Note: I fixed some silly mistakes. lol
They walked into the college with their hands locked together and looked into each other's eyes. Marinette smiled and kissed him gently on the lips.
He walked her to her next course and held both of her hands in his. He rested his forehead on hers and smiled. "See you tonight? La tour Eiffel?" He whispered to her.
"Yes." Marinette was breathless and in love. The date had felt like a dream. She was waiting to wake up and have it be some illusion.
"I'll see you then, m'Lady." Adrien let his hands slip from hers and he walked away from her with a hand in his pocket and the other waving good-bye.
She waved back with a wide smile before touching her cheeks and blushing. Her knees buckled and she fell against the wall. She had to be dreaming. There was no way this was happening to her.
Adrien smirked and walked off to his photoshoot that was scheduled that day. He had already informed his next professor that he would have to miss it and because of his father's well known name,especially at that school, his professor hadn't cared. He sighed at the fact that something so small,such as his name, could create such big waves. It was exhausting for him and a heavy burden to bear.
He walked out and waited for his driver to pull up. Within moments a silver car pulled up in front of the college and he opened the door and got into the back seat. His life hadn't changed much. He felt stuck. Time never felt like it was moving, except when he would look in the mirror. His body was more muscular and his shoulders more broad. His face, more chiseled and his eyes seemed older somehow. He looked more exhausted, but he could blame that on the lack of sleep and the duel lives as Adrien and Chat Noir.
He sat quietly in the car and watched the world pass by the window. He rested his cheek on his hand and sighed. His driver pulled the car into the location. It was the Jardin des Tuileries. One of his father's favorite places to take photos of his newest fall styles. Adrien sighed and stepped out of the car.
His driver followed him through the garden to the area where a tent stood for what he assumed was for wardrobe changes.
Vincent stood messing with his camera lense and makeup artists and wardrobe personnel ran around, setting up.
He felt like a puppet, as he was rushed to makeup. He felt like everyone was pulling him from one way to another. Once he had to get dressed a woman threw clothes into his arms and pushed him into the small white tent to get changed. He sighed and let himself be thrown into the changing area.
He threw on the high waisted tan slacks, the black belt, the white v-neck tee, the open long crushed velvet plum trench coat, and the brown dress shoes.
Adrien stepped out of the tent and threw his arms out. A stylist ran over to him and began to mess with his outfit. Letting the tail of the belt loose and dangle slightly to the side. She tucked his shirt in and he looked past her with an unamused look. He hated being fussed over. He hated everything about modeling. He only did it to make his father happy.
The hairstylist came over and fixed his hair into a messy yet perfectly placed style with some of the strands hanging into his eyes. A woman from wardrobe handed him a pair of silver aviators, which he placed over his eyes.
"Ready?!" Vincent clapped his hands to call for them to stop.
Adrien sighed and walked over to where he would be taking photos beneath some trees. They were a beautiful fall color that would play well with the purples in his coat and the greens in his eyes. Not too exciting for Adrien to think about, but he knew Vincent and his father had thought it through extensively.
He shifted one foot out with a hand resting in his pocket. He used his other hand to drop the sunglasses down his nose and peered into the camera with stunning emerald eyes.
"Perfect!" Vincent clicked the camera several times from different angles.
Adrien dropped the glasses from his face to the side of his hip and ran a hand through his hair with his face angled up.
"Yesss… yes…" Vincent dropped to the ground and began taking photos from different angles before standing up. "Alright, wardrobe change!"
Adrien sighed and walked off after a stylist. She threw new clothes into his arms and he let her shove him back into the tent.
Marinette sat in her design class and bit the end of her pencil. She was looking over her design concept, but all she could think of was Adrien.
Her design professor walked around all of the tables and surveyed design after design. She came to Marinette and looked it over.
"Interesting choice of colors." Madame Bellamy touched her chin with her fingers, while her other arm was across her chest.
Marinette looked up at her. "I thought that the plum tones would bring out the brighter shades in the emeralds, Madame."
"It's a beautiful pairing, Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng." Madame Bellamy rounded her table with a smile and moved on to the next student.
Marinette smiled at her picture. The generic male model had hair like Adrien's and the body shape was similar to his too. She hoped her instructor hadn't noticed. He was widely well known, especially in Paris.
Class ended and Marinette packed up her bags and walked out into the hallway. She looked at the ground and ran into something or rather someone.
She looked up to meet emerald eyes that matched her recent design.
"Hi." Adrien caught her by her upper arms with a smile.
"Hi." Marinette blushed and dropped her sketch, she had been working on in class.
He bent down to grab it. He held it in his hand and looked at it with a smile. "Plum really does bring out the green in my eyes."
He handed it to her and her lips parted. "I was just-" She couldn't form words.
"I just came back from a photoshoot. I was hoping I could walk you home." He pointed behind him and then smiled at her.
"I thought we were meeting tonight." Marinette finally got words to form on her lips.
"We are. I just wanted to take you home first." He smiled at her.
Adrien took her hand and they walked out of the school and towards her place. She lived in a small apartment that was a few streets away. It wasn't a far walk. Adrien admired the fact that she lived by herself because he was still stuck at his father's house in the same room that held him captive for years.
They stopped in front of her building and he kissed her hand. "Until tonight, m'Lady." He bowed and smiled at her before she parted with him and went through the glass double doors. They were framed in elegant white wood and the handles were gold.
Adrien smirked and put his hands in his pockets before walking back to the stark monochromatic mansion. Plagg stayed close inside his shirt and hid so that no passersby would notice him.
He walked through the streets before he landed in front of the giant filigreed gates. He punched in a code and it opened slowly to let him into its depths. Adrien hated the house because it felt like a giant bird cage. One that he couldn't get away from no matter how hard he tried.
Adrien opened the giant double doors to see his father on the stairs.
"Where have you been?" Gabriel glared down at his son with his hands behind his back.
"I was out hanging with a friend, father." Adrien looked at the ground. He couldn't meet his father's eyes.
"From what I've heard… she's not just some friend." Gabriel brought a paper from behind his back. "$4,000 charge on your card at Cafe Noir?"
"Father… I just wanted to thank her for-" He couldn't say the real reason for his lunch date. "helping me with homework."
"With a four thousand dollar meal?" Gabriel looked at him skeptically.
"She helped me a lot?" His voice curled up a note and he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Don't lie to me, Adrien." Gabriel frowned at his son. "Stop seeing this girl. If you even so talk to her and I find out… I'll cut your meal portions in half and you know I can do that. Winter will be here soon and you need to lean out more. And if you so think of escaping? I had new cameras installed outside of your room."
Adrien sighed and put his hands in his pockets with his head down. "Yes, father."
"Now, go practice your piano!" Gabriel pointed towards his room and Adrien slinked past him.
Plagg hugged his chest and Adrien placed a hand over him, as he walked through his bedroom doors.
He threw his phone into the dock and let it play the song he was supposed to be playing. Adrien walked over to his bed and fell onto it with his face in his pillow.
Adrien forgot that he had never gotten Marinette's number, so he couldn't even warn her.
"Why don't you just meet her at la tour eiffel?" Plagg zipped over to him from his camembert stash.
"My father's getting smarter. You know that. He installed cameras all over this place. Especially around my room." Adrien sighed into his pillow. "I can't even transform here anymore."
"So, escape." Plagg chewed on his cheese.
"Easier said than done, my friend." Adrien groaned and flung a pillow over his head.
Plagg shrugged and sat on the pillow beside him.
"I might as well give up." Adrien whined and rolled over holding his pillow to his chest.
Ladybug sat at la tour eiffel and waited. She watched the sunset and rested her head on her hand. She played with her yo-yo and sighed.
Stars took over the golden sky and a tear fell down her cheek. She drew her knees to her chest and opened her yo-yo to the tracker. There was no neon green paw print to be found on the map.
She slammed it shut and looked at the stars. She thought about how perfect they were and how much she wanted to be a part of them.
Every sound she heard around her made her sit up straight. Every small crack or pop made her look around for Chat, but he was nowhere to be found.
After several hours, she gave up and swung her way home.
She leaped into her bedroom window and fell to her bed. She let the tears overwhelm her.
She covered her mouth with her hand and barely got the words out. "Tiki. Spots off."
Tikki fell from her earrings and Marinette pulled her knees to her chest, lying on her side. Her chest burned and ached and she bit her lip, while she sobbed uncontrollably.
"Awww… Marinette… Just because he didn't show up doesn't mean that he's gone." Tikki tried to comfort her holder.
"Tikki…" Marinette shivered and could barely talk. "He stood me up."
"Maybe something came up?" Tikki tried to look at the bright side.
"He's never not shown up." Marinette sobbed into her knees.
"I'm sorry, Marinette." Tikki touched her shoulder and let her cry it out.
Song I wrote most of this to: Wicked by Boy Epic