The Spring Ball

Ch. 7: Adrien

I look at Nino, fidgeting with my suits sleeve. It was cold outside and we waited patiently for the girls, my limousine looking omniscient in the distance. After the dance I had promised my agent a photoshoot with the suit and would probably have to drag Marinette into it, which makes my smile waver. However, I don't have time to dwell one that because the door opens revealing Alya and Marinette waving. To be honest Marinette looked beautiful! The dress was a bright red color that went with her ribbons and her big blue eyes where shining more than ever.

DINGGGG

My minds "just friends" alarm went off and I hold back a sigh.

Marinette and you are just friends! My mind continued to chirp, the same way it did when ladybug was around. Immediately, when my mind goes to ladybug I push her face away snapping out of my thoughts. In front of me both girls look uncomfortable and I remember we didn't even say hi. Crap!

"Oh hey!" I say cooly kicking Nino, who looked as lost in thought as I was. "I'm sorry we are so off its that we stayed up yesterday running some errands for my dad and we barely slept." I add lying swiftly and Nino nods along finally snapping out go his trance

"Oh that's no problem!" Alya says waving a hand dismissively as Marinette blushes squeaking, "Would you like to come inside? I forgot I needed to get my purse." Alya and her then exchange looks as I nod slightly confused, Nino walking in after me. Inside I feel the familiar heat of the bakery and grin, sitting down on a chair next to Nino as both girls disappear upstairs to get Marinette's purse.

"Damn Alya looks hot..." Nino murmurs fixing his cap, which he had decides on wearing even after I told him not to. My eyes wander to the stairs and I nod.

"Marinette does too." I whisper back, but then I remember their weird faces "They seemed a bit odd though." I add quietly, it was probably because of our zombie like behaviour, but I wasn't sure.

"They're probably pmsing or something." He whispers and I chuckle rolling my eyes as the girls finally return Marinette holding her usual pink purse. Nino stands up and I follow suit offering my hand to Marinette,

"Are we ready to go?" I ask kindly and she nods smiling back at me. Suddenly though, we are interrupted by Marinette's and Alya's moms coming out from the kitchen with a camera.

"Mom..." both girls groan in unison, but the moms' shake their head Marinette's mom fixing the camera to snap a picture.

"Marinette its your first dance and all of you look gorgeous! Its just one picture for us please." Mrs. Dupain-Cheng pleads and Marinette sighs going to my side as Nino flanks with Alya on the other side. Alya's mom murmurs something that sound like they grow up so fast and Alya snorts, already smiling at the camera, but I get a pang of sadness. My father would never care about this type of thing. He barely showed up to my photo sessions anymore.

"Say bread!" Mrs. Dupain-Cheng says and I grin hearing the familiar click of the camera.

"Now can we go mom?" Marinette retorts impatiently and both moms nod ushering us to the doorway, Alya's mom saying she will email us the picture.

"Are ready to go now or is there any other thing we need to attend to?" Nino says, laughing in the doorway and we all join in, shaking our heads as we walk into the limo.

Let the night begin.