𝗰𝗵𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗮𝗯𝗼𝗼 ;; oneshots

FRENEMIES

It was the talk of the week. Chloe was throwing a massive sleepover party, and all the girls in their grade were invited. All except Marinette and Alya. Of course, both of them didn't really care about being invited or not, knowing that Chloe would just monopolize the party to her favor.

Unfortunately, even though Marinette was Ladybug and an embodiment of good luck, she still couldn't escape her everyday misfortunes.

It was the end of school and everyone was packing up their things to go home. Alya was waiting by the door and called out to her, "Hurry up, girl. I gotta babysit Manon today and I need some mental support."

"I'm coming," Marinette said as she stuffed her books in her backpack and swung it on her back, only for it to hit Rose by accident. Marinette whirled around in alarm. "Rose! I'm so sorry!"

"It's alright, Marinette," Rose said with a smile as she rubbed her arm. "No harm done."

"Your bag is open," Adrien spoke up from behind Marinette. Holding onto the bag, he helpfully zipped it up. "There you go."

Marinette's face turned beet red as she whirled around – Rose swiftly stepping away in time – and stuttered, "Thank yours – Thanks yous – Thanks. Thanks."

Adrien grinned. "You're welcome."

At the corner of her eyes, Chloe gave her a look and stormed out of the room. Adrien and Nino left and Marinette watched him walk away with a dreamy smile on her face.

"Earth to Marinette." Alya snapped her fingers in front of her face. "Let's go."

"Right." Marinette grinned sheepishly as she followed her best friend to the bakery.

...

It was there, sitting innocently at the bottom of her bag. She pulled it out, blinking and wondering if her eyes were deceiving her. It was still sparkly and yellow. She sniffed on the card. Expensive perfume.

"You got an invitation?" Alya asked in disbelief.

Marinette barked out a laugh. "No way. Chloe would never. It probably slipped inside when I bumped into Rose."

Picking up her phone, she dialed Rose's number and waited. "Hey, Rose. I got your invitation to Chloe's sleepover by mistake. Do you want to – what? You're busy? Oh okay, then – what do you mean I go in your stead? It's your invitation – Chloe would never – no, I do not want to form a bonding moment with her. Rose, wait, I-"

Marinette stared at the abruptly terminated phone call in dismay. Alya glanced at her. "So...are you going?"

"No way!"

"Marinette!" Both girls whirled around. Sabine put down the tray of freshly baked pastries as she looked disapprovingly at her daughter. "It's very rude of you to reject an invitation."

"But it's from Chloe!" Marinette protested. "And it isn't even mine!"

Sabine shook her head. "If someone extends their hand in peace, you should extend yours as well. I did not raise you to reject forgiveness."

Marinette opened her mouth, but one stern look from her mother, and she closed it. With a groan, she said, "Sorry, Alya. Looks like you'll just have to babysit Manon alone."

Alya patted her on the back sympathetically. "I think babysitting Manon should be a breeze compared to your situation."

...

Marinette was not looking forward to this. She glared at the white door in distaste, not bothering to hide her expression from Chloe's butler. He knocked on the door and it opened up in full swing.