This is what happens, when my brain gets hyperactive. Unexpectedly the story sprouted two more chapters! Take a look if you want to follow the aftermath of the prank of pranks.

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Chapter 2 "A Model Example To Our Youth"

If Adrien thought he was screwed the moment his charming girlfriend of 12 months transformed into his former crush and Chat's partner, he thought wrong. For that was just the beginning of his trouble.

Of course when the boy saw his Lady's murderous expression (hitherto he saw it only directed at particularly difficult Akumas) he bolted, his legs simply by-passing the brain and taking the command. Adrien didn't even bother with transforming. He just grabbed Plagg, shoved him into his pocket, picked up the blonde wig and slammed it onto his head not missing a beat.

And then he just fled still screaming incoherently at the top of his lungs. It wasn't a wise choice, as it turned out the next day.

Adrien woke up in darkness, drowsy and aching all over. Apparently he slept in the same position he hit the bed when he finally made it to the mansion.

'Plagg, what time is it?' the boy rasped, suppressing a yawn.

'Morning I guess.' The kwami mumbled in response.

'Morning!?' He must have closed the curtains after arriving at his room last night in a vain attempt to shut out the whole world.

'What am I, a clock?!' Plagg grumbled. 'Why don't you check your phone,' he suggested acidly. 'It's been buzzing like mad for the last two hours.'

'What?!' Adrien grabbed his phone. The green light was blinking fiercely in the darkness, informing him of unread messages or missed calls.

Uh oh. Not good.

But before the boy could see what the buzzing was all about there was an impatient knock at the door.

'Adrien, are you up?' That was Nathalie. And her voice was authentically concerned, which did nothing to calm Adrien's nerves. Then she dropped the bomb. 'Your father requested your presence immediately.'

' 'm up! Just give me a sec!' The boy jumped out of his bed and leaped into the bathroom before Nathalie entered the room. He had fallen asleep in his prank outfit, exhausted after the frantic run from Marinette's house.

Adrien quickly shed the offensive clothes and hid them at the back of his closet. Then he cleaned the remains of his makeup, put on the first clean shirt and pants he could find and raced out of the bathroom finally unlocking his phone and browsing through the messages.

It seemed like half of the world had been trying to contact him.

…

Red alert. All hands to battle stations.

…

There were a few missed calls and unread texts from Marinette. Oh god, from Ladybug! He desperately needed to think about that, but at the moment some yet unidentified midden had hit the windmill, so he just scrolled past them to see the other messages.

Surprisingly there was a missed call from Chloe and the Mayor?! And a few texts as well. Then some messages from Nino, Alya, Nathalie and his father?! And also a bunch of unknown numbers.

What the hell?

Adrien got his answer as soon as he reached his father's study. It was staring at him from the front page of the newspaper Gabriel was reading.

"A MODEL EXAMPLE TO OUR YOUTH"

FAMOUS TEEN MODEL CAUGHT IN THE ACT!

Is "Gabriel" brand in urgent need for female mannequins?

Beneath the screaming headlines there was a grainy photo of Adrien clearly sporting women's clothes and jewelry, pressing a blonde wig to his chest. Though the picture was not of a great quality, the blue eyeshadow and mascara smeared on half of his face were also quite distinctive. To complete the absurdity of the whole scene the paper actually choose to print the photo of him in mid leap, his legs stretched into a split.

'Want to see the others?' His father asked cutting straight to the subject, pointing at an impressive pile of press titles on his desk.

'Not really…' Adrien said weakly.

'Good decision.' His father commented folding the newspaper down. 'They aren't this subtle.'

Adrien's eyes widened. There were worse headlines than that?!

Oh, crap.

Then in struck the boy, that his father was strangely calm. And for once it didn't feel like the calm before the storm.

'What happened?' Gabriel asked gently. No trace of sneer or reproof. No 'Care to explain, young man?', 'No son of mine…' or 'I'm so disappointed in you'.

How strange.

It caught Adrien totally off guard. He never was a particularly good liar and doubted he would be able to start now. He decided to go with the truth, or at least a version of it tailored to his father's needs.

'It was supposed to be a prank. I wanted to play a trick on a friend,' he confessed looking his father straight in the eyes to show that he was honest. The boy thought that he couldn't feel more embarrassed about the whole ordeal, alas, life had other ideas.

'Was that friend by any chance Marinette Dupain-Cheng?' His father asked after consulting his notebook.

Whaaa…?

'H-how… how did you know?

'Her parents called me first thing in the morning, asking for a meeting with me.' His father explained in a still calm voice, no trace of rage or irritation whatsoever. 'Apparently you suddenly ran out of Marinette's room last evening, you were wearing a strange attire and they got the impression you were visibly and audibly distressed.' Gabriel stared at his notes for a moment and then looked back at his son. 'Marinette's parents were worried something had happened to you. But they also weren't happy you were in their daughther's room at night without their knowledge or permission. Without mine too, I might add.' He looked at his son above the rim of his glasses.

'Now I can understand the rest of the fallout.' Adrien's father he sighed. 'The tabloids however are having a field day. It's like second Christmas for them.'

Still no scolding, no complaints about Adrien.

'Um, I'm sorry?' The boy offered. 'Can I do something to fix it?'

'Absolutely not. There's no way I'm letting you even talk to those hyenas. Our PR department can take care of that.' Gabriel shrugged. 'Of course, you'll have to hide for a couple of days, until this mess is cleaned. Which is rather convenient, I might add. And I'm sure it won't come as a surprise to you, that you're grounded – no school, no photoshoots, no extra activities, no going out until the PR team says the coast is clear. I'm sure this is understood.' He simply informed the boy.

Once again Adrien felt uneasy at the lack of anger or reprimand. His father just returned to his notebook, apparently forgetting his son's presence.

Who are you and what you did with my father?

Finally his curiosity got the better of him. 'Father… Why aren't you mad?' he asked carefully.

'Excuse me?'

'Why aren't you mad at me?' Adrien repeated a little louder.

Gabriel took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. 'Haven't you heard, what I've just said? There will be consequences,' he finally said.

'I know, I'm grounded.' The boy said irritably. 'But you've said it yourself, that it's mostly to keep me out of the newspeople's way. And yet you're not angry at all.' He leaned over the desk unconsciously raising his voice through his rant. 'I was outside of the house without your permission. I was in a girl's room without her parents' permission. I ran unattended in women's clothing through Paris at night. I got photographed by paparazzi and ended on numerous front pages of today's newspapers. On top of that I dragged your brand into it. And you aren't freaking out. You're not even slightly mad. Why?!'

His father put his glasses back on and pursed his lips. Then he rolled his eyes and took something from his desk. He passed it to his son.

'Maybe this will help you understand. Look under the bookmark.' He said instead of explaining anything. 'I wouldn't even know where to begin, and they say that a picture is worth a thousand words.' The man snickered turning his gaze to the pile of newspapers.

Adrien wordlessly took the thing which turned out to be an old photo album he had never seen before. There was a bookmark in the middle of it. The boy was about to open it, when his father put a hand on the book.

'Not here. Do it when you're alone in your room.' He asked. 'And I cannot stress how important it is not to show this album to anyone else? This is private.' He ended, a strange expression, a shadow of fond smile on his face.

The boy nodded and left.

As soon as the door to his room closed behind him, Adrien started browsing through the album. It turned out to contain a collection of photos of his parents during their university years. The pictures were scattered tastefully on the pages – one, two, sometimes three per page. Apart from them there were ticket stubs, sometimes an odd dried flower, his father's sketches and designs, press clippings – those made it look more like a scrapbook than a photo album. But most importantly, there were descriptions everywhere – each item was accompanied by a short note in his mother's neat handwriting.

Adrien quickly turned the pages until he found the bookmark. He stared at the page. Then he stared some more trying to convince himself that his eyes were still functioning. Plagg flew to him and plopped himself on the boy's shoulder, curious what caused his Chosen's cognitive paralysis.

Finally it was Plagg's mad cackling that brought Adrien back from wherever he'd been. He covered his mouth with his hand to stifle the laughter that was threatening to break out of his throat. It didn't help. Soon he was shaking uncontrollably alongside Plagg, who was wiping tears coming out of his eyes. They both collapsed on the bed where they laughed some more.

A few doors down the corridor Gabriel Agreste raised his head when the roars of laughter reached him, slightly muffled due to the distance between his study and his son's bedroom. The man smiled fondly at the particular memory captured in a picture in the old album.

If you want to know what was in the picture, you'll have to read the last chapter. I'll be posting it soon enough. In the meantime – tell me what do you think of this one?