@(Un)LuckyLady 🐞 [4]

The Meet-Cute

Dear Buginettes,

What technically makes a date a success?

Is it when you and the guy you're out with go your separate ways without hating each other?

Is it when you make it to the end of said date and get the famed 'first date kiss'?

Or is it when you make a colossal idiot out of yourself and your date doesn't run a mile?

Last night was my second date since starting this journey and even though I technically ended the night with a different guy, I still had a good time and classed it as a win.

My original date ditched me whilst I was using the toilet and was seen making out with a very attractive brunette in the middle of the dance floor — I believe it was a win for him too, if you know what I mean.

So where do I go from here? It's quite simple really... for some reason to meet a guy I have to do something out of the ordinary — or slightly embarrassing — so I'm going to try and create a meet-cute.

For those who don't know what a Meet-Cute is, it's an adorable, cute or even amusing first meeting. For example, one of you could fall on top of the other, punch them in the face (accidently, of course), reach for the same book in a bookstore or even turn up at the wrong lecture and sit next to a really helpful (and maybe attractive) guy.

Take your own meet-cute and run with it,

I will mine.

Ladybug 🐞

@(Un)LuckyLady🐞

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@Turtle-y_Awesome Ha! Punch someone in the face? You must have heard from one of my friends. She's horrendously clumsy and right hooked the guy she's been crushing on for years.

@AA_Longlastingpower @Turtle-y_Awesome That's hilarious because that's what happened to me. The girl I like hit me with a good one right in the jaw.

@Turtle-y_Awesome @AA_Longlastingpower yeah, I know!

@AA_Longlastingpower @Turtle-y_Awesome What? How? Do I know you?

@Turtle-y_Awesome@AA_Longlastingpower Oh! Um - no???

@ChatNoir_Official M'Lady takes hitting on guys quite literally. Believe me, I know 😉

@Ladynoirstan_1995@ChatNoir_Official Whattttttttt?????????

@FortheloveofChat Did Chat Noir just admit to Ladybug hitting on him?! OMG! Is it official???? I think I'm going to cry!

@Chatsbiggestfan Screaming, crying, throwing up!

@ChatNoir_Official Why are you screaming, crying and throwing up? Dating me isn't that bad, is it?

@AA_Longlastingpower Any girl (or guy) would be lucky to date Chat Noir? I mean... look at him.

@FortheloveofChat Chadrien is a go!!!! This is a big news day!

@Ladynoirstan_1995 What are you talking about @FortheloveofChat? Ladynoir is official! I repeat... Ladynoir is official!

@ChatNoir_Official I never said that. It was just a joke because she hits people as part of her job, you know. See akuma and punch it... and @AA_Longlastingbattery sorry man, I don't date pretty boys!

@AA_Longlastingpower HA! @ChatNoir_Official You got my @ wrong! And, FYI, I'd be too much for you man.

@ChatNoir_Official Too right! I don't do high maintenance models! @AA_Longlastingbattery sorry man.

@AA_Longlastingbattery @ChatNoir_Official Hey dude! No worries man! Big fan right here!

@ChatNoir_Official Now... back to the matter at hand. Me and M'Lady are just very close friends.

@LadyandtheStray Ha! Look at @ChatNoir_Official trying to hide his relationship with Ladybug. 'Very close friends'. That's so sweet. You just know he's the one who Ladybug ended up with each time she went on a date.

@Ladyisabug @LadyandtheStray you're so right! She's ditched her date to meet up with her Kitty. Epic fail on hiding your relationship @ChatNoir_Official!

@CN_fan_62 Do you think they'll have a summer wedding or winter? I can imagine Chat Noir wanting a white suit so I'm voting for the winter theme.

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To: @(Un)LuckyLady🐞 CC: @TheLadyblogger

From: @ChatNoir_Official

Once again, I am sorry!

I'll contact Nadja Chamack for an interview to get a retraction. Once again I apologise, please don't throw me in the bin.

Your very, very sorry, Kitty Cat.

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To: @ChatNoir_Official CC: @TheLadyblogger

From: @(Un)LuckyLady🐞

You're very lucky you're cute!

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To: @(Un)LuckyLady🐞 CC: @TheLadyblogger

From: @ChatNoir_Official

Ooooo, you called me cute! Maybe I won't make a statement after all.

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To: @ChatNoir_Official CC: @TheLadyblogger

From: @(Un)LuckyLady🐞

CHAT NOIR!!!!!!! 😡

BREAKING NEWS: CHAT NOIR RELEASES A STATEMENT THAT HIMSELF AND LADYBUG ARE NOTAN ITEM, AND THAT HIS WORDS HAVE BEEN TAKEN OUT OF CONTEXT.

AS A RESULT CHAT NOIR WILL NO LONGER BE ACTIVE ON THE LADYBLOG.

HE ALSO GAVE A STATEMENT DENYING ANY POSSIBLE ROMANCE WITH MODEL, ADRIEN AGRESTE.

•••••

Marinette rubbed her forehead as she gathered her gym gear together and placed it into her backpack. Checking her blog comments one last time she powered down her phone and threw it into the bag.

Chat Noir was a constant pain in her butt – and apparently her head too. Even when he tried to help, he could still make a colossal mess of a situation and at the moment his actions needed to be the least of her worries. She was doing a grand job of messing things up herself – thank you very much. She didn't need her superpartners help. She had this one on her own.

Zipping her bag, she prepared for her first class in almost a week. After the events of the wedding, her face had taken three days and a trip to the emergency room to sort out. Apparently allergic reactions didn't just go away, and now she had to make sure she had in date medication, plus an epi pen, with her at all times. Evidently she was still very much allergic to shellfish.

Adrien had been around twice. The first time to bring her coffee and chocolate treats, and the second time to bring around Misery; as much as she enjoyed her time snuggled up with Adrien and burying her head into his fragrant clothing, the movie 100 percent needed to stay away from her in the future. She completely saw the appeal of putting the disc in the freezer.

She had to admit the story was good, excellent in fact; however, a good story and her enjoying it were two completely separate things. Adrien hadn't been allowed to leave that night until Alya had returned and, in result, Alya had banned Adrien from choosing movies to watch alone with Marinette in the future, something he retorted with 'I'll just stay here next time'. The fact they had no spare bed not worrying him in the slightest as he announced that he'd just stay with Marinette in hers. Luckily she was sitting down, because she was quite sure she would have collapsed.

"You ready?" Alya walked out of her room in a sports bra and leggings, her bag slung over one shoulder as she headed in the direction of the fridge.

"I am, but I think you forgot to wear clothing."

Alya laughed, swinging her bag down on the counter and reaching for her sweatshirt off the clean washing pile; slipping it on then grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

"If you've got it... flaunt it!" She winked at Marinette before continuing to check she had everything she needed in her bag.

The gym was having a special introductory night where each member had a guest pass to invite a friend. Unfortunately, Marinette didn't have a choice as once Alya had found out she could get get into the gym and peruse the man, she had taken the pass without hesitation, convincing Marinette that she needed to be there to help her sort out her next date; in other words, she wanted to spy on Frederick — she just wouldn't admit it.

"Just think, we could get you a date tonight with Chat Noir. You can write your next blog about how you found your partner and fell head over heels, it would blow... it... up!"

And there it was!

Marinette eyed her friend, her jaw clenched. She had to be kidding. He'd literally just filed a retraction on the blog and gone out his way to contact Nadja for an in person interview at TVi. Chat Noir was out of the equation. Plus the fact that he now had someone else and she had Adrien... Well, maybe she had Adrien.

Though he hadn't exactly asked her out on a date, he had made himself as clingy as a limpet. Not that she minded it — certainly not. If anything it was the opposite. She was being reliant on him; texting him first thing in the morning and last thing at night.

"I don't think so, Alya. If Ladybug happened to date Chat Noir, there would not be a chance in hell it could be published. You saw what happened with Chat's comments earlier, everyone went crazy."

"Pfft!" Alya waved her arm in Marinette's general direction. "Please! You two getting together would be the greatest thing to ever happen in Paris."

Marinette moved to the door and grabbed her coat from the peg, Alya following after. It seemed her friend had now decided the blog's ratings were more important than her need for a romantic partner. The feeling caused her stomach to unsettle.

"Why are you actually coming with me tonight?" Marinette asked, moving her hair from under her collar and grabbing Adrien's scarf. She still hadn't given it back, and with Adrien's personal smell still so embedded into the fabric, she wasn't too sure its rightful owner would be wearing it again anytime soon.

"I told you, I want to meet Frederick and you know I can't pass up a bit of Zumba."

"Adrien will be there tonight too," Marinette said nonchalantly, peering to the side and looking to see her friend's reaction.

Where usually Alya would have something to say about the fact Adrien Agreste would be in the same vicinity as Marinette, it seemed tonight there was nothing. Not a care in the world.

"It'll be good to see him again."

With that, Alya swung her bag over her shoulder and made her way out the door leaving Marinette silent and stunned in the hallway.

•••••

"Hey girls." Adrien waved and walked over to where Marinette was standing with Alya. She could feel her cheeks heat as he moved closer. Not only had he been extra attentive since the wedding but he'd also been in frequent communication with her and, if she wasn't mistaken, she believed he was beginning to see her in a different light.

He high fived Alya in their usual routine before moving to Marinette and placing one hand on her hip moving her closer into his body. Leaning down, he placed a delicate kiss on her cheek, one she was quite sure had lingered a little longer than necessary.

"How are you feeling?" His voice was soft and gentle, caressing her like honey trailing down her throat. It was soothing, warming and settling all at the same time. She wanted more.

"I'm a lot better, thank you. How are you?" she responded, smiling up at him.

"I'm great. Listen, Marinette, would I be able to –"

"Awww, Marinette, so good to see you. I've missed you the past couple of sessions. I didn't know what to do with myself without my star student around." Frederick entered the room in a fashion suitable for a Prince. His arms stretched out as though fanfares had sounded upon his arrival, all he needed was an elephant and a blue Genie and she would have believed she was in a remake of Aladdin.

Coming to stand beside him, Marinette couldn't help but notice the look he gave Adrien. A glare of challenge.

"Oh, Frederick, hello. How are you?" Marinette cringed as he moved forward and placed a kiss on each of her cheeks, a wet residue left in its wake and taking over the tingling left from Adrien.

"Great, now I get to see you again. And who is this foxy lady?"

Marinette heard her friend gasp and knew full well it was to do with his choice of words.

Foxy lady?

She internally mused that it was nothing more than a lucky guess... it couldn't be right? After all, nobody knew the identities of the other holders and there's no way he could have guessed it... if he was Chat Noir that is.

"Oh, hi! You must be Frederick. I've heard a lot about you." Alya stretched out to exchange a la Bise with the Swedish instructor as Marinette looked over at Adrien.

A defensive stance took over his body. Arms folded and eyes threatening. He suddenly turned to look at her, dropping the tough guy pose for one a lot more favourable. Was he jealous?

Not wanting Adrien to take Alya's words out of context, she quickly shook her head praying he understood the action meant 'no I haven't'.

"I hope it's all good things, I'd hate for her not to think I'm purrfect."

"Oh, please," Adrien groaned, rolling his eyes and moving around him to Marinette's side. "If he's going to pun," Adrien said through the side of his mouth, aiming for Marinette's ears only. "He could at least be a little more original."

Marinette snickered alongside him, both acting like naughty school kids as Alya quizzed and probed Frederick; the two moving slightly to one side.

"So, what did you want to ask me?" Marinette looked at Adrien, finally taking in what he was wearing and almost spontaneously combusting on the spot. He was decked out in her colours, and when she said her colours she didn't mean pink and white; oh no, Adrien Agreste was fully coated in red and black — her Ladybug colours.

"I was wondering if maybe you were –"

"Marinette!" He was interrupted again and Marinette was ready to strangle Alya, who had now grabbed her arm and was leading her in a different direction. "Sorry, Adrien, I just need a moment with this lovely lady."

'I'm sorry,' Marinette mouthed, looking over her shoulder at the handsome blond as Alya dragged her away. Adrien's lips lifted at one side as he shrugged in understanding.

"What are you doing?" Marinette hissed once they were out of earshot of the guys. She took a quick look over her shoulder, noticing Frederick was talking to Adrien; the tension between the two of them was obvious as they stood arms crossed and chests puffed. What were they talking about?

"Listen Marinette, I am about 80 percent sure Frederick is Chat Noir." Alya's voice lowered to an almost whisper.

"And?" Marinette said back.

"And you said if we find someone who we think might be Chat Noir you'd date him."

"I did, but I don't think 80 percent is enough to say he might be Chat Noir. Plus, what about Adrien?" Marinette looked over her shoulder again, Adrien and Frederick now in an intense conversation; their heads lowered in the direction of the other.

"Don't deny it now, Marinette, you promised. You can't just take it back, you're not that type of person."

Tensing her jaw, Marinette stopped herself from saying anything. She couldn't believe Alya was holding that over her.

"I don't –"

Alya huffed, crossing her arms and looking away. "Whatever," she said. "Do whatever you think is best." Without saying another word Alya walked away from her and towards the guys; leaving a stunned and bewildered Marinette.

She couldn't believe her friend would act that way. Wasn't she doing enough just by posting the blog in the first place? Also, Alya knew exactly what was happening with Adrien shouldn't she be supporting that relationship instead of pushing her towards another?

Closing her eyes, Marinette took a deep breath and counted backwards from 10.

Dating Frederick was not an option even if he did have the exact height and colourings of Chat Noir — and made horrific puns. If she was going off that as a specification wouldn't Adrien be a possible 'Chat Noir' as well? He was tall and fair, complete with a horrible taste in humour. Maybe she could hint that to Alya, that way she could just continue to date/not date Adrien.

"Okay," Frederick said, clapping his hands together and moving to the front of the studio. He grabbed the headset and placed it over his ears, the microphone positioned perfectly in front of his mouth.

"Are we all ready?" Boomed from the speakers, his shoulders in an easy warm up.

Marinette headed to stand in between Alya and Adrien. "Frederick's a Zumba instructor too?" she gasped, watching as he began the music and started moving from left to right.

"It looks like it," Adrien replied, following the movements seamlessly.

"Oh, look at you Buttercup, I didn't realise you had these kinds of moves in you, I thought you would be all prim and proper." Alya was squinting so hard Marinette thought a blood vessel was going to burst in her head. She looked between her feet and Frederick, and Marinette couldn't help as a small chuckle left her lips. Not that she was faring any better.

Marinette's tongue was poking through her lips as she recited the steps in her head – step, together, hip roll, step, together, hip roll.

"Need some help?" Adrien asked, moving behind her and placing his hands on her hips.

'Yes please.'

He laughed in her ear and she realised she'd spoken out loud, which was the extent of her mortification... until she stamped on Adrien's foot.

"I'm so sorry," she said, looking at him over her shoulder.

"It's fine," he laughed, "you weigh nothing."

They continued to move as one. Adrien's warm hands held her firmly as he counted and laughed in her ear. It was like a Zumba dream come true, until they were interrupted by a shadow looming over them.

"Ladies and gentleman, we seem to have a professional with us tonight."

Marinette looked up from where her head was studying her feet. Frederick was staring straight at Adrien, the look not something she would have considered as friendly.

"Let's see what you've got, Agreste." The challenge in the phrase was unquestionable leaving no option for Adrien to back down.

Frederick began to clap his hands in time with the music, moving around the room and pushing everyone back.

"You don't have to do this," Marinette said, turning around to look up at her friend. Adrien smirked and moved his head close to her ear.

"Trust me," he replied with a wink. He centred himself in the dance floor, moving forwards to where Frederick was already performing a perfected routine before joining in effortlessly.

Marinette moved back to the sidelines and situated herself next to Alya; her eyes were trained on the two blonds wiggling and thrusting their hips in time to the music. Chewing down hard on her thumb nail for comfort, Marinette panicked that something was about to go horrendously wrong. Adrien didn't need to do this. He had nothing to prove.

The two continued dancing around, the crowd cheering them on and clapping along to the music as Frederick pushed Adrien on and on. It seemed this had changed from a taster Zumba class to the final of France's Got Talent. Frederick began to go out of routine, pulling out harder movements, as he twisted and turned like a breakdancer; Adrien, surprisingly, mirroring the actions perfectly beside him.

It grew more and more heated, Marinette's tension increasing with each movement before finally snapping as Frederick pulled out a back tuck on the spot.

Adrien needed to stop this now! There was no way he could match that. However, he moved backwards, determination in his eyes which sent fear down her spine. What the hell was he about to do? As he bounded forward and completed a double front flip, he landed perfectly with his arms out and the celebratory cheer.

Everyone screamed and clapped, chanting Adrien's names time and time again, yet Marinette couldn't take her eyes off Frederick, he looked angry... actually no, seething would sum it up better — teeth clenched and a hiss pushing through. People began to move from the studio, Adrien's final move the talk of the class. Frederick began to clear up his equipment, trailing after them with his tail between his legs — Adrien still standing in his spot.

"Geez, Adrien, where have you been hiding skills like that?" Alya moved first, heading to their blond gymnast and congratulating him, Marinette following behind.

"Oh, you know, just a party trick." His teeth were clenched together, his face slightly pale and tiny trails of sweat running down his face.

"Are you okay?" Marinette asked, walking in front of him. He nodded, stucking his lips in and closing his eyes. "Need me to help you home?" she continued.

Adrien nodded again, finally opening his eyes and allowing them both to see his pain.