Love like a Crescendo (Part One)
BOOM! Like I promised @tahciram and I wrote another fanfiction together!! Iâm so excited and I hope that this one will receive just as much love as âKitty Jealousy!â This one is an Adrienette fanfic! And yes, there will be quite a few songs mentioned in the fanfic itself, you donât have to listen to them, but it does ad a lot more feeling to the story! Hope you guys enjoy it! If anyone has any good Adrienette songs that they think we could use, please send us your suggestions!
Link to Kitty Jealousy (Part One): https://vanilla107.tumblr.com/post/137833448390/kitty-jealously-one-shot
Hereâs the link to the song that Marinette listens to in this chapter: https://youtu.be/Y3fgV-ZfS0c
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Marinette sat down just as the bell rang, signaling the start of the class. Her eyelids felt heavy and she was sure that if she closed them for just a couple of seconds, the next thing she would know is her head ungracefully meeting her desk.
Alya looked amusedly at her friend, her disheveled twin tails rested on her shoulders. Marinette had the tendency to work late on designs or gifts, when the next morning at six she needed to be ready for school AND be there before the bell rang. So yes, Alya was just a little amused at the situation that repeated itself for the past weeks. âGeez, Mari. Oversleep again?â she asked, holding her head in her palm and gazing pitifully at her best friend with a small smile on her face.
âYes.â Marinette mumbled as she got out her sketchbook to doodle her sleep away. They were in History now but since there was only three weeks till the end of the semester, there was no point of knowing Franceâs economy during World War I, since the students (as well as the teachers) didnât feel like doing anything.
Meanwhile, in the row below, Nino hissed at his own best friend âAdrienâŠÂ ADRIEN!â Repetitive nudges on the young modelâs ribs apparently being his only success for snapping him out his dreamland.
âW-what?â Adrien replied, still half asleep, lifting his head from the desk. The blond looked as if he needed some serious professional make up to hide those shadows under his droppy green eyes.
âDude, you fell asleep in class. Again,â Nino said as he fiddled with a piece paper. âWhatever modeling thing you have going on I hope it lessens since the holidays are coming up, because you look like a zombie,â his dark skinned friend said, throwing him a knowing look before going back to whatever he was writing.
Adrien wasnât surprised when Nino just knew that it was a photoshoot aftermath. His sessions increased every week since summer was approaching, and with it Gabrielâs Summer Collection. Photoshoots, fittings, publicity events and his fencing, Chinese and piano lessons were draining him physically and mentally each passing day.
Adrien needed to shut down a moment, just a little moment thatâs all. And he was just about to go to sleep again, he couldnât care less about his surroundings right now; but of course luck appeared to, skillfully, dodge his will every time as Mme. Bustier took that moment to speak up. âOkay, class!â she clapped her hands in front of her and smiled to her zombie-like students. âAs you all know, towards the end of the semester the school hosts an event were all the money raised goes to charity, this yearâs event is directed to Jean Phillipâs Children Hospital. The event staff had a meeting and agreed that the students must be part of this yearâs event, to vary things a little.â
There was a simultaneous groan throughout the class and Marinette could understand the frustration. After all, the last day of school is normally plagued with itch. Everyone bouncing in their seats, counting the seconds till the last bell rang to fly out the classroom, hugging the holidays and breathing in the fresh summer breeze⊠Not to be running here and there, planning an event directed mostly to high-profiled (old) people like the mayor.
âOfficially, the event will be a ball, and since itâs a tuxedo ball the school yard doesnât fit that much this year. For this reason, the principal decided to rent a place near La Seine; the decoration and entertainment of the event is your responsibility so be careful and be professional, kids. After all, this is for the ill children of Paris.â Mme. Bustier finished with another kind smile and this time the classroom was quiet.
Yeah, itâs true that work wasnât something they were ecstatic for, but it was indeed for a good cause, so why not? Moments later everyone was chatting silently about their ideas⊠Everyone, except for two students, too tired to listen to whatever their teacher was talking about now.
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Recess came quickly and Nino convinced Adrien to eat something with him, Alya and Marinette in the school yard. They were sitting by a table, munching on some pastries Marinette brought with her while Nino and Alya talked about the ball. âDude, I want to make all that old people dance their asses off. Just imagine, my own DJ booth!â
âI listened to some of your new mixes and they are amazing so far! But personally, I really want a photobooth of some kind. I donât have pictures of the four of us!â Alya grinned, her eyes glistening.
âYou have pictures of us,â Nino looked at her with a lifted eyebrow.
âYeah, yeah, but just the four of us!â the young journalist rolled her eyes and made a hand gesture, as if it was the most obvious thing.
âYou have a phone right there, you know?â He was taunting her and he was having fun with it, Alya thought. That son of aâŠÂ
âJUST LET MY PHOTOBOOTH DREAM BE, NINOâ Alya exasperatedly exclaimed, arms in the air; but after a silent couple of seconds they both were laughing and side hugging. âOkay, that was unnecessary. Marinette what do you think?â The girl asked, her laugh drifting away.
But Marinette didnât reply and they looked at the other end of the table to find black and blonde lingering together. Yes, the two dorks fell asleep againâŠ
On each otherâs shoulder.
Putting aside the half eaten croissants in their hands, the scene was kind of cute.
âWhat are you doing?â Nino asked his companion, she looked as if her smile could rip her face in two.
âShh!â a slap on the head was all Nino needed to understand, on the harsh way, that he had to be quiet for some odd reason. âYou told me to use my phone, I am doing it. My OTP is happening, Nino! Now be quiet while mamma takes a good picture.â Alya hissed, almost dropping her phone in glee while snapping some pictures in every angle she could think of.
After what looked like twenty pictures in a row, Marinette was the first one noticing the persistent and annoying sound; half lined eyes opening to find the blurry image of her best friend grinning like a mad woman, phone in hand. Her head felt heavier than usual⊠She raised a hand to touch her forehead, she could feel it in her finger tips but she didnât felt them in her forehead. A moment later, a little scream of realization escaped her mouth and she jumped to the side, dropping Adrienâs head on the table. Obviously, the poor blond woke up immediately, rubbing his reddening forehead and looking around wide-eyed.
âOh my god I am so sorry!â Marinette squeaked, looking at him with concerned eyes. He didnât need much time to put the pieces together.
He must have fallen asleep on her.
Oh embarrassment, his old friend.
âNo, no, no! It was my fault!â Adrien laughed awkwardly and tried unsuccessfully to calm his friend down. âIâm sorry, I-â
âAnd this, friends,â they snapped their heads towards Nino, who was holding an Ăclair like a microphone and talking like a natural documentarian, âis how a model-designer mating goes. Side glances and awkwardness. Nerds not knowing what the fuck they are doing but still tr-â A cookie flew right to his nose and Marinetteâs mouth fell open, looking at a flustered Adrien still holding the paper bag. âDUDE!â Ninoâs angry voice was muffled while he rubbed his nose and looked at Alya for support. Obviously she was too busy laughing her lungs out.
âShut up, you started it!â was the mature response Adrien Agreste gave as he looked back at his best friend with narrowed eyes and tinted ears. âI am sorry, Marinette. I guess Iâm more tired than I thought.â Adrien said sheepishly with a hand on his neck.
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A few hours later, and to Marinette and Adrienâs relief, it was the last period of the school day. Both of them had gradually been getting their energy back throughout the day and were mostly awake now.
âAlright, everyone! I know that weâre supposed to be doing English now but since itâs the last period, Iâve decided to let you, as a class, discuss your decoration and entertainment plans for the ball. The school already has the food covered but a few extra platters wonât go to waste. I need to fetch a few documents from the Principal and talk to the staff regarding the ball, so talk amongst each other until I get back.â Mme. Bustier then walked out of the room and the class collapsed immediately.
 âI think we should have fancy platters with seafood and caviar!â said Chloe with a smug smile plastered alll over her face and looking down at everyone from her seat on her desk.
âUm, Chloe, that may be a little out of the schools budget,â replied Max as he tapped away on his calculator. He was right. Did she really know how expensive those fish eggs were?Â
âWell, what if we had mini pizzas and piggies in blankets with some raw vegetables on the side?â asked Rose with a smile. âI like the piggies in blankets, itâs like a fairytale but with food!â she giggled.
âEw! Why would anyone eat those?â Chloe said wrinkling his nose in disgust at the little blonde who looked down inmediately.
âWell, for youâre information Chloe, those platters are a lot more affordable and still taste good!â Alix glared at her as she sat relaxedly with her feet up on her desk.
âWait, what if we got Marinetteâs parents to bake some desserts? And Alya, your mom is the head chef at Le Grand Paris, canât she make something?â Ivan asked. All the attention was drawn to the two girls in question. They looked at each other.
âWell, Iâm sure my parents wonât mind since itâs going to a good cause,â Marinette shrugged, feeling quite proud knowing that her dad and mom were two of the best cooks she knew.
âAnd I think my mom might be able to whip something up.â Alya said, apparently messaging her mom right away.
âSo the food is sorted, now what about the decorations?â asked Max now tapping away on his cellphone, probably listing everything there.
âI can get the decoration part! My mom knows someone who owns a huge warehouse of fancy dĂ©cor!â squealed Rose her eyes bright with excitement.
âOkay! Lastly, entertainment" Max looked up to everyone, waiting for the suggestions.
âWell, Nino is technically a DJ, so why not him?â asked Alya. Nino blushed from the praise.
âWell, I have been working on some new mixes recently and I think th-â
âExcuse me? Who would want to hear that garbage at a fancy ball?â Chloe interrupted him with a roll of her eyes. Everyone glared at her in response.
âDonât you forget, Chloe, that Nino was the one who got you that slow dance at Adrienâs party those few years ago.â stated Ayla, balling her fists at her sides.
âAnd he also won that competition on TV which your dad had supervised,â growled Marinette at Alyaâs side. She wonât let that brat get away that easily neither.
âAnd Ninoâs music is really good, Chloe.â Adrien said gently. Marinette and Alya looked at him with lifted eyebrows. Thatâs it, Adrien? They sighed and looked ahead again.
âOkay, so what if we have Nino DJ-ing at the ball, then what? None of the mature guests is going to dance because that music is meant for a club!â Chloe said venomously. Nobody would admit it but she was a little right in that. âI say we get a live string quartet and they can play classical music for the guests to relax to. Remember weâre catering for upper class people not-â Chloe gave Marinette and Alya a once-over, â-people like you.â
Marinette felt her face flush with anger and quickly grabbed Aylaâs wrist to stop the brunette from pouncing on Chloe. She wouldâve loved seeing that scene because it is obvious who would have won but this wasnât the moment.
âWait a second. Adrien, donât you play the piano?â Nino asked, trying to change the subject. âWhy donât you play in the background while the guests dance and maybe have someone singing while you play? That way the guests will still be entertained and the students can listen to the good music.â
The blond smiled and shrugged his shoulders, he can do that. âSure, I donât mind.â
 Rose was the first one to hop onto the idea. âThat sounds wonderful! Imagine everyone dancing and Adrienâs music in the air- Oh, it sounds marvelous!â She clapped her hands together gleefully and Juleka agreed with a nod.
âThatâs a good idea as long as there isnât too much classical music. It can put me to sleep,â yawned Kim and Alix rolled her eyes at his frienemy.
âAnything that isnât competitive puts you too sleep, Kim,â the petite pink-haired girl teased.
âUh, thereâs still one more thing. Whoâs going to sing with Adrien?â asked Sabrina her green eyes wide with curiosity.
âMe, of course,â answered Chloe with a flick of her hair and a big smug smile as if she was the most obvious choice.
âUm, how about no?â Alya said with such sass that Ninoâs jaw dropped before he started laughing.
 âCan you sing, Alya? Have you had two years of singing lessons from one of the most prestigious singing teachers in the world? No? Thatâs what I thought.â growled Chloe at the two of them with clenched teeth.
âMarinette can sing like a pro. Remember Mari? You sang almost always and you did it beautifully!â
âB-but Alya! That was y-years ago!â answered the black-haired girl, slightly backing away.
Alya bent down and whispered furiously into Marinetteâs ear. âDo you really want Chloe to sing with Adrien the whole night?â Marinette didnât answer. She can already imagine Chloe clinging onto Adrien the whole night and how she would have to witness it all.
âNo.â
Alya smiled triumphantly as she faced Chloe and Marinette stood up to look at the blonde with determination in her cornflower blue eyes. âYou canât just assume that no one can sing, Chloe. Which is why I think having an audition for the part is exactly what needs to be done.â
Rose clapped her hands in excitement. âThis is so exciting! Anyone else wanting to audition?â Mylene, Ivan and Sabrina put their hands up but Sabrinaâs hand was quickly pulled down by one of Chloeâs glares.
âI think Adrien should judge since heâs the one playing the piano and he knows real talent when he sees it,â Chloe sneered at Marinette. None of them willing to drop the little glare war they were having. At that moment Mme. Bustier walked into the class.
âSo, is all the planning going smoothly?â There was a chorus of âyesesâ and everyone sat down.
As the tense atmosphere slowly left the room, Max took that momento to adjust his glasses and coment his calculations. âAccording to the numbers, thereâs still some money left over for the ball. Any suggestions on how we use it?â he asked.
âPHOTOBOOTH!â screeched Alya immediately. The whole class stared at her in shock at her sudden outburst. âCâmon! Why not?â Nino, Adrien and Marinette looked at each other and then laughed as the bell rang signaling the end of the school day.
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Marinette was humming the song that came out from her speakers while doing her homework for tomorrow.
Thinking about the auditions make her foot bounce and her face twist but she knew that she wasnât bad at singing. She was just a little rusty after two years of no lyrics, thatâs all.Â
The black haired girl put her pencil down and frowned while thinking about all that âno one can sing better than meâ scene Chloe made, and knowing that Chloe would do anything to win the auditions. All of a sudden, a smile crossed her face when a new song started, itâs lyrics pounding on her ears like a promise and determination flooded her body. Suddenly feeling like she could win this thing, she started singing.
She looks at life like itâs a party and sheâs on the list She looks at me like Iâm a trend and sheâs so over it I think her ever present frown is a little troubling And, she thinks Iâm psycho âCause I like to rhyme her name with things, but Sophistication isnât what you wear, or who you know Or pushing people down to get you where you wanna go Oh they didnât teach you that in prep school So itâs up to me But no amount of vintage dresses gives you dignity,
 That annoying brat was going to learn a lesson.
