A/N

Thank you all for the reviews and likes! Thanks once again for reading my fanfiction! This is a slightly longer chapter than the other ones since I won't be posting one tomorrow, I still need some thinking time... Anyways, I hope y'all like it and if you do please review. :)

That afternoon, Adrien was thinking about Marinette and the picture of her in her room, along with the hundreds of admirational photos of him. He was sitting in the back seat of his car, waiting to get to his photoshoot. The one day he thought he didn't have any activities, he had another photoshoot. Two in one week.

Adrien must of messed up or posed wrong for this to happen twice. Sighing, he opened the door when the car came to a stop and realized where he was. Marinette's apartment.

His shoulders stiffened as he saw his photographer walk into the bakery. Oh, he thought, photoshoot in the sweets aisle. He turned and faced his bodyguard, who nodded and drove away.

The 14-year-old strolled into the bakery, trying not to explode in excitement. He was going to have a photoshoot in her parent's bakery.

Vincent came over to him and started fussing with his hair. Adrien pushed him away, chuckling uneasily and flattening his attire and clothes. He wanted to look his best in front of his lady.

As Marinette's parents walked in, Adrien thanked them for letting him use his bakery, they were having photoshoots at famous shops in Paris. He looked around to the back but Marinette was nowhere to be seen. Vincent started taking pictures of him and he hoped that they would need a girl sometime soon.

Marinette was sitting in her room, rummaging through her millions of fabrics. "Ugh! I can't find it Tikki!" she exclaimed, plopping down onto the ground. "Maybe I forgot to pick it up from the shop the other day."

She recalled her memories and then groaned. "Of course, there was an akuma attack on my way there. I have to pick it up now or else I'll never finish the dress in time for the ball!"

"Wow Marinette," Tikki chirped, zipping away from her dancing exercise on her desktop. "You really are ready to go to this dance, aren't you?"

"It's not just any dance Tikki, it's the annual Valentine's Day Ball! It's supposed to be at the school gym, next week. And everyone will be there, including Adrien!"

Tikki placed her hands on her hips and flew closer to Marinette. "You still think you have to win him over, don't you?"

"Yup!"

"Well, I think you already have!"

Giggling, the bluenette grabbed her phone and purse and walked down into the apartment. "Hide Tikki," she said, running out of the front door and into the bakery.

Soon enough, she bumped into one of the customers. "Sorry," she said, and then looked up, "Adrien?"

Adrien was on the floor looking up at Marinette. He was smiling but truly, he was in awe. She looked as beautiful as ever, with a pair of jeans and a sweater. Okay, maybe the clothes didn't matter, but she still looked amazing compared to this morning.

"Wha-what are youー"

He gestured to Vincent and chuckled, "I have one of my many photoshoots, m'laーMarinette. Would you like to join me?" He put on his Chat face and she could see it. She smirked but nodded hastily.

"Yes! Yes!" Vincent clapped his hands. "Give me romance! Give me passion!"

Marinette grabbed him by the shoulder and wrapped her arms around him, whispering, "Cooperate, kitty."

Hugging and facing each other, they laughed. Vincent took a few shots and yelped, "Perfect! Perfect!"

After the photoshoot was over, Marinette seated herself on the stairwell leading to her apartment and pulled out a cookie. She gave half to her kwami and saved the rest for herself. Munching quietly, she remembered her dress.

"Oh Tikki, I'm so stupid! I was so caught up with the photoshoot that I forgot to pick up my fabric!"

She stood up again and this time ran out of the apartment complex and into another body. They clashed heads and as Marinette was rubbing hers, she heard, "Are you okay, m'lady?"

Her eyes shot up and met Adrien's as he smiled softly. He had a large blue envelope in his hands. Probably the photos, she thought.

"What's the rush?"

"Oh, nothing. I just forgot to pick up something from the shop across the street and I really need to get to it. I'll be right back, okay kitty?"

"Oh-kay," he said slowly, watching Marinette zip past him. She looked like she was an actress. A model. A movie. A dream. A ladybug. With lovesick eyes, he stared after her. He never acknowledged such beauty before, but now it was right in front of his eyes.

Adrien looked down at the envelope as Plagg flew out of his pocket and smirked at him. "And what plan are you cooking up now?"

He smirked back, "You'll see…"

In the store, Marinette looked through the many aisles of fabrics for Lucas, the 16-year-old boy who helped her with her fashion designing. "Hmm," she said, walking into a aisle full of lace. "Where is he? He does work on Saturdays, right?"

"He does," said a voice behind her. Turning around, she saw Lucas leaning against the shelf, twirling lace in his fingers. "What's up, pretty girl?"

Marinette rolled her eyes, he was such a flirt. He kinda reminded her of Chat Noir, except that Lucas was older and different. Though he was just as nice, he only helped her with her orders and designs.

"Hey Lucas," she said, pulling her jacket together. "Do you have the piece I ordered a week ago? I know I was supposed to pick it up yesterday but I had so much work to doーdo you even know how much homework they give us these days?! You know, I didn't know you worked on SaturdaysーI don't think I've ever came in on a Saturday beforeーt-that's so hard to believe, right? All I ever work on is fashion desiー"

"Marinette," Lucas cut her off, facing her. "You're blabbing again…"

She looked up at him with wide eyes and blushed. She was so clumsy with her words. "Oh, sorry. So… what about that order?"

He laughed, "Follow me."

Marinette looked down at her purse, facing Tikki's stifled chuckles. Making a face, she pushed her kwami back in there. She walked in the direction Lucas went. He was a strange person, she thought, even with his dark hair and shining eyes, his clothes were a littleーweird. She contemplated the t-shirts she could sew him as he walked behind the desk to find her package.

Maybe she should, she thought, he did always help her so much. "I'd never have gotten so far with my fashion designing without him," she whispered, glancing down to her purse. "Between you and me, Tikki, he needs a wardrobe change."

There was a high-pitched giggle from inside her purse as Lucas came back from the inventory with a frown marking his face. He looked at Marinette, "I can't find it. There were a lot of orders from another buyer who took up almost the entireーentire inventory. I can't find your package."

Marinette stared at him.

"Wanna help me?"

"Um, sure…"

She walked behind the desk and followed him into the back of the store. Who could have ordered so much fabric that it took up the whole inventory? She gasped, maybe it was Gabriel Agreste? No, why would a famous fashion designer order from a home based shop like this one?

Lucas stood in front of the door that lead to the inventory and turned back to face her. He had a huge smile of his face. "Ready?"

"Yeah, I guess, what's the big deー"

He pushed the door open to reveal a large room filled with lit candles. She walked in while she admired the beauty of them. There were so many, from the bottom shelf to the top and to the front and on the railing of the door.

"Wow," she gasped, looking up at the nonexistent ceiling. The bright sky was above her; the wind blowing her hair as she smiled warmly. She faced Lucas, who was standing in the doorway, smiling at her.

"What's all of this for?"

Lucas walked up to her, holding a small pouch in his hands. He handed it to her as she looked at him in confusion. His grin widened as he grasped her hand. "Marinette…"

"Lucas…?"

He took a step closer to her, his eyes lingering on hers. She was uncomfortable but her friend didn't know it. What was he doing?

"Close your eyes."

"Wait, whaー"

"Close them."

She shut them, still trembling with anxiety. What was this boy doing? What kind of surprise was this?

Marinette felt him get closer and closer until she could feel his breath on her face. He bent down slowly as he touched his lips to hers.

She opened her eyes widely, gasping in the process. He continued to kiss her as she stood there in shock. Tikki flew out of her purse, in front of her and shook her head violently. No, she mouthed, tell him no!

"Lucas," she gasped loudly, pushing him away by the chest, "What's gotten into you?!"

"Marinette… Don't you see? I've liked you all this time." He stepped back and smiled. "So, will you go to the ball with me?"

Looking down at her ballet shoes, her eyes widened even more as she blushed furiously. What? She thought, did he just ask meーto the Valentine's Day Ball? She shot her head up and stared up at Lucas. His dark hair fell in front of his eyes, embarrassed but confident. She remembered, when he would lean down to pick up a fallen piece of fabric, his hair covering his eyes beautifully. His eyes shining brightly everytime he laughed at her stuttering. He understood her. Butーwhat about Adrien?

"I'mーI'm sorry, Lucas. But, there's someone. Someone else."

His face fell. Marinette couldn't stand seeing him like that 一 sad, upset broken. "Oh," he mumbled, looking down at his feet. "Okay 一 um, I'm s-sorry then, just forget about it."

Marinette straightened up and put a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry about it. I'm glad you told me how you felt. It's honesty and I absolutely respect that."

He looked at her sideways and smirked slightly. "Thanks Marinette, you truly are the best."

She giggled softly. "Okay, well I have to get going but I'll see you on Tuesday right? At the ball?"

"Definitely."

As Marinette walked out of the inventory room filled with candles, Lucas stayed behind and stared up at the blue, Paris sky. He felt embarrassed, why didn't he think to ask her if she had a boyfriend? She's beautiful, he thought, and anyone would want her. And he wanted her.

A tear rolled down his cheek, but he smiled. She was still kind about it though, she respected his feeling, the way Marinette always did.

Marinette took the bag of blue fabric out of Lucas' hands and took her leave, feeling sorry for the boy in the store. Maybe it'd be different… only if… ー "Marinette!"

Her head jolted up and she saw Adrien waving to her across the street. Oh, she thought, I had left him waiting this entire time! She quickly crossed the road and met up with him, with Plagg moaning on his shoulder.

"Hey, A-adrien!" she said, panting from the running, "WhatーWhat's up?"

The blond stuck a hand in his hair, ruffling it gently. His cheeks were slightly flushed from the warm weather outside. With his green eyes wide, he mumbled something under his breath.

"What was that?" Plagg groaned, sitting up. "Say it a little louder! She can't hear you."

Marinette stared back at him. Why was he hesitating? Wasn't it usually her that couldn't form words around him? She smirked slightly, realizing what was happening to her crush.

He knew that she was Ladybug now. It changed everything. Adrien had loved the girl with the mask the entire time while she loved the person behind it. She was his crush now. His crush. She'd always wondered how it would be if he liked her back, and now, that was exactly was she was experiencing.

They say dreams come true.

Adrien grabbed her hand, blushing furiously. Marinette's cheeks burned as well as she watched his face carefully. The wind blew against them swiftly and the boy's hair parted in a different direction, changing the view of his facial structure. His hair looked much more wild, much more Chat Noir like.

She gasped, noticing the difference, but quickly closed her mouth and smiled lightly.

But they forgot that nightmares are dreams too.

"Will you go to the ball with me?"