"You're wrong."

"I'm what?"

"I said you're wrong."

"Ok Miss Perfect, what is the best musical?"

"Wicked, of course."

"I agree that is good, but you can't overlook a classic like Phantom of the Opera."

"I did enjoy Phantom, I must admit." They were walking past a theatre which struck conversation up between the two teens. It had been awkward up until that moment, each not knowing what to say since their moment at the piano.

"Right, Miss High School Musical. Favourite song from a musical?" Adrien asked.

"Does it have to be a stage musical or can it be a movie musical?" She replied, flicking through a catalogue of films in her head.

"Either works." He was smiling at her as they walked. Adrien was wearing sunglasses to try and disguise his face from the crowds on the Champs-Élysées. It seemed to be working for the most, yet his undeniable attractiveness was increased under his 'Gabriel' aviators and attention was being pulled for other reasons than being the European Famous Model.

Every now and then girls would walk past staring, and flashing him a smile and a wink. He looked so embarrassed, it was quite cute she thought. She studied his face a little more. She'd never seen him in sunglasses before, or anything that had covered his eyes. There was something strangely familiar about seeing just his jaw line and hair. Almost as if ... if his hair was a little more scruffy ...

"Come on Mari, this isn't a life decision we're talking about here." Adrien interrupted her thoughts. She gave her head a shake, there was no way.

"Hummmm..... I know, but what if I choose the wrong one. I'd feel guilty to the other song." Marinette's arms were flying around in front of her. "I mean, one song might help me through tough times and be a source of happiness, but the other might be the one that grows my heart and helps me to believe in love ~"

Adrien stopped in his tracks and looked at Marinette. She could see his eyebrows had risen above his sunglasses.

"Mari, it's only a song." Marinette realised she'd been rambling, and more about the two choices in her love life than about actual songs. To make matters worse she still hadn't chosen an option.

"I need time to think. Model Boy, you go first. Oh but this doesn't count as your 'something personal' by the way." They continued to walk. Adrien placed his hands into his pockets and sighed.

"Rewrite the stars."

"Ooooo a Greatest Showman fan, are we?" She nudges him playfully with a shoulder. He places one hand behind his neck and shrugs.

"I just find the song means a lot to me. I've got this friend you see, kind of like you said about your friend yesterday. We hang out together a lot, and I have had a crush on her since the day we met-" he looked at Marinette for some sort of reaction by what he just said, he hadn't meant that to slip out. He found her bluebell eyes looking deeply at him, willing him to continue. Grabbing her hand Adrien led her over to sit at a bench.

"You see, she's my best friend but there's ..." Adrien thought for a moment. How can he explain that they needed to save the world on a daily basis and don't actually know who each other are. There was only one word he could think of "obstacles."

"Obstacles? Like what?" Marinette looked over Adrien again. Blonde hair - check; green eyes - check.

"She keeps telling me we can't be together, and it makes perfect sense. Truly it does, but that didn't stop me from wanting more with her. She very much like you Marinette; so sweet, determined, kind and caring." He sighs and stands up offering her his hand. "I suppose it's a good thing I have a new crush now, isn't it."

Marinette smiled but didn't know what to do, did he mean her? Could her crush finally be crushing on her? He had been flirting with her after all? Well, what she thought was flirting.

She looked him over again. He was tall like Chat, smiled like him, his voice was similar too. All the signs were leading to one conclusion; but their personalities were so different. Or were they? She took his hand and he pulled her effortlessly to her feet. She had a party going on in her brain and she didn't know which thought to contend with first.

"That's one of my favourite songs too." They stood smiling for a moment and Adrien reached up to take his glasses off so she could see his eyes.

"Marinette -"

"Oh my Gucci! That's Adrien Agreste." Adrien grabbed hold of Marinette's hand and began to run. Luckily they weren't too far away from their desired location. Adrien slipped his glasses back over his eyes as he guided Marinette through the crowded streets and away from his screaming followers. The group had increased in size thanks to the girls shouting out Adrien's name.

"In here." Adrien pushed Marinette into a door with such force she fell straight onto the floor. Trying to enter speedily Adrien's feet got tangled in Marinette's resulting in the two teens in a pile on the floor.

"Hey." He said as he pulled himself to standing. He put his hand out for Marinette and pulled her to standing, both sporting a rosey blush on their cheeks, before bursting into uncontrollable laughter.

"Sacre bleu, what do you children think you're doing in here? This is a respectable store you need to leave." The teens turned round to see a slim, tall male with brown hair and a curly handle bar moustache. He looked at Adrien and Marinette with disgust, and began to push them out the door.

"Hold up, Françoise." Adrien removed his glasses and looked at the tall man. The shock on his face made Marinette giggle even more, she placed one hand over her mouth to try and console herself. She finally had chance to look around where they were. She had no doubt they were in the 'Gabriel' store, how could she tell? The massive pictures of Adrien scattered all around.

"That's a lot of Adrien's." She muttered.

"Oh, Monsieur Agreste. I am so sorry. Accept my dearest apologise please. We were expecting a more civilised entrance from you."

"We were being chased by fans. There wasn't much choice. Anyway, we're here to shop, Françoise. Nathalie should have already phoned through." Adrien explained taking Marinette's hand and leading her further into the store.

"She certainly has, Sir. If you need any help just let us know. Would you like me to send over a stylist?"

"No, it's fine. I've got my stylist right here." He lifted Marinette's hand into the air, much to the disgusted of Françoise and all the other staff in 'Gabriel'.

"Yes." He looked her over, before turning his head and sauntering off.

"He's friendly." Adrien laughed at Marinette's remark.

"He's a stuck up member of the 'Gabriel' army. Ok, so here's my something personal and it's quite embarrassing. I've never chosen my own clothes."

"What?" Marinette shrieked and quickly covered her mouth before speaking again but this time quieter. "Excuse me, what?"

"I just wear what ever is in my wardrobe, which is whatever my father wants me to be seen wearing." Adrien's cheeks had turned the brightest shade of red she'd seen on him. As she made her way towards the rails of beautiful clothing she tapped his arm.

"Red's a good colour on you." She winked and carried on her search.

After about ten minutes she spoke up.

"What occasion are we looking for?" Adrien looked up from the rack of jackets he was looking at.

"Errrrmmm... I can't say." He quickly put his head down and continued to search through the coats.

"Don't leave me hanging, Adrien! How do I know what to get you to try on if you don't tell me what it's for?" She moved to the rail opposite where Adrien was and stood on her tiptoes so she could see over it.

"Awwww you're so short." He clamped his hand over his mouth.

"Are you being height-est Mr Agreste?" A smile formed on Marinette's lips.

"No, no of course not. You're a perfect height for me ... I mean your just the right size ... I mean ... " he dragged his hands down his face and groaned supplying Marinette with another reason to giggle. She walked round to him and held up a pair black jeans, a maroon top and a cream cardigan. She was enjoying having this effect on him.

"Don't forget to come out and strike me a pose when you've got them on, Model Boy."

"Oui, Madame Dupain-Cheng."

He turned and walked into the changing rooms giving Marinette a quick chance to sneak off and converse with Tikki.

"Tikki's it's going really well."

"That's so great Marinette. How are you feeling about your dilemma?"

Marinette thought for a moment. What did she actually feel about the Chat/Adrien situation? She knew she'd be all Adrien right here, right now; but as soon as she saw Chat again her heart would began to beat for him. The thought Marinette had earlier resurfaced.

"Tikki, is Adrien Chat?" She knew her little bug-Mouse knew. She'd seen Chat Noir multiple times.

"I couldn't tell you either way Marinette, you know that."

"I know. It's just that today things are feeling so similar. It kind of feels comfortable." At that moment Marinette's phone buzzed in her pocket. She walked over towards the changing area whilst simultaneously pulling out her phone. Her nose scrunched up when she saw the name.

Luka: Hey! What you up to? L xxx

Simple enough message but she couldn't help think this was the start of what could be a very awkward conversation. Tapping her phone against her thigh she started to think. Should she reply?

As her thoughts were whirling around in her head Adrien came walking out the changing room.

"Woah!" She said to herself.

"Woah indeed." Said the beautiful brunette sales assistant standing next to Marinette. She looked a couple of years older and like a model herself. The model assistant walked over to Adrien and began to feel his arms and body to check the fit was ok.

"Errrmmm... I don't mean to be rude Clarice, but please I've told you before not to touch me that way." He tried to say it with a smile, yet his eyes looked menacing. She backed away as Marinette walked up to Adrien. As Clarice walked past she stared Marinette up and down with a huff.

"She seems friendly too." Marinette said to Adrien. He snorted out a laugh causing Clarice to turn and stare at them. Marinette gave her a little wave and the pretty brunette huffed and turned away.

"You ok? You looked like you were deep in thought when I just came out the changing room."

"Yeah, it's nothing." She replied.

"You're not that great an actress, Mari" her heart fluttered every time he used his nickname for her. So silly, yet so personal. She sighed before giving her answer.

"Luka text me."

"Oh!" Was all Adrien could reply as he looked away.

"You ok?" Marinette was curious about Adrien's answer.

"Oh yeah. I'm fine." He gave her his model smile back, indicating to her that he was faking it. "So you going to reply?" She couldn't understand the coldness of his reply. Perhaps he did like her?

"I don't know. He's my friend, I don't want him to think that I'm ignoring him."

"You're too nice for you own good Mari." He said under his breath as he looked over her head. She'd heard what he said and was confused. What was this side of Adrien? Almost primal, almost cat like?

"Anyway, today isn't about him. It's about us and I think you look great in this outfit. Actually you look better than great." A slow blush appeared on her cheeks and Adrien smiled.

"To buy or not to buy? That is the question!"

"Oh, definitely to buy." Adrien smiled and turned around to get changed back into his normal clothes.

I wonder what it is he needs it for? Marinette thought as she looked at her phone again.

Marinette: Hey Luka, just out on assignment. I'm sure Juleka told you all about what we've got to do today. Crazy right? M x

She locked her phone and put it back in her pocket. She began to walk around the store looking at the different posters of Adrien. Looking at the posters you would think that this blonde haired boy has got it all, yet if you knew him you'd know the truth. All he wanted was love and friendship, something he was lacking in his home life. He was so sweet, kind, innocent and brave.

Her phone buzzed again in her pocket.

Luka: She mentioned something. Who did you get paired up with? Anyone interesting? L xxx

Marinette's heart dropped and she thought back to the last time they'd properly spoken. He'd got fed up of her behaviour and given her an ultimatum; him or Adrien. She told him she couldn't chose, that one part would always love Adrien no matter what. It wasn't just a normal love she had for him and she was beginning to understand why she felt that way. If ... her theory was correct.

She was staring. Staring at nothing in particular, just whatever was in front of her at that time; which happened to be an A1 poster of Adrien in 'Gabriel' Jeans and an open white shirt, revealing a very well toned physique.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer." The whispering in her ear made her jump out her skin. She turned around and was greeted with his Chat smile. "You know, you're worse than the staff, you little pervert."

Marinette scoffed. This was a new cheeky side to Adrien and a shiver ran down her back.

"I was just studying the great job your photographer has done with airbrushing." She smirked at him and walked away, letting her hips swing side to side. He stood there dumbfounded.

"She got you there kid." Plagg was laughing, "I like pigtails."

Adrien was continuing to stare as Marinette walked to the cash register. This was a whole other side to Marinette. Sassy, confident and cheeky, he was confused what he thought. It wasn't that it didn't suit her, he knew she could be like that with others, but this was the first time he was on the receiving end.

"I like her too." Adrien whispered before giving Plagg some cheese and following Marinette.

Clarice placed Adrien's clothes neatly in a bag and handed it over, giving Adrien a wink. Adrien grabbed the bag and made his way to the door. This is the reason he didn't go shopping. He didn't want to deal with all the fuss surrounding it. Pulling his sunglasses out his pocket he placed them back on his face. Reaching for the door he held it open for Marinette.

"Ladies first."