The Convenient Marriage (MLB Fanfiction) COMPLETE✔

Chapter 19

The blunette glanced at her phone in a haze. She was faintly aware of the drug smoke that engulfed both her and Alya in their entirety.
Marinette never really spent so much time at Alya's cozy little apartment, but the blunette always had the best time when she did make time to visit.

"Can you believe it?" Marinette asked, her nose scrunching at the smell of cannabis that lingered in the air between both women. "Audrey Bourgeois asked for me...by name...to interview for an internship at her headquarters!" The blunette blushed, clutching her phone close to her body. "Pinch me! I must be dreaming."

Alya pursed her lips, pushing the bud closer to Marinette before she held on to her pillow.
"And you're sure this has nothing to do with your last name being Agreste?" The young woman inquired, her brow perking with curiosity.

Marinette groaned, her lip pouting in her comrade's lack of enthusiasm and faith.
"Really, Alya?" Marinette sneered playfully, feigning the false hurt that she wanted to facade so badly. "You'd really think that the very popular Audrey Bourgeois would invite me to intern at her very prestigious business because of my last name and not because of my natural fashion designing prowess?" The blunette gasped her mouth agape as she did so.

Alya simply rolled her eyes at the gesture, a faint smile on her lips at her friends facade.
"I certainly don't doubt that she recognized you for your talent." The brunette conceded. "I'm just saying, you having married into the Agreste family may have been a perk."

Marinette playfully pout her bottom lip, setting her phone to the side as she casually reached for the bud that had been lit against the ash tray.
"You can't just pretend that you're happy for me?" She asked before layering it between her lips and taking an awkward drag.
Marinette scrunched her face, feeling the cannabis smoke fill her lungs and she immediately coughed.

Alya furrowed her brow, shaking her head with a genuine smile.
"Why do you try smoking this stuff, if it's so obvious you're gonna choke on it?" The brunette inquired, resting her elbow on the back of the sofa.

Marinette cleared her throat, her eyes watering as she placed it back on to the ash tray with a deep blush.
"Because..." the blunette mumbled, coughing again. "I'm gonna be old and I just don't want to die without trying it."

Alya chortled at Marinette's response, the female waving her hand in her face to clear out the smoke.
"Why the rush though? It's not like you're going to see a unicorn emerge from the sky during your first high. It'll just feel more like eating." Alya explained, shifting her weight. "Is this just another one of those spontaneous decisions you've been making lately?"

Marinette blew the smoke into the air, her chest heaving as she coughed once more before offering Alya a sheepish glance.
"I think the most reckless thing I've ever done in my entire life is agree to marry Adrien Agreste because I was worried his father would sue my parents for not fulfilling the contract and I couldn't bear to see my parents lose everything they had because I couldn't put my pride aside..." Marinette pressed her lips together, her mouth feeling dry from the weed.

"You're a saint." Alya teased, watching Marinette reach over for the bottle of fruit juice on the table. "I salute you-"

Marinette hummed promptly, pressing the bottle to her lips and taking a large gulp.
"I can't be a hero." The blunette breathed, sealing the bottle closed and leaned into the sofa. "Though I truly try to be..."

Alya leaned into the sofa with her a small smile spreading her her lips at Marinette's blush.
"Aw c'mon-" she teased. "It can't be all that bad being married to Adrien. I think you've realised the perks now..."

Marinette felt her heart squeeze in her chest.
True, there were some perks of being married to Adrien, but it was more so that she actually got him to look at her, it had nothing to do with the publicity that came with his last name.
It was true that he loved someone else, but Marinette felt foolish to crave that aspect of him looking at her and only her.
"I think I'm part of the problem..." Marinette sighed, her hand reaching up to rub against her warm cheek. The blunette kept her gaze down towards the drink in her hand.
Alya blinked, her eyes following Marinette as she shied away from her.
"What do you mean by that, boo?" She asked, her brow perking as she reached under Marinette's chin and guided her trajectory to her own.