City Girl, Small Town (COMPLETE)

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Adrien hummed an old song from Camp Rock 2 that he was surprised he remembered as Zack paced the music room, trying to find ways to ask out Marinette with both the boys vague knowledge on her. "I could have the band play music for her while I ask her out!" Zack smiled and quickly ran out of the room, trying to find Duusu, the Student Leader in band.

Adrien rolled his eyes as he started to sing the song aloud, pulling the guitar next to the chair out of it holder and strumming it. Adrien had been to the school everyday since eighth grade at four am to be able pick up and play nearly every instrument in the room. "I'm, I'm, good at wastin' time, I think lyrics need to rhyme and you're not asking, but I'm trying to grow a mustache, and I eat cheese, but only on pizza please and sometimes on a homemade quesadilla. Otherwise it smells like feet to me and I, really like it when the moon looks like a toenail and I love it when you say my na-a-ae-ae-ame." Marinette walked by the door, peaking in and looking at Adrien as he continued to sing the song.

"You can sing," he jumped at her voice as she opened the door. "And play the guitar."

"Well I can play nearly everything in here."

"Oh, looks like I have a protégé on my hands." Marinette giggled as Adrien placed the guitar back in the holder.

"Not like it'll do me any good, I'll be stuck here my whole life because my mother wants me to take over the farm."

"Have you told her different?" Marinette crossed her arms as Zack ran closer to the door, slowing down as he heard their conversation.

"Yeah, she sometimes cares, sometimes doesn't," Adrien shrugged his shoulders. "You know Zacks trying to find other ways to ask you out right?"

"I'm aware," Marinette squinted her eyes and glared at Adrien. "Why would conspire with him?"

"Because everyone knows I've talked to you the most out of all of your friends so people think I know the most about you." Adrien chuckled.

"You know nothing about me."

"Is that so?" Adrien laughed, standing up and crossing his arms.

"Oh yes," Marinette glared at him. "Tell me, what is your vast knowledge of me?" Adrien stepped closer, inches from her face.

"Your parents are bakers from Paris, your favorite color is pink, you play the violin, like music and baking, your good with children and are nice when you want too. You've only lived in Paris and think you're extremely sophisticated and above everyone else. You like shopping and partying and your last boyfriend took your virginity against your will, which I haven't told anyone." Marinette laughed, shaking her head as she walked to the door.

"You clearly don't know anything about me." She flicked her hair over her shoulder as she left the music room.

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Marinette opened her locker at the end of the day, a note falling out as students walked out of the building talking and chatting to each other. She picked it up, opening it.

Hey Beautiful. Call me ;)
-ZACK

Marinette rolled her eyes and looked at the number, crumbling up the paper and putting it in the back of her locker as she grabbed a pill and swallowed it. She looked at her mirror, fixing her hair and seeing the note tucked behind it. She grabbed it, opening it and seeing the pencil smudged, clearly written weeks ago.

Bryce dared me to give you my number. Don't you dare call or text me

-AB

Marinette laughed as she crumbled up the note, throwing it away into her bag and closing her locker and walking out of the school.

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Marinette trembled by the toilet bowl, vomit trickling from her lips down her chin and onto the white bowl edge. She wiped her lips with her wrist, flushing the toilet and leaning against the wall, her throat burning as her hair stuck to her face. Her hand shook as she picked up her phone, looking at the glowing screen as her eyes scanned the three numbers at the top. 3:59 am. She watched it turn to four and sighed deeply, shakily standing and looking at her ratted hair that stuck to her dark red lips and flushed face.

She sighed as she stripped and turned on the shower water, taking a long shower before heading to the school. She applied her makeup and straightened her hair, throwing on black wedges, a red button up tucked into black high waisted shorts, a gold necklace and a white thin cardigan.

She listened to the trail of singing. "Oh her eyes, her eyes make the stars look like their not shinning. Her hair, her hair, falls perfectly without her tryin'. And she's so beautiful, and I tell her everyday," she walked into the music room to find the source of the voice. Adrien was sitting at the piano, waiting for her as he pulled out his music. "Oh her lips, her lips I could kiss them all day if she'd let me, her laugh, her laugh, she hates but I think it's so sexy and every time she asks me do I look okay, I say-"

"When I see your face," Adrien jumped at Marinette singing, turning to her as she entered the room and took down the violin. "There's not a thing that I would change, 'cause you're amazing, just the way you are. And when you smile-"

"The whole world stops and stares for a while." Adrien finished her verse.

"'Cause you're amazing, just the way you are." They both finished as Marinette pulled out her music from her bag and placed it on a music stand, Adrien bringing his hands up to play.

They played the song, Marinette humming lyrics she thought of to it as Adrien played. He knew it well enough not to need music and just stared at Marinette. They finished and Marinette looked at Adrien as he looked down at the keys. "You sing great."

"So do you." Marinette placed the violin down on the piano as he looked up at her.

"That was amazing!" A woman bursted through the music room door making the two jump as her smile grew. "You're duo! It's a gift!"

"Not really." Marinette laughed as she put the violin away.

"We hate each other." Adrien put away his music.

"But I've heard you play every morning and it's a wonderful sound to the teachers when they walk in hearing it! They always talk about it in the break room!" She smiled, her short, wavy brown hair bouncing on her shoulders with her moving it out of her grey eyes every once and a while. "Surly people who hate each other wouldn't come together every morning to play together." She crossed her arms.

"She walked in on my practice and just joined." Adrien scoffed while Marinette rolled her eyes.

"Well, there is the annual music competition coming up, you two should enter." She smiled wide as she walked out of the room.

"Music competition?"

"Every year musical artists come together from towns nearby to compete in a music competition. The winner gets half a million euros and gets to go to Paris to see if they could make it big." Adrien slung his bag over his shoulder, Marinette following him into the hall.

"Have you ever tried?"

"There's only one reason for me to go to Paris and music, ain't it."

"And what would that reason be?" Marinette crossed her arms as Adrien opened his locker, grabbing his stuff for class.

"It doesn't matter."