Hi guys,

I'd like to start by saying thank you to my wonderful readers, and especially the one's who have already reviewed my story. Everything you say is taken into consideration, and I'll see if I can work in some of your suggestions. (I've only had...one? so far, so it shouldn't be too hard)

This chapter isn't quite as light hearted, but I really like it...

so...

Yeah. Enjoy!

Adrien sighed, and slowly scrolled down the home page of the Ladyblog. He scoffed at the headlines as his finger tapped the down arrow on his wireless keyboard. Glancing at the time, Adrien sighed once again. Nino's party would start in exactly three hours and twelve minutes, and Adrien was under house arrest. Not really, but I might as well be, he thought bitterly as he spun around in his desk chair.

"What's the big deal, kid?" Plagg yawned, and floated up to Adrien's left shoulder, "it's not like there would have been camembert there anyways. Cut your losses, and run and get me some cheese."

Adrien glared at his kwami. Plagg never seemed to understand anything other than camembert, and the fine art of consuming it. Running a hand through his golden hair, Adrien had never felt so lonely before in his life.

It wasn't just the fact that he would miss out on his best friend's birthday part. It was mostly that, even though Nino knew that the odds of Adrien being able to make it were next to none, Nino had still invited him to the party. When Adrien attempted to bring the party up to Nathalie the other morning, she had curtly told him that, in preparation for an upcoming shoot, he was not to be permitted to leave the house unless it was for school, or an extracurricular activity. Adrien knew that there wasn't really any point in arguing, his father was cold and once his mind was made up, there was no changing it.

Even for his son's own happiness.

So Adrien sat on his desk chair, chin propped up on the back rest, legs splayed out on either side, and spun around in countless circles.

Deflated, I'm deflated like Chloe's hair on a windy day, Adrien groaned to himself. The fact that his only company was a cheese-loving kwami certainly did not cheer him up. In fact, Plagg had gone right back to napping on one of Adrien's throw pillows currently scattered on his floor. I wonder If Ladybug's kwami is as standoffish as mine…

Ladybug.

Probably the only person in Paris, probably in the whole world for all he knew, that genuinely looked out for him and would stand by him no matter what. He wished so desperately that he could count his mother on that list, but she was gone now, and left Adrien no explanations as to why. Maybe that was why he adored Ladybug so much-she had a heart of gold.

"Adrien!"

He could practically hear Ladybugs voice call out to him. He had only met her as Adrien a handful of times, but to hear her say his name, that was truly something else. Something special. She made him feel specia-

"Adrien!"

He moaned, and abruptly stood up from his chair. "Even when she's not here, I can still hear her voice float over me," Adrien wailed and dramatically flopped over onto the floor. "What I wouldn't give to tell her how much she really means to me!"

"Well kid, it's your lucky day," Plagg said, eyes twinkling, and nodded his head toward Adrien's large glass windows. Adrien's head shot up from where it was resting on his carpeted floor. Much to his dismay and distress, not to mention surprise, Ladybug perched on his windowsill.

Her face had a lightly amused expression, the light dancing in her eyes matched Plagg's, but Adrien didn't mind it in the eyes of his lady. Quickly, he brushed himself off, stood up with as much dignity as he could muster, and marched over to his window. Opening the pane of glass, Adrien grinned sheepishly, "Ladybug, it's so nice to see you-is everything alright?" He added the last part worriedly, fearing that he might have to use the shower again as an excuse to transform into Chat Noir.

"Oh, I actually came to check on you," Ladybug said kindly and slipped into his rather large bedroom. "I was in the neighborhood, and I saw you looking upset. I don't know if you know this or not, but Akumas feed off of negative emotions, and I didn't want you to be their next target."

Adrien widened his eyes, like he did during photo shoots where he was supposed to be surprised. "That makes so much sense, about the akumas, I mean. Thanks for checking in on me."

He stood aside, allowing Ladybug to walk around his room. With a blush, he realized that the Ladyblog was still up on his computer monitors. "So, what's got you feeling down, Adrien?" Ladybug asked as she sat down on his plush carpet.

"Well, you see my friend, Nino, is having his birthday party in a little less than three hours. And I'm not exactly allowed to go, because I apparently need to rest for a pretty big photoshoot in Cannes tomorrow," Adrien said simply. He wasn't used to telling anyone about how he felt, so he nervously plucked the hem of his white button down. "It's just-I may be kind of famous and all, but I don't really have the freedom to explore what makes me happy, like hanging out with friends. Well, at least I hope they're my friends."

Ladybug stared at him for a moment, stood up, and held out her hand. "Why don't I give you a lift to the party? I can come back when it's over, and your father doesn't need to know," she asked softly, and smiled when Adrien firmly laced his fingers in hers.

"Sounds great, My La-" Adrien coughed, panicking at his blunder, "my late streak might finally come to an end, seeing as we'd arrive several hours early.

"Oh, right," Ladybug smiled, oblivious to Adrien's moment of terror, much to his relief.

"Would you like something to drink while we wait?" He asked, and she nodded her head.

And with that, their afternoon together had begun.

And that's a wrap.

I'll see you next time, and I hope this brought a smile to your face. Yes/no/maybe so?