Adrienette: Unfolding Love

Chapter Three: Resume

Adrien sighed wistfully, staring out his apartment window. He had moved into the place a day ago, and it had been a week since he last saw her...

Marinette.

The name ringed through his head and chilled his stomach, and he visibly shuddered. How could such a smol bean like her ignite such strong feelings in him, the son of a millionaire? Surely he didn't like her that much, did he? Plus, he hasn't even seen her in a while! He shouldn't... no, he couldn't possibly...

Like her?

As in, like like her?

Adrien groaned and pounded his head on his desk, which was positioned by the window of his apartment. He needed to think straight if he wanted to write this resume he was making to get a part time job at grocery store. He wanted a normal life. Adrien tapped the his pencil on the desk, desperately thinking of something else to tell his possible future employers.

My name's Adrien Agreste and I work as a model, but I'm interested to work at your store. Yes, that's right. The Adrien Agreste who is the son of cold and rich Gabriel Agreste, the fashion designer. Why do I want to work here? Well, I want a normal life, one that doesn't involve screaming fangirls, riches piled up to my knees, photoshoots every five seconds and paparazzi clamoring to get a view of me every time I step out of my car. Other than that, I really like working with people, and I consider myself very organized and a hard worker.

Adrien groaned. This resume thing wasn't going to well for him. What was he supposed to tell the boss people? All that he really had was photoshoots and money and riches and stuff. Frustrated, Adrien pushed away from his desk and stalked over to his couch, plopping down on it and turning on the TV. To drown out his troubles, Adrien put the volume full blast, letting the noise sink through his thoughts.

He stared at the TV, thoughts dulled by the noise and the meaningless pictures. His eyes blinked lazily as the mindless drabble slowed him, the light in his mind dimming. Adrien was just so, so weary.

He was woken up though by a few hard knocks on his mahogany door, the sound loud and pounding, waking him from his daze. Adrien turned the TV down a couple of notches and went to the door, laziness and curiosity filling his veins. He grabbed the knob and twisted it, yanking the door open. And boy was he surprised.

There, standing in front of him, arms crossed, brows furrowed, a delicate scowl on her lips, was Marinette.

Her hair was loose, midnight locks falling onto her shoulders, and her eyelashes were thick and black. Her porcelain skin looked soft in the golden afternoon light, and her pink lips were twisted into a small frown. Her button nose was slightly red, and her cerulean eyes shone like diamonds. She was wearing sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, with the words TWO DOOR CINEMA CLUB printed onto it. (A/N: Two Door Cinema Club and Twenty One Pilots are my fav bands)

There were two reactions;

Adrien was open mouthed, his eyes shining brightly as he looked at the smol bean of a girl that his mind was swimming over. He blinked slowly, still not processing that the angel of a friend (he shuddered at the vile word) was standing before him, looking absolutely angry and cute at the same time.

Marinette's face relaxed, the scowl disappearing and replaced with her lips twisting into a surprised o, her face scrunching in surprise and her whole body recoiling with shock. She felt shame flood her, mostly because she was going to rant at whoever had their TV so loud- which was Adrien Agreste.

"Oh! Erm, hello, Adrien," Marinette slurred, mentally facepalming herself.

"Hi beauti- I mean Marinette!" Adrien rushed, quickly covering up his mistake. Was he really about to call her beautiful? Not that she's not beautiful, because she's naturally gorgeous, of course, Adrien thought to himself. He mentally slapped himself. He was being an idiot.

Marinette squinted at Adrien for a quick moment before a sheepish smile, shyly rubbing the back of her neck with her petite hand.

"I uh, I wanted to know if you could turn your TV volume down a bit," Marinette said, pinching her fingers real small to represent her desired volume. Adrien flushed, red coloring his cheeks, sheepishly smiling.

"Sorry, I ah... I just needed something to drown my thoughts out," Adrien explained, his blush becoming harder. Great, he thought. Now she thinks I'm a selfish and inconsiderate jerk.

Marinette smiled, but then the frown came back. "Are you okay?" she asked, noticing Adrien's frustrated expression. Adrien blinked, her words buzzing through his head. She cared about him. It made his heart flutter.

"I'm fine," Adrien said, waving her off. "It's just that I'm having trouble writing a resume for a job at a local grocery store." Marinette frowned a bit, not understanding why he would want to work at a grocery store when he was a rich model. She then gave a small smile as she had an idea.

"I can help you with resume."

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After an hour of Marinette giving advice to Adrien on his resume, Marinette proofread it and deemed it worthy of examination. "You're gonna be accepted for sure!" she smiled at the model boy, her teeth flashing a brilliant white. Adrien felt his face heat up, but he forced it down and led Marinette to the door.

"Thanks for helping me, beauti- I mean MARINETTE!" Adrien rushed, his face flaring with red again. I'M SUCH AN IDIOT! he mentally screeched to himself. He groaned internally. He almost called her beautiful again. Marinette smiled, oblivious to Adrien's slip up, and backstepped so now she was in the apartment hallway.

"Good luck with your interview!" she cheered, before turning around and unlocking the apartment door that was across from his.

Adrien mentally slapped himself.

She'd been living across from him for the past week and he didn't notice.

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The next day

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Marinette felt good when she helped Adrien with his resume, but she felt so tired at the end that she crashed onto her bed and slept through the rest of the day. Eventually she woke up, but it was 8:00 in the morning, and Marinette cursed herself. She was usually up at 6:00 so she could have time to run errands or anything.

Marinette showered, brushed her teeth and hair, and put on her clothes, which were the same ones from highschool (they still fit her, surprisingly). She quickly ate a small breakfast, and she padded over to a small pillow on the couch, where Tikki was napping.

"Tikki, time to wake up!" Marinette cooed, poking the small kwami gently. Tikki's eyes popped open, blinking a couple of times, before she flew into the air calmly and stretched lightly. "Cookies?" Tikki asked, hunger gleaming in her eyes. Marinette nodded and produced a chocolate chip cookie from her bag, which Tikki chomped on gratefully.

Marinette slipped on her shoes and ran to the door, exclaiming to Tikki, "Let's go and enjoy the sunshine!" She then yanked open the door, Tikki diving in her bag, and Marinette's face stoned. There was a man outside her door.

He had chocolate hair.

And murky blue eyes.

He gave a lopsided smile to her, producing a bunch of roses, handing them to her.

"Hi, Princess."