The Spring Ball

Ch. 12: Adrien

Marinette and I stand in the park the moon shining above us. It was 10 minutes after the dance and the photographer was setting up the camera in front of us. Of course Natalie had told me this photoshoot was obligatory so, after convincing Marinette who despite her shyness had agreed, we were here looking around as we waited for the pictures to start.

Marinette still looked gorgeous. Even though she had jumped around like crazy with Jagged Stone she didn't seem like it, no strays hairs on her bun nor wrinkles on her dress. My eyes subconsciously trail to the brooch trying hard not to think about ladybug. I had wanted to ask Marinette where she got it, but it was probably a gift from Nathanael, Alya, or... her boyfriend, so I didn't want to push the subject.

"Hey Adrien and you girl come here we are about to start and I have an idea." The photographer says and I set my jaw so I don't snap at him that it isn't just any girl. She's my best friend. However, Marinette notices this and puts a hand on my shoulder looking at me as if to say she doesn't want any trouble, so i keep my mouth shut as we approach the photographer. In his hands he has two elaborate mascaraed mask: one black and one red.

"So I know you guys come from a high school dance, but I thought that, considering what your father said, maybe we could make it seem as if you came from an old fashion ball. You know like the cinderella style ones." He suggest and Marinette grabs the red mask trailing her fingers through the intricate design. She was probably thinking of how to make one of her own considering she was a designer. I grab my own after seeing the black material with interest, this was going to be fun. Me and Marinette go stand next to each other. I slowly tie the mask behind my head and look at her through the holes, winking at her with a smirk. To this she laughs and I can see her blush as she sticks out her tongue, rolling her eyes. There was something oddly familiar about this situation, but I couldn't quite place it. So of course I continue, stretching my smile into a goofy grin, as if to challenge her to do better. Marinette laughs once more and then does a duck face holding up a peace sign, while I centre my eyes raising my eyebrows. It quickly becomes a competition her pouting and I frowning exaggeratedly trying to see who could do the funniest face. I could distantly hear the camera clicking, but I do not care, an idea popping to my head. My first reaction is to push it away, but my 6th sense asks...what would Chat do?
I already knew.

After a moment of thinking and more funny-facing I go behind her and pick her up, not caring if she had a boyfriend or not, and spin her around. Well not at all spinning because man she was heavy, instead we both fall, laughing loudly. She then, blushing furiously, slaps my arm the photographer snapping away pictures and I smile at her. There was grass stuck to her hair and dress, mud smeared on her cheek which made her seem like she was a toddler. I guess I must've looked the same because she tussles my hair and i see that it is brown from the mud. At that moment I didn't care what Natalie or my father would say about the ruined designer suit because this...

This was perfect.

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Meanwhile, both teenagers didn't know that Hawkmoth was laughing finally having found his secret weapon.

And he too smiled thinking to himself that...

this was perfect.

(ok so here is the alternate ending. i added it because it ties in the next story to this one so yep weeeeee enjoy and vote for this story if you like it)