Adrien was determined to get out.

His father could control what he did during the day (school, piano, basketball, etc.) but he couldn't control his feelings.

This whole thing had started out the other day.

Some paparazzi had caught him with Marinette, and had broad-casted it for the entire city, so naturally his father had seen it.

And naturally, he wanted answers.

"Adrien," he'd said, "I never approved of you having a relationship, especially withsome girl."

And that comment had done it, because no one talked about Marinette that way.

In the end, he'd simply left with an "I'm not breaking up with her, and if I were you I wouldn't interfere, because you wouldn't want to damage the Agreste name."

After that he'd been grounded.

He'd come straight home after school, and he'd have to have all his lessons done from home.

He missed having time to hang out with his friends, but they told him it was okay, and he was right that Marinette was worth it.

So today, he was going to break the rules, and take Marinette out on a proper date.

He opened his door, and called out, "I'm taking a shower!"

That way if he didn't answer his door, Nathalie wouldn't be suspicious.

And he was pretty sure she heard him.

He locked his bathroom door, and with a "Plagg! Claws out!" and a "Noooooo! I'm not done eating my ch-" He transformed, and left through his bathroom window.

He ran a couple blocks farther, just to be safe, before landing in an alley, and transforming back.

Plagg flew into his jacket, with a fight, though he knew he'd hear complaints later.

He ran over to the ice-cream shopthey were supposed to meet at to find her standing outside the door, on her phone.

"How long were you waiting for?"

He startled her to the point she actually dropped her phone, though hedidcatch it, handing it back to her.

"Thanks."

"How long were you waiting for?" He repeated.

"Not that long..."

He frowned.

"Relax, Adrien. I knew you were gonna be late, and I was actually early for once in my life."

"I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be. You did nothing wrong."

"But Mari-"

"Adrien, you did nothing wrong, so you have nothing to be sorry for." She said, firmly.

"Now come on," she took his hand, and led him into the shop, "I'm starving."

And he followed her like a lovesick puppy— or rather, kitty.

Needless to say, he was even more trouble the following day, when Gabriel was shown pictures of him on a date with his girlfriend.