Note: Hello! I honestly don't know what this fic is, but I had a lot of fun writing it! I'll try and update every day of Fluff Month, but we'll see how that goes. I hope you enjoy! Also, Marinette and Adrien are dating, but don't want Gabriel to know because Marinette is his intern. Craziness ensues, and Gabriel stays permanently confused by teenagers.

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August 1, Entry #27 of Gabriel Agreste's Secret Journal

Adrien was acting strange again today.

This has been a rather daily occurrence, and I cannot help but feel at least a little alarmed. Perhaps I should start parenting him more, listening to his concerns, giving him advice, ect. I'll have to ask Nathalie if she thinks that's a good idea. She'll give me a good, dependable answer, as it seems she knows everything. Well, except for why Adrien's been acting weird. I know because I asked her that already, and she just told me he's in a "phase" and that he'll "grow out of his weird quirks."

I am still concerned.

Adrien, well, he's never been normal, but frankly he's delved a bit too much into the strange side lately.

Does every teenage boy reek of camembert? I've tried to investigate this, but the only other teenage boy I see is Adrien's permanently-earphoned classmate. One day when he came over, I tried to subtly sniff him to see if he also smelled of cheese. I got one sniff in before he turned and stared at me, slack-jawed. To preserve the rest of my dignity, I lifted my chin in the air and haughtily walked away. I believed it worked, as the next time I saw the urchin, he didn't try to give me a "bro-five," whatever strange teenage ritual that is. Thank the heavens. Alas, my query failed, because I smelled no cheese on him. But the urchin does wear those obnoxious earphones and that dreadfully unfashionable hat all the time, so he might not be the best standard for Normal Teenaged Boy. Perhaps I will have to go to the park, or some other teenaged hangout, and sniff teenagers before I come to a final conclusion about my son and his smell. I'll make a note to ask Nathalie her opinion on the idea later.

The other day, I noticed that I've never seen Adrien wear a different outfit. Concerned that he was never washing his clothes, I went to his closet and peeked inside, only to find hundreds of the same shirt and pants hanging up. At least he's wearing clean clothes, but this discovery was still quite alarming. I suppose I did wear the same purple sweater-vest to school for a month in my teenaged years, so maybe Adrien is not quite as far from normal as I am afraid of. However, you would think that being the son of a famous fashion designer, he would at least want to experiment with his style.

I should ask that new intern I hired from his class to design a new outfit for him. Perhaps then, if he knew it was "hip and cool" for his age range, he would consider switching up his clothes.

Speaking of the new intern, (or Marinette, as Adrien constantly reminds me to call her) she's actually doing quite well. I wasn't sure she'd live up to Adrien's raving review of her skills, but so far she's been exceeding all of my expectations. However, she has become one of my concerns about Adrien and the reason for today's entry.

Early today, I went to visit one of Adrien's photoshoots. It was a small shoot, and I had asked the intern to come and shadow the lead designer to see what an actual shoot looks like. I arrived there, and found they only took three pictures when they should have been almost finished. I immediately put my angry face on and got ready to yell when Adrien ran up and stopped me. He explained something about the lead designer being late, as well as there being a snafu with the zipper of his jacket, but I only paid half attention to what he was saying. As he was frantically explaining, I was noticing that a good chunk of the makeup on his cheeks was missing.

"Adrien," I said. "What happened to your makeup? Your blush is smudged."

"Oh, ah," Adrien's face then turned a brilliant shade of red. He glanced off to the side, where I saw the intern standing with her hands behind her back. "See um, Marinette was helping to fix the zipper on the jacket since the actual designer wasn't here yet, but then I told her a joke, which made her laugh." Adrien smiled for a moment, before turning somber. "But then she lost her focus and stabbed herself with the sewing needle." I raised my eyebrows and looked at the intern, whose face was very, very red.

Adrien continued on, the blush not abating. "So I held her hand to help stop the bleeding, but that got blood on my hands, so I grabbed a leaf to wipe it off, but then the wind picked up and the leaf flew back onto my face so I grabbed at it, but instead the leaf just stuck to my newly-applied makeup. When I finally ripped it off the caked-on blush, there was blood on my cheeks, so I wiped that off as well, and," Adrien scratched the back of his neck. "Now my makeup looks like this."

"That's…very unfortunate," I stated, then turned toward the intern. "Is your hand still able to sew?"

"Oh yes!" the girl waved her hands. "All better now!"

I squinted at the intern's hand, where I could see what looked like Adrien's blush staining the tips of her fingers. "How did Adrien's blush get on your hands?"

"Oh!" the intern squeaked out, immediately turning red. "After Adrien got the leaf off of his face, it flew down and almost landed on his jacket, so I grabbed it before it could ruin the piece. The blush from the leaf got all over my hands!" Adrien nodded, confirming what she said. I stared at the two, trying to comprehend this new development.

I turned toward the photographer, gesturing to the two children. "This really happened?"

"Oh yes," The photographer smiled, then winked at Adrien. "What they said occurred, not the story of me running late and coming here to find those two kissing in an alleyway—oh no, the leaf incident was what actually happened."

Adrien coughed, the red blush spreading to the tips of his ears. "Yes, yes he's telling the truth. My story was way more realistic, because Marinette and I aren't, like, dating, or even attracted to each other haha why would anyone think that? Because you're her boss, and it would be improper of me to date her, so we would never in a million years kiss each other."

"Very well," I said cutting off my son's rambling. I then checked my watch, noticing how late it was in the day. "Perhaps we should start taking pictures again now?"

The three agreed, and the shoot finished as normal, despite the fact that Adrien's face stayed several shades redder than normal.

Writing this down has only caused my worry to increase. I will leave it at that to preserve my sanity, and see what strange thing happens to my son tomorrow. Hopefully not another leaf incident.