A Renewed Friendship [An Adrienette Story]

Chapter 1

Marinette used the spare key Nino had given her to open the door to the apartment. Placing it back in her back pocket she pushed the door open only to feel the restriction of something behind it. She continued to push until it opened completely. The sight in front of her made her screw her nose up in disgust, even more so when she finally stepped foot into the room.

Closing the door she studied what lay around her. Beer bottles sprawled over the floor, take away cartons containing left over food turning mouldy on the tables and floor, and a smell ... she didn't even want to know what the smell was. Dead animal came to the forefront of her mind.

"Ugh!" She exclaimed as she looked around the room, this was disgusting. She let out a deep breath making her way into the apartment. Suddenly the smell of unclean male reached out and strangled her senses. There was no way France's Olympic champion could fall so far so fast.

Around two years ago she watched her lycée friend, Adrien Agreste, win a gold medal at the Olympics on live television, along with all their friends at their local bar "Master Fu's distillery". He was incredible, charismatic and top of his sport for three years. No one saw the injury coming, especially Adrien.

After a slip at the World Fencing Championships, only months after his Olympic gold, his career was pretty much over. He'd had operations and physiotherapy but nothing could help with the cartilage damage he'd done to his knee. After attempting a comeback he officially left the sport two months ago.

She'd never forget the press conference as he announced his retirement at only twenty-five years old. No matter how much he laughed and joked with the press she could clearly tell the depressed state Adrien was in. Marinette had been in love with him ever since that first day at lycée eleven years ago when he selflessly gave her his umbrella. She knew his face too well, she had every facial expression of his categorised in her head. She knew the difference between the real Adrien smile and fake model smile.

"Hello, anyone home?" Marinette called into the dark hallway of the apartment. She walked forward, kicking discarded clothing out of the way as she moved through the kitchen. Nino, Alya, and other members of their friendship group had been around to try and help Adrien out of this slump but none had any luck. He hadn't left this apartment in the two months he'd been back in Paris. Marinette was the groups last option.

She wove her way through the discarded food wrappers and bottles towards Adrien's bedroom. This would be the first time she's seen him in almost four years. She'd grew up a lot since their last encounter; her body as well as her mind. She'd let her hair grow midway down her back, and wore clothing that accented her increasingly womanly body.

Reaching the last door in the hallway she opened it. The sight before her was not one she was expecting to see. Adrien Agreste, face down in his pillow, shirtless. Her heart suddenly remembered her adolescents, and went into crazy over drive. His back was pure muscle. From his shoulder blades down to his hips. She was quite sure if his sweats were a little further down she'd have a great view of his briefs, and a little lower maybe his ass. Every woman in Paris with eyes would agree Adrien Agreste had the most perfect body, though maybe today it wasn't at its finest.

His golden, blonde hair was a mess on top of his head with grease collecting around his scalp. You could see the knots forming where he hadn't washed or  brushed it in days. Adrien Agreste, was not looking like Paris' sweetheart and famous ex-fashion model at the moment.

She needed to concentrate, she was here to do a job. Everyone had tried to talk to Adrien and baby him back into the "real" world. However, Marinette had a different idea.

"Hey jerk!" There was no indication Adrien had heard her so she went for option number two. Heading back into his lounge, Marinette found a melted tub of cookie dough ice cream.