This is my obsessive life, and the most important thing is that I have never allowed myself to cry. Despite my best efforts to distract myself from LIE-LA, it seems to be working. My determination grows stronger, propelling my career to new heights...
This part is specially made on request of Gospelsglory It's a bit lengthy and focusses on Tim and Marinette.
Timothy's POV -
I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for the girl from France. It had only been a day since we met, yet her presence had already left a void. Although she wasn't particularly talkative, simply observing her was enough to captivate me. Unfortunately, I wouldn't be able to see her until Monday, leaving me with two days to wait. But then, a brilliant idea struck me.
"Hey Bruce, since tomorrow is the weekend, do we have any plans already scheduled?" I inquired, hoping to free up some time for himself.
Bruce pondered for a moment before responding, "Tomorrow evening, Alfred has invited his friend over. However, you have the morning and afternoon to yourself. Why do you ask?"
A mischievous smile spread across my face as he eagerly anticipated the opportunity.
Without wasting a moment, I sprang into action, ready to execute my plan. "Since nobody has anything planned, I was thinking of inviting the French class for a tour of Wayne Manor. I'll take full responsibility, and I'm sure everyone will enjoy it," I explained in a rush, my excitement barely contained. Bruce sat silently for a moment, contemplating my proposal, before eventually nodding his approval.
With that confirmation, I swiftly stood up from the dining table, leaving my food half-eaten. I hurriedly made my way up the stairs, eager to begin preparations.
Damien's POV -
Tim's behavior had been unusually frantic, as if he was preparing for something significant. Alfred was equally busy in the kitchen, making cookies and sweets. While they buzzed around, I retreated to my locked painting room for some solitude.
Amidst my artistic pursuits, Tim's shouts echoed through the house. It piqued my curiosity, but I focused on my artwork instead. The next morning, I woke early, sensing something big was about to happen. I dressed appropriately for the visit from the French class, contemplating Tim's mysterious plans.
As I descended the stairs, the smell of freshly baked treats filled the air. Alfred had spared no effort to make everything perfect. Tim's anticipation intrigued me, leaving me wondering who he expected from the French class and what awaited us on this eventful day.
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Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and there they were, the French class, accompanied by that extraordinary girl and her follower, Luka. Tim was in a nervous frenzy, so I took it upon myself to open the gate. As I approached the door, I could hear someone crying and shouting in French. It seemed like a heated confrontation, involving stolen belongings and bullying. I had learned French to better understand such instances, as it was futile to rely on a few dimwits to learn it themselves.
When the commotion ceased, I opened the door and greeted them with a forced smile. "Welcome to Wayne..." I said, trailing off. They entered and took seats on the sofa without much regard. Only two individuals remained standing, and you can probably guess who they were. The girl spoke up, expressing her gratitude for allowing them to visit our house.
