Here is part two to the Miraculous Comicon story! If you haven't read that yet, I would suggest that you before you continue reading. All caught up? Good! Just a heads-up: this story arc will contain more than just their first date and since they will now be in a relationship it will have more mature content. I'm not planning on passing the T rating, but I figured you would want to know ahead of time before you got involved.

Alright, onward!

I own nothing from Miraculous Ladybug.

"Time won't move faster if you keep looking at the clock, but you might give yourself whiplash," a dry voice said.

Marinette turned back from the clock she'd been glancing at to scowl at her best friend, Alya, who was currently sprawled out on Marinette's bed in her apartment while Marinette sat at her vanity touching up her make-up with an obsessive nervousness. "Do you have any other suggestions?"

"Yeah, chill dude."

"You sound just like Nino," Marinette said, turning back to examine herself in the mirror once more, convinced she could do just one more touch up to make herself look perfect. She knew she looked good. As a fashion designer, she knew what fit her body type best and was rocking her off the shoulder, navy and pink dress and a simple necklace with a flower made of pearls. Adrien hadn't told her what they were doing tonight, just that it was formal wear.

Alya stuck her tongue out at her best friend. "Still good advice."

Marinette waved her arms about in a flustered panic and turned back to her vanity, picking up a thing of body glitter and contemplating putting some around her eyes. Alya saw what she was about to do and got up off the bed, gently grabbing her friend's hand. "Trust me, you don't want to do that. Walk away from the make-up. You're perfect, don't ruin it by overdoing it."

With a sigh, she let Alya drag her to the front room. She plopped her in front of the coffee table and shoved a puzzle box in her hands. Marinette blinked at it. "What's this for?"

"You need to do something with your hands, but no needles or pens because with your nerves you would stab yourself or get covered in ink."

"That was one time!" Marinette complained, though she did open the puzzle box and dump its contents onto the table.

Alya snickered as she helped her sort out the edge pieces. "Yeah, but he brought you back early because you touched your face and looked like someone gave you a black eye and people kept shooting him dirty looks at the restaurant."

Marinette groaned and let her forehead hit the table. "I'm a walking disaster. I'm totally going to screw up this date and then Adrien will never talk to me again."

Alya laughed, but also reached out to put a comforting hand on her best friend's shoulder. "Okay, first- Adrien is totally in love with you. If you don't believe me I can show you those pics from the Superhero Ball. Those prove that at the very least, he lusts you."

"ALYA!" Marinette shrieked, her face turning red.

"Second," Alya said, ignoring her friend's outburst, "You are amazing and any guy would be lucky to have you. Just breath and calm down. Channel your inner Ladybug."

"Ladybug isn't real," Marinette said.

"Ladybug is you. I'm the writer, so if I say she's you then it's doctrine because as writer I am the god of my story."

"What does that make the illustrator then?" Marinette asked, letting herself be distracted.

"Ummm, my prophet?" Alya suggested.

"Aw come on, I don't even get to be a co-god?"

Before Alya could counter offer the doorbell rang. Marinette let her head fall to the table with a groan of "I can't do this. I can't do this. I can't do this."

Alya got up and opened the door. "Adrien! Come on in." Marinette heard her say from the hallway. "Marinette, you better get out here, because if you leave me alone with this boy I will start telling him all of your embarrassing stories. Starting with that one time in high school when-"

"COMING!" Marinette shot up from the table and came barreling down the tiny hall of an entryway. When she came into view both Alya and Adrien (who she registered as ridiculously gorgeous in grey button up shirt and black slacks) burst into laughter. "What?"

"You- you-" Alya tried to say, but couldn't get past her giggles.

"Here let me," Adrien said, at least he was trying to contain his laughter. He reached out and gently touched her forehead before pulling away and holding something out to her. A puzzle piece.

"Thank you," Marinette said quietly, her face burning with embarrassment as she took back the puzzle piece.

"Is this where I make a joke about how you complete me?" He asked with a smirk.

"No!" Marinette said firmly, while at the same time Alya gave an adamant "Yes!"

Marinette turned to glare at her best friend who started laughing again. "You know what, we're leaving," Marinette said, taking his hand in hers and pulling him back out of the entryway and into the apartment hallway trying to keep together what little dignity she had left.

"Yes, Ma'am," he said happily, giving her hand a little squeeze.

"Don't stay out to late you crazy kids," Alya called from the doorway, still snickering.

Marinette paused just long enough to stick her tongue out at her then hurried off before she could say anything else to embarrass her. Well, Marinette thought to herself, at least things can't get worse from here on out.

Okay, so it wasn't that long, but I thought it was a cute little into/ foreshadowing for their date. Thank you all so much for reading. Comments are always appreciated and I try to always reply.

Until next week!