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Marinette doesn't think she has ever been this bored, in her lifetime.
Her parents were playing some classical music while they worked, and it absolutely burned her ears to the crisp. She was made for rock music, not a simple piano tune. Even though she was upstairs, in her room, it still destroyed her insides knowing that her parents even like that kind of stuff.
Worse part was, it was Gabriel Agreste's famous piece of music, but also his most boring.
Truth is, Marinette had nothing against him. Only his music.
She sighed. She grabbed her phone and her earbuds then quickly went downstairs, telling her parents she was going for a walk.
Once outside, she felt relieved she didn't have to listen to those crappy tunes anymore. She scrolled through her phone and clicked on one of her favorite artist's songs.
(Sarcasm- Get Scared)
Chat Noir.
She smiled at the thought of him rocking out on his electric guitar, flashing his smile across the cheering crowds, while they sing along.
It was safe to say, Marinette was obsessed with him, because of his music. Thankfully, not so obsessed she would stalk his every move and find out his actual identity. More realistically, she wanted to help him come up with lyrics and help him out with cords. Truth was;
She wanted to work with him.
But, everyone in Paris knew that was nearly impossible to achieve. Chat Noir had only accepted 2 people to work with him over the past three years.
She was so caught up in her own thoughts she hadn't realized she knocked right into a man, who was holding a guitar case.
She gasped, bringing her hand to her mouth. "I am so sorry, sir!" she cried out, frantically bowing apologetically, she then kneeled down to help. "Let me help you with that!"
The man was wearing fingerless gloves and a green hood. All Marinette could really see was his lips, until he looked up, with a smirk and a mask covering half his face.
It took the girl a whole 2.3 seconds to figure out who she was looking at, "W-Wait- C-CH-CHAT NO-NOIR?!" the noirette practically just had a mini seizure attack seeing her idol in front of her. She mentally facepalmed herself for being so nervous. But, how could she not? This was Chat Noir! She paused the music on her phone, and glanced at the rockstar.
He scoffed. "Ma'am, you're as pale as a ghost." he grinned, pointing to Marinette's face. He strapped his guitar case to his back and held out his hand for her. "What's your name? I'm obviously Chat Noir, or.." he cleared his throat. "OMG! Chat Noir!" he squealed wryly, obviously trying to point out about his fangirls.
Marinette giggled, and took his hand to pull herself up, immediately going red in the face and letting go, leaving him with a smirk. "I'm M-M-Marinette! From the D-Dupain-Cheng family?" she didn't know why she put that in, it just made her groan, which made the masked rockstar chuckle. This obviously caught the baker's attention. His laugh was so sweet, and comforting.
He soon gasped dramatically after processing what she just said. "I want your pastries!" he retorted suddenly, licking his lips. "Last time I was there I nearly bought out the entire storage."
"We have had that happen a few times." she joked, receiving a laugh. There was a long silence, until she decided to speak up. "Are you hiring anybody recently?" she blurted out, and once she finished she mentally beat herself up.
Chat Noir's eyes widened at her question, but then chuckled. "Why?" he grinned, obviously intrigued now. "Are you looking for a job perhaps?"
She nodded furiously. "I want to work with you." she murmured angrily, at herself. "I love rock music and I can't stand listening to classical music in my house all day!"
His nose scrunched in the memory. He was getting pastries for his music group, and all he heard was piano. No guitar, just piano. It nearly peeled his insides.
"Sounds painful." He chuckled. "Hey, I'll give you a shot. You know where I make music?" not many people knew this answer, so he asked anyway.
She turned dramatically sad. "Sadly, yes." this is when he started to burst out laughing, and she followed.
"My number, for you, princess."
She felt like her world just collapsed, but in a good way.
It wasn't everyday your idol gave you their phone number.
"You did what now?" Chloe said after Chat Noir finished telling her and Luka about what happened with Marinette. She stood up from her chair furiously. "You can't just invite some random girl in our studio."
"She already knew where it was." the snake rockstar pointed out with ease, yet she didn't not even crack a smile, so he shut the hell up. "Would it be so bad? We always need help with lyrics around here."
The cat rockstar strummed his guitar strings. "Yeah, Chlo, how bad can it be?" he strummed again, making the blue head snort. "Besides, she lives with a family who likes classical music, let her live a little."
She mumbled something, then sighed in defeat. "Fine. But if she does anything stupid I'm kicking her ass." she grabbed her Queen Bee mask, then tossed the Viperion mask to Luka.
He swiftly tied it around his head, then ran his finger through his hair. "I'm so beautiful." he confessed to himself, looking at the large wall sized mirror, which was connected to what previously was a window, in a joking manner. This received a small hand smack from Chloe, but then she ruffled his hair.
Chat Noir scoffed. "You two are both sickeningly cute it's hard to watch." he told his friends after setting down his guitar back in his guitar case, then having his hands in his lap. This statement resolved in both of them having red faces and a yelling Queen Bee. He laughed slightly before adding, "Damn, Chlo. Didn't think you could get so worked up over the suggestive comment of you being cute with your best friend."
"If you don't shut your pun-loving mouth shut I will personally use a fucking broom to wash it away." She nearly screamed, making Luka chuckle and Chat Noir wave his hands in a joking manner. They all laughed a minute later, yet it died down when his phone vibrated.
Marinette: I'm nearly there, should I just wait outside or barge right in?
"Is it the baker girl?" Queen Bee asked. Viperion quickly added, "Famous baker girl, Bee." she rolled her eyes in response. "Yeah, yeah."
Chat Noir: Be my guest, barge right in.
Marinette: LOL alright
Chat Noir set his phone is his jacket pocket and stood up. He forcefully pulled the snake rockstar's hood over his eyes, receiving a sound a protest and a burst of laughter from Queen Bee.
He swatted his hand away, nearly slapping it. "You're going to ruin my flawless hair!" he cried out, obviously joking.
She let her hair down, then flicking it. "I do not know what you are talking about, your hair is anything but flawless." she waved her hand to the cat rockstar, signaling him to go to the door.
Chat Noir stood in front of the door, and leaned back just in time when Marinette threw herself at the door, making it burst open and making her fall into his grasp.
"Woah!" he laughed out after she looked at him. "Watch your step, Marinette, or I might just fall for you."
Queen Bee whacked him in the head, making him hiss in response. She shoved him out of the way. "Hello—" she looked at the girl in front of her, and her knees went all weak and putty like. "M-Ma'am! I'm-"
She took her hand and shook it vigorously, making the rockstar nearly fall. "You're Queen Bee. I'm a fan of yours as well! You have such a beautiful voice!" she flashed a grin, making her choke on her words. "And I'm Marinette! I hope we can be friends."
Bee was released from her grasp and quickly and pulled Viperion down to talk to her, while Chat Noir talked to the newcomer. "Luka!" she hissed quietly. "I don't think we'll survive with her being here!"
He raised his eyebrow and looked at her weirdly. "Why?" he smiled. "Scared she'll steal the spotlight?" he flashed a cheeky grin. She just gave him a death stare, so he just sighed. "It's just a baker's daughter, what's the problem?"
She gave him a soft whack on the neck, before grabbing it again softly. "We thought it was a different baker! There's a lot of famous bakers in Paris, correct?" he nodded uneasily, not knowing where she was going with this. "It's Marinette!" he nearly choked, now understanding. "This is too coincidental! How can we survive knowing she's right here? And that if she gets hired, we'll have to show her who we are!" she used both her hands to grab his jacket furiously. "What if we can't trust her? What if she doesn't keep a secret? What if she leaves because she finds out that two of her 'idols' are people who enemize her?"
He stood up straight, with her following. He grabbed her wrists with a gentle manner and exhaled deeply. "Calm down. It's Marinette. She's one of the nicest people we know, right?" she nodded weakly. "There. She's a forgiving person, so she'll forgive both of us." she looked down in doubt. "What if she doesn't?" he used his thumb to caress her cheek, and she looked back up at him. "Don't worry about that, Queen. We'll see how this goes, okay?" she nodded giving him a one-arm hug, but not knowing that the cat rockstar was gushing in the background.
"Aww, how cute! Told you my friends were cute together," he gushed, and nudged the girl in the side with his elbow lightly, making the other two pull back from each other with beet red faces. Marinette was still next to him, yet she was giggling. He cupped his own cheeks and titled his whole upper body to the side. "I didn't know you could be that soft, QB!" he then pointed out, sniggering at his own comment, yet Marinette wanted to smack him senseless right there.
"Chat.." It was Viperion. "I'm not blind, I saw you looking at her.." he slid over to him. "Not so innocently.."
"W-WHA?" he spluttered, now crimson red and Marinette was also red, but laughing instead. He turned to her immediately, "They are LYING I swear, I am too demisexual for that!" he insisted, practically praying that she would believe him.
"You're in denial." Bee said simply, resting her elbow on the snake's shoulder. "Don't worry, I would do it too." she grinned at the baker. "Don't be too flustered. We're just used to seeing beautiful people, so we look at them." she paused. "We don't check them out." she ruffled her friend's hair, then receiving a flashy grin. "The cat wasn't thinking anything, we just tease each other."
"A lot." he murmured angrily, making Viperion snort at his red face. He stuck his tongue out at the snake.
He finally decided to speak up, after brushing off Queen Bee's arm. He bowed in a joking manner. "The name is Viperion, mademoiselle." he flashed a cheeky grin, which only received him a scoff. "I'm the jokester of this little group." he flexed his muscles, which only made all of them just stare at him with a not impressed look. He stopped, scratching the back of his neck embarrassingly.
The cat took out his phone, after it vibrated countless times. He panicked when he read one of the messages.
Nino: me and alya are coming over with her new friend, you better be there.
He forced out a chuckle after he stuffed it back in his back pocket. "I'll be on my way." he grinned not so convincingly. "Viperion, please interview her for me, I need to go quickly." he went outside, and started to sprint back to his house, going into an empty alley to strip himself of his Chat Noir costume. The last part was his mask, which he quickly peeled off and stuffed it in his back pocket.
He was in a rush to get home. Nobody knew who he was, and nobody knew he worked with rockstars because he was supposed to be a pianist, like his father.
Once his costume was officially off and put away in his bag, he was in a casual looking suit and tie, it wasn't the most proper but definitely not the least.
"What's wrong with him?" Marinette asked, now saddened that her idol had to leave as soon as she got there.
Viperion sighed, placing a bare hand on her shoulder. "The most I know is that he's a secretive guy. He trusts us with everything except his identity, but.. who could blame him?" she cocked an eyebrow and he let out a short chuckle. "His father's a pianist and he wakes up to it everyday."
Marinette pulled out her phone, and let out a horrified shriek (Which was not necessary).
"Marinette?" Queen Bee asked, before looking at her phone. Her eyes widened, "Oh."
She let out a groan, then looked at the rockstars. "Any chance I could get your numbers?" she asked awkwardly. "I need to scat, which means I can't continue the interview right now."
He grinned brightly, before pulling out his phone. "Of course! Here.." they exchanged numbers, which took a minute. "What's with the sour face?"
Marinette rolled her eyes. "I have to go with my new friend to meet her friends." she gritted her teeth. "And?" he added quickly. She sighed with defeat. "One of them is a pianist."
He gasped. "That's horrible."
"Worst thing is.." Bee continued for her. "It's the person we dislike the most's son."
Viperion's eyes widened. "No.."
"I'm meeting with Adrien Agreste."