Purple Primrose |Miraculous Ladybug|

Trust Fall: Gorizilla

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.

Radiant.

Carefree.

Dreamy.

"Adrien..." I whisper as the commercial ends, smiling at the sight of Adrien in the commercial. He launched a new fragrance plug recently and god, he was to die for.

"I can't believe I stayed up all night to watch that James Bond movie~" I mutter dreamily at my computer screen. It's just a casual Saturday morning and me in my natural habitat stretching my arms as I roll around in my seat.

Seven scoffs and sends me a judgy look. "You mean Adrien's perfume ad! I was getting worried about you for watching that thing a bazillion times!" She exclaims teasingly to which I didn't want to admit but she was right, I did watch it a little too many times.

My thoughts drift to the boy in question. This guy literally went from being the son of the famous fashion designer to the handsome model that everyone wants, not that he wasn't one before. He surely grew more famous overnight after the commercial and I'm glad he did.

"Do you think he gets tired of fame? Probably not. He must be having the time of his life with that handsome face of his." I sigh deeply as I drop down on my bed.

"He seems to be enjoying it. Look at the number of views this ad's getting!" Seven points out. It takes me a while to figure out how I feel over the fact. "There must be a lot of people out there who like him as much as I do..." I say dejectedly as I lay my head down on my arm. Seven slides on my hair and laughs sweetly.

"Nope." She pops and I look at her confused, "You think so?"

"There is no one in Paris who thinks about or protects Adrien as you do..." She says and pokes my forehead playfully as I flusteredly shake my head, trying to check my phone for any recent texts.

"The girls are planning to go swimming today...think I should join them?" I ask.

"Yeah! You're probably sick of staying home all day!" The Kwami says and I chuckle, "Sure thing."

I walk over to my closet and scan through my clothes. I already have a swimsuit but still, I hum dissatisfied.

"Maybe I should change it up a bit?" I ask as I pull out a summer dress I've been wanting to wear for a while--a floral pattern with its length reaching just below my knees. With enough deliberation, I decided to wear it and then look in front of the mirror. I grab my bag, wearing plain palm shoes comfortable and matching with my dress.

After taking my sweet time figuring out whether I should wear this or not, I decide to go with it.

It wouldn't hurt for a day...

"Let's go~!" I cheer, slipping a jacket on and then skipping out of my room towards the front door. I hop on my trusty bike and ride out towards the place. There were lots of billboards of Adrien's perfume around the city, reminding people constantly that he is Paris' most beloved model and I didn't know how to feel about that.

As I'm riding out in the streets, I notice a commotion in the distance. "What is going on?" I squint my eyes and notice the crowds running around as they hold up Adrien posters and cutouts.

"Sheesh...I didn't think he would be this popular..." I mutter, turning around the corner. There's an unfamiliar feeling on my thigh like my pockets are empty.

Oh, crud.

My phone. That's when I remember I left my phone at home--on the stand where it's charging. I hit the brakes of the bicycle, groaning as I check the time on the nearby street clock.