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Currently, we've been in Italy for three days. Tomorrow, unfortunately, we have to fly back to France.

At about 08:30 pm, Alya, Chloé and I were dressed to go for breakfast. I chose something simple. A blue leather jacket and underneath it was a white sleeveless top with white straps and a skirt which had a black belt.

Everyone was pretty much eating the food from the buffet so I grabbed a plate and served a Spanish omelette, two sausages, and a little bacon.

When I went to get some Apple juice, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist.

"Hey Mari," A familiar voice whispered into my ear just as my breath hitched.

"Adrien," I replied, rather coldly. "What do you want?"

"Why are you being so cold to me?" He asked, letting go of me, looking at me with concern.

"No reason," I answered very quickly and poured Apple juice into a glass.

"Is it because I ignored you yesterday?" Adrien continued talking, even though I was clearly showing signs that I wanted him to go away and keep quiet. "I ignored you on purpose,"

"Why?" I couldn't help but ask. If he was doing it deliberately, then what was he trying to gain?

"I was trying a little experiment on you," Adrien gave a small smile, as he poured himself some Apple juice, too.

"Stop answering in riddles and get straight to the point," I frowned at him. What the heck was he talking about?

Adrien chuckled. "I missed teasing you, yesterday. Chloé wasn't as fun," I gave him a glare to tell him to get to the point. "Okay, I noticed that I am the one who usually started the conversation between both of us. So I decided to see if you would start it for once,"

My jaw literally dropped. "Seriously? You ignored me for the whole day, to see if I would talk to you first?"

Adrien shrugged. "Yeah,"

"That's stupid," I shook my head at him. "Then why were you talking to Chloé?"

"I know how much you don't like her. I wanted to irritate you because I realised that you weren't going to talk to me first," Adrien gave me a cheeky smile. "Especially at the gondola ride. I was actually looking at you most of the ride. You just didn't notice,"

"You were looking at me for most of the ride?" I repeated as I began to blush profusely.

Adrien came closer to me and put an arm on the table behind me, trapping me. His eyebrow shot up, half amused. "Yes, and?"

"A-and," I stuttered because of our proximity. Adrien was really close to me. He leaned his head towards me while I leaned my head back.

"And what, Mari? Use your words," Adrien was now smirking, obviously pleased with the effect that he has on me. He knows how much our proximity makes me extremely uncomfortable.

"What happened to 'take a picture, it will last longer'?" I finally asked when my eyes met his. I tried to push him back, to put a little more space between us but that was a big mistake.

In a second, Adrien's hand held my waist and brought the hand that I was trying to push him away from me towards his chest. He put his soft, warm hand on top of mine.

"Because I don't like pictures. I like seeing the real thing," Adrien wirked at me which made me blush even harder. Seriously, my cheeks couldn't take it.

I didn't reply. I was too busy trying to remember how to breathe.

"You know that I like to make you blush and feel uncomfortable, right?" Adrien asked me, his eyes flickering to my slightly parted lips.

After I nodded my head slowly, Adrien took the hand that was on his chest and pressed it to his lips. My eyes widened at the action and I was so sure that I resembled a tomato right now.

His lips on my skin sent tingles all over my body, but I pushed him off me instinctively, like I would if I was Ladybug. "Good," Adrien smirked again before leaving with his glass of Apple juice.

As I walked to Alya's seat, I felt dazed. When Adrien did that, he reminded me an awful lot of Chat Noir.

Those two have a lot in common. They both have blonde hair and green eyes. They looked like they were the same height. I swear, someone could think that they are one and the same person -

OH.

MY.

GOSH.

Could it be? Is Adrien Chat Noir? It can't be. I mean, Adrien can't be Chat Noir. I left Chat Noir in Paris. I should probably keep looking.

"Marinette? Why are you so red?" Alya asked me once I sat down with my juice. I took one long sip to avoid the question.

"It's Adrien, isn't it?" Alya raised an eyebrow.

When I felt like my cheeks had finally cooled down, I turned to her. "How do you know?"

"Because I saw everything that happened when you went to juice table. I just didn't see your face," Alya shrugged. "Adrien's back was facing me, so I could only see you when he kissed your hand,"

"Yeah," I said, looking over at my right hand where Adrien had kissed.

"Girl, you are strange. Adrien was acting so cold to you and you pretended not to care, but now today, both of you have a change of heart?" Alya raised an eyebrow in amusement.

"He said that he was ignored me deliberately because he realised that he is the one who typically starts the conversation between both of us. He wanted it to be me this time," I explained.

Now that I said the words out loud, I felt a little guilty. Adrien was right. He is usually the first person to start the conversation between me and him.

"That is true," Alya chuckled. Her eyes flickered somewhere before she started to cut her scrambled egg. "Adrien is staring at you, 8 o'clock,"

My eyes widened and I slowly began to cut my sausage up while I could feel myself blushing a little bit.

8 o'clock? I turned to where Alya's eyes flickered to and I found Adrien's deep-sea green eyes. Sure enough, he was looking at me with a little smirk while talking to Nino.

When he saw that I had caught him for the second time in Italy, he had no shame. He sent me a seductive wink before turning his full attention to Nino.

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"It's about time we went shopping!" Chloé said as we got out of the bus and we stood right in front of a giant building.

For the first time ever, I was forced to agree with her. I was thinking about shopping ever since we got here.

I ran a hand through my hair and I stopped halfway. I'm not wearing my ribbons. I must have left them in my jeans on the first day that we were here.

"Come on, Marinette!" Alya grabbed my arm and made her way through people as she ran to the building, dragging me along with her.

"Slow down! I might trip and fall," I warned her. But Alya, of course, didn't listen.

Our teacher didn't mind actually. That's what I liked about her. She wasn't strict around us like other teachers. She's now officially my favourite teacher.

"Remember, you have an hour here before we continue with what we have planned today, okay?" Our teacher told us and we nodded. "We'll meet up at the front of the mall,"

Alya took both of us to the first store that her eyes landed on. It was a boutique shop and immediately, I thought of my mother.

I began to look around for something that was suitable for my mother. My eyes finally landed on a beautiful pearl necklace that was seated near the counter.

The employee noticed that I was staring at it and gave it to me. Thank God it was not too expensive when I looked over at the price tag.

For my father, I bought him a beautiful watch. He's always wanted to have a watch because he likes to be on time. A watch is more reliant than a phone because a watch dies much slower than a phone, he always said.

The good thing about being an only child is that I only buy things for my parents. Then the rest of the money that I have left over can be spent on anything or saved.

I decided to spend a little for myself. Alya and I walked in and out of stores and 90% of the stores that we walked into, we didn't actually buy anything.

We would try on any cute thing that we would spot, dress up, take a few selfies and leave to go to the next store.

Finally, we found a store that we could actually buy something because the prices were reasonable yet the items were still very good.

I could have sworn that a spotted a few things that were here in the other stores that we waltzed in and out.

My fingers skimmed through the various hangers, containing different coloured and type of clothing. I only picked a few. A dress, some tops and one high-waisted short and skirt.

I walked into the changing rooms and left Alya still selecting the clothes that she would try on. I put on the dress first.

It was a black dress that ended at mid-thigh of my legs and it had long sleeves. The sleeves, along with the top half of the dress, exposed a little skin, here and there, but it was decent enough for me to go out with. It was a simple dress, actually, but I found it gorgeous.

Suddenly, there was a knock on my door. A frown crossed my face. Who could that be?

Then I decided to knock back to show that I was in here. Maybe the person didn't know that I was in here and wanted to check if there was anyone in here.

Since I can't speak Spanish, I just decided to knock back instead of yelling "Occupied!"

The person knocked back on the door and the frown grew even more. Who is this knocking on my door when they clearly heard me knock on the door?

I decided to open the door, for all it was worth. I was dressed, so there was no problem.

As I opened the door, someone pushed past me and got into the bathroom. I turned around and my jaw dropped. I shut the door very quickly before anyone found out that we were in a changing room together and alone.

"Wha-what?" I stared the blond in shock. "Adrien, what the heck are you doing here? This is the girls changing room!"

"I heard that you were giving a striptease so I came here as fast as I could," Adrien winked, stepping in.

"Well, you were lied to. Now do me a favour and get out,"I pointed to the door.

"Nah, I don't think so. I'll just chill here for some time," Adrien started to move towards me. "Is that okay with you?"

My back hit the wall. I didn't know that I was walking backwards. "No. How do you ask me that?"

"You're right. I shouldn't have asked you that. You seem alright with it," Adrien put an arm on the wall just above my head.

"You must be deaf. I want you to leave. Get out!" I looked at his eyes which were twinkling with amusement.

"I don't want to leave," Adrien simply stated. Then he leaned in closer to me, until our noses were touching. "And I think you don't want me to leave either,"

"You are mistaken for the second time, Adrien. Read my lips. I. Want. You. To. Leave. There's. The. Door," I tried to push him off but he caught my arm and put it around his neck.

"Do you want me to leave, Mari?" Adrien whispered to me, pulling me closer to him. I could smell his cologne. He always smelt good.

"Yes," I replied, avoiding his eyes.

"Are you sure?" Adrien asked again. I couldn't help to look up at him, and noticed that he was looking at my lips, very keenly.

"Isn't that what I have been chanting ever since you got here?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Hey! My eyes are up here,"

"Mmhmm," Adrien started to lean in closer and closer to me. He lowered his eyebrows and I could feel my hormones running all over the place.

Caught up in the moment and instinctively, my head started inching closer and closer to his and I shut my eyes, anxiously.

Our lips were just about to touch when someone was banging on the door, making Adrien curse to himself and making me pull away from Adrien.

"Marinette! I want you to see how I look and if I should buy this dress," Alya said, on the other side of the door.

"I swear, I will kill your best friend," Adrien muttered to me.

I silently agreed with him.

The one time when Adrien and I are about to kiss and Alya just ruined it.

"Er - give me a second. I'll be right out!" I said, over the door. That's when I noticed how Adrien and I were still really close to each other.

His arm was still around my waist and the other one was on the wall, on the left side of my head. I let go off him completely when Alya interrupted us.

"What's taking you so long? You entered the changing rooms before I did," Alya wondered.

"I was having trouble putting on the dress," I answered just as Adrien's nose brushed my neck making my nape stand up.

"I can help you put it on," He whispered to me, making me blush.

"It's already on me," I whispered to him and motioned the dress on my body. "Oh, by the way, since I don't want Alya to know that you're in here with me, do me a favour and shut up!"

"Your wish is my command," Adrien smirked mischievously before he whipped his shirt out of his head and continued to hold me in our previously intimate position.

"Oh my gosh!" I said, blushing profusely.

"What did you say?" Alya asked, over the door.

"This dress is really cute on me so I said 'Oh my gosh!' ," I lied as Adrien shook his head, with a cheeky grin on his face. He stood in front of the mirror, flexing his muscles.

Pretend that they are non-existent, Marinette, I had to myself. He was not making this easy for me at all.

"Ooh. Come out. I want to see!" Alya squealed.

"Just give me a second!" I told her, while at the same time trying to push the shirtless boy away from the mirror to the corner of the changing room so that Alya wouldn't see him.

"You'll flex your muscles later, when I'm not here," I told him when I finally got him to the corner of the room and away from the mirror.

"Do I distract you when I'm shirtless?" Adrien asked with a smirk.

I ignored him and opened the door, before shutting it behind me. I am pretty sure that Alya didn't see Adrien.

"Marinette! You look so cute!" Alya gushed and I couldn't help but blush. The dress did fit like a glove. It was like it was just made for me.

I took note of Alya's dress.

It was a beautiful red dress which ended at her mid-thigh. It had a silver belt - it was just bits and pieces of silver together forming a belt. The dress was sleeveless but it looked amazing.

"Alya! You look fantastic! Red is really your colour," I complimented her.

"I thought that since I have auburn hair, it would sort of go together," Alya shrugged shyly. "Should I buy it?"

"Yes! Definitely!" I nodded my head. Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind. "You could wear it to the dance at the end of this month,"

"Oh yeah! I nearly forgot about that!" Alya smacked her forehead. "I'll think about it. Thanks, Marinette. I'm going back to change into the clothes I wore this morning,"

I nodded and I watched her disappear into a changing room, before entering mine. Unfortunately, I forgot that I was hiding a male model in there.

"Get out!" I whispered-yelled. "I want to change!"

"That gives me more reasons to stay, Mari," Adrien poked my nose. I couldn't help but think that he did the same gesture to Chloé.

"No. Get out!" I opened the door and shoved the boy out, before shutting the door. I opened the door again to toss his shirt towards his chest.

After locking the door, I changed out of the dress and tried everything else. I decided to buy all of them. Then I also decided to buy my parents a few clothes, too. Just something to remind them of Italy.

When an hour was up, Alya and I were already at the front of the building with everyone else. Of course, Chloé was the last to show up along with Sabrina carrying both Chloé's and her stuff.

Adrien and Nino helped Sabrina, though. They, too, came late. I wondered why, but I just shrugged it off. We all voted to eat at the food court since it was about 1 pm.

I decided to get a small pizza for myself since one of the food shacks were selling that. This was Italy after all - why not try pizza from where it originated from in the first place.

Pizza, pasta and lasagne...those three dishes that I must try before I leave. Now I can check pizza off the list.

Their pizza is actually way better than I expected. The crust wasn't too thick, the cheese could be tasted along with all the other toppings and other words - I loved it.

"This pizza is really good," I told Nino since he was seated beside me.

"Let me have a piece," He reached out his hand to my plate so that he could get a slice.

I slapped his hand away. "Hey! I just said that it was really good. Get your own pizza,"

"You're mean!" Nino huffed, rubbing his arm. He looked away for a second before grabbing a slice, anyways. I was a second too late in stopping him.

"Nino!" I yelled but it was too late because he had gobbled everything down.