A/N: First things first. If you like the picture, thank my friend, Andi. She drew it for me and told me I should use it as a cover for the story. She's such an amazing artist and an amazing friend. Second, thank you to all of the people who like this story. It makes me so happy to know that people like this story. It's amazing and so heart-warming. I love you all! And here is the chapter of their first date! Also, if you would like to know what's going to happen in the next chapter, check out my profile. I'll post little updates there for anyone who wants to know.

Chapter 4: Interruptions

POV: Adrien's

"You're not hungry?" Nathalie asked me.

I shook my head, not letting her know that I was just avoiding eating now. I had a dinner date to go to. "I'm going to my room," I sighed, getting up from the table and walking towards my door. I could feel Plagg moving around on the inside of my shirt. He was so excited that this was working out for me.

As soon as the door shut, I let Plagg out. He flew out gratefully. "Are you bringing camembert?" Plagg asked.

"Yes, because I know you're just going to whine the whole night if I don't feed you," I told him. "I'm bringing food that I bought at Marinette's family's bakery. I'm sure she'll like it. Also, Marinette told me at school today to bring cookies."

"Oh, right. To feed Tikki. Always in love with sweets," Plagg said. "I had finer tastes."

"Uh-huh," I said, rolling my eyes. "Come on. I'm meeting her at the park in half an hour."

I quickly got dressed in the nice clothes I had picked out earlier. Just a dress shirt and nice jeans, but it was nicer than normal. If I could just show up as Cat Noir, that would be awesome because I look so cool. But I wanted to impress her as Adrien, not Cat Noir.

"Yeah. Your half an hour is down to twenty minutes because you blanked out staring at the mirror," Plagg laughed from behind me, and I whirled around. I ran towards my bed and picked up the picnic basket that was hiding underneath it. Plagg flew in, and I sighed. "I guess she's not getting any cheese," I told him.

I snuck out of the window in my bathroom and made it down to the ground. From there, I ran the park. I was so excited. I could hear Plagg making content noises as he ate his cheese. Whatever. I think Marinette would be good with the other things I packed.

Marinette wasn't there when I showed up. I sighed in relief, heading to a patch of open grass and laying out the picnic blanket. I started setting up the food, letting Plagg stay in there. The camembert was gone. No surprise.

Marinette walked up to me, smiling. She was wearing a black dress and flats, her hair up in a bun. Her little purse was strapped across her chest, and she had her fingers wrapped around the strap. I grinned. "You look beautiful," I told her as she sat down.

"Thank you," she said, going red. "You do, too."

I laughed, and her cheeks got even redder. "I-I mean, you look handsome," she corrected.

"So I was at your family's bakery earlier while you were out. I bought some things that I thought you might like. I brought cookies, like you requested," I explained to her, gesturing to all of the food. She smiled.

"I might have to take a few of these cookies for Tikki," she said to me, smiling. "Did you make the sandwiches yourself?"

"Yep. I may be rich, but I know how to cook," I told her. I heard Plagg groan in the picnic basket, and I shoved it lightly. Marinette laughed quietly.

"Chloe probably does not," Marinette said, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, I'm sure she doesn't," I agreed. "Let's eat."

We spent half an hour just talking and eating and laughing. I don't remember ever having this much fun with anyone before. I really just loved learning about her and watching her light up when she laughs or smiles. Well, it was going well until we heard screams and knew what needed to be done.

Instead of having to come up with a stupid excuse for why we had to leave, we both knew this time. We both knew where the other was going and that we'd be seeing each other in a second anyway. We both hid behind different benches and transformed into Cat Noir and Ladybug. I looked across the stretch of grass and smiled at her. She grinned back. "Let's go, kitty," she said.

"Sure thing, my Lady," I responded.

After another successful battle, we were faced with the crowd who wanted last minute chats with us. We decided to stay and talk for a minute. I saw how big her smile got when Alya approached us with her phone out.

"I noticed that you and Cat Noir were a little bit closer than you have been," Alya started, and Marinette smiled.

Before she could say anything, I interjected, "Yeah. I think we could agree that we're..." I wasn't sure what to say, though.

"Dating," Marinette finished with a smile. I grinned, wishing I could purr like an actual cat.

"Yeah. We're dating," I agreed, leaning over and kissing her cheek. She blushed.

"We were on a date when we got an alert saying that we needed to come help out. But you know, it happens," Marinette added. Then her miraculous beeped, and I looked at her.

"I think it's time for us to go, my Lady," I said to her, and she nodded.

"Wait. I don't mean to be rude, but have you two kissed?" Alya asked.

"Once," I answered. Just to make Alya smile, I kissed Marinette softly and quickly before scooping her up in my arms and running. We would be changing back in a second, and we needed to be gone.

I got around the corner of a building just before we changed back. I set Marinette down on her feet, and she smiled. "My kitty saved the day. And probably just made Alya's entire night," she laughed.

"That's what I was going for," I said, a little smugly. "You know that video is going straight on her blog, right?"

"Definitely. Hey, look, I'm sorry that this night didn't go as well as you were hoping," she sighed.

"It's totally okay. We can always try this again some other time," I told her, smiling. "And we did get to spend a lot of time together."

"You probably have to get going," she said, looking away.

"Yeah. But I'll walk you home if you'd like," I offered.

"Don't worry. I'm a superhero. I can handle a walk home alone," she told me.

I held my hand out to her. "But I insist, my Lady," I said with a smile. She smiled and took my hand.

"Well, if you insist..."

We walked through the streets of Paris, still talking. She was just so excited that Alya looked so happy as we were leaving the scene. I don't blame her. I love seeing my friends happy. And Alya now had even more to put on her blog.

"You know, before I found out it was you, I followed Alya's blog obsessively, waiting to see if she would figure it out," I admitted as we were a block away from her apartment.

"Really?" she asked with a laugh.

"Really. I needed to know," I answered. "Not knowing was going to kill me."

She smiled as we stopped in front of her family's bakery. "So I guess this is goodnight," she sighed.

"Can I have a hug?" I asked. She nodded, wrapping her arms around my waist. I smiled, hugging her close. I kissed her forehead before I pulled away.

"Goodnight, beautiful," I whispered. She blushed, smiling.

"Goodnight, handsome," she said before going insane. I headed home. Plagg was exhausted in my pocket.

"You know, I brought the camembert just in case this happened. But you ate it all beforehand," I told him after he groaned.

"I think your date went well," Plagg said.

"Despite the fact that I smelled like cheese?"

"But you smelling like cheese was the best part!"

"Whatever."

I got back home and snuck back in through my bathroom window. No one had been in my room. Good. I got changed into my pajamas and pulled out a part of my secret camembert stash. Luckily, Plagg did not know where it was. Plagg gladly ate the cheese as I got settled into bed.

"How do you plan on trying another date?" Plagg asked me.

"I don't know. Maybe I'll have her over here," I said.

"Your dad would allow it?" he asked.

"No, probably not. But I could just tell him that she was over to work on a project," I told him.

"Uh-huh. I've seen the way you look at her. Your dad would never believe you," he laughed.

"Oh? And what would you know?" I challenged.

"I'm the dating master," he defended. I rolled my eyes.

"I still don't believe it," I told him, turning on my side and closing my eyes. He plopped down onto my bed and quickly fell asleep in a ball on my feet. I shook my head, smiling. Tomorrow, I'll ask her on another date to make up for being interrupted tonight. Hopefully, she'll say yes. But, that also means that tomorrow, I have to talk to my dad about it...