Marinette sprinted down the street, breathing heavily.

She could NOT be late again!

She got to the bus stop right as the doors were closing, and frantically knocked on the glass. Seeing her, the driver sighed. It wasn't the first time Marinette had basically missed the bus before.

Talk about last second, she grumbled as she got on, tripping her way up the steps. "Ah, thank you, sorry!" She panted to the bus driver who just sighed and waited for her to make it onto the bus in relative safety.

She was grateful that she wouldn't have to run the remaining twenty blocks to her internship. Marinette had already gotten in trouble once for being late, she didn't need to be reminded what would happen if she was late again. It wasn't pleasant. And she needed to complete this internship if she wanted to graduate... Glancing around the bus, she noticed that all of the seats were occupied. Ah well, I can stand. Better than being late. Again.

Stumbling her way to the back of the crowded bus, she found a relatively empty space to stand in. As soon as she was secure in her spot, Marinette felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. Letting go of the handle, she dug it out of the pocket of her pastel pink pants. Unfortunately, that was the exact moment the bus driver chose to slam on the brakes. Marinette yelped as she was flung across the aisle. She braced herself for impact, expecting to be flung against the ground or one of the metal poles. What she did not expect was the feel of hands catching her.

"Well hello there. I think you just fell for me," an amused voice said.

Marinette opened her eyes (she hadn't realized she closed them) and saw a pair of piercing green eyes looking back at her, a mixture of amusement and concern present in them. Marinette could feel the blush on her face, embarrassed at the entire situation but amazed at the color of the eyes in front of her. She was pulled out of her trance by the sound of people clapping. The entire bus was clapping and a few people were cheering over how smooth the boy was.

Stumbling back to her feet, Marinette attempted to mutter out an apology. "I wow, I, um… clumsy, sorry!" At this point, Marinette's face felt so hot she was convinced she was going to burst into flames.

"Don't worry about it," the boy chuckled, a slight flush on his face as well. "You can have my seat though, it looks like you need it."

"I, no, I do-don't want to, I can stan-please, it's fine!" Marinette spluttered, eyes wide.

"I really do insist, this is my stop anyways." He smiled widely as he stood, gesturing at his seat with a fake flourishing bow. Marinette giggled nervously and then sank down into the offered seat. Once she was seated, the boy turned to get off of the bus as Marinette tried her best not to make eye contact with anyone. She could feel the other people on the bus staring at her, and could hear the whispers. Probably about how foolish she was.

"Girllllllll! Do you know who that was?!" A voice she didn't recognize squealed by her ear. Marinette looked up to see a short girl with reddish-brown hair standing in front of her, her eyes huge behind her glasses.

"Uhm… no?" Marinette squeaked out.

"Girl. That was Adrien freaking Agreste! The Adrien Agreste, Paris' hottest supermodel!" The girl informed her excitedly, jumping up and down slightly.

Marinette envied her ability to jump on a moving bus and not fall over. Then the girl's words sunk in, and Marinette thought she might faint. "A-adrien?!"

"Yeah girl! And woweee was that romantic!" The girl pretended to swoon, holding the bar for support. "And he totally had the hots for you," she whispered conspiratorially as she hung in front of Marinette's face.

"I don't, no, there's no way, he's not… he doesn't!" Marinette stuttered. "He just, and I was falling, and he was there, and…"

"Oh my god are you in denial," the redhead smirked. "Alya by the way." She straightened up and held out her hand.

"M-Marinette," Marinette muttered, shaking the girl's hand.

"Nice to meet you Marinette! Can I see your phone for a minute?"

"What?" Marinette looked at her like she had grown another head.

"Wow, you are adorable. I can see why he likes you. I just want to put my number in, no need to freak!" The girl, Alya, winked.

"Oh." Marinette handed the girl her phone. She typed for a minute and then handed Marinette's phone back, pulling out her own.

"And… there you go!" Marinette checked the text she had just received. Sure enough, the name in her phone read Alya, Partner in Crime

"Thanks, but what crime are you talking about...?" Marinette said, a little dazed by the entire situation. She glanced out the window. "Oh no! Wait, this is my stop!" She wailed as she got up. The bus driver sighed, stopping the bus, much more gently this time.

"See ya later Marinette!" Alya waved cheerfully as Marinette frantically fled the bus.

xxx

Marinette sighed as she flopped down into an office chair. She had made it on time, barely, and was immediately set to work. Running errands, copying papers, no not that stack of papers Marinette, the identical looking stack from yesterday's meeting! This was the first chance in four hours that she had to sit down, and she was going to take advantage of it. The life of an intern...

She pulled out her phone to check the time, and noticed that she had two notifications from Facebook. Curious, she opened the app. Marinette couldn't remember posting anything recently. Her eyes widened at the two notifications that awaited her.

You are now friends with Adrien Agreste.

Adrien: Hey! Thanks for friending me, it would have been much more difficult for me to find you, even if you are the prettiest girl I've ever seen ;)

It took Marinette a full minute to process what she had just seen. She locked her phone screen and then unlocked it. The notifications appeared as read, but they were both still there. But she hadn't even been on her phone all morning, and certainly not on Facebook… She had been far too rushed this morning, and then that awful bus ride she was trying to forget about. The bus ride... Marinette groaned as she remembered that someone else had been on her phone.

"ALYA!"

AN: Hey there, I'm Jenna and this is my first fic so... let me know what you think? It's based off of a Tumblr prompt that I cannot find at the moment. I'm on Tumblr, same name here and there. Thanks for reading!