Author's Note: DOUBLE POST YEEHAW PLEASE READ NOTE AT THE BOTTOM
Chapter Thirteen
"Hey," he said, no nervousness despite the eyes watching them. Being a model must make it easier for him to be in front of others. "I was wondering if you'd like to be my girlfriend?"
At a loss for words, she nodded excitedly. He stood up for a quick hug, handing her the rose in the process. She went to open her locker and felt his eyes on her as a ton of roses fell out. She laughed, feeling more relaxed now that everyone had gone back to talking amongst themselves at a normal volume. He helped her push the rose bouquet back into her locker and pulled a box of those same chocolates from before out of the top of her locker. "Tada!"
"You've really stepped up your game since the last time you asked me out," she joked. He leaned in.
"It gets better," he said.
"Wow, no way. But, where's Alya?"
Cue the screaming best friend. Alya jumped on Marinette's back, shaking the blue-haired girl up. "I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING THIS IS SO AMAZING HOLY COW THESE TWO DORKS HAVE FINALLY STOPPED FRIENDZONING EACH OTHER—"
"Alya, chill out!"
She stepped down and took a deep breath as Nino's hand found its way to her shoulder. "Can I at least get a picture with the newlyweds?"
"Haha, we aren't married, Alya."
Shrugging, she forced them to take a picture with her. When the friends made it to class, Marinette still sat next to Adrien, but this time, he held her hand under the table, which did not go unnoticed by Alya or Nino. Adrien kissed her forehead before he left for his next class, while Marinette stayed in her seat since her next class was in the same room. Alya slid down into the seat next to her, with Nino close behind.
"What's going on?" Alya interrogated.
"What?" Marinette refused to make eye contact.
"Why are you guys so lovey-dovey? He just asked you out like an hour ago and you're already holding hands and kissing foreheads?"
Marinette searched for an answer. "Time flies when you're in love?" she offered weakly.
"What the heck? What the heck," Alya said at the same time that Nino spoke.
The boy smiled. "Right on!"
Alya glared at him. "Nino and I didn't even kiss until a month after we started—"
"You kissed?" Marinette shouted. "You didn't tell me!"
Alya facepalmed. "This isn't about me, Marinette; it's about you and Mr. Sunshine Child. How did your relationship progress right under our noses like this?" She sounded incredulous.
"Remember that time we were emailing in class?" Marinette asked. "We were…emailing each other.
Marinette's best friend considered whether or not she should be offended by Marinette's previous lies, but she brushed it off. "I'm just really happy for you, girl." Alya squeezed in a hug and pinched Nino when he stole her seat just before class started.
…
At the end of that wonderful day, an akuma came along. The heroes quickly stopped the villain, sharing little moments of adoration before the akuma was purified. This time, when the press gathered at the scene of the attack, Chat Noir stayed behind, grabbing his Lady's hand before she could leave. Neither of them had used Lucky Charm or Cataclysm, so they wouldn't time out. After fielding a few questions on evildoing in Paris, the conversation turned to love, as it always did. At this point, Chat Noir dropped to one knee, just as he had that same morning as Adrien. Ladybug shot him a pleasantly confused look, but she couldn't really react or ask anything in front of all the cameras.
"Ladybug," he started, looking down at the ground for confidence. "I've known you for a long time, and I've loved you for just hours short of that time. I know that sounds dramatic," he said, eliciting a chuckle out of her. "But it's the truth. Will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?"
She gave him a sly smile. "Well, when you put it like THAT…yes." She expected him to stand and hug her, but instead, he calmly stood next to her and asked for more questions to be asked.
At one point, his arm sneaked around her shoulders, and he called her "the love of his life" to a random reporter. When all was said and done, they parted ways with yet another kiss, and Paris went wild behind them.
Marinette fell on her bed but found no respite because Alya called her not a few seconds later. "Today has been the best day of my life," Alya declared dramatically.
"What a coincidence," Marinette said, smiling genuinely. "Mine, too."
"Girl," Alya said, unable to contain her excitement. "Not only did you and Adrien get together, but my OTP—don't get me wrong, you guys are my OTP too, it's just that you were gonna get with him anyway—my OTP got together today as well!"
"And who is your OTP again?" The pigtailed girl played dumb.
"LADYBUG AND CHAT NOIR STARTED DATING AND ATE EACH OTHER'S FACES OFF ON LIVE TELEVISION MARINETTE DON'T PRETEND YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" Alya was screaming.
"Woah, chill." But Alya didn't hear her friend.
"I'M SO EXCITED! MY WHOLE CREW IS GETTING TOGETHER."
"I'm excited, too." Marinette rolled over.
"Oh, am I keeping you from Adrien?"
"No, I love talking to you, Alya. Best friends before boy—" Alya cut her off.
"Nino's calling gotta go love you bye!" So much for best friends before boyfriends.
Marinette still felt like something was missing on this amazing day. And she knew exactly what it was.
…
Ladybug stopped just outside Adrien's window at 11:30 p.m. She knocked, peering in to see if he had already gone to sleep. Unable to find him, she called him.
"Hey, are you home?" she said as soon as he picked up.
"Well, hello to you, too," he said, chuckling. "I could ask you the same thing. I'm on your balcony."
"Hah! I'm outside your window."
"…Wow."
"We're idiots," Marinette said, laughing.
"Uh, excuse me?" He sounded angry.
"Sorry—"
"Don't talk about my girlfriend that way." He giggled.
"Whoops. I guess I'll just come home then?"
"No," he said, sounding out of breath. "I'm on my way back. Just…don't go anywhere, okay?"
"Roger that," she said, preparing to hang up.
"AND DON'T HANG UP," he added.
"Alright, well could you hurry up? I really wanna do this before midnight."
"Do…what?"
"Midnight kiss," she answered innocently.
"You wanna do the midnight kiss but not at midnight?" He saw straight through her bluff.
"I…shut up," she said laughing. "Fine, it's not that. But it's a surprise, so you better hurry up."
"Yes, ma'am—I mean, sergeant," he said, breathing with difficulty while jumping from rooftop to rooftop. She laughed at his absurd humor.
"I really love you," she accidentally said. It came out more like a sigh.
"Feeling's mutual," the black cat said slyly.
"How romantic," Ladybug replied.
"Sorry, how's this: 'I'd rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you.'"
"…Did you just quote Pocahontas? Really?"
"I'm sorry! It was the most romantic thing I could think of at the time." Suddenly, his voice was right next to her, but neither of them hung up, not even when she met his eyes.
She was hanging upside down like Spiderman. "Ya big dork," she muttered, awestruck as he leaned out the window.
"Now, what does the savior of Paris need me so badly for?" He shot her a smirk.
"Date me," she squeaked out, leaning forward to kiss him. It was a strange angle, but it worked better between these two than it had for any of the Spidermans…Spidermen…whatever.
He giggled, breaking the kiss. "'How romantic,'" he quipped. She made booing noises.
"Is that a no, then?" she asked finally.
"It's not a no," he replied, drawing it out. She realized that they might have no time left, and then the best day ever would have to be two days.
"Hey what time is it?"
"11:59."
"Please say yes."
"Yes, of course I'll date you, for like, the fourth time," he said as the clock struck 12. She leaned in for one last kiss with her Mary Jane (wow, and his name in her phone was Mary) before zipping off into the night to sleep on a day full of the best decisions she had ever made.
(Of course, he one-upped her again; there was a gift basket full of stuffed animals on her balcony when she got home, and all she gave him was two Spiderman kisses and her heart, four times in one day.)
She sat on the balcony, and he sat on the windowsill at his house; both looked out at the City of Love. It was beautiful again.
Author's Note: Soooooooo lemme know in the review section what ya think. Should I end it here? Should I have an epilogue? Should I add more chapters before the end? Should I make more fics that branch off of this one like multiple timelines? Seriously y'all I need some advice. Will take any.