(A/N: Hey everybody chapter 2 is here for this fanfic, now I hope you liked the last one as I had fun writing it so please let me know in the comments how I did for it as well as in this chapter, I'll bet anything that you guys all but Cat Noir would kick Dallas's ass, well guess what not everybody is just some little punk who can't take on a superhero regardless if they have super enhanced abilities, anyway there will be more between the two of them soon I promise, more action that is, okay now that we've got that out of the way let's see what happens next shall we?)

Chapter 2: Falling hard

Dallas spent the night in a holding cell in the 23rd precinct of Paris, it wasn't the first time he'd been locked up and it wouldn't be the last, at least that was his logic.

"Jones wake up, your foster parents are here." An officer said as he tapped on the bars to the cell with his baton. Dallas just laid there seemingly ignoring the officer, until he said with a mixture of sarcasm in sass.

"Oh joy my goody two shoes foster family is here to take me back to that shit heap they call my new home, pass."

"You know we're standing right here don't you Dallas?" His foster father said, he was middle-aged and slightly overweight in with slightly grayish hair.

"I KNOW, that's why I said it." Dallas replied with the same amount of sass as before.

"Dallas please, we just want you to come home where you'll be…" His who was around the same age as her husband foster mother spoke up only to be cut off by a now very angry Dallas.

"Say one more word and I'll break your damn neck Frenchy." He threatened angrily, he didn't actually dislike his foster family, in fact he actually found them to be very nice people, but it didn't change the fact that he just wanted to be out on his own and on the streets instead of being in a foster home let alone the foster system, and he'd been hoping that by being heartless and needlessly cruel to people like them they'd let the system relocate him to another house, one that didn't have such concerning foster parents.

"Dallas! Don't you dare speak to her like that again!" His foster father yelled anger clear in his voice.

"Or what Mr. Monroe? You gonna ground me again? Go right ahead see if I care...after I break her pretty little neck that is." He threatened again. Both Mr. and Mrs. Monroe flinched at the remark, then Mrs. Monroe began to cry, her husband took her in his arms and began to comfort her.

"He didn't mean it honey, I'm sure of it." He said as he glared at Dallas from the other side of the bars, Dallas exchange the exact same look as he laid in the cell bed.

"Why don't you two just go on ahead and fill out the paperwork it'll be in little bit before we let him go anyway." The officer stated. The Monroe's both walked out of the holding area in back upstairs to the main office. "Well you sure are a piece of work kid, they take you into their home, feed you, clothe you, even give you a chance for a proper education and how do you repay them? By running off and joining a gang and threatening your foster mom for no reason." The officer scolded Dallas.

"You know what officer? You're right…" Dallas said as he rose from his cot. "They don't deserve to be treated like that…" He walked over to the bars where the officer was standing completely unaware of Dallas's plan to escape. "Which is why I want you to tell them how sorry I am for my behavior these past few months." He reached out and put both his hands on the officer's shoulders and smiled very casually. "Or better yet…" He gripped the officer's shirt and quickly bashed his head against the steel bars knocking him unconscious then let him down to the floor. gently without letting anyone know what happened. "I'll tell them myself." He whispered into his ear then reached through the bars to try and find the key to unlock the cell. But as soon as he did quickly found that the guard had no keys to the cell. "What the fuck?" He cursed trying to figure out where his keys were. Then a voice came over the PA system.

"Nice try kid, but this ain't the old West and you're not Billy the kid, and PS you just earned yourself an extra 30 days. We'll see what your parole officer has to say about this tomorrow."

Some more officers came in and carried the unconscious officer out of the holding area. Dallas sat back down on the cot thinking of another way to escape. "Well that just went titts up real fast for me." He just sat for hours until dark, then finally the officer manning the PA system called over the intercom.

"Lights out maggot." Then the lights went out. Then a plan formed in Dallas's mind for the next morning. He would have to be extra careful that there were no foul-ups or he'd be stuck in there for the next few months.

Daylight slowly crept through the windows of his cell, then the lights flashed on. The officer in the surveillance room screamed out over the PA system. "We have a code red I repeat we have a code red; a detainee is missing from cell five."

Two officers rushed into the detention area only to find an empty locked cell. One officer spoke into his radio. "Open up on five." The cell door opened with the rattling of gears, both officers walked in.

"Where the hell is he?" One of the officers asked rhetorically. "Look under the cot." His partner demanded, both officers readied their batons as they made their way over to the cot and flipped it over, only to find nothing was amiss, the officers exchanged a look of confusion, but as if from out of nowhere Dallas swung from the ceiling and out of the cell door then turned around and slammed it shut behind him.

"American rebel 1, French officers 0." He bragged as he took off and looked up at the camera and said. "William Bonnie ain't got nothing on me." He flipped the camera the bird and just walked away.

Meanwhile Marinette Dupain-Chang was just waking up from sleeping through half the day. "Marinette you have to hurry…" Marinette's kwami Tikki said as she zipped around the room trying to help her friend get ready for an important meet up with her friends. "Alya said the fashion show in the park starts at 10 o'clock and it's almost 9:30 now."

"Tikki relax, it's not that far a walk." Marinette replied as she stuffed a spare macaroon in her purse. "Besides I'm sure Alya's expecting me to be late."

Tikki cocked her head to one side then asked. "And why might that be?" She was a little bit confused. Then Marinette simply answered by saying. "She's gotten used to it by now. But she's cool with it." Tikki quickly flew into Marinette's purse where she always hid from prying eyes, Marinette walked down the stairs to the bakery where her mother and father were hard at work making their baked goods as they always were.

"See you later sweetie." Mrs. Chang said as she kissed her daughter's cheek goodbye.

"I hope you have fun honey, oh and here's a little snack for you and your friends." Mr. Dupain handed Marinette a box of macaroons to share with her friends at the fashion show.

"Thanks daddy…" She kissed him on the cheek. "See you guys later, love you both." She said as she walked out the front of the bakery, then her phone began to buzz, she pulled it out of her pocket and it read one new text message from Alya.

Just as she began to open it and read it she bumped into someone and fell backwards landing on the ground throwing her cookies into the air with all of them flying out of the box. Without thinking the stranger first caught the box then the macaroons as they all fell back into the box lining up in near-perfect rows. Marinette looked up and saw that she bumped into a boy who looked to be Latino American, he was wearing a black leather jacket with an American flag stitched on the left shoulder, the T-shirt he wore under the jacket was gray with a bald eagle on the chest with its brown feathers replaced by that of the American flag, he also wore blue jeans and had a chain linked to a loop on his belt and connecting to his wallet in his back pocket, and to complete the ensemble he wore a pair of black leather biker boots. He had brown hair cut medium length and a scar on his right cheek.

"Here miss let me…" The stranger stopped in his tracks as he took notice of the beautiful girl sitting in front of him while at the same time still offering her a helping hand off the ground. She took his hand then he helped her up.

"Thank you, and nice save with my macaroons." She said as she took the box back and offered the boy standing before her a cookie. "Here try one. They're some of the best in Paris."

But Dallas just stood there doing nothing but gawking at her, inside his head he heard the song Dreamweaver by Gray Wright playing, it seemed time itself slowed down as he just stared at her. Oh my God she is so beautiful. He thought to himself. He tried speaking but no words would come forward, Marinette found this to be a bit creepy.

Is he having a stroke or something? She thought to herself, she then began to snap her fingers in front of his face to try and get his attention. "Uh...hello? Anybody in there?" She asked as she began to wave her hand in front of his face. "HEY!" She finally had enough of his staring at her and just yelled at the top of her lungs.

"HUH WHOA WHAT, what's going on?" Dallas stuttered as he spoke.

"I said would you like to try a macaroon?" Marinette said once again offering him a cookie.

"OH your offering me a cookie, well in that case I guess I could spare the time to do that." He said trying to sound cool, but his nervous stutter betrayed him. He took a macaroon out of the box then ate it. "Mmm, that's a pretty girl… I mean pretty cookie, I MEAN cookie girl, I MEAN THAT'S A PRETTY GOOD COOKIE!" Dallas then groaned as he covered his face with his hand feeling like an idiot for saying something so stupid.

Marinette began to think to herself. Is this what it looks like when I try to talk to a Adrien, that's so cute. Wait…does that mean this kid…? Oh God. "Sssso...um, where you from because you don't look French and I doubt you're from any part of Europe, what with the American flag on your jacket as well as the bald Eagle T-shirt." Marinette pointed out.

"I'm America, I mean I'm FROM America. Well actually I think that's kind of a dead giveaway with my clear patriotism and all, but to be honest I'm not really native to any specific region of the states." Dallas said as he began to rub the back of his neck feeling nervous just talking to her. Come on what the hell is wrong with you Dallas you've done things that would make a normal person shit themselves why are you so jittery? Dallas thought to himself.

"So what you're just some kind of a drifter or a gypsy?" Marinette then realize what she said sounded a bit rude so she tried to backpedal. "No wait I didn't mean it like that I just meant…"

Dallas just smiled and lifted a hand up as if to say stop. "Oh don't worry about it…" Dallas started to ease her. "I got the gist of it, and technically I actually am a gypsy on my moms side of the family. Or at least I was until I was put into the foster program, which totally sucks ass." He complained as he threw his head back and groaned.

"What you don't like your foster family?" Marinette quizzed.

"No it's not that. The issue is that I'd rather be on my own and living life the way it should've been for me and that being on the open road." He replied very openly.

"So how did you end up in foster care?" She asked feeling a bit curious.

"Well...it's not really something I like to talk about. Kind of a sore subject that I'd rather avoid if you don't mind." Dallas said as he tried to change the subject.

"Oh…okay then, so what's your name?" She asked trying to be polite.

"Names Dallas, Dallas Jones." He put out his hand for her to shake. "What might your name be my lady?" Dallas asked trying to be charming.

"Uh...could you please not call me that? I actually get enough of that from this boy I work with at my part-time job." Marinette asked trying to keep the 'my lady' talk to a minimum with just one boy.

"Oh sure, anyway miss what might your name be?" He asked again.

"I'm…" She started up when her phone began to ring, she quickly looked at it and it showed her early warning alarm for being late to the show was going off. "LATE, I'M GOING TO BE LATE, sorry I have to go it was nice talking to you." She said as she ran off towards the fashion show.

"Hey wait! What was your name?" He called out to her but she didn't hear him. "Dammit, I never even got her number…" He sighed as he looked sad at the ground, then his eyes shot open when he saw she'd dropped a card of some kind. "Hey wait…" He quickly picked it up. "You dropped your…" He looked at the card and saw her picture and name on it as well is the name of her school. "Student ID card?" He read the name on the card to himself. "Dupain-Chang. Hmm..." He looked up and saw that she'd just come out of the bakery with the same name on the window. "Well well then, at least I know where you live my dear Ms. Marinette…" He then realize what he'd just said then in third person he responded. "Well that didn't sound stalker like now did it Dallas." His stomach suddenly began to growl. "Huh, guess I forgot that I skipped breakfast this morning with my daring escape, looks like it's time to fill the old tank." He said as he approached the bakery.

Marinette barely made it to the show on time where Alya was waiting for her outside seating area. "There you are where have you been I almost began to think that you'd completely forgotten again." She said as she ushered her friend to her seat.

"Sorry, I was having a little chat with some boy on the way here and I got a bit distracted." Marinette said as she sat down, Alya's eyes widened with excitement as she replied.

"Oooooh a boy huh? Do tell." Alya began to wiggle her eyebrows with the comment.

"Well…" Marinette started but was quickly halted when the music for the show started.

"Oh wait shut up the show starting." Alya said as she shifted her focus to the curtain at the opposite end of the runway.

The first model out of the curtain was none other than Marinette's crush and love of her life Adrien Agreste, he was wearing an ensemble of a light gray jacket, dark brown pants and loafers to finish it off. He strutted down the runway like a peacock as models often did pretending they were more important then they actually were, as he made it to the end of the runway he caught sight of Marinette and Alya, his eyes shot open wide at the same time Marinette's did, both began to blush as they recalled the events from the other day. He quickly turned away as he made it look a part of the show easily.

Alya picked up on this and asked Marinette. "Girl? Did something happen that I should know about?"

Marinette quickly spat out way too fast. "WHAT? NO! NOTHING! YOUR CRAZY!" Almost completely exposing what had happened altogether.

"OOOOOOOOOOOKAY...How's about next time you just say it and not spray it." Alya said as she wiped her friends spit off her face. Marinette then buried her face in her hands with embarrassment as she began to blush even harder.

Backstage Adrien found himself hyperventilating, Plagg then flew out of nowhere and asked.

"Where's my camembert?" Adrien just ignored him as he just stared at his reflection in his vanity in his dressing room. "What's wrong with you kid? Something crawl up your shorts?"

Adrien finally managed to speak. "She's here." Was all he said.

"Who's here kid, the Grim Reaper? Don't sweat it we go way back ever since the late Cretaceous in fact she owes me one for the Titanic I'll just tell her to back off." Plagg stated as he made his way to the window searching for the lady of death, but he saw no such being among the audience. "Hey kid wheres the pale rider? And I don't mean that Clint freaking Eastwood." But Adrien still didn't answer him he just sat there nervously. "Hello? Earth to Blondie?" Plagg said as he flew back over to his friend. "Adrien? Are you having a stroke or something? Do you smell toast? Come on dude you gotta talk to me here." Adrien still didn't respond, eventually Plagg grew tired of it and flew down to the legs of his chair and said. "Okay kid, you asked for this." With a single breath he blew on one of the legs of the chair and it fell apart causing Adrien to fall over and snapping back to reality.

"What was that for?" He shouted at his kwami.

"Hey you're the one who's freaking out for some reason, to which you're still reluctant to share with me as to why that is." Plagg countered as he hovered in Adrien's face.

Adrien closed his eyes and took a deep breath and said. "It's Marinette."

Plagg nodded his head. "Yeah, what about her? You invited her to this remember? So why are you freaking…wait." Plagg quickly began to realize what was going on. "Are you still going on about yesterday?" Plagg asked not really understanding the problem between the two teens considering they already loved each other, even if they didn't know it yet. "Dude, seriously? What's the problem? So what if she saw you naked, I'm naked and you don't complain about it."

He pointed out, to which Adrien shot down. "That's different Plagg, she's like a sister to me, and for the record I don't complain about it because you're basically just an obnoxious floating cat."

Plagg's jaw dropped upon hearing this. "Obnoxious? How dare you sir." He said as he crossed his arms and looked away feeling offended. "And here I thought you were my friend." Plagg grumbled.

"Well in my defense you are a lot more trouble than you're worth sometimes." Adrien justified.

"So?" Plagg asked demandingly.

"So maybe don't be such a pain in the ass and I won't call you obnoxious." Adrien replied not backing down from his comment.

"Okay you know what?" Plagg started to get angry when there was a knock at the door.

"Quick hide!" Adrien said to Plagg in a whisper, the patron outside the door then called out to him.

"Mr. Agreste are you ready for the next walk down the runway yet?" They asked from outside the door.

"Uh...no not yet, just need another minute." He answered as he began frantically searching for his next outfit to wear for the show.

"Well you'll need to hurry Sir all the other models are all waiting for you." They said as they walked away.

Plagg then came out of his hiding place and said. "Don't think that for a second that this argument is over buster."

Adrien looked back at him and said with sass. "So don't care." Plagg folded his arms then turned his nose up at Adrien then turned around with a humpf sound. Adrien rolled his eyes and sighed as he presented Plagg with a wedge of Camembert cheese, forgetting completely why he was mad Plagg flew over and snatched the cheese and said.

"All is forgiven." Then he popped the whole thing in his mouth. Adrien found it sad that all it took to get his kwami to straighten up and fly right was a piece of cheese. But he wasn't complaining.

After the show Alya confronted both Adrien and Marinette about their little 'moment' they shared not too long ago. "Okay spill it you two, what happened that's making you both act so weird?"

Neither of them wanted to answer her truthfully as they'd never hear the end of it."Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh..." Was all Marinette could say.

"Yes Mari?" Alya pressed forward.

"Well um...I really don't feel comfortable talking about it Alya." Marinette responded.

"Well too bad because I know somethings up between you two and I want to know what's up so someone had better start talking." Alya demanded as she crossed her arms and started tapping her foot.

"NOTHING HAPPENED." Adrien shouted in a panic.

"Uh-huh sure nothing happened, I think it's safe to say that something happened otherwise you two wouldn't be acting like this and I don't care how long it takes because we don't have school today and I've got nothing but time." Both teens eyes quickly shifted towards each other then back to Alya. "Well… I'm waiting." She said Narrowing her eyes.

Okay think Marinette. She thought to herself. You're smart you can do this, I hope. "Okay um...you see Alya...Adrien and I..."

Assuming the worst would come out of Marinette's mouth Adrien quickly interrupted her and said something that caught both girls by surprise. "WE'RE GOING OUT ON A DATE TONIGHT!" He spat out way too fast. Both girls looked at him, Alya's face lit up with excitement and joy while Marinette's just turned beet red.

"WHAT?" Both girls screamed in unison, but Alya's excitement made her completely oblivious to Marinette's outburst.

"Yeah, I sort of asked Mari out on a date yesterday…" He looked at Marinette's face and saw she was in a state of shock. "…as a way of saying thanks for saving me the other day." Ever since that morning he'd been thinking of a way to 'thank her' for saving him and getting him to Master Fu, she picked up on this as a legitimate reason for an honest answer and just went with it.

"Yeah that, and I was just soooooo...happy to help out to so I just did it out of the kindness of my heart as I more than happy to help you out." She said with both honesty and dishonesty. But Alya didn't see it as a lie but rather as a blessing.

"Oh my gosh I can't believe this is happening!" Alya sang as she folded her hands and popped her foot up with excitement. "I am so blogging this, forget about my latest panel on Ladybug that can wait until next weekend." But then she realized what they had said about him needing to be saved and then asked. "Wait, what do you mean you saved him? What happened? Oh my God were you attacked? You were attacked weren't you?" Alya asked four times.

"Yes Alya, I was attacked…" Adrien stated as he raised his hand trying to get her to calm down. "But I gave as good as I got from that guy."

Marinette distinctively remembered there were three gangsters in the alley and she was trying to figure out if there was a fourth guy or if it was one of the guys already out cold. "Who was he? Maybe we can get a positive ID on this guy." She asked feeling just as worried as she was the other day.

"Don't worry about it my la-uh..." Adrien caught himself just in time in front of Alya as she knew well in the that calling any girl 'my lady' in front of her might end up with her assuming that he was Cat Noir. He also questioned why he almost called Marinette that. "I mean…my lovely Knight in pigtails, I already informed the police about it." He lied of course, he wanted Dallas Jones all to himself when he found him again and he wouldn't stop looking for him until he found him.

She began to blush again at his kind words. Aww how sweet, no no no no snap out of it Mari. She shook her head then continued out loud. "Did you happen to get his name though?" Marinette asked for the sake of keeping an eye out for this thug.

Adrien thought about it for a second contemplating whether or not he should tell her. I don't want her to be in danger he thought, but I don't want her to call the cops to arrest him and cart him off to jail before I can even the score, but what should I choose? My friends safety or might pay back? He eventually came to the conclusion that Marinette's safety had to come first. "His name is Dallas Jones, he's a Latino American with a scar on his right cheek and he wears a black leather jacket with an American flag stitched on the shoulder. He also knows mixed martial arts so don't even think about fighting him, and he has this knife that's shaped like a raptors claw or something with a ring on the end of the pommel and it's wicked sharp too so please be careful if you see this guy."

Marinette instantly knew exactly who he was talking about and remembered that she already had an encounter with the same boy earlier that day, she began to shiver as she knew this wasn't a coincidence she knew that this kid was the one who hurt Adrien. "I can't believe this!" She growled through gritted teeth.

"Mari?" Alya asked feeling a bit confused.

"I just met that kid earlier today outside my parents bakery." She replied as she crossed her arms in disbelief. "And to think I offered that guy a macaroon let alone thought he was…cute." Calling him cute was almost like tasting raw sewage to Marinette at this point. Adrien gasped with fear that she might be in danger.

"Did you tell him your name? Does he know who you are Marinette?" He asked as he put both his hands on her shoulders forcing her to make eye contact.

Under any other circumstances Marinette would turn into a puddle for just having his hands on her, but for once she didn't really notice. "Thankfully no I didn't, I was about to until I was saved by the bell. Or rather my early warning alarm on my phone." She answered honestly, and completely unaware that he had discovered her name due to her own error.

"Well just promise me that you won't talk to him again okay? I'd rather not see you get hurt." Adrien asked feeling for her safety.

Marinette began to coo inside her own head. Aww he cares so much about me more than I even realized, hey maybe this means I actually have a chance of being his girlfriend. What am I thinking right now? Now is not the time to be fantasizing about my future wedding which may or may not happen, but still if I play my cards right I might become the future Mrs. Adrien Agreste, okay Marinette stop it. "Don't worry about that Adrien, I promise you that I have no intention of speaking with him again." She replied still feeling extremely angry at Dallas for what he'd done to her crush.

"Well now that we are all in agreement that this Dallas Jones guy is a dick, let's talk about something a little more cheerful like…where you guys are going to go on your date?" Alya said trying to get the conversation back on track while at the same time grinning like the cat that just ate a canary.

"Oh...uh, well we haven't really decided on that just yet." Adrien replied as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"But we have narrowed it down to a few places." Marinette lied trying to help Adrien as best she could without seeming overly eager that she was actually going to go out on a date with the boy of her dreams, she was tempted to pinch herself just to make sure she wasn't dreaming but luckily for her this was reality and her wish was finally coming true. And to think all it took was walking in on him naked. She thought in her head, then she immediately regretted it as she began to blush at the thought of seeing his…everything.

"Well where ever you guys go and whatever you guys do just make sure you have fun, but not too much fun, Mari." Alya said with a sly wink. Marinette rolled her eyes and groaned as she covered her face and shook her head with embarrassment. Adrien on the other hand just blushed at the thought of them engaging in...certain activities. "Anyway I gotta bounce, catch yah later girl." Alya said as she waved goodbye, as she walked away though she cheered under her breath. "OMG this is actually happening, my ship is finally sailing!" She squealed with delight as she pulled out her phone and began to text everyone she knew to inform them of the good news.

As she walked away Marinette and Adrien both exchanged a look of concern, Marinette was the one to break the silence. "Ssssssooo, a date huh?" She said nervously.

"Sorry Marinette, I just didn't know what to say and I was afraid you were going to tell her about...the incident yesterday...and I just sort of panicked. But I was being serious about wanting to thank you for saving me yesterday so...if you're okay with it that is...would you like to...maybe..." He began to blush as red as a tomato, before he could say another word she blurted out way too fast.

"YES!" Then she backpedaled a bit. "I mean yes I'd love to go on a date with shoe, I mean do, I mean YOU!" She was so nervous as she once again tripped over her own words.

"Okay great, but if it's all the same to you...could we...you know...have it in a more...private place? I just have a feeling that were gonna get swarmed by everyone we know and we just won't get a moments peace." Adrien asked hoping she'd feel the same.

"Yeah, I think that would be for the best...especially with all your crazy fan girls always following you around and bugging you all the time." She pointed out, especially since there was a group of them already gawking at him and calling his name and holding up signs that read I love you Adrien or call me with their phone number just beneath it. Then Marinette said purely as a suggestion. "How's about your place?"

Adrien was about to say that wasn't such a good idea but he knew that if he went anywhere that his father didn't know about and that it wasn't on his schedule he might ground him and forbid him from leaving the house except for school. So he did what anyone would do in his position, he caved and hoped for the best. "That sounds like the best...and only option we have here." He said as he reluctantly agreed. After the show Adrien and Marinette went over to his personal car where his bodyguard he jokingly dubbed the guerrilla, on the account that he bore a striking resemblance to a guerrilla was waiting for them, at first he attempted to bar Marinette from entering the car when Adrien said. "It's okay big guy, she's a friend, and she's also my guest for dinner tonight." The guerrilla said nothing, he just growled a very low growl then nodded his head and let her in the car.

"Thank you." Marinette said very politely as she stepped into the car, Adrien followed suit and close the door behind them.

On the way home Adrien received an incoming call from someone he didn't want to talk to, he groaned as he read the caller ID. "It's Lila." He said suddenly feeling grouchy. "I'm just going to ignore her." He hit the ignore button and just put the phone back in his pocket.

"She still trying to get with you huh?" Marinette asked with a frown, her dislike of Lila Rossi was well known to all of her classmates even though they were all clueless as to why she didn't like her especially when she knew how much of a liar she was.

"Yeah, my dad 'insists' that I should give her a chance, that she's the 'perfect' 'girl' for me and that she's a much 'better' 'influence' on me then anyone else at school." Gabriel Agreste had only just recently decided that Adrien needed companionship and had decided that Lila was the only one he'd allowed to try and win his heart, even though as Hawkmoth he knew of how much of a compulsive liar she was he only wanted her to try and help him joining in his quest to revive his wife from her coma, but try as though she might at every turn Adrien always refused her and makes it painstakingly clear that he doesn't want anything to do with her.

"Well let's just hope that she thinks we're a couple and maybe she'll back off." Realizing what she'd just said Marinette quickly slapped her hands over her mouth and started to blush. OH MY GOD DID I JUST SAY THAT TO HIM OUT LOUD? She screamed in her head.

Adrien saw this and asked. "Are you okay Marinette?"

"NO! I mean of course not, I MEAN yes I am…okay...just fine sweetie. I MEAN BUDDY, yes I definitely meant buddy." She said as she grinned very nervously, tiny beads of sweat rolled down the side of her head.

Adrien then smiled then leaned in close and said. "I think I know what's going on with you."

Oh Shit, is it that obvious? She thought to herself. Then he continued.

"You're nervous about our dinner aren't you?" She began to relax, that wasn't the reason why she was nervous but she was definitely scared due to the fact that she didn't know if his father would even allow it. "It's okay Mari, it's just one dinner, it's not like it has to become a normal thing to us."

Upon hearing those words Marinette's heart sank a little bit, she looked away and said. "Yeah of course, it's just...this...once."

Adrien picked up on her sudden change of tone, What's with that face? He thought. Wait a second, could she...?

Just as he was about to ask what was wrong his phone rang again, only this time it was someone he'd prefer talking to more than Lila, his child hood friend Chloe Bourgeois. "You don't mind if I take this really quick to you?" He asked Marinette, she nodded her head and he answered the call. "Hey Chloe…" He greeted, but just then he pulled the phone away from his head wincing in pain as she began to shout on the other end of the line.

"ADRIEN AGRESTE WHAT THE HELL IS THIS I HEAR ABOUT YOU GETTING ATTACKED THE OTHER DAY AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?"

He immediately began to think of a way to diffuse this whole situation and then said. "Calm down Chloe it's not like that…" He soothed as he spoke. "I wasn't attacked as in I got beat up or anything it was just a metaphor for some crazed group of fans wanting my autograph and you know how I hate signing those."

She knew this to be true and she started to buy it until she followed up with. "Okay fair enough, but what's this I hear you have a date with that Dumb–pan–skank girl?" She said that in reference to Marinette, Chloe's dislike of Marinette had only grown stronger over the years.

"Well to be honest Chloe…" Adrien looked at Marinette with a nervous look knowing what he was about to do would cause both girls to freak out one way or another. So he took a deep breath and in one breath he blurted out. "MARINETTE AND I ARE KIND OF DATING AND I'VE BEEN TRYING TO KEEP IT A SECRET FROM THE MEDIA FOR AS LONG AS POSSIBLE AND I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE IT IF YOU WOULDN'T TELL ANYONE YET OKAY BYE NOW!" He quickly hung up the phone before she could scream anything and started to rub his eyes to relieve the stress. "Oh my God that was not…uh, Marinette? Are you okay?" He asked as he took notice that she just turned red. "Mari? Hello? Anybody home?" He asked as he waved his hand in front of her face, but she didn't respond to him, she was in a state of shock as she just sat in her seat stunned and unable to answer him.

Her only thoughts ran on loop. Oh my God oh my God oh my God oh my God oh my God oh my God oh my God oh my God oh my God oh my God oh my God oh my God oh my God oh my God oh my GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!

(A/N: Okay folks that's a pretty good place to stop what did you guys think? Please let me know in the comments below. In the next chapter of web of secrets Adrien has a surprise guest, his father has a heated argument with Adrien about bringing home a guess without his permission, and Ladybug comes face-to-face with Dallas Jones, well that's all for now folks see you later.)