Their Closure

twelve

Meanwhile, a blonde model was bickering with a tiny, black creature.

"I look fine in these clothes!" Adrien exclaimed. "I wear them all the time and Marinette seems to like them!"

"Exactly!" An angry Plagg shouted. "You wear them all the time! Wear something different!"

"But why?" Adrien shouted back. 

"What do you mean 'why'?" Plagg criticized. "You said you want to take her on a special date, and I bet all my cheese that she's going to dress up! She dressed up on the first date and all you guys were supposed to do was EAT ICE CREAM!"

"But Marinette doesn't care how I look!" Adrien fumed.

"It doesn't matter!" Plagg bickered. "She's going to care about the fact that you took time to dress up for your date!"

Adrien took a deep breath. He couldn't believe it, but Plagg was right. "Fine, you win. What do you have in mind?"

"Yeah, I'm always right." Plagg rolled his eyes and darted towards Adrien's closet.

Considering Adrien's father was a fashion designer, Adrien had many clothes which meant that he had a massive closet. It took Plagg a minute or two to fly out of the closet with clothes.

Plagg dropped the outfit on the bed. Adrien was hesitant, but he put the outfit on. (View chapter image.)

"Seriously?" 

"What?"

"I look like I'm about to go horseback riding AND to a fashion show."

"So?"

"I'm changing out of this." Adrien hissed.

"Too late." Plagg cackled. "You better leave now, or else you'll be late."

Adrien groaned and Plagg flew into his pant's pocket.

He walked out of his room and walked right into his father.

"Where do you think you're going?" His father asked him.

"On a date." Adrien said. "With Marinette. You know, the girl you left in charge of my social life and met with?"

His father raised a brow. "I don't recall you asking for permission to go on said date."

"Father, I'm seventeen. I didn't think I had to ask you to go on a date with my girlfriend." 

"Girlfriend?" A hint of surprise was in Gabriel's tone. 

"W-well, not really.." Adrien scratches the back of his neck. "I haven't asked her yet. It's only our second date."

"Very well, then." Gabriel sighed. "I suppose you are older now, you don't need my permission for some things. However, I will not hesitate to forbid you from seeing her if you fall behind in school or your classes. Understand?"

Adrien nodded gratefully and ran out of the house towards the best bakery in Paris. He had five minutes to get there, and he didn't want to be late.

He arrived just on time, and a patient Marinette was waiting for him. 

She blushed and looked at him. "Y-you..dressed up?"

"Yeah," Adrien chuckled. "Pla- I mean I figured I'd dress up for this special occasion."

"Special occasion?" Marinette giggled. "It's just a date."

"Yet you're dressed up." Adrien grinned.

"Whatever." Marinette rolled her eyes playfully. "Where are we headed?"

"The fair."

"The fair?"