't broken up when he made it, but Adrien was nothing if not honourable.

"So leave an open door, there's always room for more, feeling we need to keep instead of burying them deep. And before you throw away the key..."

She would never admit it, but she missed him. He was jealous and overprotective, true, but he was kind and gentle and caring and fun and teasing and he knew how to handle her flames and he knew how to light her fire again.

Her eyes met blonde hair and bronze skin and grassy green fields contained within a circle.

"Do we really need these locked hearts? When your whole world is tearing apart, do we really need to keep these locked hearts, to keep us from falling apart? 'Cause we've lost and gained, more than anyone, more than anything. Do we really need these locked hearts?"

And she smiled.

"Simple, straightforward. One answer, one voice. Narrow minded and, afraid of moving forward. Only one choice, I don't wanna live like that. I wanna breathe and be glad that I can have an opinion, make my own choice, have my own voice.

Before you throw away the key..."

The midnight fireworks started.

"Do we really need these locked hearts? When your whole world is tearing apart, do we really need to keep these locked hearts, to keep us from falling apart?

Do we really need these locked hearts? When your whole world is tearing apart, do we really need to keep these locked hearts, to keep us from falling apart?

'Cause we've lost and we've gained, more than anyone, more than anything. Do we really need these locked hearts?"

With bright colours flashing against her in perfect coincidence, Marinette took a shaky breath and sang the last lines of her song.

"We've lost and we've gained so much. More than most, more than enough. We've lost and we've gained so much. It's okay to hurt, but do we really need these locked hearts?"

The lights went out and the noise was so loud as she faded back, her message hopefully received.

~*~

"Marinette?"

"Yeah?" The blunette called back to her best friend and roommate as she stuck a pin into her mannequin.

"Explain to me what the hell this was?"

Marinette furrowed her brow as she inquisitively stepped out into the living room, seeing the news report on the TV. Oh shit. That was a picture of her.

"...when Alya Cesaire, one half of the popular pair, left the stage in tears after a tomato was thrown at her, nobody expected Marinette Dupain-Cheng to close the show with a final song.

'Do we really need these locked hearts? When your whole world is falling apart, do we really need these locked hearts, to keep us from falling apart?'

The song, circling the media as 'Locked Hearts' was a solo song performed by Marinette reportedly not even announced. It's possible this song was never intended to be released, but it appears she performed to remove attention from her friend. Fans say it was a cry for help.

'Both of them went through bad break ups not that long ago, I mean, they already released 'Shout out to my Ex,' which was really powerful and showed how strong they were, but this one, is more, raw, I guess? Like, it's so much more honest and pure, and it, I don't know, felt like she was trying to talk to her ex.'

Marinette's recent ex, model Adrien Agreste, has made no comment on the subject, but is Paris' power couple going to get back together, or remain apart?"

Marinette's mouth had dropped as the presenter finished the report and went on to talk about sports or whatever, which Alya muted as she turned to glare at her.

"What was that?!" Her angry accusation made Marinette jump.

"I-I was just tr-trying to get the attention off you! A-and that song, it was never meant to be released, it was just a silly thing I wrote in my notebook, I just-"

"He dumped you! He broke your heart and you still love him?!"

"So what if I do?! That's not any of your business! It's not like he even feels anything for me anymore anyway! And I know you still love Nino because whenever I try to bring him up, you always change the subject and you always do that when you're unsure or you don't want to talk about something!" Marinette, face burning and mouth set in a scowl, stormed away and threw some clothes in a bag.

"Where are you going?!" Alya stood up as Marinette headed towards the door, duffel bag over her shoulder and lace up boots on.

"Away! I need some space and support, and you're not doing it!"

Slam.

~*~oo shit drama let's keep going with this hella long one~*~

"Marinette?" Adrien blinked rapidly, making sure he wasn't seeing anything. But nope, there she was, duffel bag over her shoulder, old shirt (which he, embarrassed, realised was one of his) and jeans on, soaking wet and smiling sheepishly (adorably) as she shuffled on her feet.

"Hi, Adrien. Can we talk? Then I'll be out of your hair." Her wide eyes so innocent, cheeks obviously flushed from the cold and slight embarrassment at wearing his shirt. Or seeing him again. Whatever.

"Yeah, yeah, come in. I'll get you a towel, and some hot chocolate." Hurriedly, he moved out of the doorway and gestured inside, ushering her into his living room. "You're lucky Chloe's in New York, she'd have me strung up if she caught you here." He called from his kitchen, noticing his shaky hands and nervous butterflies in his stomach.

"Yeah. Good timing, I guess." He could practically hear the smile in her voice. "Ooor, I saw her leaving at the airport after I went to see my parents."

"Oh? How are Tom and Sabine? Still baking those delicious treats, I hope. Paris can't live without them." He joked, smiling as he carried a mug and a towel towards her.

Gratefully, her small, delicate hands took the mug. "'Course! They get a whole lot of orders nowadays. They had to hire help!" She took a sip from the hot chocolate and her smile became softer. "You... remembered how I like it."

"How could I forget anything about you, Marinette?" Whoops. Sounding way too love-sick. Backtrack. "I mean, you had me practice that!"

"Yeah." She chuckled, seemingly not noticing his slip up. Or maybe she did, considering her red cheeks.

"So... why are you here?" He asked gently, sitting across from her. He almost laughed at the froth moustache she had when she put the mug down.

"I... had a fight with Alya. Things... haven't been the same between us after..." She hesitated, before apparently deciding she couldn't hide anything from him. Well, she was right, she couldn't, judging by how well he was currently reading her. "...after you and Nino. She threw my feelings in my face, I threw hers, I stormed out and at first I went to my parents, but their advice was just the same as I knew it would be. Talk about it. It always was about communication with them." She gave a light, but sad laugh. "So, I'm here to talk and possibly regret a bunch of stuff before going back to Alya."

Adrien nodded. "You mean about how we never really stopped loving each other?" Her head shot up, eyes wide in shock, like a deer caught in headlights. He chuckled, shaking his head. "It's a fact, Marinette. We've always been pulled towards each other. You've always been the one that I love, even when I tried to deny it. That's why I started dating Chloe - to try and stop. But you're just too...together, we're just..." At a loss for words, he frowned at nothing, the adorable thinking face Marinette loved.

"Two halves of a whole?" She suggested, shrugging. "Yeah. It's like that for me, except I never started dating. Just lost myself in music, I guess. I need someone to remind me who I am, y'know?"

"Exactly! And for me-"

"You were that person."

Adrien laughed, leaning back into his chair. "Look at us. Finishing each other's sentences. What are we, a fairy tale couple?"

Marinette giggled as well. "One tiny detail though."

"What would that be, milady?"

"Chloe. You know, your girlfriend who you should not be cheating on and therefore making yourself a hypocrite?" She teased, watching his nose crumple in disgust and one corner of his mouth lift.

"Yeah. I'll stop doing that-"

"Adrien! Gross!"

"Kidding! I'll just break up with her, possibly turn her against me for life, and we can be together again."

"...Golden opportunity for code-names here."

"Been there done that, currently doing that, it happened once in a dream, if I had to pick a dude and Eagle Two?"

"Bingo."

"...you're not going to let me kiss you until I break up with her, are you?"

"Nope. As of right now, I'm going over to apologise to Alya... oh yeah, Alya. She still likes Nino."

"Nino still pines after Alya. In secret though, he has like one picture he gazes at like a lost puppy when Lila's not around."

"Operation Taylor Swift is Wrong, We're Getting Back Together and Them Too?"

"Go for it, Princess, or should I say Queen after that perfect dis of my soon-to-be-ex?"

"Nah. I like Princess better. After all, princesses still need their knight in shining armour."

"I always pinned myself for more of a Flynn Rider type of guy."

"Nah. You're not Eugene, you're totally a Prince Phillip kind of guy."

"I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream!"

"Hush! I'm going to go to go see Alya."

"Good luck."

"Excuse you, I don't need luck."

"Fine, I'm revoking your luck."

"Oh, fuck you, golden boy."

"Please do."

"ADRIEN I SWEAR TO GOD."

~*~pre-post-couple fluff I love it~*~

I HAVE BEEN WRITING THIS ALL DAY JFC

"Alya?" Marinette knocked on the door. "It's me. I'm sorry for everything I did. I just... I just need to talk to you." She sighed, shoulders sagging. "Please?"

The door opened, revealing Alya Cesaire at possibly her lowest since the break up. Makeup melted down her face, clothes crumpled and hair a complete mess. And the first thing she did was hug Marinette.

"Oh thank god! Mari, I've felt so bad, I'm so sorry for overreacting, I-I shouldn't question your feelings or relationships because they're yours and they really aren't any of my business!" She sobbed into her shoulder, shaking.

Marinette smiled, dropping her bag and wrapping her arms around Alya. "Hey, I know you were just looking out for me." She pulled away. "But we have to talk and for the purposes of this talk I've invited over two people very close to our hearts."

"Who are they?" Alya grinned.

"Adrien, get Nino's scared butt over here!" Marinette called out behind her, making Alya squeal and run back inside. "Alya, you wuss!" Marinette yelled as she stomped after her.

Adrien sighed. "I love that girl."

"Too bad you don't love me enough to let me go!" Nino whined, trying to pull away from the blonde model. (IF YOU LOVE ME LET ME GOOOOOO) "Why do I need to talk to her?!"

"Because I'm sick of hearing you talk to a picture of her." Adrien stated dryly before dragging him inside. "Come on, DJ, Taylor Swift doesn't know everything."

"She knows about breaking up! She's done it enough times to really understand having your heart broken!" Nino argued as he once more tried to escape his best friend's grip.

"...Taylor Swift speaks to my soul and listening to her will solve all my problems and damn it Marinette let me listen to the most mainstream of all pop the world has to offer!" Alya's voice wafted in from the hallway, along with a thump.

"See? Alya thinks the same way! You're perfect for each other and whoops! Locked the door." Adrien grinned mischievously. "Keys are hidden, we're not leaving 'til you've at least talked about this."

Alya groaned, hanging her head. "Could you two at least leave the room?" Marinette and Adrien exchanged looks before leaving the room, shutting the door... "And no listening at the door either!"

"Damn you and your ability to read me like a book Alya!"

~*~ we're skipping this because i feel like it ~*~

NAH WE'RE NOT KIDDING

Alya, much unlike Marinette, went straight to the point without beating around the bushes. "Okay Nino, we know why we're here."

Nino chuckled. "We're here because I wrongly dumped you out of jealousy, which was completely stupid because why would I dump someone because I was jealous of the fact that they were hanging out with other guys and girls?"

"Yeah, you're an idiot. Wanna get back together and be through with this drama?"

"Yeah, why not? Lila can go suck a dick, just not mine."

"Alright... now what?"

"...cuddle?"