Andre's ice-cream (Miraculous Ladybug)

Part 13

"M-me?!" I squeaked, pointing to myself.

"Yes, mon cher! Come pose with the handsome Adrien!" the photographer beckoned me over.

I glanced back at Nathaneal apologetically, but he just waved me on with a smile, knowing that I would love the chance to get my design out there and known.

A makeup artist quickly touched me up and added a little red lipstick and mascara, which I wasn't used to. It only took a few moments, and she showed me her handiwork. It looked amazing! I gave her a quick, appreciative smile before she combed my hair quickly and gave me a gentle shove into the designated area for the photo shoot.

And I was shoved right into Adrien in the most awkward position! I collapsed on top of him, our faces were right on top of each other! I seriously think that our lips touched at some point.

"I-I'm so sorry, Adrien! I didn't- I didn't mean for that to happen! I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed, attempting to get up, but for some reason I couldn't. We landed like I do with Chat Noir as Ladybug, embarrassingly enough. Why was that running through my head right now?

"It's-it's alright Marinette! No harm done!" Adrien smiled at me sweetly, trying to get us both up out of the position. Thankfully, whatever he did worked, and our limbs went in the right direction, getting us free of the other.

We were about to stand up when the photographer shouted, "No no no! That was beautiful! Exactly what I wanted! Innocent young people caught! Adrien, take over, you know what I want!"

We blushed together, realizing what he meant.

Adrien looked at me apologetically, "I'm sorry you got dragged into this, Marinette," he gently pulled me over to the bench and sat me down, positioning himself behind me.

"It's alright," I whisper breathlessly, turning my head towards his, "I get to experience what the fashion world looks like from the model's point of view now."

He chuckled at that, his warm breath tickling my ear, "That's true," the photographer clicked away, finding different angles to work from. 

Then, Adrien pulled me into each pose gently after that, never breaking eye contact. It was so magical, staring into his green eyes and having him look back into mine, searching for something that I couldn't really understand.

After an hour of two of the magical dance, the photographer called for one last shot; Adrien kissing my cheek. I blushed as he moved in close, until he met with my cheek. 

To my complete surprise, he leaned in closer to my ear instead of pulling away and whispered, "That dress looks great on you, by the way. Thank you for the best time at a photo shoot I've ever had."

I felt the heat rush to my cheeks as Adrien walked away with a smile, leaving me standing there like a statue. 

Did he. . . Did he just say that? Fur real!?

I wanted to burst into a grand smile and scream with joy, but I heard a voice cough from behind me. Quickly, I turned around to see who it was. 

It was Nathalie, Gabriel Agreste's assistant. "Yes?" I questioned her nervously.

"Did you make that dress yourself or did you buy it from somewhere?" she asked, sounding rather bored if I was honest.

"I made it myself, my own original design too," I told her, feeling a little defensive.

She looked my dress over once again, taking it in with the new information. "Mr. Agreste will be impressed when he sees the photos, I believe. I'll be sure to tell him who made the dress. Thank you, Marinette. That will be all."

With that, she turned around crisply and walked off to Adrien's limo, catching a ride. She's a little cold, but comes through when it counts.

With them gone, I started to wander back to my house by myself, no Nathaneal or Adrien in sight. And really, I was thankful. I could fangirl in peace.

The only thoughts that ran through my head was Adrien, how he held me and guided me sweetly underneath the hot lighting. Although, that heated part might have just been me. 

It was a dream come true. And the Gabriel Agreste was going to see one of my designs! I wonder if anything was going to come from it. . .

Before I knew it, I was in my room and squealing into a pillow. I decided to text Alya of my adventure while I was changing into my pajamas for the night, to excited to eat.

My phone was exploding, and we were fangirling together until I heard a tap tap on my roof about an hour later. 

Chat Noir. 

I quickly signed off with Alya and waved for Tikki to hide as I let Chat into my room.

"Hey Purrincess" he greets me, slithering through the hatch and onto my bed, sitting beside me. Our legs dangled off the side, hitting each other as we swung our legs happily.

"Hey there, tomcat," I reply back, bumping his shoulder with mine, happy that he was here. "So why the surprise visit?"

"I just couldn't bear to be away from my pawsome purrincess any longer!" Chat declares boldly, wrapping an arm behind me, supporting him as he leaned back.

I smirked and rolled my eyes, leaning into him, "Sure you couldn't."

We sat there together in silence, enjoying each other's company. His fingers messed with my hair as I hugged his middle.

At some point, Chat said softly, "Would you like me to brush your hair and tell you a story?"

I found it odd, since it was such a specific request. But it sounded nice. My cheeks heated a little as I said, "Yes, sounds amazing."

Chat dashed to the bathroom to grab my brush as quickly as the cat he is, and was back in an instant. I only felt a breeze of cold air, there and gone, before his warmth was back.

"Quick kitty," I complimented as he started brushing my hair. He sat behind me, crossed legged and up straight as he began his tale.

It was of me. Well, of Ladybug me, that is. He captured every moment of our adventure yesterday, telling every bit of it. It was neat to see it from his point of view, the details that he saw that I didn't. And how he viewed me as Ladybug.

According to him, I was perfect. The Ladybug side of me. Sure, I had my faults there too, but he didn't see them. He only saw the perfections. 

I guess that's how people see others. While we only see our faults, others see our perfections and the better part of us. If only life wasn't like that. If only we could see the whole part of each other.

I suddenly realized what I was thinking about. The reveal between me and Chat Noir. Meaning we'd see our whole personality at once. 

We wouldn't be hiding anymore, it'd be seeing our whole selves. I couldn't get closer to Chat Noir, even Adrien if I didn't show someone my whole self. I just hoped that he would accept me for who I am, a complete person instead of two personalities. 

(A/N Okie dokie peeps! I had an idea for an ending, so I think it's going to come in a few parts! I know, so sad, I've loved writing this and want to continue forever, but I can't. I did have a new idea thanks to my friend who doesn't watch the show, but she drew me fanart! So excited to share it with all y'all. *questions self* why all these accents and things? Seriously, why? Okay bye!)