Okay, before reading, just a reminder that this is LadyNoir and Adrien has figured out that his lady is Marinette. Go on, read my first, non-trash, Miraculous Ladybug fan fiction.

"Marinette wake up!" Tikki's small voice was the first thing she heard that morning

Marinette opened her eyes slowly and watched as the kwami zipped left and right.

"Morning, Tikki." She groggily said

"It's not morning yet, Marinette." Tikki grinned at her, "Alya's been calling you for the last five minutes."

Marinette reached her phone which was placed above her pillow. She scrunched up her face as a strong, bright light came from her screen with Alya's face on it.

"Alya, it's," she looked at her phone's screen again, seeing that it was 11:13, "it's way past your bedtime."

"I know but listen, you need to open your tv." Alya instructed

"My parents will hear the tv, Alya." Marinette responded

"Fine. But you need to live stream on Tonight with Paris. Right. Now." Alya continued

Alya's energy seemed a bit too much for Marinette. Especially since she just woke up in the middle of the night. Marinette stood up and went to her computer and turned it on.

"Why so excited? Ladybug and Cat Noir being interviewed?" She cannot help but laugh a bit

"No. Even better!"

Marinette shrugged it off. She went online and found a site offering a live stream of the show Alya wanted her to watch.

What could possibly be better than Ladybug and Cat No-.

Marinette's train of thought was cut short as the show loaded and showed who the guest was. Marinette dropped her phone as her eyes widened in shock.

"A-Adrien?" She gasped then dived for her phone, "You never told me that it's Adrien! I should've watched it from the start!"

"Relax, girl. It just started." Alya chuckled, "I'll leave you to your own stuff then. Enjoy."

Marinette found herself staring at the boy more than actually listening. She guessed that they have been talking about his modelling career.

"Marinette are you okay? You've been staring for more than five minutes." Tikki said to her, snapping her out of her stupor

"Oh, uh, fine, Tikki." She grinned at her kwami then actually paid attention to the show

"So, Adrien, rumor has it that you're going to school now." The interviewer, Marinette could care less who the guy was, told the boy

"Yes. It's actually really great there. There are people I hang out with and there is more than one teacher." The crowd collectively chuckled at Adrien's innocent answer

"People. Let's talk about people." The interviewer started

Adrien smiled all too knowingly. He knew where every interview headed. They would try to beat around the bush in the first fifteen minutes then go to their actual question.

"Does this 'lots of people'," he made air quotes with the phrase, "mean that there's a special girl in your life right now?"

There it was. Adrien gave a light chuckle. Normally he would shake his head and give a little no and the interviewers would stop and proceed to the next questions, hoping by the next time they would ask, they would get a solid yes. But this time, Adrien smiled warmly at his interviewer. Of course the world was waiting for another 'no'. Well they were about to get their minds blown.

"To be honest," he grinned, "the answer's yes."

The crowd gasped and cheered and Marinette was taken aback. There was a girl in his life now. Who was it? He never mentioned anything to Nino or to Alya or to her. And the worst part of it is that the girl belonged to the 'lots of people' group in Adrien's life. And that only meant his classroom. Their class.

"Well, finally." The interviewer grinned at him, "What's the name of the lucky girl?"

"There's no lucky girl. I'm the lucky one." He responded, hoping that his lady was watching and listening to him right now

"Cupid's got you in such a knot!" The interviewer exclaimed, "How did you tell her? And my my, I'm still hoping we'd get that name."

"Uh, I," Adrien smiled nervously, "I can't say a name just yet. I haven't exactly told her that I like her."

The crowd 'aw'ed in response to the boy.

"Let me tell you what, I'm not going to rush you or anything, but the moment you tell her and the moment you're ready, we're going to get you and the girl here, in Tonight with Paris for the whole world to meet her. How about that, folks?" The interviewer turned to his audience who cheered and clapped

Adrien shrugged, "I guess."

"Tell me now, what do you like about her?" The interviewer questioned

"Well I'm not much about appearances. I liked her because she's strong and courageous. She's smart, adorable, perfect, in a sense. I like her because she's her." Adrien answered

"So what caught your eye?"

Adrien smiled at the interviewer, "What caught my eye was something... different." He grinned at the thought of his favorite aspect of his lady's face, "Her freckles."

Marinette was five minutes early to class the next day. She was too bummed out with Adrien's revelation the night before. There was a girl he fancied. Just great. More competition. She slumped on her chair, not caring about anything. She did not even care that Adrien had just entered the room with the most puzzled look on his face. Nope. Not at all.

"Hey, what's up with you?" Alya asked her

"The interview last night, that's what." She muttered

Adrien, who had just stepped out of his car and walked up the stairs, looked confused. Something looked... off. Something was different, he could not just point it out. A couple of girls he did not know greeted him, cheerful smiles on their mouths and a pink tint on their cheeks. Then he figured something out. Something was different with the girls. He walked to his classroom and was taken aback and much more confused at Chloé. Something was definitely wrong.

"Adrihoney!" Chloé ran to him and hugged him

When she pulled him out of the hug, he figured it all out. He tried his best not to laugh at her face. The bell rang and the teacher walked in. Fortunately.

He laughed inwardly at the stupid and silly thought the girls had. Because of his little statement, most girls in the school put on fake freckles. Oh what an idea. But he could always, always, figure out his favorite, non-fake freckles. He cast a short look at the girl slumped in her chair. His favorite freckles.

Okay, now you're asking me where the LadyNoir is? SURPRISE! Happy April Fools! You thought that this was LadyNoir? HA! It's Adrienette! Again, happy April Fools. Don't get fooled by the screamers! And may the odds be ever in your favor.