"Uh, the Guardian?" Daizzy was nervous, like he wasn't sure if he should tell me.

"Get in my pajama pocket now," he did, and I jumped out my window, leaving my phone resting on my bed. Once I had landed, I walked to the park where I finally let Daizzy out of my pocket. I had to find somewhere where we would be alone, and apparently the bushes seemed like a good idea. "Start talking, Daizz."

"The Guardian is this one guy who watches over all the people in the world, he really isn't important. You should forget about-"

"Hawk Moth mentioned him, so I doubt 'he really isn't important', so I want to see him."

The Kwami looked terrified, then defeated. Without saying a word, he took the pencil I always had in my ponytail and a gum rapper randomly dropped on the ground. I watched as he wrote something, his face sad. Once finished, he handed me the rapper that had an address written on it. "Just go there, but go there as Cochon," poor Daizz. I hope I wasn't getting him in trouble. But at the same time, I was too curious.

"Daizzy, pig out!" I transformed into my alter ego and flew to the address. I walked into the room as Sam, in my black sweatpants and red, baggy, sweatshirt to find a man. I couldn't hold back the gasp. "You're that man that I helped last week!" I realized I was pointing at him, and Daizzy went to float before him. "Daizzy! Get back-" The man sitting on the floor put his hand up to stop me.

"Why is she here, Daizzy?" The man asked.

"She, she heard Hawk Moth talk about you, and she began asking questions," he sounded so ashamed, my heart broke for him.

"It took her longer than I would have thought, I knew I had chosen a particularly curious Cochon for the job." Daizzy looked at the smiling man, and I suddenly saw a green Kwami float right in my face.

"Who is this, Master Fu?" The man stood up, and I realized he had a green bracelet on.

"Wayzz, this is Samantha. Samantha, Wayzz. He is the Kwami for the turtle Miraculous." He opened a book that was on a table behind him, and began flipping through the pages. "What are you going to ask to eat for transformations, Daizzy?" He had an accent, my guess was Chinese, but I couldn't be sure.

"You, you aren't mad?" Daizzy asked.

"Of course not, all of the Miraculous holders must learn about me at some point," he went to a cabinet and pulled out a group of vials, all different colors.

"What are those for?" I asked Master Fu, walking towards him.

"Each of these tubes includes the ingredients so you can gain special abilities for special situations. You can store them in any form, so long as Daizzy can eat it, and you always have them with you."

"What do you mean?" My mind was filling with questions, but I wanted to stay on topic, that way this man didn't think me disrespectful.

"Well, Cat Noir has put these in little blocks of cheese for his Kwami and Ladybug has baked all hers into mac-, sweets."

After we had discussed everything we could about the miraculous and it's special powers, I decided to get on the topic of Hawk Moth.

"Why did you give me a Miraculous? You already have Ladybug and Cat Noir. Why risk Hawk Moth getting a third Miraculous?"

"I fear they might need an extra hand in the future. Where did you hear Hawk Moth speaking about me?" We were sitting in the middle of the room, the two Kwamis chasing each other around the room.

I trusted him, he trusted me. He deserved the same respect he gave me, with honesty. "I noticed a large window that somehow gets hidden during the day at the Agreste mansion. It looks over the entire city, so I think either Adrien Agreste or his father," I felt a lump rise in my throat. "I followed a white butterfly, and," my gaze drifted from the small man to the window. And an idea came into my head to prove my theory, and I stood up and barked my words. Before, they were scattered, fuzzy, now, clear as day. Sharp as a 90 degree angle. "I have to go. Daizzy!" I scrambled to get the vials and ran out the door. "Thank you, Master Fu!"

When I got home, I baked a popular snack among kwamis with the help of of my own kwami helper.

"So, what you are making is designed specifically for the special transformations. Add a bit of the vials, no, a bit more. Good. Now add some grass, add some cheese. No, more cheese. Don't be shy, come on add more."

"That's all the cheese we have, dude!" I whispered back to him. He smiled at me, it was five in the morning by the time I finally finished. My mother, since it was a Thursday, she had to leave at three in the morning. I put the snacks in my shirt pocket, both the special ones and the regular ones, both in separate bags. I ran to get ready for school, and I found Marinette in her desk, surrounded by costume bags. She was asleep, and I realized it was six. She was the only person in the room besides me, and I gently nudged her awake.

"Gah!" Her arms flailed and she ended up on the floor, the bags along with her. I picked the one that fell on her head and helped her up. "Thanks, Sam," she saw the bag in my hands and her expression changed. "I uh, was wondering, if, home take it you with?" I smiled and picked up the other bags, handing them to her.

"Is this one mine?" I was really excited, and she was really nervous. She just nodded, her arms behind her back.

"Yes, but I need you to promise me you won't look at it! I am going to see if a friend, can, a, come over! And make sure everything is alright!"

I nodded, unsure what she meant, and sat back down in my own seat. I could hear a quiet voice speak from my shirt. "Who do you think she means?"

"I'm not sure, but I know it's going to be hard not to even sneak a small peek."

"I can look when we get back to your house, and tell you if you'll like it." I was about to respond when I saw Luka walking in with his sister. He made me uncomfortable, sure he had good intentions, but it made me feel violated. I covered my face with my hands, and I could feel my hair surrounding me.

"Sam?" I looked up to see Nathaniel and Marc standing next to me. Although Nathaniel seemed somewhat comfortable, Marc was staring intensely at the floor.

"Oh, hey! Have you two begun the comic book?" I asked the pair as I stood up. I ran over to Marinette who had fallen asleep once again, and took Nathaniel's bag from her desk and handed it to it's owner.

"We were just brainstorming last night. Marc has come up with a bunch of great ideas, but I haven't seen Cochon enough to sketch enough flattering illustrations." He sat down behind me. He opened his costume bag, and I just saw his eyes light up, and he showed it to Marc, who reluctantly looked at the outfit that was blocked by my vision.

"Yeah, uh, Adrien cut it and Marinette and I sewed it," The two boys had their mouths open. Part of me wanted to see what is was, but I knew if I saw anyone else's, I would want to look at my own outfit, and I didn't want to upset Marinette.

"Hey, what are you looking at?" I turned around to see Adrien walking in with Nino, who had his arm around Alya.

"You just gained two new admirers with your outfit making skills," I faced the blond boy, my thumb pointing to the awe-struck boys behind me. Adrien smiled, and looked to Marinette.

"What's wrong with her?" I shrugged, and watched as he gently shook the arm her head was rested on. Her head slipped off onto the table hard, and Adrien just froze. Everyone was watching us, and I could hear the sound of a zipper closing behind me.

"What's going on?" Luka. Great.

"She fell asleep, she was probably up all night making our outfits," Adrien observed.

"Marinette!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. I'm sorry, but she fell asleep, she isn't dead. She woke up, her head jolting up, surprising the Luka and Adrien who were both super close to her.

"What?" She shouted. When she saw the two boys next to her, and her face turned red as Ladybug's suit. Alya giggled, and I rolled my eyes.

"Girl, your compass is goin crazy!" Alya managed through her laughs.

"Alya!" Marinette yelled.

"What do you mean?" Adrien asked the girl with Nino.

"She means nothing, blondie. Mari here just broke her compass when she went for a late night walk with Alya," Why were these boys so clueless? I walked towards them, shooing all but Alya away. "Boys, go. She just woke up, and she isn't dying. Go! Keep moving, and Luka," I stopped pushing them to the other side of the room. "Go back to your own class. You can talk to your sister or Marinette during lunch or after school has ended. You hear?" The tall boy looked down at me, just a girl as tall as his chin. He looked like he was about to say something when he decided otherwise and just waved to Marinette before exiting the room.

"Geez, girl! You've been hanging around Cat Noir so much, you've grown claws!" I looked to Alya, and realized Marinette looked confused.

"What happened?" I smiled at the oblivious girl, and just pat her shoulder before heading back to my seat. Marc looked at me, eyes wide, and just stood there.

"Is everything alright?" I asked, I was fearful I had scared him. I didn't want people to think I was rude, and seeing as this is one of the first times I have actually met him, I'm guessing I didn't make the best impression. And I also yelled at Luka to leave just because this wasn't his class, and it's the same case for the boy that used his dark hair as a shield for his face.

"I-I should go," he said under his breath and walked out the door. I sat next to Nathaniel and put my head in my hands.

"I am a terrible person," I confided to Nathaniel.

"You just snapped. Besides, I saw a picture of your outfit in the group chat between-"

"Wait," I put my head up. "You know? Who else knows?" I grabbed the boy's shirt collar in a teasing way, with a smile on my face and little effort in my hands. "I am dying! Why can't I know, Nathaniel!" He had a smile on his face, and he began chuckling. I let go of his shirt, and I couldn't help but laugh myself.

"Don't worry, in two months for the dance, it will have been worth the wait. Besides, it isn't finished yet." Nathaniel said through smiling teeth. "Speaking of the dance, who-"

"Why is it that all of the guys are asking me who I plan on asking, yet so far, I have no recollection of any of the girls asking me?" I interrupted him.

"I guess-"

"Don't worry, I don't plan on asking you, or Luka, or even Adrien. I don't know, but I assure you, the moment I know who, I will shoot you a text. But you better let me know if some girl asks you, deal?"

"Sure. But there is only one girl I want to ask me, but I don't think she notices me." He looked at me, but I knew he was speaking about Marinette who was stumbling on her words with Adrien.

"What do they put in the water in Paris?" I asked, dramatically.

"Class! Sit down!" Ms. Bustier yelled. All the students scrambled to their seats, and as the teacher began taking attendance, I couldn't help but think of my evil plot to get Marinette to ask Adrien to the dance. Perhaps Luka. Luka really seemed to care for her, while Adrien seems to see her as "just a friend". Nathaniel likes her, but she sees him as a friend. Why does everyone have to have a crush at this school?

No! Stay focused. Tonight, you are going to be visited by someone Marinette is sending, then you are going to figure out for sure, if one of the Agreste guys is actually Hawk Moth.

Classes dragged on, and I hung my outfit in my locker, just so I wouldn't be tempted to look. Lunch came, and I walked over to Luka.

"Hey, I'm sorry, you don't deserve to be talked to like that. If there is anything," I said, standing next to him in the lunch line.

"It's alright, Samantha. I understand, you were stressed." His voice was so calming, and I thought about what Alya kept talking to Marinette about. The compass, I would have to ask in private, but I had a feeling it was somehow connected to Luka and Adrien and Mari's feelings towards them.

"Perhaps, but I am still sorry for-" I glanced over to the table for just a second, and saw Lila hugging Adrien. Although I could only see the back of his head, I could see Marinette getting upset. "If you care about Mari, I need you to just follow me." I held my food tray with one hand and grabbed the boy's arm with my other. He looked at me like I was crazy, but I was not going to let some girl turn one of my friends into an akumatized victim. I put as much force as I could into throwing Luka towards Marinette. I hardly even moved him, but he got the hint and ran over to the girl, sliding next to her.

"Hey, M-M-Marinette," he chuckled to her. She looked shocked, then embarrassed.

"Hey, Luka," she had a smile on her face, and I sat between Adrien and Nino, putting my arm around Adrien, looking towards Lila.

"Sorry, this one is reserved for someone else. Bye!" She just smiled at me, letting go of the boy.

"Sam! I wouldn't want a boy to come between us. I was just wondering if he needed help in Physics."

Marinette was crushing the soul out of her apple. I kicked her leg under the table, and continued talking calmly to the girl. "Really? How funny! Adrien, weren't you just talking about how you have an A+ in Physics?" I gave him a glance. He nodded, and I leaned my head against my arm that was around his shoulders. "See? He's just fine." I stood up so I was facing Lila, my arms crossed. "Listen, I would really like to be your friend, just not if you lie about my friends." She grabbed my arm and dragged me into the bathroom. "Hey, what are you doing?" She put her face in mine, which I found shocking. "Wow, outside, in front of Adrien you are just a perfect angel!" I said.

"Stay away from him, or I'll-"

"What? You'll never let me date him? That's fine, we don't actually like each other like that." I just smiled at her. I wasn't going to insult her, that would make me just as terrible as her.

"Then you'll be best staying out of my way. I will make everyone hate you so you won't have any friends."

I put a hand on my hip and brought the sass. "If they are true friends, they'll be able to separate the lies from the truth. If they believe you over me, then that will just show me they don't actually trust me. So that would actually be a favor." I waved to her as I exited the bathroom. Behind me, I could hear Lila "crying". I turned to see the girl running to Ivan, her face buried in her hands. I stood there, waiting his reaction, I heard her say something, and he shot me a look like I was a dead man. He was saying something, and I decided it be best if I ran back to the lunch table. I sat down next to Adrien and looked straightforward.

"Don't believe anything she says, I may have just ticked her off."

The rest of the day was calm, and I ran to the apartment complex, excited to see who Marinette had sent. Right when I reached the main doors, I realized I had forgotten the outfit in my locker at school. "Are you going to go get it?" Daizzy asked.

"Yeah, do you want to go to my backpack instead?" I asked him. I transferred him, and began sprinting back to school. When I finally reached my locker, I grabbed the bag and turned around to find someone in an all black outfit standing behind me. Instinctively, I swept his legs to the side, and put my foot on his throat. When I realized who it was, I helped him up. "Cat Noir? What are you doing here?" He took my hand and actually tried to use it to lift himself up. Unfortunately, he was so heavy, he ended up pulling me down to the ground with him.

"Sorry!" He stood up, and I decided to accept his help, knowing he might connect the dots if I were to defiantly refuse his help.

"It's alright, I'm sorry I-"

The boy with green eyes began flexing his muscles, "don't worry, purrr-ty. I let you do that, I didn't want to hurt your pride." I couldn't fight the smile that overtook my face.

"I see, so why were you stalking me?" I tilted my head. He pulled out his baton and put it behind his neck, resting his hands on the metal.

"I wouldn't call it 'stalking', but even if I was," he leaned close to me. "Isn't that you do with your 'Catablog'?" He made the quotations with his fingers.

"Well played. But I assume you didn't just decide randomly to come visit me. What's up?" I asked, my hand beginning to hurt from the hanger on my fingers.

"Didn't Marinette tell you? I'm your guest!"

"Wait, why?" He handed me his baton, and indicated I should hand him the costume bag. I did, and he ran into the men's bathroom.

"Wait there!" I heard a voice come from the bathroom.

"I miss Plagg!" I cupped my hands for Daizzy to sit in.

"I know, but you can't see him right now. You know that, right?" I knew that wasn't the best thing I could have said. He looked so sad. I knew he was lonely, but I couldn't exactly get him some kwami friends. "How about I take you to see Wayzz tonight. Deal?"

"Yep-er-oo!"

"But you have to go back into my bag, alright?" The pink and black kwami nodded and flew behind me. I turned around to shut my locker when I heard the bathroom door open and close, indicating Cat Noir had finally finished.

"Here you go, Samantha," he returned the bag to me with a bow, and I just took it from him in an awkward manner.

"Call me Sam, and thanks. You didn't burn it to shreds, right?" I rose an eyebrow.

To my surprise, Cat Noir simply shrugged. "Guess you'll have to wait until the dance. Speaking of which,-"

"Shut up and sit. I don't know who I am going to ask, so I need people to stop pestering me! They aren't interested in who Marinette is going to ask, although she'll probably end up asking Luka or-" I realized I had begun to go on a rant. "Oh, sorry."

The boy only smiled a bright smile, "It's alright, Sam. Who is the other boy she might ask?"

"Nobody. It isn't my job to share. Besides, I doubt she'll have the courage to ask A-ny boy anyways. She just gets so nervous, I feel bad for her." I was sitting on the bench next to Cat Noir. "I'm sorry, I bet you have other things to do. Super hero stuff." I heard him chuckle, and I heard my phone ring, it was four. "Hey, so I have to be getting home soon, would you mind answering a few questions for my blog?"

"Anything for my most purr-fect fan!" He performed his signature bow on the bench.

Note from the Author

Alright, so I know that was really fast moving. I just wanted to get all that in, but I realize now I could have spaced it out. I don't know, I kind of like it like this. I inserted some Sadrien and Cat Noir and Sam. That's it. I don't really have to repeat the same thing, over and over, right? Yeah.