Marinette woke up at 7am giving her one hour to prepare for Adrien's arrival. Her sleep last night had been incredibly fitful; she couldn't get the text messages from Adrien out of her head. They were embedded so much that every time she shut her eyes Adrien would appear, and her sleep began to turn into a tiresome loop. Fall asleep, dream of Adrien flirting, wake up sweating and repeat. Would it be too much to believe he was actually flirting? Did she want him to be flirting? This was going to be a long day.

She set out what she was going to wear the night before. After all, Monsieur Agreste wanted her to look 'nice'. She'd trailed though the whole of her wardrobe and decided on a light pink knee length skater skirt, a white short sleeve shirt supporting a low 'V' neck line, her pink long cardigan with sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and white sparkly ballet shoes. If she was walking around with Adrien all day she needed to make sure she'd be comfortable.

She rushed into the shower coating herself with her favourite strawberry body wash and massaging her vanilla extract shampoo and conditioner into her hair. Both Adrien and Chat Noir had commented on her smell before and the moment caused a shy smile to creep over her face. The two gorgeous guys she was crushing on, both liked her smell. She continued to wash over her body when Adrien's text popped back into her head.

I can't wait to get lucky with you 😉

Unfortunately the memory came at the worst possible time. She dramatically skid out the shower and into the sink, finishing off the routine with a dramatic fall to the floor in a half split. This was going to be a very long day.

She got changed into her clothes and looked in the mirror feeling happy with her choices. Tikki had persuaded her to leave her hair down, and also apply a slight lip gloss and mascara. As she looked herself up and down in the mirror she made a conscious decision there and then that this would become her daily routine. Her eyes popped and her lips look desirable.

Placing Tikki in her usual pink side bag she made her way downstairs.

"Morning, Maman; morning, papa."

Marinette's parents looked at her dumbfounded.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes I'm fine, why?"

"It's only 7.45am." Tom looked at his wife thinking she might have the answer. She shrugged at him and they both looked back at their, usually hibernating, daughter.

"I've got that assignment today remember."

"Ohhhh, the one with Adrien. Of course." Tom winked to Sabine who proceeded to put some pastries in a bag.

"Take these with you honey, that boy looks like he's in need of some good food." Marinette looked into the bag and saw cookies, macaroons and, Adrien's personal favourite, croissants.

"These are great thank you." She gave her parents a hug and slipped a few extra cookies into her bag for Tikki.

Marinette looked out the window just in time to see Adrien's silver estate car pull up. It stopped right outside the door and she decided to make her way out to save on the embarrassment of him coming in and speaking to her parents. She scurried towards the door with her head down at the same time as the blonde boy outside was walking in checking his phone.

Nino: Have a 'lucky' day! 😉

Adrien knew he'd have to get Nino back for this. Telling him was a big -

He pushed the door open and felt something restrict it on the other side. Putting his phone in his pocket he saw a raven haired girl in a pile on the floor. Rushing inside he bent down next to the girl. Tom and Sabine were holding back laughter as they stared at the teens. They really were unlucky when it came to each other.

"Mari, oh my, I'm so sorry." He helped her up and checked her head for any signs of lumps, bruises or a concussion.

"I'm fine Adrien, I'm used to it." She said with a chuckle. "I guess I'm not that lucky."

A flashback to their text messages came flooding back and the two were overpowered with server blushes. Adrien reached up behind the back of his neck and began to rub it.

"You know, you always do that when you're nervous or uncomfortable." She picked the pastry bag back up off the floor and brushed herself down.

Adrien looked at his arm and slowly pulled it away from his neck.

"I'd never realised that." He let out a laugh with a slight lopsided smile. "Bye, Mr and Mrs Dupain-Cheng."

"Oh sweetheart, we've told you before call us Sabine and Tom. Have a good day you two."

Adrien, being the gentleman he is, held the door open for Marinette to exit first. She smiled at him showing her perfect white teeth and that's when he noticed she'd left her hair down, and was she wearing make up? Adrien followed her out the door admiring her beauty from behind.

He'd never forget the first time he saw her with her hair loose. They were at the Bourgeois anniversary party and had escaped to the ball pit on the roof. He'd thought many times about what might have happened if it had been just the two of them, but at that time the girl could barely say more than two words to him.

He looked over her outfit and realised how perfectly 'Marinette' it was.

Pretty in pink, he thought to himself before racing over to open the cars door for her.

"Please allow me."

"Merci." Pulling her skirt to one side she slid across the seats allowing Adrien to slide in after her. They both sat down and clipped their belts in.

It was silent, awkwardly silent. After about ten minutes someone needed to speak; they both turned to looked at each other at the same time and laughed. What impeccable timing!

"I've put all the questions into notes on my phone so we don't need to carry anything round with us."

"Good thinking Mari. So what's the first one?" He inquired.

"Share something personal with your partner." Marinette read off her phone.

"That doesn't sound too hard."

"I suppose it depends how personal we want to go." Marinette looked at Adrien and raised one eyebrow. Since when had she got so comfortable with him?

"Any preferences on depth?" He replied back moving in towards her as if sending out a challenge.

"Oooo well personally, I think the deeper the better." Both their faces went a crimson shade and she slapped her palm over her face.

Luckily at that moment they had reached Adrien's house. Neither of them spoke as they got out the car, neither of them spoke as they walked into the house and neither of them spoke as they made it to Adrien's room. This was going to be a very, very long day.

As Adrien signalled for Marinette to sit on the couch opposite his television their phones pinged in sync. Alya had started a WhatsApp Group called 'Heaven or Hell?'

Alya: Hey guys, thought we could keep in touch via WhatsApp and see how everyone's days are going?

Nino: Great idea Alya! Well because my day will be a day from hell I'm feeling mean ... can we all please start sending messages to wake Marinette up? That way someone else will be grumpy today, too.

Alya: Yes! Oh Adrien ... don't forget the #marinettechallenge! You could be top of the rankings after spending a whole day with her.

Marinette: #marinettechallenge? What is this?

Nino: Geez she's awake! Is my clock lying and it's actually 8.20pm not am?

Marinette: Har har! I'm at Adrien's house for his piano lesson.

Alya: Well that's 'lucky' isn't it 😉

Marinette: ALYA!!!!!! 😡

Adrien: 🥺 NINO!!!!

Alya: Did you have to jump on her bed to wake her up, Agreste?

Adrien: No she was awake and ready to go, all pretty in pink.

Marinette's head shot up to look for Adrien. He was doing something at his piano smiling.

If he's going to say things like that then so can I, she thought to herself.

Marinette: No bouncing on the bed was required ... maybe next time 😏

Marinette heard a very untuned note, or should she say collection of notes, as Adrien's phone dropped onto the keys.

"Sorry", he muffled as he picked his phone back up.

A knock was heard at the door and Nathalie entered followed by a slightly rotund lady. Marinette guessed it was Adrien's music teacher.

"Miss Dupain-Cheng, it's lovely to see you again." Gabriel's assistant nodded towards Marinette, and for some unknown reason Marinette decided now would be the right time in her life to curtesy. Adrien laughed and Marinette blushed, Nathalie looked rather amused and Adrien's music teacher, Madame Gisele, thought she'd just found an angel.

"Well aren't you a beautiful, well-mannered young lady. Come and sit closer." She beckoned for Marinette to bring Adrien's computer chair and sit closer to the piano. She nodded in agreement and made her way over. "Monsieur Agreste, you've been keeping this delicate flower secret from me." She wagged her finger at him, "When did you get such a stunning girlfriend?"

"Oh, we're just friends." Marinette explained as Adrien tried to get his brain into gear. When it registered what Marinette had said it felt like a kick in the gut.

"We're partners on an assignment, so we're spending the day together." Adrien finally linked his mouth and his brain, however his heart was still bouncing around in a trampoline park, also known as his chest.

"You're very lucky Adrien. I'm sure all the boys wanted this precious butterfly." Adrien looked over and smiled at Marinette.

"They most certainly did, Madame." Marinette blushed and he was happy to finally have one up on her.

Adrien began his lesson. He was working on Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" which apparently will be his next exam piece. Marinette was fascinated watching his fingers effortlessly glide between the keys.

After twenty minutes he had completed it and it sounded beautiful. Marinette was engrossed watching him; his face became very expressive as he played. Frowning and creasing his eyebrows on the hard sections and smiling when he knew he'd correctly directed a key change. She felt blessed she got to see this. He truly was magnificent at playing.

"Ok Adrien, just your own choice to play now and I can leave you to enjoy the day with your lady." She winked over at him.

M'lady, Adrien thought. If only.

He took a deep breath and began to play, he wasn't using any scripts for this one. He knew it off by heart. Marinette recognised the tune immediately and began to unconsciously sing along. Madame Gisele stopped Adrien just as he was reaching the chorus.

"Did I do something wrong, Madame Gisele?"

"No, of course not Adrien. It's just this heavenly lady also has the voice of an angel. Come and sit next to Adrien." She waved her hand for Marinette to follow. Cautiously she agreed and found herself being sat next to him on the piano bench. Their knees brushed against each other, igniting flames to circulate a fiery heat around their bodies.

"Sing with him." Madame Gisele stated.

"Oh n-n-no ... I couldn't p-p-possibly." Adrien takes hold of Marinette's hands.

"Please Mari, it can be the something personal you share with me." She looked into Adrien's begging green eyes and melted.

"I-I-I know don't really ...," she replied, kicking herself for beginning to mess up her speech again. It had been ages since this had happened.

"I believe in you, Mari." She looked up at Adrien's face and there was a flicker in his eyes. Something felt oddly familiar about it. She sighed.

"Fine. But I'm not looking at you."

He starts playing the song again and Marinette closes her eyes channelling her inner Ladybug.

Like a small boat
On the ocean
Sending big waves
Into motion
Like how a single word
Can make a heart open
I might only have one match
But I can make an explosion

Adrien looked over at Marinette as she continued. Madame Gisele was right, Marinette sang like an angel. A smile crept over his lips; her voice fit perfectly with his melody.

Ha, take that Luka, he thought to himself.

This is my fight song
Take back my life song
Prove I'm alright song
My power's turned on
Starting right now I'll be strong
I'll play my fight song
And I don't really care if nobody else believes
'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me

As she began on the second verse her eyes had opened and she looked at Adrien smiling through her lyrics. Her confidence was growing, and she was beginning to enjoy herself. He smiled back to her between key changes.

Unknown to the two teens Nathalie was outside recording the performance they were putting on in Adrien's room. She'd never heard two people blend so perfectly together first time they'd performed. It's as if they were meant to do this.

Madame Gisele rested her elbows on Adrien's piano cupping her face with both hands staring at this most perfect duo in front of her. Something here was magical.

As soon as Adrien could release one hand from the keys he grabbed Marinette's hand giving it a quick squeeze of encouragement. He couldn't control himself, he was enchanted by her. Falling deeper into the captivation of the raven haired girl sitting next to him. They looked at each other and smiled. As the song came to a close she rested her head upon Adrien's shoulder. Breathing out a content sigh with her eyes closed.

"Woah!" Adrien breathed out.

Madame Gisele began clapping, making Adrien and Marinette realise their position and spring apart.

"Oh you two were just perfect. Like the musical Gods had brought you together to join in perfect synchronisation. You could even pick up each other's pitches and tempos." She clasped her hands to her heart. "I must be going now, but Miss Marinette, anytime you want to come and duo with Monsieur Agreste please do. Oh so beautiful..." she continued to ramble on as she collected her belongings. "Such a perfect couple."

Adrien and Marinette both looked at each other through the corners of their eyes and let out a small smile.

"Au revior, Madam Gisele." Both teens said as she left the room. Once the door closed Adrien turned to Marinette.

"Why don't you sing more often? I'm sure Kitty Section would have you perform with them." Marinette winced at the reference to her ex-boyfriends band.

"I can't ... sing publicly anymore."

"I think you can. That was incredible." Marinette smiled at the positivity of the model besides her.

"I can't believe I just did that. I haven't properly sang in front of anyone in years." She covered her face with her hands.

"Why? Your voice is wonderful."

"This is really embarrassing, so I'm trusting you not to bring it up in front of the others." She looked up at him and saw him lift an eyebrow.

"When we were eight, I was in the play at school. High School Musical to be exact. I was Gabriella. I was so excited! Anyway ... the night of the show I was nervous incase I tripped or fell or do something clumsy like usual."

"Typical Marinette style?"

"Ha, yes typical Marinette style. Anyway that surprisingly didn't happen, however whilst I was singing the final song, 'Breaking Free' with Kim, who was playing Troy, we kind of got ... joined up."

"Joined up?" Adrien looked completely confused.

"His belt got attached to my skirt as we were doing the dance routine. I spun out and my skirt stayed where it was revealing my underwear to everyone. I've had stage fright ever since."

Adrien started laughing.

"Gutted I missed it." Marinette shoved her leg against his.

"That's mean, model boy."

"Well Mari just so you know, I'll be your Zac Efron anytime you want." Marinette's face began to radiate heat. She stood up and walked to the pastry bag, grabbing a pink macaroon and tossing Adrien a croissant.

"So your turn now ... you need to share something personal with me."

"I was thinking about this one all night. Grab your bag and the rest of the pastries, we're going on an adventure."