Instrumentals & Fashion

The Noisy Neighbor

Marinette groaned, rolling her eyes. "Seriously, again? You'd think he'd get the memo by now." It had been a week since the new guy moved in next door. He was blonde, tall, with green eyes. She hadn't known the guy for long before she heard his noisy music playing through her wall. It drove her nuts every night, and she'd walk over to the window via the fire escape to tell him to turn it down. He'd apologise and turn it down each night.

This night was no different than the past six nights. Shuffling to her window, she pushed it open, climbing out onto the fire escape and walked over to the next window to her right.

Marinette knocked on the glass, not sure if her neighbor could hear her knocks through his blaring music. "Hello!"

The blinds were pulled up and the curtains were open. Quickly, he turned down his sound system and quickly walked over to the window, opening it. "My bad, I keep forgetting I have neighbors."

"Adrien, if you keep this up, the landlord is going to kick you out." Marinette stated.

Marinette's neighbor pulled a stool from inside his place and handed it to her, giving her a place to sit while they chatted. "I know, I've never had neighbors before."

Marinette asked, "What happened that made you move into this dump?" Adrien just chuckled.

"I haven't worked in awhile and since I can't make any money right now, I've had to downgrade a lot until I get my inspiration back up." Marinette looked at Adriens face, filled with frustration.

Marinette grew a bit chilly, it was becoming winter in their town. "I never asked what you did for work."

"I make music, its not really popular. Thats why I'm trying to listen to my favorites right now, trying to get the inspiration back. So far, no dice." The blonde sighed again. "What about you?"

Marinette blushed. "Oh, I make clothes. I'm not that popular either. I'm working on some new things though. I think I'll get some more money coming in soon."

"You should go inside before you shake to death. But come by sometime, we can chill again." Marinette giggled at the bad pun.

"Alright. But remember to keep the music down. Don't make me come back here." Marinette walked back to her window and slipped inside, Adrien watching her enter her apartment and close the window. He sighed.

"What a beauty, she is."

Adrien was a musician. His popular music got him an award for best instrumental album since Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter series. He didn't want his abusive father to find him, so he used an alias instead. Chat Noir was perfect, since he'd loved black cats since he was a child, and his family was from a long line of musicians and models. He pulled a lot of inspiration from his french model mother and how beautiful and kind-hearted she was. One month later, his mother had passed away from breast cancer and his creativity dwindled. He was unable to make another album because of the loss of his mother and so was forced to move into a small apartment to save money.

Marinette was a famous clothing designer, but because of her shy personality, her industry alias was Ladybug, but her company was Akuma Designs. Her work was extremely popular, women would buy her clothes as soon as they hit the shelves, but because of how much it costed to make each outfit and how long it took to make them, the sales have dwindled. She had been living in her apartment since she was eighteen, but since her striving career, she didn't need a big home or any lavish items to decorate her place with. So, the sales hadn't hurt her too much. But if she was going to keep her name in the industry, she'd have to come up with something soon.

Marinette knew she could rely on music to ger her spirit going. After a trip to the music store downtown, she came across an album by an artist called Chat Noir. Curious, she asked the store clerk at the counter about it.