A/N: Quick reminder that, as with the majority of my stories, this is a stand-alone one-shot and is therefore complete.

Also: Based on the Ladybug charm on the phone Marinette used to call Adrien, I have assumed that she used Alya's phone to call Adrien the first time and then her own phone when she was trying to find his locker using his ringing phone.

Marinette watched as Adrien scrolled through his newly-returned phone as they waited for their second class of the day to start. He answered a few missed texts and poked through his email while Nino peered over his shoulder.

"Seriously, you only missed five texts? That's weird, dude."

Adrien shrugged. "I'm not that surprised. You and Chloe are the only people that text me on a regular basis other than the household staff, and all of them had knew my phone was missing almost as soon as I mentioned it to the Gorilla."

"Bro, you need to text more people," Nino informed Adrien. Alya made a noise of agreement.

Adrien snorted. "Oh I know." He poked at another button, and Marinette watched in sudden horror as the call log came up on the screen, with her number at the top. Adrien suddenly frowned, his finger pausing above the screen as he looked at the log. Marinette froze.

The phone log, Marinette mouthed at Alya, poking her friend in the shin to get her attention. We forgot about the phone log.

Alya's eyes got huge.

"That's weird," Adrien commented, scrolling up and down through his log before pausing at the top again. "Someone called me yesterday."

Nino snorted. "You lead a boring life if someone calling you is weird."

"Yeah, but any missed calls should have shown up on my notifications bar and they didn't."

"Technology glitch," Nino suggested. "It happens, dude. Not that weird."

Adrien shrugged. Marinette winced, mentally begging for Adrien to drop the subject. She couldn't believe that after all that trouble of deleting the message and trying to cover her steps, they had forgotten something as obvious as the call log.

Never mind checking his phone for fingerprints. Adrien would figure out that it was her just because her stupid phone number was on his phone.

"Yeah, but they called seven times but didn't leave any messages. Do you recognize the number, Nino?" Adrien asked, holding his phone out. "I don't recognize that number or the one before it."

Alya froze as well. My phone, she mouthed at Marinette. Marinette winced. She had forgotten that they had used Alya's phone to call the first time.

Nino leaned over, frowning. "Not a clue, dude. Why would someone call you that many times? Why didn't you pick up?"

"I was at fencing practice. I didn't hear it, or the one before it. I wonder who was calling?"

Alya and Marinette exchanged another panicked look. Why was this boy so damn inquisitive?

"You could just call them back," Nino suggested, turning back to his reading. "It's probably just a prank call, though."

Both Alya and Marinette froze as Adrien tapped on his phone, bringing Marinette's number up on his screen. His thumb hovered over the call button.

"Silence your phone, girl!" Alya hissed, sliding across the bench and slamming into Marinette's side to talk right in her ear. "Silence it, then turn it off! Now!"

Marinette startled, then dove for the phone in her bag. Tikki was already there, making sure the phone was on silent. Marinette reached in anyway, preparing to turn the phone off while Adrien was distracted.

"It was probably a telemarketer," Alya spoke up, leaning over the bench and right into Adrien and Nino's faces. It sounded like she might be talking through clenched teeth and the smile on her face looked a little strained around the edges as she talked. "It's not worth your time calling back. Just delete it off your log."

Nino gave Alya a doubtful look. "Girl, telemarketers only call once and give up. Besides, how would they get Adrien's number?"

Alya's smile was starting to look more than a little forced and slightly murderous. Nino scooted back ever-so-slightly. "I think telemarketers have ways of getting unlisted numbers- I mean, I doubt they use a phone book. And maybe they were being paid by the number of calls they made. Maybe it was their first day on the job. I don't know."

Adrien's thumb moved away from the call button. Marinette's eyes stayed fixed on him.

"It's weird that you got calls from two unknown numbers so close together, though," Nino spoke up, tugging Adrien's phone over to him. Marinette took the chance to turn off her phone. The faint buzzing as it turned off went unnoticed. She sat straight back up in her seat and tried to look innocent as the conversation continued. "Seriously, none of them left a message?"

"The first one did." Adrien thumbed back through the phone. Alya and Marinette choked in unison before spinning to face each other with alarmed expressions. He had seen that he had gotten a voicemail? How? He had been in the middle of fencing! "I can't find it anymore! That's really weird."

Nino frowned. "You didn't listen to it? Are you certain it was there? Dude, that's so weird. Your phone was really glitching."

"No, I didn't get a chance to listen to it. I noticed it during a water break in the middle of my fencing class. My instructor called me back from the break before I could listen. Maybe I should call them back, since they left a message."

Unnoticed by the boys, Alya jumped in her seat before hurriedly putting her phone on silent.

"Class is starting, everyone. Put your phones away and take out your textbooks, please." Miss Bustier walked into the classroom with her normal welcoming smile, though her eyes flashed to where Adrien and Nino were still hovering over Adrien's phone. Adrien flashed an award-winning smile at the teacher before putting his phone away. Both girls let out a sigh of relief.

Adrien didn't mention the calls at all for the rest of the day, and it almost seemed that the whole losing-the-phone incident and the corresponding numerous weird calls had been forgotten. Marinette had left her phone off all day, just in case. She didn't fully trust the mute setting on her phone, and it would be a disaster if Adrien called the "telemarketer" number and her phone went off instead. She'd have to move to the furthest reaches of Antarctica if he ever found out that she had called him, left the most embarrassing message ever, then called him a zillion times so that she could steal his phone during his fencing class before it ended... which she knew about because of his schedule hanging on her ceiling.

"I can't believe Adrien actually knew there was a message," Marinette groaned to Tikki as soon as she got home from school. "What a disaster that would have been if he had listened to it before I could get to it! What if his fencing instructor hadn't called him back? I wouldn't have been able to look him in the face ever again."

Tikki giggled. "Well, you are Lady Luck. Hopefully he'll have forgotten about the calls. I mean, he has a lot of stuff to worry about besides a couple unknown missed calls."

Marinette smiled. "You're right, Tikki. After all, he didn't say anything about it this afternoon. Hopefully he's already forgotten. I really dodged a bullet there." She reached for her phone, turning it back on before pulling out her homework. "Now I have to see if I can figure out what Madam Mendeleiev was talking about earlier during Physics! Do you know, Tikki?"

The little kwami giggled. "I wasn't listening, but I'm sure you'll be able to figure it out, Marinette!"

Adrien let out a sigh as he slumped into his computer chair. There was no new news on the Ladyblog; he'd already checked. He'd gotten most of his homework done over lunch, a habit he had picked up when it became clear that an ill-timed akuma attack could result in him having to stay up late to finish if he didn't take advantage of other opportunities. Now he only had one short reading left, and then nothing else to do. Already bored, Adrien pulled out his phone to play a game on it. He unlocked his lock screen, and the first thing he saw was his call log, with the unknown numbers right at the top.

Adrien tapped on the second number, the one that had called so many times. He stared at the number again, trying to wrack his mind for any conversations he may have had with anyone about them changing phones. Chloe would be the most likely culprit for calling so many times, but she also would have left a message each and every time and then she would have demanded why he didn't pick up as soon as she saw him at school.

Not Chloe, then. Another classmate, maybe? But then why didn't they leave a message?

"Stop stressing about it, kid," Plagg said, voice muffled as he dug through Adrien's bag in search of cheese. "Probably just a telemarketer, like that one girl said."

"Well, there's only one way to find out."

He hit call.

Marinette had just finished her Physics homework (with the help of a little web-surfing from Tikki to get a tutorial on the concept she was supposed to know) and was just reaching for her Literature homework when her phone rang. She reached out for it automatically until Tikki let out a shrill squeal.

"Don't touch it!"

Marinette froze and her eyes flashed to the caller ID. She let out a yelp and yanked back her hand as though it had been burned. "Adrien's calling? Oh no! What do I do? I can't answer that!"

"Uh..." Tikki stared at the phone, then shot up in the air. "I know! You can do regular calls, right? Without the video?"

"Of course, but how does that help me? Adrien will still recognize my voice, and even if he doesn't I'll probably say something stupid again and then he'll recognize it's me and he'll think I'm some sort of creepy stalker and-"

Tikki hit answer. Marinette stopped talking with a strangled squeak and scooted back as far as she could.

"Hello, this is Wayzz corporation!" Tikki chirped in an almost sickeningly upbeat voice. "How can I help you?"

Adrien blinked as someone finally answered on the other end of the line. He didn't recognize the voice at all. "Uh, hi? This number called me several times yesterday and I was wondering who it was."

"Oh, did we really?" The girl's tone didn't change at all. "I apologize so much for the inconvenience! We have some new interns here. It must have been one of them calling. I don't think they quite understand that they're supposed to wait in between calls to the same number. Thank you for letting us know about the problem!"

"R-right," Adrien stammered, caught a little off guard.

"Would you like me to put you on the do-not-call list, or would you like to hear about this fabulous opportunity that the Wayzz corporation is offering-"

"I- I'd rather be put on the do-not-call list, thanks," Adrien said, interrupting as politely as possible before she could gain too much momentum on her spiel. "I'm not interested in buying anything."

"Okay! I apologize again for the calls. Have a nice day, sir!"

The call ended, and Adrien stared at his phone in confusion. That was... weird. From what he had heard about telemarketers, he expected them to be a lot more pushy. Maybe he had just gotten lucky with a nice one that was actually sorry about the calls.

Or maybe they could tell that he was too young for there to be a point to contacting him and reading off their spiel and it would be a waste of time.

"Do you think I should block the number?" Adrien asked out loud, glancing over to where Plagg was hanging over the edge of his bag, mouth wide and cheese dangling from the tip of one arm. "I mean, they did say they would put me on the do-not-call list, but would they really follow through with that?"

Plagg didn't answer. His gaze was still locked on the phone and he looked oddly confused. Shrugging, Adrien deleted the number off his call log before heading for the bathroom to take a shower.

In his bedroom, Plagg continued staring blankly on the phone. That was Tikki's voice, he was sure of it, and had she really mentioned Wayzz? If it had been his partner hand other half, that raised the question of why on earth would Tikki answer a phone and pretend to be a telemarketer? It made no sense.

"I don't understand anything in life anymore," Plagg told his camembert. "Even cheese. I don't understand why it's so tasty. Everything is confusing." He flopped on his back on Adrien's desk, tossing the cheese up in the air and swallowing it in one giant bite before letting out a giant sigh.

"Everything."