"Dude, you alright?"

Adrien lifted his head up off his desk to look at Nino. Dark circles painted his eyes, which he had tried and failed to cover up with concealer. He hid a yawn behind his hand. No, he was not alright. Once again, that damned thief had stolen his peaceful night's sleep. He had been so stressed over his secret identity being blown that he nearly fell into a full blown panic attack. Even after Plagg had managed to calm him down, the teen had laid in his bed all night long, wide awake. So, of course, now he was groggy as hell. The teen model propped his head up with his arm.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Adrien murmured. "Didn't get much sleep last night."

"Hey, if your dad's overworking you, again-"

"He's not, Nino. He's actually been pretty cool lately."

The dark-skinned boy didn't look all too convinced. Still, he could tell when he was being shut down.

"If you say so, man," he said with a sigh. "... Y'know if something's bothering you, you can tell me, right?"

Adrien smiled. "Yeah, I know, man."

Nino seemed to be satisfied with his answer. Class soon started, and by some miracle, Adrien managed not to crash all morning. By the time lunch rolled around, though, he was beginning to space out hardcore.

"Jeez, what truck hit you?"

His green eyes blinked as he turned to look at Luna. The actress was sitting on Marinette's desk, a frown on her blue painted lips. Marinette's blue eyes showed a similar concern as she peered around her friend. Adrien groaned.

"That bad, huh?"

"No! Of course not!" Marinette said. "It's just, uh... well you know..."

"You look like an eighteen wheeler took you out and went back for seconds," Luna finished.

"You are brutally honest," Adrien said.

"She means well... I think," Marinette said.

Luna shrugged. "It's a matter of perspective. So, what's up, buttercup? How come you're suddenly dead to the world?"

The model let out a yawn. "I didn't sleep well."

"Why not?" Marinette asked.

That took a little thought. Unfortunately, his brain chose that moment to rebel. "Playing YouTube and watching video games."

Nino snickered. "Dude, I think you have those backwards."

"Huh? What did I say?"

The girls all laughed. "Okay, someone obviously needs a nap," Alya said. "I bet Marinette's parents wouldn't mind if you spent lunch break on their couch."

The designer blushed. "Alya!" She hissed.

"I couldn't do that to them," Adrien said with a laugh. "The bakery's probably busy. I wouldn't want to impose."

"Then, let's go to my place," Luna said. "I have a ton of unused beds, and my nanny's an awesome cook."

"Guys, really, I'm-"

"You are not convincing anyone, pretty boy. My place, it is." Luna pulled out her phone as she stood. Adrien shook his head. Once again, he was given no say in what he did. Though, right now, he couldn't really say he minded it.

Luna's house wasn't all that big, at least not compared to Adrien's. But even he had to agree it was much larger than one person really needed. It was a two-story building with a glass addition on its side. It had a historic feel to it, though it had been renovated over the years. Adrien looked to Luna with a frown.

"You live here? By yourself?" He asked.

"And my nanny," Luna corrected him.

"This place is huge!" Nino said with awe. "Your parents must be loaded!"

"Technically, it's mine," the actress said. "The deed's in my name."

"Dude, you OWN it!?"

Marinette frowned at the building. "Don't you get lonely in such a big house? Without your family, I mean."

Luna shrugged. "I rarely saw them when I lived in America, to be honest. Dad was constantly running around the world for his films, and Mom and Sis are workaholics. The holidays were the time we were ever in the same place."

Adrien studied her for a moment. Whatever jealousy he had felt for her before subsided. They really weren't all that different, after all. Luna caught his staring and went over to flick his forehead.

"Hey!" He yelled, rubbing the spot. "What was that for?"

She giggled. "You're totally zoning on us, Agreste. Let's get inside before you collapse on my walkway."

As they walked inside, they were greeted to a warmly lit room with a golden chandelier of fake candles. A marble statue sat between two dark wood staircases that led to the second floor. Artwork covered the maroon walls and tantalize the eye. The four of them gawked.

"Whoa, you live in a freaking art museum!" Alya said.

Marinette wandered to one of the oils on the wall. "This is amazing, Luna! Did all these come with you from America?"

"As if I would've had time to put these all up," Luna laughed. "They came with the house. I pretty much inherited it all from my great granddad."

"Dude, you are officially the coolest person I know," Nino said.

Adrien hit his arm. "Dude!"

The dj gave him a sheepish smile. "Sorry. Second coolest person I know."

The model mocked a glare. "Totally revoking your best friend privileges."

"Oh my. We've got quite a crew here."

The teens turned to see a tall young man approaching them. He couldn't be much older than his mid-twenties with a cropped mess of blond hair and hazel eyes that were framed by wire rimmed glasses. He wore a loose dress shirt over torn jeans. Paint covered his forearms and dotted the white of his shirt. A warm smile spread across his face as he opened his arms.

"What, no hello? Not even gonna introduce me, Lunabelle?" he said.

Luna rolled her eyes but returned his smile. "Hey, Collins. Guys, this is my nanny."

"Your nanny's a dude?" Nino asked with a frown.

"Caretaker's a more accurate term, but yes, I am the little miss' nanny." Collins gave them a bow. "It's a pleasure to meet you all."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, too," Marinette said.

"Alright, I'm starved," Luna said. "What's for lunch, Collins?"

The nanny smiled as he cupped his young charge's face. "Lunch can wait. Lunabelle, ma cherie. Mon ange. I ask so little of you, don't I?"

Luna groaned. "I have guests."

"If you had taken out the trash this morning, like I had asked you to, you wouldn't have to do it, now. Tout suite." He motioned for her to move, which she did, albeit sluggishly.

"Slave driver," she muttered. "Could've sworn this was your job."

"It may be your house, but I run the show, Lunabelle." As she disappeared into the back, Collins turned to the others. "Alright, then. Who do we have here?"

The designer took care of the introductions. "I'm Marinette. This is Alya, Nino, and Adrien."

Collins took one of her hands in his, placing a kiss on the back of it. "Marinette is a beautiful name. Welcome to our home." Marinette blushed a bit, letting out a small giggle. Collins gave Alya the same treatment before going to shake both the boys' hands, ending with Adrien. Seeing the model, Collins' smile grew.

"Young Adrien Agreste. It certainly has been awhile."

The teen frowned. "We've met?"

Collins sighed. "I suppose I don't leave that much of an impact. You were five at the time, so I really can't blame you. I believe it was New Year's?"

"Sorry, I don't really remember." Adrien gave him an apologetic smile.

"No, it's alright. Though, if you want to make it up to me, an autograph wouldn't hurt." The older man gave him a wink. Adrien grimaced. He really didn't like signing autographs unless he really had to. Still, it felt awkward turning down someone who was welcoming him into their home. Thankfully, Luna came back from her chore and diffused the situation.

"Collins, stop flirting. He's too young for you, anyway."

Maybe diffuse wasn't the right word. Adrien's eyes grew into saucers while Collins rolled his. He turned to the actress and folded his arms. "Who said you could be cheeky with me, young lady?"

"Someone's got to be," Luna chuckled. She motioned towards the stairs. "Come on, Agreste. Let's get you to a bed."

Adrien ducked around the nanny a little too eagerly. He really didn't want to think about a guy potentially hitting on him. As he met her on the stairs, Luna glanced back at Collins. She smirked and placed a hand on her hip.

"No comments?"

"Nah, that one's too easy," the nanny said. "Should I bring him up a plate?"

"Probably better if you doggy bag it," Luna said. She beckoned for Adrien to follow her again. He hesitated for a moment. This whole ordeal was beginning to look like a bad idea. Still, the thought of sleep made him climb the staircase with her.

Luna took him down another art-filled hallway. Adrien wanted to take a moment to marvel at the different works, but he was urged onwards to the last stained wood door. Luna opened it to reveal a room of green and white with a large bed at the center. The covers were already pulled back like they were prepared just for him, and God, did those big, fluffy pillows look inviting. Adrien fought a yawn.

"You really didn't have to do this," he told his... friend? He really wasn't sure with her yet. She seemed to like him enough, but he knew they weren't as close as his father probably wanted them to be.

Luna shrugged. "Meh, don't mention it. I'll send Collins up to wake you when we're heading back out, unless you'd rather I do it."

Adrien grimaced. "Could you, please? He's nice and all, but..."

The actress laughed. "You know I was just pulling his leg, right? I mean, he is gay, but you would know it if he was hitting on you."

"Oh... I uh...See..." He scratched his head and looked at his feet. God, he felt stupid, now. Luna laughed again, making him look up at her. A twinge of familiarity pulled at his chest, but for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why. Still, he couldn't help but smile along with her. The actress shook her head as she passed him, patting his shoulder.

"Get some rest, pretty boy. I'll come get you in a bit."

"Thanks, Luna." Adrien yawned again as Luna shut the door behind her. Setting his bag down, the model took off his shoes and climbed into the waiting bed. Plagg flew out of his shirt pocket and settled in on one of the green lined pillows without question. If there was one thing the cat god loved as much as his cheese, it was his naps. It wasn't long after his head hit his pillow that he was out like a light.

The feel of the bed shifting was what woke him up. Adrien groaned as he rubbed his eyes to find Luna sitting at the edge of the bed, staring at something in her hands. He had to blink a couple of times before he realized it was his wallet she had, and that she was staring at the three playing cards that had been tucked inside.

"You seriously kept these in here," she said without looking at him. "One would think you'd have learned your lesson the first time."

Ice ran down the model's back. If he was still a bit groggy before, he sure as hell was awake now. "What?" he asked, pushing himself up to sit.

Luna tucked the cards back in his wallet and handed it back to him. "Do I really have to spell it out for you, kitten?" Her lips pulled in a playful smirk.

Adrien was frozen stiff. This had to be a dream. There was no way... She wouldn't just tell him like that, right? When he didn't take the wallet, right away, Luna sighed and set it in his lap.

"You really shouldn't have those on you, Agreste. Especially seeing as you got one of them from Aly. If she sees you with a set, she might start asking questions."

The teen grasped at the sheets beneath him. Anger rose in his chest, though he wasn't sure if it was more directed at her or at his own stupidity. Either way, it added a bite to his words. "Most of my friends don't make a habit of pick-pocketing me."

"Does that mean I'm not like your other friends? Or am I just not a friend to you?"

His anger eased at her quiet tone. She was closing him off, again. After they had begun to open up to one another. He tsked at himself. He just wanted to be mad, dammit! But something told him if he snapped now, he'd be burning a bridge to something he wasn't ready to let go of yet. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to figure out what to say. Luna watched him for a bit before sighing, again.

"I'm not going to tell anyone," she said softly. "And now you know my secret, so we're even." She stood up to leave.

A strangled sound left him as she grabbed for the doorknob. She was just about to open it when he finally managed to speak. "Luna, wait!"

She stopped but didn't turn to him. Adrien licked his lips. He crawled out of the bed and made his way over to her, running a hand through his hair. "...I don't know what we are, right now," he admitted. "You... You're not exactly easy to figure out..."

"Let me know when you find out, then." She opened the door only for him to push it closed again.

"I can't do that if you shut me out," he told her.

Luna rubbed her arm, eyes closed. She tried to keep her face an emotionless mask, but the feel of his eyes on her didn't help. "...I'm not very good at sharing my feelings."

Adrien scratched his brow. "...I'm told that bottling it up isn't all that good for you."

The barest hint of a smile tugged at her lips at the all too familiar words. She bit her cheek in an attempt to keep a straight face. Blue eyes met green as she tucked a stray hair behind her ear. "What do you suggest, then, kitten?"

"Well, if I'm correct, we still have plans for tomorrow evening. Let's see what that's like and go from there."

The thief nodded. "Alright, then. Just so you know, I don't put out on the first date."

"Oh, well, this isn't going to work at all, then." Adrien smiled at her laughter. He was beginning to really like that sound.

"You guys are sickeningly cute. And you ruined my nap."

Luna blinked at the black creature floating by their shoulders. Her brow furrowed as she tried to wrap her head around it's presence. Adrien, on the other hand, glared at his kwami.

"Sorry to have disturbed you," he muttered.

"That is a small floating cat," Luna said.

"I am a kwami," Plagg said, floating up to her eye level. "And don't think I don't know what your game is! If you think I'm going to let you yank my chosen around you got...another...mmmmmm."

Luna ran a finger over the kwami's head and under his chin to scratch it. She giggled. "He's adorable."

"I'm not..." She moved to massage behind one of his ears. "Ooooooh yeahhhhhh. Forget what I said, kid. Obsess about her all ya want."

The thief gave Adrien an amused look. "Obsess, he says."

The model quickly snatched Plagg from he air and stuffed him in his shirt. The black cat gave a small yelp of protest, not that Adrien seemed to notice. "You know what? I think the others are waiting on us! We should probably go meet them." He stepped back into his shoes.

"Oh, but I want to hear more about this obsession you have."

"It's really not that interesting." Adrien grabbed his bag and threw it over his shoulder as he opened the door. Luna giggled, again, but let it go. For now, anyway. This was too good not to bring up, again.