My Brother's Best Friend | adrienette [COMPLETED]

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Marinette ran her fingers through her hair as she watched Alya finish her makeup. "Okay, now it's your turn to get ready," She turned to Marinette, looking stunning.

"What do you mean?" Marinette stood up, grabbing her bag.

"You are not going out looking like that," She crossed her arms, going to her closet.

"What, why?" Marinette looked down at her sweatpants and Harry Potter tee.

"It's a party, Marinette! You have to dress accordingly," She pulled out a black lace bralette and a black leather jacket.

"No, no way!" Alya ignored her and picked out a pair of black heels.

"Alya, I'm not wearing that." Alya placed the heels in Marinette's hand, opening her dresser and pulling out black ripped jeggings.

"No, I'm not putting those on. No way," She dropped the heels on the bed.

"Marinette, we don't have time to argue. Just change, okay?" Alya sighed, plugging in her curling iron.

Marinette stared at the outfit, "But Adrien, he might ... what if he gets the wrong idea?"

"Put the damn outfit on," Alya snapped.

"Fine, fine." Marinette gave in, changing into the outfit.

"I knew it. You look hot, the perfect outfit. Sit down and let me do my magic on your hair and face," She smiled, patting the chair.

"Alya, Adrien is bad enough when I look like an actual potato, if I look quote-unquote hot he'll never leave me alone." Marinette protested.

"Sit," She repeated.

Marinette sat down, turning to face Alya, "Can't I change back? Please?"

Alya rolled her eyes and tied Marinette's hair back, "Stop complaining. You know, Adrien isn't going to be the only guy there. I heard from a little birdy, Nathaniel Kurtzberg might be there. You might just capture his attention first."

"You think so?" Marinette smiled then immediately blushed, "I mean, so?"

"I know you like him, Marinette," Alya chuckled.

"What? No?" Marinette huffed, looking up as Alya did her foundation.

"When I asked you who you liked, you looked back at him," She replied, applying the concealer to the bags under Marinette's eyes, "You need to sleep more, Marinette. What are you doing up so late anyway?"

Marinette hesitated, "Netflix, of course."

Alya finished Marinette's makeup as the two listened to Paramore. Alya spun her around to look in the mirror, "Wow, I ... wow."

"You look stunning. Guaranteed to capture Nathaniel's attention," Alya smiled, "And possibly Adrien's. But you know him, he'll be all over someone much sluttier."

For a moment, Marinette felt sad that Adrien wouldn't pay attention to her but quickly shook the feeling off, "True. Now, let's go have some sober fun."

"Sober? You? At a party? Funny," Alya laughed as the two left Alya's house.

***

"C'mon, one drink," Alya smiled, handing her a cup.

"I shouldn't," Marinette stared at the liquid.

An arm wrapped around her shoulders, making her squeal. "Aw, that's adorable," Adrien whispered.

Marinette tried to push him away but his grip got stronger, "What do you want, Agreste?"

"You look hot. I wanted to come over and say hi," He smiled, "You should take a sip. I hear you're more fun when you're drunk."

"No way. I don't drink," Marinette handed him the cup.

"One sip. I dare you," He smirked.

Marinette stiffened and glared at the boy. She begrudgingly took the cup back, "One sip."

He smiled, his arm still draped over her shoulders. She sighed and took a swig from the cup. She shoved the cup in his hand, splattering it on him, and pushed him away, "There. I did it."

"Congratulations, princess. Wanna take another?" He offered her the cup.

Marinette tapped her foot and glanced around the room, people were looking at her, including Nathaniel. "I hate you so much," She snatched the cup and chugged it, "Happy?"

"I'm delighted," He winked, walking off.

"What a prick," She scoffed.

"Hey, Marinette. I noticed you're in need of a new drink," Nathaniel chuckled, approaching her.

"Er, uh, no ... I'm, uh, I'm the DD," Her cheeks flushed.

"I'll get you an uber," He suggested, "So, another drink?"

Marinette looked back at Alya, who was giving her a thumbs up, "Yeah, another drink would be great."

***

Marinette was standing atop the coffee table a few drinks later, singing at the top of her lungs, "But I'm weak, and what's wrong with that?, boy oh boy I love you when I fall for that!"

"How many drinks have you had?" Adrien asked, sitting on the couch.

"Um, I don't know," She giggled.

"Okay, your brother is going to kill me for letting you get drunk," He sighed.

"What he doesn't know won't kill him. Come dance with me!" She smiled, offering her hand.

"No, no, no," He shook his head.

"C'mon Adrikins, dance with me!" She jumped off the table and grabbed his hand.

"Marinette, I don't dance," He objected.

"I say you can. If I can do this, then you can do that," She started to sway to the music.

"If I dance, will you never quote High School Musical at me again?" He laughed.

"It's a deal!" She cheered, wrapping her arms around him.

"It's not a slow dance?" He chuckled.

"Mm, I know. But isn't this what you wanted? Me all over you?" She whispered.

"Okay, let's get you home," He dragged her through the crowd.

"Wha-! No! Adrien!" She protested, "I'll kiss you if you let me stay!"

He froze, "What?"

"I'll kiss you if you let me stay," She repeated.

"That's ridiculous - " He was cut off by her pressing her lips against his.

"Okay, bye," Her cheeks were red as she went back to the dancing crowd.

As she searched for Alya, she bumped into Nathaniel. "Just the girl I wanted to see," He smiled.

"Nathaniel! Just the guy I wanted to see," She curtsied, "Wow, I'm ... I'm drunk."

He laughed, "Let me get you that Uber."

"The night ending so soon?" She pouted.

"Unfortunately," He frowned.

Marinette gazed around the room to spot Adrien making his way to her. She squealed and ran the opposite way, maneuvering through the crowd. She was not ready to face the music of this dumb, drunk decision.