sorry this chapter is short guys. writing on my phone is a pain in the butt... I got my computer back. the motherboard is dying. anyway, i'll try to update when I can, but I don't know how often that will be.

I forgot exactly what inspired this... but my mind just rolled with the idea and I had to get it down. anyway, tell me what ya'll think.

this chapter is kinda like the last couple, the beginning of an arch. Because writing an entire episode in one chapter is way too time consuming and annoying. I think I'll be doing this from now on, cuz reasons.

~inudigifan201

Ch, 8. Don't be a copy cat

Adrien turned on his phone and gazed longingly at his lock screen. It was a picture of him, as Cat Noir, and Marinette. She was kissing him on the cheek.

He sighed dreamily as he noticed the time. He then put his phone in his pocket and quickly transformed. He'd have to see her after the ceremony and fencing practice.

He leapt over buildings and made his way to the park. He wondered if he should stop and get her some flowers. He smiled. She'd love that!

He landed on a picnic table behind the crowd that gathered for the unveiling. He didn't understand why he was here. It wasn't like the statue was for him.

He shrugged and wondered what kind of bouquet he should get his princess. Roses? Yeah, roses! Pink ones! Her favorite color.

Ladybug landed next to the statue covered by a sheet. She waved as Mayor Bourgeois said his piece. The Mayor then pulled the sheet and reveled the bronze statue underneath.

It was Ladybug in the middle of taking off with her yo-yo. A nice action pose for sure. But, what caught Adrien's attention the most was the figure behind Ladybug. It was him! He was crouched down and looked ready to use cataclysm.

He walked over and examined the statue further. That's why he was invited!

"Ladybug!" A voice came to his ears. He looked over his shoulder and found the owner of the voice. An older gentleman, early-mid 20's, with dark skin and dark hair pulled into a man bun. He had a sucker in his mouth and fiddled with it like a cigarette.

Adrien pegged him as the artist. He examined the statue further as he eavesdropped.

"So Ladybug, can you sign this news paper clipping?" He handed her the clipping and a pen.

"Sure." She shrugged and signed.

"I was also wondering if you'd like to go to dinner with me?" The artist asked.

"Aren't you a little old for her?" Cat Noir stood next to her.

She smiled wide and batted her eyelashes at her masked companion.

The artist raised an eyebrow. "Oh are you two together?"

Cat Noir smiled and waved it off. "No I have a civilian girlfriend." He blushed and scratched the back of his head. "My Princess holds my heart." He then stood straight up and scowled at the artist. "And even though Ladybug and I are enemies, it doesn't mean I don't have her back."

She sighed dreamily.

The artist looked between them. "I see."

Cat Noir shrugged. "Now why don't you go meet someone nice that's closer to your age?"

"Humph." The artist stormed off.

"Thanks Kitty, I didn't know how to reject him." Ladybug blushed.

Cat Noir shrugged and gave her a small smile. "You know me." He chuckled. "I'm a wannabe hero. And heroes save damsels in distress." He sighed. "it would be nice if I didn't have to do my father's dirty work."

She gasped. "You could join me and help me defeat him. Then you can be a hero."

He chuckled. "You know I can't do that Buggy." He sighed. "I have my reasons." He gave her a salute. "Catch you later. I've got to get back before anyone notices I'm gone."

"Bye." She waved him off.

Mr. Agreste sat sipping his coffee and drawing a new design on a tablet at his desk as Nooroo stuffed his face with a bowl of mints.

Mr. Agreste looked up and sighed. "Nooroo! How many times do I have to tell you to stop eating all my mints?"

Nooroo gulped. "Sorry master, I was hungry and didn't want to bug you."

Mr. Agreste rubbed his eyes in exasperation.

Nooroo sat straight up.

"Hum?" Mr. Agreste noticed the change in the tiny creatures demeanor. "Do you sense a negative emotion?" He smiled. His smile soon faded. "It's not Adrien is it?"

Nooroo shook his head. "Adrien is quite happy today. It's an artist named Theo. He's jealous of Cat Noir."

"Hum. His target is my son?" Mr. Agreste stood up. "This could be interesting to say the least." He began walking to the painting of his wife. "Come Nooroo, we have an akuma to make."