Chapter 2

~Adrien's POV~

I looked out my window as I always did when riding home from school. I had nothing planned for the evening, so I hoped to read over my lines.

Alya seemed to have an amazing story set up for the class to film. The fact that I was leading male didn't surprise me, and I was ultimately grateful that Chloe was not leading female.

I was happy that Marinette would be take the female lead. Acting these scenes with a great friend would be amazing!

I don't mind the fact that's the film is a romance, or the fact that I'm to kiss-

My thoughts we're cut off by my chauffeur suddenly slamming on the brakes. I looked up to see Marinette directly in front of the car.

"Are you okay?!" I called out as I climbed out of the car and ran over to her. She seemed stiff, not surprising. She had almost been hit by a car! My car!

"Y-yeah I'm fine!" She said.

"I'm really sorry." I told her.

"It's... No big deal." She muttered, staring at her feet.

No big deal? How was this no big deal? She could've died!

"Of course, it's a big deal." I said. "I'm excited to film with you! I don't think we would've been able to though, if you had gotten hit."

She looked at me with wide eyes. "You want to film with me?" She asked. "A romance between our characters?"

I gave her a small nod, and earned a huge grin from her in return. "I already know I enjoy spending time with you." I continued. "Filming a Christmas movie with you will be fun."

"Y-yeah!" She said. "I love filming you. I mean... I'd love filming with you."

I let out a slight chuckle. "Would you like a ride home?" I asked. "It's the least I can do for about running you over."

"Actually..." Marinette looked over her shoulder. "That's my house right there."

I looked behind her to see the bakery. How did I not notice it before?

"Right." I said. "Well, I guess I'll see you later?"

"Definitely." She nodded.

I watched her finish crossing the street, turn, and gave me a small wave before going into the bakery. I smiled as I climbed back into my ride.

As soon as I walked into the house, I headed straight to my room. Again, I rolled my eyes as I remembered I was to model. At least my character, Zachary Stone, didn't seem too thrilled about it either.

"Alya seemed to base Zachary off of me." I muttered to myself. He didn't want to model, he was annoyed with the fact he had to, and didn't seem thrilled with getting the number of a girl because he modeled.

I looked at my phone when I noticed it vibrate. A text from Alya.

"Do you have a red muscle shirt you could wear for the scene?"

"I'm sure I have one, my dad being a designer and all."

"Exactly why I asked. You need to model in a red muscle shirt. Thanks!"

"Yeah. No problem."

I sighed and put my phone down. I knelt down and rummaged through my closet. Sure enough I found a red muscle shirt.

I packed it in my school bag and sent another text to Alya. "Got one packed."

A few minutes later I got a reply. "Thanks Adrien! You're the best."

I looked over the script a few more times to know exactly what to say, and when to say it.

As I was reading it through for the fourth time, I heard my phone ringing. Better not be some crazed fangirl.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Adrien Agreste how dare you almost run Marinette over with your car! I don't care that she forgives easily, or that you're the 'perfect' model boy! You got some nerve, Agreste! How do you explain yourself?"

Silence. Alya finally stopped yelling at me so I could respond.

"Alya, I wasn't the one driving." I said.

"So?" She shot back. "She was still almost hit!"

"So... It wouldn't have been me who almost hit her." I replied. "The important thing is the fact that she wasn't hit."

A small squeal came from her side of the call. "Do you care about her?"

"Of course, I do!" I said quickly, thinking she was still mad. "We're great friends!"

"Friends, huh?" Alya asked. "Well, try to open your eyes to her a little bit. For Zachary's sake. She is playing his love interest."

"Hey, being a model has its benefits." I said. "I can fake a smile and make it look real."

"Not what I meant, Adrien." She said. "I told you to open your eyes for a reason. There's this sort of sparkle people get in their eyes when they're in love. You can't always fake it."

"Are you saying I should fall in love with Marinette for the sake of the film?" I asked.

"No!" Alya said quickly. "Er... Not necessarily you, but you need to make sure you're in character. Zachary must have a thing for Marilee."

"Alright." I sighed. "I'll open my eyes as you said."

"Great!" Alya exclaimed. "Oh, and Sabrina called. She said we're good to film at the fire station!"

"That's great!" I couldn't help but smile. I know how much this film would mean to her, and Nino for that matter. I truly hope it goes as planned.

"Listen, Adrien," Alya said. "I have to go. Babysitting."

"No problem." I said. "Have fun. Talk to you later."