𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰. | 𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧.

Chapter 8 | An Apparent Problem

Adrien's P.O.V

The thing about dates is, boy or girl, gay or straight, human or frog, you never know what to wear.

I know. This is my boyfriend we're talking about. Doesn't mean I don't want to impress him.

I want to woo him. This is a date that's saying sorry for everything I've done wrong. This date is supposed to be meaningful.

I can't be meaningful in jeans and a tee, can I? So should I go all out with the suit and rose?

But if I show up with a suit and he's in his normal hoodie... Maybe I should go for a jumper. And look like a 90-year-old? I think not.

But then... I flop onto my bed. I've got nothing to wear. Says the model with unlimited clothes at his disposal. I'm such a hipocryte.

I could risk everything and ask my father. But that's just not what you do, you know?

I check the time on my phone. I have 20 minutes before I have to pick up Luka. I've already showered and everything.

Damn. I need a brother's help. Who should I call... Who should I call... Who should I— Marinette! She won my father's fashion competition a while back. She should know exactly what I should wear.

I'm ringing her in seconds. It takes 12 rings for her to pick up. But it's not like I counted.

"Marinette?" I say.

"A-Adrien?" she says.

"Yes that's me. Now, no time to waste. I need to pick an outfit asap. I'm going on a casual outing and I have no idea what to wear, so tell me. Marinette. What should I wear?" I say hastily.

"I don't know what clothes you have," she protests.

"I'm fricking Adrien Agreste. I have all the clothes in Paris and more."

I know that sounded snobbish but like, ain't nobody got time for that! I mean, I have, what, 15 minutes before I need to pick up my boyfriend. Bitch needs to pick up the pace!

"Wear a black, oversized hoodie over any t-shirt of your choice," she says with a new-found determination, "and the tightest white jeans you can find. Like, suffocating tight."

I smile at the weirdly specific outfit choices as I put exactly what she said on.

"Thanks Marinette. I can always count on you."

I end the call and I'm driving to Luka's place before I realise that I didn't even say bye to Marinette. Oh well. When it comes to Luka, she's secondary, maybe even tertiary.

***

When I get to Luka's house/boat, he's already waiting outside. He's wearing a teal-blue hoodie and jet-black ripped jeans. He looks hot.

He gets into the car and we're off.

"Why are we at your house?" Luka says confusedly when I park.

"Oh, the date that I planned involves walking, but I couldn't walk all the way over to your house, hence the car," I explains.

He nods and we get out of the car.

We walk down the street for a bit before I grab his hand and hold it.

Luka makes a surprised sound but doesn't say anything as we continue down the street.

I feel like someone's watching us, and my hand itches to move out of Luka's as a reflex reaction.

But I promised Luka that there'd be no more hiding. I tighten my grip on his hand.

We finally reach the restaurant. There's other people here but because of our hoodies no one recognizes us.

I tell Luka to sit down at the table for two whilst I order everything for us and slip into the chair.

Luka looks around.

"Wow, this is... So you," he admits. He's right. It has that fancy sort of flair but it's not to expensive and it looks great.

As our food arrives, I get the burning feeling that someone is watching us again. But I'm not going to let this ruin my time with Luka.

"I know. Only the best for my boo," I tease. And Luka actually reddens. Score!

We continue to talk as we eat, and I manage to get Luka to laugh, blush and giggle all in one night. I feel super proud.

We leave the restaurant again and I get a sensation of awareness because it really feels like someone is watching.

I take his hand and lead him to André's ice cream cart where André serves us vanilla and bubblegum mixed with blackberry and mint again. I pay for the ice cream and tell Luka we can have it all.

He finishes it in seconds and I giggle at how eager he was to finish the ice cream.

I then take him to the river seine, where we stand on the bridge and breathe in the fresh air. Everything is perfect for a moment. Of course, that's when Nadia Chamack and her filming crew decide to ruin everything.

Before I know it, we're surrounded by reporters and a camera crew, drowing in questions.

"Don't be bemused, it's just the news," Nadia says, "I'm Nadia Chamack and I'm covering the hottest news on the block. Adrien Agreste might be on a date!"

I groan internally. I knew someone was watching. I knew we couldn't just have a quiet nice evening without my model status ruining everything. I just knew.

"We've been filming this whole outing that you two have been on live, wondering what was going on," Nadia explains.

What? Live? She has no right.

I look at Luka and he's paler than a sheet.

"It seems the Adrien Agreste is on a date. With a boy," she says to the cameras. And before I know it, Luka's running.

I chase after him, trying to get away from Nadia and her toxic crew.

I face-palm. I've messed everything up.

I see him in an alleyway.

"Luka?" I call softly. "I'm sorry. This is all my fault."

"It's not, Adrien, I... I just wish they hadn't crashed our date. And they were recording it. Live," he says.

"I know I'm fine with being on TV," I say, "But I never considered you or the fact they might be watching us. I'm so sorry."

"I don't mind being in the TV, but... What about your coming out? Are you still going to—"

"Yes," I say. "We can either march back out there and tell all of Paris that you're mine, or we can do it small-scale at school," I tell him descively.

"Tell all of Paris," he says with determination, "I love you."

I take a deep breath before replying.

"I love you too, Luka," and I kiss him.

The news cameras catch all of this. I take his hand in mine as he tugs me into his chest and we turn around to face the cameras and smile.

They take about a million different photos and all I can think is how happy I am that I have Luka all to myself.

A/N: This chapter is really sweet and it makes me smile everytime I read it.

I hope it makes you do the same.