Searching [ adrienette AU ]

found you.

[ this chapter will be in narrative form ]

Was this a bad idea?

As Marinette sat quietly on her seat while looking out the window, she began to have mixed emotions about what she's doing. Her right leg was shaking up and down as she nervously played with her fingers, contemplating whether or not this was the right thing.

I mean, it's a family matter, she thought, I shouldn't meddle with it. I'm completely out of it. Why the hell am I doing this again?

She turned her head a little more to the left, watching the road at the other end rapidly getting smaller.

Can I just ask the cab driver to turn around and go back?

She bit her lower lip, still playing with her fingers, looking deep in thought. The driver paid no attention to his nervous passenger and continued focusing on the road in front.

But maybe he'd charge more, she remembers her promise about paying cash, and the fact that the money she has was just enough for the ride made her stomach churn. She was, once again, hopelessly broke.

Maybe I can just open the door and jump out, then run like hell. We probably couldn't have gone that far—

"We're almost here," the driver announced, as if reading her thoughts.

"O—Oh," Marinette stammered, snapping back to reality. How fast did he go, really? "Alright."

Crap! Marinette cursed in her thoughts. Wait, even if we haven't gone that far, I couldn't possibly just jump out a moving car. I'm no superhero.

She looks at the six boxes of croissants, then all of her thoughts immediately disappeared, as if the delicacies were a huge tsunami that washed all of them away. She then remembers her real purpose.

A warm sensation filled her stomach as she felt her heart flutter. Marinette unconsciously smiles, her eyes adoring her work. Of course. She was just going to make sure that Adrien was alright.

She couldn't let her hard work come to waste just because she felt scared of an uncertain future. She promised to herself that she wouldn't be carried away with her thoughts anymore, and she was literally just about to do that.

Placing her hand on top of the nearest box, smiling, she whispers to the box, "Thanks."

It wasn't long when the taxi finally stopped right in front of a massive black gate in between cream white brick walls. At the right wall were huge, velvet colored words in perfect cursive.

Agreste Private Beach Resort

"Damn," the driver mumbled, just as astonished as Marinette. "I don't know your business here, girl, but I must say . . . you are a lucky one to be able to be invited here."

Hah. Under different circumstances, yes, she'd most definitely be lucky. Plus, she wasn't exactly . . . invited.

Marinette stepped in front of the huge gate, carrying the six boxes of croissants. Mr. Driver offered to help, but Marinette didn't want him to stay a little longer than he should, so she refused and decided to carry these boxes herself.

Which she regretted in an instant.

She couldn't even ring the frickin' doorbell.

How was she going to get in?

"Who's there?"

Oh. Nevermind.

The voice that came through the speaker at the top of the gate sounded incredibly deep and full of authority, it made Marinette flinch. Thank goodness she didn't drop the boxes.

"U—Um," she yelled, tilting her head at the right, so that her voice wouldn't be as muffled. "I—Uh, delivery for Agreste Adrien?"

Pause.

"He didn't tell me anything about a delivery."

Oh no.

"Please leave now."

"No!" Marinette yelled in agitation, almost dropping the boxes. Thankfully, she regained balance and took a deep breath. "Um, I'm Adrien's . . . friend."

"No."

Quick, Marinette! Think!

"Please? It's an emergency."

"No."

Marinette had never felt the urge to tear the speaker off and throw it as far as she can and scream. "Marinette! Marinette Dupain-Cheng! I. Am. His. Friend! Let me in!"

The man didn't reply after a while, which led Marinette to her dismay. Her arms were shaking so bad from carrying the heavy boxes, she couldn't even feel them anymore. Standing under the hot sun, all sweaty, hair messy, carrying the boxes she made especially for Adrien and not being able to get in boiled all possible emotions inside of her.

She wanted to cry.

How was she supposed to go home now? Would she just walk? And who's gonna eat these croissants? She designed each and every piece with different color schemes and style, and it would all just go to waste?

She can imagine herself crying in her room while eating the croissants in shame.

"Marinette?"

Marinette groaned in frustration, rolling her eyes.

"Finally! Can you please let me in—?"

She stopped when she realized that the voice sounded different now. It was more boyish, yet still deep, but there was innocence and sadness mixed into it.

"Um, the other guy wouldn't let me in, and I really have to give this to Adrien Agreste. Please," Marinette pleaded, her arms feeling weaker and weaker. She wanted to sit down, but she didn't want to put dirt on her favorite jeans. She felt tears sting her eyes out of stress.

"Or maybe just give this to him. I don't care. Croissants make him happy, you know? I put so much effort into these little babies to make it super special and you won't even give it to him? These are made with love. Love! Do you not want him to be happy? He's going through a lot right now, and this is the least I can do."

She was about to ramble even more, when two hands suddenly placed themselves on the sides of the three boxes, gently taking them away from her, lessening the load.

Marinette smiled despite the tears stinging her eyes. "Oh, thank—"

Her heart skipped a beat.

She was greeted by striking green eyes, a bright, goofy smile, and an extremely blushing face.

"Well, let me tell you this, miss," he spoke, his eyes sparkling as his smile widened, making Marinette's heart beat even faster. "Mr. Adrien Agreste is beyond happy."

Adrien.

Adrien Agreste was here.

He finally saw her.

Marinette was speechless. She didn't know what to do, either. She couldn't look away. He was wearing a black hoodie and black sweatpants, and yet he still managed to look so dashing under the sunlight. It was obvious that he didn't get enough sleep from the deep, dark circles under his eyes, but those didn't stop his green eyes from sparkling brightly. His blonde hair was incredibly messy; every strand was sticking out on different directions, but he didn't seem to care. Marinette didn't either.

When Marinette still couldn't speak, Adrien took a step forward. Then another. Then another.

When they were close enough, Adrien's smile widens as he leans in, and . . .

plants a small, quick kiss on her nose.

He smiles once more, his eyes looking adoringly into hers.

"I finally found you."

a/n

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkk im screaming is it okay to fangirl over your own book omfg

would you like to see adrien's point of view? :)