Miraculous Ladybug: After a year

Modelling career

Adrien's PoV
Walking into school, I see the others.
"Hey gu-" I start to call out before being interrupted.
"Adrien," Nathalie says, "you have a modelling session at 2pm, you will be picked up by your bodyguard. Also, your father wanted to invite your aspiring designer friend, Marinette Dupain-Cheng."
I look at Marinette and smile, nodding, "she'll be honoured!"
"Ok," Nathalie says, before walking back to the car. Just then, she falls weakly to the floor.
"NATHALIE!" I run to catch her, "are you ok? Let me call father-"
"No! No, don't worry him, I'm fine," she gets up again and walks away. Marinette comes over and asks, "what was that about?"
"I don't know..."
She smiles, "I'm sure Nathalie will be fine, she's a strong woman!"
"Yeah...also, we leave school at 2."
"We? Why we? I mean, why us?"
"Father has invited you to join me at my modelling session."
"Really? That's awesome! Ah...thank you!"
"No problem, I don't know why he wants to but we'll see."
We head over to the others, where Luka and Chloe were excitedly talking about the song they were given for stage 2.
"I got October by Alessia Cara!" Chloe squeals, "it is perfect! La musique qui je préfére!"
"Oui! That's great! Luka what did you get?"
"I got High Hopes by Panic at the Disco."
"That's awesome! Good luck guys!"
"Thanks! The school is letting me and Luka off lessons for the week because of the show so we are gonna head to the music room and practice."
"Have fun you two, but not too much," Marinette teases.
"Haha," Chloe sarcastically says, "you too."
Luka smiles as they walk off and Chloe talks excitedly.
"They're cute," Marinette says.
I blush as she says that, "yeah...but you're cuter..."
"D-dude! Y-you dont j-just say that!" She exclaims.
"What? What did he say?" Alya badgers us.
"N-no, you don't want to know."
"I do I do I doooo!" She whines.
"Figure out yourself Alya!" I say embarrassedly.
"Ughhh, fine!"

At 2pm, Marinette and I leave, meeting my bodyguard outside the school.
"After you Madame Dupain-Cheng," I say.
"Why thank you Monsieur Agreste!" She giggles.
"Adrien, Marinette, this journey will be out to Versailles, so a 40 minute journey. Marinette, do your parents know you're with us?"
"Oh no! I didn't tell them! Let me just text them now!"
"Very well."
I watch Marinette text her parents, receiving an immediate response, "yeah it's ok!"
Nathalie nods.
On the way to Versailles, Nathalie rests and Marinette and I whisper to eachother.
"So, why does your dad want me to come?"
"He hasn't said."
"Oh. That's alright..."
I feel Plagg poking my side and I sigh.
I place my bag at my side as Plagg slides into my bag.
"Umm...Adrien, c-can we talk...there's actually something that's been bugging me."
"What is it?"
"Well...Chat, did he, give you a note..."
Oh god. I forgot about that.
"Umm...he...did..."
WHY DID YOU SAY THAT?! SHE'S GONNA KILL YOU.
She sighs, "I'm sorry...it was, it's just, I never wanted to give you that. Or at least, not now..."
I blush as she looks down embarrassedly.
"It's...ok..." I smile, "I...don't think anyone close to me has ever said that to me before..."
"Kagami?"
"She...um...well, it's different because she only likes me because we were similar...but I don't want to be with someone similar...I want to be with someone that I can talk to in a way that I can have fun. I don't want to be restricted at all. She was all talk and no fun, and although we are still friends, I can't call our relationship a true one. I mean, sometimes she was sweet but..."
Marinette smiles, "well, I guess the same was for me and Luka. The thing is, he's so sweet but too different for me. We can have fun, but rarely talked..."
There is a silence.
"Well...umm...let's just forget about it, let's be friends Mari!" I smile. She nods.

Arriving at the shooting site, we see father.
"Father!"
"Hello Adrien, Miss Dupain-Cheng."
"Please sir, call me Marinette."
...
"Very well Miss Marinette."
Marinette looks at me with an 'really?' look.
I shrug.
"Now, Evangeline! Take Miss Marinette and my son to the dressing rooms.
"Yes sir!" A brunette girl with a short bob motions to us to follow her.
"W-wait, why am I here sir?"
Father looks at her, "you are here to model."
"Me?" She asks confused.
"Yes, in order to be a fashion designer, you must understand how a model feels. So you will model."