Author's Note: Never thought it would happen... but I'm back. My schedule is so fucked right now that my brain decided it was a good time to badly want to write fanfics again. I don't know how long I'm going to be doing this, it could be until Halloween, Christmas, the start or the end of season 4. Honestly I have no clue. All I can say is expect some new Among Us, The Project and maybe The Week You Left Us. I am straying from the original storyline and it requires some major filler so I can get the backstory and development right. So far it's a quadruple storyline, focusing on Lila, then Adrien, then Marinette, and finally Gabriel Agreste. I don't know if this will go well or not but I'm crossing my fingers. Enjoy chapter 3!

"Next time I see Chat Noir, he is in for some major interrogation. Warn him and I will come for you."

Adrien would've seen this as adorably funny, if it weren't for the hatred in her voice. Judging by her tone, there was a high chance of feeling immense pain of his next visit to her balcony.

"What? Why?"

Marinette shrugged and rolled her eyes. "Isn't it obvious why?"

For some unknown reason Adrien look at his surroundings, as if the answer would be graffitied onto one of his billboards. "No? Are you gonna kill the guy?"

"What? No of course not!"

Thank god for that, I've seen Marinette during the PE tests. She is insanely flexible, has outstanding endurance and strength, it's honestly amazing. She's petite, yet she has the stored power of a nuclear factory. Marinette could probably make dints in the school's metal railings just by karate-chopping them.

"What are you going to do?"

"Simple, ask him why he told you all about me and never even spoke of you."

There is no right way for Chat Noir to answer that question. I don't want to prioritise myself over Marinette... Oh no. I have an answer in mind but it will be extremely embarrassing... Oh well, I put myself into this mess.

"I- umm, may have asked Chat Noir about you?"

No matter what relationship you have with a person, knowing they asked another about you as a topic makes you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. In Marinette's case, it made her morph into a ripe tomato. Marinette played with her fingers joyfully, she could see Adrien blushing and it was driving her nuts.

Oh. My. GOD! Adrien is blushing! How cu... Wait a minute. Adrien. Fucking. Agreste. Is. Blushing. Adrien Agreste, the model, not only asked another guy about a girl but is shy about it. I have to tease him. I just have too.

"Awwwww, how cute."

Adrien felt like a cold piece of metal had touched his back. A feeling of total unease and complete uncomfortableness.

"It wasn't like that! I swear!"

Marinette stood closer, she planned on saying something like: I'll believe you if you tell me everything you asked about me. But Marinette's confidence boost died there, she froze up, became red again, and retreated. She looked at the Seine a few feet below. The water wasn't the best, but it was way better than facing Adrien with a cherry face.

Marinette. Subtly change the subject. Be smooth. Like Chat Noir.

"Oh- hehe. Look how currant the strong is! I mean look at currant strong- strong currant is Seine today! Oooo is that ice-cream? Ice cream is cold like your dad lol haha. I'm sorry your dad is strong like currant Seine. Gabriel Seine strong currant. Dad- Father I mean. André has ice-cream let's go get some before something happens."

Smooth I said. I was as smooth an alligator. I seriously need some lessons from Chat...

Adrien couldn't help but smile, he stammering was so adorable. It was just way too cute the way her eyes widen, her faces brightens and I can feel her heavy breathing from even feet away. To Adrien Agreste, Marinette was one of the most attractive people he had ever met.

I don't know how I ever was in love with ladybug when I had a friend like you. Marinette... I don't want you to be just a friend. Please, just give me a sign. If I ask you out and ruin our friendship, I couldn't bare going to school anymore.

"Yeah. Let's get some ice-cream."

Marinette straightened her posture and put on a beautiful smile, "Don't forget you're paying."

Adrien let out a soft chuckle, "How could I?"

There were two couples ahead of Adrien and Marinette, no words were spoken, just two teenagers awkwardly waiting in line for ice-cream during school. When they were greeted by the chubby figure of André the ice-cream man, his cheerful and innocent aura took affect. The two didn't edge away from each other, or get flushed for each movement they made. Instead they got closer, more comfortable around each other. It was fair to say André was the spirit of love reincarnated.

His ice-creams were said to draw out your romantic desires, remind you of the one you love most. Even the flavour perfectly crafted to suit whatever André sees. They way his large oval eyes stared into your soul with a massive smile on his face could end depression itself.

Everyones chosen flavours came so quickly to André, but when Marinette and Adrien stood in line he was left baffled.

"Oh my! So many flavours I can see! This is the maximum a love can be!"

André's words made the two look away in embarrassment, it was too hard to stand near each other anymore.

"Honeycomb for his hair and Purple Grape for hers. Bubblegum and mint for the eyes that complete you."

"A foundation of French Vanilla, for the man of your mind. For you, young man; topped with strawberry as strong and true."

In the end, Marinette's ice cream reminded her of Adrien. The bottom was Vanilla, although plain; it still had a fantastic taste. Honeycomb at the centre, a gorgeous gold that fits excellently with the emerald green that rests on top.

Adrien's ice cream started as a midnight purple, blending perfectly with the bluebell coloured bubblegum above. Topped off with a nostalgic pink colour that screamed Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

In the world of miraculous, each human is born with 4000% more obviousness than that of a blind and deaf human in our realm. So of course, Marinette and Adrien somehow believed that they represented someone else.

"Taste good Mari?"

"It tastes amazing, but it's also bittersweet because I know the intense feelings it was born out of..."

Adrien stared blankly at Marinette. "Usually I would say something deep and meaningful back, but I feel like if this conversation continues one of us may get akumatised."

Marinette huddled closer into herself, "I guess you're right."

"But i do understand how you feel Mari."

Marinette chuckled, "You are Adrien Agreste, you were born into a life of fortune and wealth. Not only that but you are a teenage model in the city of love, in the technology age. I'm just Marinette, born from bakers. Having to deal with a clumsiness level of a million."

Adrien stared down. Give me courage to encourage her. I know what I must say, but let myself say it.

"I can't deny that you are clumsy Marinette. I as a matter a fact, find your clumsiness quite admirable. But you must accept the good with the bad. You are gorgeous Marinette, you're smart, you are funny when you want to be, you have a way with all people of all ages. You Marinette Dupain-Cheng are something special."

Marinette blushed intensely, "What about the bad?"

Adrien's face was puzzled, "Excuse me?"

"As much as you can try to deny it, there are bad things too. Like what would I have to accept with all those amazing qualities to find balance?"

The two stood up, because they had finished their ice-cream. Adrien looked down and found an opening for a perfect bestie moment.

"I mean you are incredibly short."

"Hey! I'm not that short!"

"I mean what are you? 4 foot 6? 4 foot 7?"

"Excuse you! I am 5 foot 5! I'm only like 3 inches shorter than you!"

"Double it sunshine, I'm 6 foot tall as of a few months ago."

Did Adrien just- give me a nickname?

"Sunshine?"

Oh shit she caught on to that! Major regret right now.

"Just a nickname I came up with in the moment, if you don't like it I won't call you it again."

"No no. I like it. It's nice finally getting a nickname from you blondie."

Adrien was about to smile until he thought about Marinette's nickname a bit more. "Blondie? Is that an insult?"

Marinette turned. "Why would that be?"

"Isn't blondie meant to be a nickname for stupid blondes?"

Marinette grinned, "It is, I don't believe I used it incorrectly..."

Adrien pulled a sarcastic laugh, "Haha, Marinette your so funny! Queen of jokes right here!"

Marinette did a sarcastic invisible curtsy, the two laughed together.

That all ended when a horrible piercing sound disrupted them, the two covered their ears in agony. The sound was way louder than a jet, if it were any louder ears would be bleeding.

"What the hell is that sound?! Why would- Argh!"

"It- It has to be an akuma! We need to get to safety!"

"I agree! Come on!"

The two felt the ground pulling them down, correction, it was the sound pushing them down. They managed to make it to the subway, where they were going to hatch their plan. "You have noise-cancelling headphones?!"

Adrien pulled out his headphones and dangled them, "Curtesy of the Agreste mansion!"

"Go into a stall and put them in, listen to something if you must. It won't cancel it out completely but it will be a significant improvement!"

"Good idea Mari! Stay until it's over!"

"You don't have to tell me twice Agreste!"

The two hid in stalls, and transformed into their hero forms; Ladybug and Chat Noir. Luckily, they just missed each other leaving the subway so no unnecessary suspicion of their identities were raised. The two collided paths at the food of the piercing sounds, their suits made them able to withstand the noise.

"Hey M'lady, what's the situation?"

"Seems like a boosted Guitar Villain to me, although it's just a tiny speaker on the Eiffel Tower, I checked."

"It's because I was setting up over here!"

Behind them were speakers as tall as houses, each connected to a figure floating on what seems visible and pure sound waves. The guitar in his hand was triple headed with 18 strings, it was primarily purple, with secondary decorations of yellow on it too. Guitar Villian himself has enlarged, he was at least 7 feet tall and his hair seemed like lightning.

"PEIRCING SOLO!"

It released a sound somewhere between 130 and 200 decibels of sound. "Guitar Villain is way stronger than I anticipated! We may need our space suits to help cancel noise!"

"Good idea Ladybug!"

"Before you do that, I'm afraid you two were wrong about something. I am not Guitar Villain anymore, you can call me THE LORD OF MUSIC!"

He reached his hand for a loud Guitar strum. "Quick kitty! Power up now!"

"ULTIMATE PEIRCING SOLO!"