Chapter 1: Swapped

Marinette POV

I wake up, not recognizing anything around me. Till I realize I am in Adrien's room. I go to scream when a black kwami appears, I recognize him. From when Chat Noir lost his miraculous.

"Adrien, what is wrong?" The black kwami asks, and if I remember correctly his name is Plagg.

"Plagg, I am not Adrien. It is me, Marinette." I whisper, afraid if I say it to loud that maybe someone will here me.

"Marinette, but this is Adrien's body and room." He says then hurries under the pillow.

A woman opens the door and says, "Adrien, you have school. You know your father won't be happy if you're late."

With that, the woman left. I rushed and grab his normal shirt, which by the way he has a lot of, and pants. I turn away from the mirror to ashamed to even look. I slip on the shirt easily. The pants were a bit harder to put on without looking but I managed to do so, only Plagg laughed at me.

I hurried down the stairs to the car, and got in. I am rushed to school, and as I am leaving the woman yells, "Don't forget Adrien, You have a photo shoot after school and then fencing lessons."

I enter and almost walk up to Alya, until I remember that I am still Adrien. I have to talk to him, me, whatever. But I don't see him, her, ugh. This is so complicated.

Nino walks up, "Hey, Dude."

"Hey, Nino." I say as I watch the real Adrien walking to Alya. "I have something I want to talk to Marinette about I'll be right back."

I leave without listening to whatever Nino has to say. Acting as Adrien is really hard. Especially, talking about myself in third person. Jeez.

Adrien, A.K.A. in my body, sees me. I see Alya's eye brow quirking up. She whispers something to him, he looks at me and gives me a questioning look.

When I reach him, I say, "Hey Marinette, can we talk?"

I am praying that he does a good job at pretending to be me. "S..Sure, A..Adrien." He says, as the corner of his mouth, no my mouth, jeez I need to stop, quirks up into a teasing motion.

But just then I hear a shrill come from behind me, "Adrikins, Why you taking to this piece of trash?"

I begin to panic, not knowing what to say. But he takes care of it. He just walks away. Ugh, how dare he leave me to talk with Chloe.

"Chloe, that wasn't very nice." I say, I think that is what he would say, right.

This day is only going to get much worse.

Adrien's POV

I wake up later than usual. Probably because I didn't hear Natalie try to wake me up. As I begin to wake up, I realize that this isn't my room. It's Marinette's, but where is she and why don't I remember coming over. I look towards the clock and see that there is 15 minutes till school starts. I get up, out of her bed and look in the mirror. But I don't see my face looking back, instead it is Marinette's. What is going on?

I grab a pair of pink pants and her normal flower shirt, which I think she washes everyday because she only has two of them. I turn away from the mirror, bushing and keeping my eyes to the wall. I manage to put on a bra and the rest of her clothes.

I go to pick up her pink bag and hear down stairs, "Marinette, you're going to be late."

I don't know what to say so I just yell back, "Coming."

I run down the stairs and almost trip and fall on my face. Marinette's dad, Tom, happens to catch me. I run out the door without breakfast. I guess that is normal because they didn't really try and stop me.

As I got to the school, a thought had entered my head, She must already know I am Chat Noir. I just had to talk to her. I walk inside and remember I have to be just like her. So instead of meeting up with Nino, I go to Alya.

"Hey, Alya." I say and she looks like she hit the jackpot.

"Girl, you don't know what I just found. And I have a few pictures of Adrien." She says, Jeez creepy much. "Well, I found this."

She hands me a poem I wrote but quickly snatches it back. I see Marinette in my body walking over.

When she makes it to just a few feet away, she say, "Hey Marinette, can we talk?"

I see the unfamiliar feeling waving off her, yet she is able to hold it back and be like me. I remember that she stutters around me. The think about what I just found out. I answer, "S..Sure, A..Adrien." I make the corner mouth quirk up into a smirk.

I hear a shrill come from behind her, "Adrikins, Why you taking to this piece of trash?"

I don't say anything, hoping he can take care of it and walk away. I see the way She handles the situation. I can't help but smile. But I do know....

This day is only going to get much worse.

Tikki's POV

I wake up late,to find Marinette has yet to wake me up. I look out of my key hole to see Marinette dressing herself weirdly. I realize that it might not be Marinette, I hurry into her bag before the supposed Marinette picks it up. I stay hidden.

Plagg's POV

Adrien is not Adrien, he is Marinette. Now she knows that he is Chat Noir and I hope that Adrien is doing okay. As Adrien/Marinette goes to school I see a hiding Tikki, watching Marinette/Adrien. I realize now that he has yet to find out.

Third Person POV

Marinette and Adrien quickly learned a lot about each other. At Lunch, Nino and Alya had a huge idea to set up a lunch between the two of them.

Adrien learns about Chloe bulling her every second she got and Lila as well. She seemed to have so much on her plate. She is always being depended on for different things. She is always trying to make other happy, but he didn't realize how much that she is struggling to keep herself up. He is struggling. Tikki had talked to The real Marinette and she said that it was okay to show Adrien since she knew his secret. She listens to Marinette. Showing herself to Adrien. He quickly realizes that Marinette is Ladybug. He just adds that to the list of everything she has to do. He can't even think of how she could possible do it all.

Marinette learns about him always being told what to do by his dad. He is always trying to make him happy. The stress that must come with it. Plagg is not much of a help either. Plagg insisted on eating cheese and laying around all lazy.

When they go to sleep, they swap back to their real selves.