A/N So I've just realised in the episode that the book is actually the apparent "Diary of Ladybug" not Marc's own personal diary.

So, to cover up that little detail, let's just say that Marc has 2 books and he just didn't drop the one of his actual diary.

Anywho, let's continue (I'm a poet and I didn't even know it).

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Dear diary,

The past few days were weird, to say the least.

I went to the art room after Marinette's insistence and met Rose, Alix and the red haired boy, who's name is Nathaniel. I might've said something too gay, but I'm going to hope that no one noticed.

After Chloe stormed out of the art room, the teacher explained how I came at the perfect time, since Nathaniel had been wanting someone to work with on a comic book but wasn't much of a writer. I got really flustered that that and rushed out of the room, and got bumped into Marinette who was trying to get me to come back.

In the process, I dropped all my stuff and was rushing to get everything so much that I left my Ladybug diary there without even realising it.

When I next saw Marinette, I was frantically looking through my locker for it when she came up and turned out to have read it. She suggested that I team up with Nathaniel, as the art teacher had said, but I knew he'd hate it and knew I would end up needing to move away so I would never have to interact with him again and save myself the embarrassment.

Marinette suggested that she rub out my name on the book and give it to Nathanial, and if he liked it it would be a win-win, and if he didn't it wouldn't matter.

After some hesitation, I agreed.

At first, during some spying (which was interrupted by a cute guy who's name I later found out to be Adrien), he seemed to like it.

Marinette told me to go to the fountain and wait for Nath, so I obliged.

When he came, he thought I was ladybug, and when he found out I wasn't, he thought I was playing a trick on him with Marinette (and unfortunately for us, Marinette had been filming the encounter from her house nearby to keep a record of the moment or something like that, and Nathaniel happened to see her).

He got really mad and ripped some pages out of my book, which almost felt like he ripped my own heart out.

I sat there, sobbing over my book as he walked away, fuming, when I felt something enter the book I clutched to my chest. It was like something had gone inside the book and... possessed it? Or maybe possessed me through it? I don't know how to explain it.

Anyway, it made me lift my head up without even realising so, and a dark voice spoke to me, almost as if there were someone next to me, although there was no one around. It had said I now had the power to reverse what people are: strong people become weak, kind people become mean, et cetera. All I had to do was bring back Ladybug and Chat Noir's miraculous to him and I could have all that power.

As much as I didn't want to accept, something forced me to. It was as if I were simply a puppet on a string, and had no control of what I was doing. I accepted.

I started making everyone the opposite of what they were, my main goal to get Marinette and make everyone hate her, since she was the one that caused it all. The odd thing though, I only saw her partially before she disappeared.

Ladybug and Chat Noir tried very hard to de-akumatise me, and eventually they managed it.

Ladybug said to me and Nath that we should really work together, and that it was all a simple misunderstanding. We shook hands, our hands lingering for a little while longer than normal handshakes do, and when it did I felt my ears become dangerously warm.

But, in any case, we're going to start working on the comic book tomorrow afternoon at Nath's place, so that'll be fun.

Until tomorrow,

Goodnight.

Sighing, I placed my diary on my bedside table, rolled over and snuggled into my blankets. Within a few minutes, I drifted into the wonderful peace of sleep.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP

I sat up suddenly, wondering what was going on. Fire alarm? Murderer? Am I dead?

After a few seconds, reality came plummeting in through my window and I realised it was just my alarm.

Groaning, I slammed my hand on the annoying piece of junk and lay back down in my bed.

I closed my eyes, trying to drift back into the dream I was having. I couldn't exactly remember what it was. All I remembered was a flash of red, a warm fuzzy feeling in my chest, and a strange sort of tingle in my lips. But, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get back to sleep.

I made a noise of exasperation (A/N we all know that weird noise), threw off my blankets and did a weird leg kick up onto my floor.

I made my way to my wardrobe to change into my signature red hoodie and rainbow shirt with jeans. I chugged a cup of ice coffee, brushed my teeth, and headed off to school. On the way, I remembered that I would be going to Nath's house not long after school ended that day to start working on the comic book together.

Nath's house.

Just him and me.

Alone.

I shook off the thought and tried to concentrate on getting to school; I didn't want to be run over, after all.

The day was rather uneventful, I guess you could say. That is, unless you count forgetting I was in class multiple times from daydreaming about what would happen that afternoon. I had a free period at one point so I went to the art room to see if my newly found friends were there.

When I walked in, the explosion of creativity and colour hit me once more. It'll take me a while to get used to this, I thought to myself.

I spotted the mop of red at a table near the corner of the room and headed over to Nathaniel, who was drawing his wonderful drawings.

"Hey Nath!" I greeted cheerfully.

"Morning Marc! You're still down for going to my place this afternoon, right?" He responded, with equal enthusiasm.

I felt my stomach flutter excitedly. Then I felt a frown come upon my face as I thought about it. "Uhhh..." I started. My throat was dry, so I swallowed.

Nathaniel looked at me with concern. "Are you alright?" He asked, "Can you not come or something?"

Clearing my throat I managed to get the words out. "Yeah, well, about that... I don't know where you live?" In my feeling of utter nervousness, my voice became higher at the end of my statement, turning it into a question.

Nathaniel looked to relieved at this and seemed to almost laugh. He's going to make fun of me, I just know it, I thought desperately.

"That's fine! Here's my number, I'll just text it to you." And he grabbed my hand, which made me stagger towards him. His face went a little bit pink as he said, "Whoops, sorry!!" And he wrote a phone number on my hand.

After that we chatted for a bit longer and went off to our seperate classes.

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After school, I went back home to get ready. After making sure I had all the materials I needed, I fished for my phone in my hoodie pocket and looked at the numbers on my left hand.

I'd rather forgotten about the phone number throughout the day, and after washing my hands after lunch and afternoon tea, the numbers were quite faded and smudged.

However, I managed to decipher the numbers and entered them into a new contact on my phone.

I pressed the "Send Message" button.

Marc:
Hi Nathaniel, it's Marc here.

I paused here, trying to figure out how to word my request without sounding like a creep.

Marc:
Hi Nathaniel, it's Marc here. I was wondering where to go to so we can work on the comic book together?

After reading the message multiple times to make sure there was absolutely zero mistakes, I clicked send.

Several minutes later he hadn't responded. I should've known. He wouldn't ever want some weirdo like me at his house, he gave me the wrong number on purpose, he's one hundred percent straight and he probably hates me because I'm so gay-

My thoughts were interrupted by a vibration in my pocket.

Nath ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜:
Hey Marc! Sorry I took so long to respond, I was having an afternoon snack. I thought maybe instead of my house we should go to the park. My little sister has a friend over and I don't want to get in her way.

(A/N idk if he actually has a little sister, don't quote me on that.)

Breathing a huge sigh of relief I typed a response.

Marc:
Yup sure, that works. See you there in around ten minutes?

Nath ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜:
Alright then, see ya!!

I couldn't help but bounce as I made my way to the park, feeling overly excited. This is going to be great. I thought.

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Alright we'll leave it there for now! 1598 words is pretty good, I gotta say.

Question of the chapter: What's your OTP in MLB? Mine has gotta be Juleka x Rose (idk the ship name, also let me know if I spelt that wrong.)

Have a gay day!!
-BJ