1. New Roommate
Marinette added the final touches to her last outfit for her new Summer Solstice line. They were to be modelled at five am and published by tomorrow on the day of the Summer Solstice. Being a famous fashion designer wasn't always easy. But Marinette had always managed. After all, she had no distractions and so she had all the time in the world ... for herself.
Adrien had just finished helping his parents out. They ran a cafe in New York that only used organic ingredients. Adrien often helped out at the cafe but he aspired to be a model. Not an underwear model but an actual one who would model ensembles that were created by famous fashion designers such as the Dupain-Cheng brand. The problem was that Adrien's parents needed his help to run the cafe.
Ever since his mother had fallen ill, it was up to Adrien to help out as much as possible, even if it did get in his way of his dreams of becoming a model. His father, Mr Agreste spent most of his time and savings for her treatment, including Adrien's college fund. Adrien thought he would never be able to go to college and train to be a professional model. Then one day he received a letter saying he had bagged himself a scholarship at "Ecole de la Chambre Syndicale de la Couture Parisienne,".
It had begun when Adrien was at the beach in California for the Summer staying with Chloe, his girlfriend, in her Summerhouse. A fashion show had taken place and one of the teen models had an allergic reaction to something. Nikki, the manager had seen Adrien and thought he was a replacement model with his golden hair and emerald eyes. There had been a few college scouts there and when they heard Adrien's story they were Adrien hadn't had thought much about it that time. But now he did
The phone call that came days after receiving the letter went like this:
"Hello, is this Adrien Agreste I am speaking to?"
"Umm, yes. How may I help you?"
"As you may now know, you have just been given the opportunity to study fashion in France,"
"Why yes! I received a letter about it four days ago,"
"Well, Mr Agreste, what do you think?"
"I am afraid I will have to decline you offer sir,"
"And why is that son?"
"Unfortunately, my family is having some financial issues at the moment and I will not be able to pay for flights and accommodation,"
"Well fortunately for you, the small group of people who are given scholarships have no need for money, as we pay for flights and accommodation, and of course after that, you may apply for the student grant,"
"Well then, Sir I would like to accept your offer,"
"Excellent! We look forward to hearing from you soon,"
But that was all two months ago. Adrien was told he would have to come to France a bit earlier because of some shit. So here he was, on an aeroplane to France, with his parent's blessing. Adrien had never been so nervous in his whole life. If he f*cked up now, it would disappoint his parents back in New York. As America disappeared beneath the clouds Adrien could feel is eyelids drooping. He had stayed up all night trying to leave things to organise. Even bits that weren't his job like cleaning the bathrooms. After a long tiring night, Adrien fell into a fitful sleep.
"But why must I have a roommate Mother?," complained Marinette.
"Because that is how the college authorities want it," replied Sabine Dupain-Cheng.
"Yes but can we not pay them, I mean like I have enough money myself,"
"Having a roommate will broaden your horizons a bit, now shut up and go to your room, I want you to be able to recite all the famous landmarks of Ireland before your tutor arrives. This is your last is your last lesson with her before you leave. Make me and Tomas proud,"
"Yes mother," immediately and with that, Marinette left the room.
The next day, when Adrien arrives at the airport immediately escorted to a privat chaffeur which took him to Ecole de la Chambre Syndicale de la Couture Parisienne. Here he was met by Monsieur Damocles the reason Adrien was here.
"Bonjour Adrien, ça va?," he asked, but Adrien just stood there with a slightly baffled look.
"Sorry, Monsieur Damocles, I do not speak French as I had chosen Spanish in high school, I never imagined I would be coming to France to study and so..,"
"No worries son, your new roommate has lived in France all her life, I am sure she will be happy to help you out,"
"Okay," replied Adrien wondering if he and his roommate would get along.
"Right this way, Adrien," said Monsieur Damocles as he lead Adrien to his new room.
Adrien's new room was large. It was divided in two. One side was bare with a bed, a window beside it and lamps coming out from the bed. It also had a large chest of drawers at the foot of the bed and a night stand beside the bed. There was laso a other side of the room had the same furniture and was decorated with pink cherry blossoms accompanied with black lining. At the end of the room was a table that started from his side of the room and ended at his roommates sidte. It had tow chairs and four lamps coming out of the wall.
"I'll leave you get settled Adrien," and with that Monsieur Damocles left.
The first thing Adrien did was check out what was behind the mysterious door. It was a bathroom. But not just any bathroom. It was without a doubt the biggest bathroom Adrien had ever seen. It had a shower and a large bath tub with mant whirlpools.
For the rest of the day Adrien spent his time unpacking. Inside his night stand was a key to his dorm and his night stand. He looped the keys through the chain of a pendant always he wore.
The pendant had been a gift from his mother before she fell ill.
On the night stand Adrien placed a picture of him with his parents, a bottle of water and a novel he was currently reading. Inside the night stand he placed a couple of journals including his current one before locking it.
He was about to head out and explore when in came a young lady, around his age and for some reason she looked oddly familiar.
She had dark blue hair, almost black which was in a bun. Her bluebell eyes seemed upset, as if life had let her down. She wore a pink shirt which showed her delicate shoulders with black leggings and pinks flats with black lining.
"Hi," he began.
"I'm Adrien Agreste, you're new roommate,"
"Duly noted," she replied,
"And you are. . .," asked Adrien. The girl looked surprised at first but then sighed as if saying her name was a burden
"My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng."
Hello my lovely readers. As you may know, the Dupain-Cheng brand in this story is famous one. How? Find out yourselves in the next chapter. . . once I decide to publish it. Also remember to read my other story Miraculous Love, which I will update more frequently as it is my main story.
