Author's Note: Send some help. Apparently I'm out of my mind to write a connected story for Adrinette April. Prepare for a rollecoaster just like in that proverb - "April weather - rain and sunshine both together". This is how this fic is going to roll.

I am taking you on a trip with the help from the prompts from AdrinetteApril . tumblr . com

This is the first time I'm going to be writing from day to day without any big plans or outlines, just vague idea where I want to go. So this is going to be an adventure for me too.

Feel free to suggest events, send prompts (like sentences to use or begin with) and requests to my tumblr ask box on perditaalottachocolate-blog . tumblr . com. I will try to incorporate them as I find them fit and dedicate them to you. Anon asks are opened so you can do this even if you don't have a tumblr account.

Here we go! I hope it's going to be fun.

Day 1. Hide

As soon as Adrien put one foot on the pavement in front of the school he knew this was going to be a bad day. Gorilla, who apparently knew it too, was urging him to get out of the car with short grunts, while shielding him from the mob of teenagers and reporters. Wherever Adrien looked he saw a sea of phones, microphones and cameras flashing in his eyes. His bodyguard patiently made a way for him through this crowd.

But if Adrien thought this was over when he was safely deposited behind the school doorstep, he was wrong. Another set of phones was immediately directed at him, this time from the student body of Collège Françoise Dupont. The boy sighed deeply. This was going to be a looooooong day.

He braced himself and started wading through the crowds, ignoring the mantra "radiant, carefree, dreamy" and the accompanying chuckles. What he couldn't ignore however where the whispers.

'So he has a girlfriend now?'

'Marinette Washername from Bustier class.'

'Too bad. I'd love to have me some dreamy pie and his fragrance.'

'Apparently they've been secretly dating for months now!'

'Oh, that sneaky baker girl! She's smarter than she looks!'

'That pathetic goat with the grace of a hatstand?'

He felt bad. Really, really bad. This wasn't what he wanted to happen, yet it would never cross his mind how awful things would turn overnight. There was one thought that bounced in his mind, resurfacing with each mean whisper or a flash of a camera.

Poor Marinette.

How would he look her in the eyes after this? How was she coping with the amount of curiosity, jealousy and hate, that seemed to seep even from the walls. He reached to the pocket where he kept the lucky bracelet she'd given him. He needed all the luck right now, and maybe even more - to share it with his friend. And then he remembered - he lost it in the subway yesterday, when they were running away from another crowd.

Oh, now he understood the fallout. He had lost his lucky charm and bad things must have already caught wind of that. Before this realisation he was just saddened, but now he actually started to panic. Something big was coming, and without the bracelet he wasn't sure he would be able to deal with it. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck rising and his ears tweaked.

He was right. Something big and bad hit sooner, than he expected.

'ADRIIIIIIKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINSSSSSSSSSSSS! WAAAAAAIIIIIT FOR MEEEEEEEEEEE!'

The shrill of Chloe's voice was one tone short of breaking glass.

'MARINETTE IS NOT HIS GIRLFRIEND, YOU STUPID BRAT! AND I WILL PROVE IT TO YOU!' She hollered making her way through the hall with some hapless fangirl in tow. Sabrina was trying to keep up with them, with a very unhappy face. He could only guess when Chloe found the pictures she took it out on her friend.

'I DON'T CARE ABOUT STUPID PICTURES!' She roared.

Adrien decided it was time to turn tail. He didn't want to face the Bourgeois destroyer under red alert.

He broke into run, students getting out of his way when he gained speed. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Marinette ahead of him. She was walking backwards and trying to get away from a group of very mean looking girls waving the godforsaken ad prints at her. Without thinking he adjusted his direction to intercept.

'Marinette!' he cried as he was nearing her.

She looked at him with her bluest eyes of a deer caught in the headlights, but firmly caught the offered hand and followed him without missing a beat.

They ran side by side, holding hands, which probably wasn't the smartest move considering the already circulating gossip. Adrien risked a glance at her, surprised with the shortage of squeaks, stutters and slips. In her features he saw only sheer determination and focus, that he swore looked extremely familiar. Their bodies moved in flawless unison. She knew exactly when he wanted to adjust direction or turn, and followed his lead perfectly. He was reminded of all the other times they had to run together, and realised that this wasn't an exception. They moved like a team with proficiency he hadn't experience with anyone on this side of his black mask. He stumbled, his brain short circuiting on that thought, but Marinette balanced him out and didn't let him fall. Adrien squeezed her hand to thank her and concentrated on the here and now. It wasn't the time to mull over these particular observations.

They finally reached an empty part of the corridor and the door Adrien was heading to. He could already hear the steps of the students chasing them and Chloe's shrieks. Without thinking he reached for the doorknob, that wobbled in his hand, pushed Marinette inside and slammed the door behind them.

In the silence that fell over them he heard the creak of the doorknob slipping off the latch and falling to the floor. It landed on the corridor with a clank and rolled to the side.

The pursuit came and passed their hideout oblivious to their location. Soon all the sounds on the corridor died out, and only their heavy breathing could be heard in the narrow space of the maintenance closet. Marinette slowly fell her way to the handle on their side and pulled.

It stayed in her hand.

'Ooops,' she squeaked.

Adrien thumped the back of his head into the wall with a frustrated groan.

'Well, looking on the bright side,' he murmured slipping to the floor, 'the hiding part worked really well.'

AN: Please let me know what you think of this fic. Your reviews, favs and follows inspire me to write more!

For future reference sorry for any mistakes or typos. This time Remasa has managed to beta read it really quickly, but that might not be a regular thing due to writing on a daily basis and the shortage of time.

Just a reminder that my ask box on perditaalottachocolate-blog . tumblr . com is open for requests concerning this story (and generally for your questions). I can't promise I'm going to use them all, but I will try!

One last thing: I probably won't be able to keep a daily update schedule and I'm not sure I will do all the prompts. But I'm going to do my best!