Chapter 3

Here We Go

"Hey stop touching my stuff!", Marinette said, putting all the things back where they belonged. The young man smiled. Making her frustrated was so cute.

"Whatever, Princess."

"Don't call me that", she snarled. Her Chaton used to call her that. In all honestly, she hated Chat.

She hated that he randomly left her.

She hated that she missed his charming smile.

Listening to his voice every morning.

Making her fall in love with him.

Where was he?

"Ey, what is this?", Adrien held up her notebook she was writing in before. "Gimme that!", she grabbed her notebook out of his hands. It's been only a few minutes and she was already disliking the guy. He leaned onto the side of her little table to create that 'bad boy look'. "You are really set on that fashion dream." She nodded. Why was he so annoying? "I have a question." He smiled, "Ask away, Princess." She didn't like the nickname, but she'll have to live with it now.

Marinette sighed, "Why did you agree to marry me?" He sucked in a breath.

He left without a word. He thought it was the best, it'd be easier for him. For her not to convince him to stay or even tempt him. Life in America was kind of horrible (as in complete trash). Adrien had gotten a new girlfriend, which didn't work out well. Another gold-digger. She ended up pregnant with another man's child. Did she think that he would pay for that? On top of it all, they were dating for ten months. She had kept it a secret for three of those months before he noticed the subtle differences.

He didn't return to Paris for the last two years so he wouldn't have to run into Marinette.

The information that was gained a few hours before made him form a plan in his head, though he knew his Princess wouldn't like. This would ensure a long and happy life for him. He knew he was a little too possessive. He thinks he might BPD, but he knew he shouldn't joke around stuff like that. He was desperate. He needed somebody to care for him, to love him.

Somebody the opposite of his father.

Adrien planned on telling her that he was Chat. One day.

He was surprised that his father agreed to this. Grumbling something about, "You really do need to get married" and "Publicity stunt."

"Dad, Marinette isn't a toy. She's a human, so please don't treat like how you treat me."

There was sympathy in his eyes.

But it lasted only for a second.

Adrien snapped back to reality.

"I don't know, my dad made me. So I'm doing it", was the first excuse that came through his stupid mind.

"A daddy's boy, huh?"

This is not what he wanted her to think of him.

"I guess you can say." But in his head he was saying, "WHY DID I DO THAT?"

At this point Mari had bad assumptions about him. So far she knew the following, he was incredibly rude, cocky, follows his father around everywhere, and that he is undoubtedly bored. The model kept touching everything in her room, also weirdly smiling at some of her things. Her phone started ringing.

"Hey girl. Whats up?"

"I'm marrying Adrien Agreste."

"OKAY HOLD UP WHAT?"

"It's a long story", Marinette didn't want to explain the whole story.

"I WILL BE THE FIRST TO REPORT THIS YOU BETTER NOT LET ANYBODY ELSE DO A INTERVIEW!"

Adrien took the phone out of Marinette's hands. "Alya, can you please shut up?" He gradually walked to the other side of the room and they started arguing. It must have been pretty serious cause he kept shouting to Alya in English (Mari knew a few words here and there). After they finished he threw the phone on the bed. The women picked it up and wiped it with her shirt. "How do you know Alya?"

"I'm friends with Nino."

"How are you friends with Nino?"

"You know what? Good question." He then looked at her little black cat stuffed animal. He started toying with it. "Hey? What's this?"

"Don't touch that!"

"Do you think this is really the best situation?", Sabine asked Gabriel. The (turning) white-haired man sighed.

"He hasn't had his mother for a while. I think he might be depressed sometimes, me forcing him to do things he doesn't want to do."

"I don't Marinette to be unhappy too."

The company was doing well in America, buying expensive fashion was the new trend. Gabriel's lowest priced item was about $132 for a phone case. He was planning on opening a new branch in more South American countries, but his son looked gloomy and was becoming a more serious person.

As the duty of the father, he let him come home to see his friends.

He didn't expect for him to ask to get married.

That boy always bring surprises with him.

"I'm only agreeing to this because I need a stable job and money." It hurt Adrien to hear Marinette say that, but in her point of view, he knew where it was coming from. He replied with a nod, still keeping his bored expression. They were shopping for engagement rings before they revealed their relationship to the press.

And boy was he picky.

Alya was supposed to join them (Something about lighting and appearance on websites), then her mom called to remind her of an important family gathering she was suppose to go to. So it was just him and Marinette. Plain Adrien and Marinette. He enjoyed the relief of not trying to adjust his mask to make it look right on him.

"How about this one?", Marinette asked pointing to a ring inside the display case. It was indeed very nice ring with only one diamond in the middle of each of them. He was thinking that she would pick one with loads and dripping of diamonds. Due to her laydown life, she picked a simple ring. Cute. The real question was, was it good enough for the media?

"Just get it and move on. It's just a ring. It's not like it is a wedding ring. An engagement ring holds less value than a wedding ring anyway, let's go."

"Princess, you might want to take in the fact that the press will criticize this ring, look at how expensive it is, see if it looks good on your hand. We need to take all of this into consideration."

"Okay now you're just overanalyzing this."

"Comes with the environment."

Marinette had (and is) being prepped to become Adrien's wife. Natalie introduced her to everybody in the staff, Adrien's whole extended family, and had taken a tour in the Agreste HQ. The only ones she enjoyed were the first and last one, but it was all still extravagant. She also was taught what to do, what not to do. Applying every single groundbreaking rule into her poor soul.

Adrien asked to get a closer look at the ring. After studying it for almost five minutes, he decided to buy it.

When they left the shop, Marinette asked, "Are you actually get on one knee and propose?"

"Well, that would mean I would have to prepare a fancy dinner. And after hanging out with you all afternoon, it seems like you would just ruin the mood."

"I would not!"

"Adrikins!", a loud, familiar voice shouted across the path. Adrien facepalmed and was already trying to find a way out. Even Marinette could recognize the voice and was ready to run in her high heeled boots. Chloé sashayed towards them with multiple bags in hand. When she looked at the girl, she turned her head away with a disgust look on her face.

"Adrikins, why are hanging out with a piece of trash like her?"

"I am not a piece of trash!"

"Just look at your clothes! Are you sure you didn't borrow them from the garbage man?"

"Chloé, I would've thought out of all of Paris, you would know what this piece of 'trash' is. It's from father's new Spring Clothing Line. And don't talk to my fiancée like this."

Chloé gasped. "You're marrying this dump? I mean look at her! Flat chest, flat butt, hideous, not to mention she's mixed. What are you thinking. And, how do you even know this girl?"

"Racist much? What kind of stereotypical as-", Marinette placed a hand over his mouth. "We'll be going now."

When there were out of hearing reach, the girl stood in front of him.

"Why did you stand up for me?"

"Because, you shouldn't be treated like that. And plus", he looked at where they were just standing. "To make sure the paparazzi caught it, to sturn some rumors you know?"

"So you actually didn't really care if I was being mistreated like that?"

He looked at her, "Maybe."

The more I write this I think of BIGBANG's Monster. This format is all wonky, gotta fix that later. SORRY FOR THAT RIDICULOUS ADRIEN IS POSSESSIVE THING. I couldn't really think of anything else to why Gabriel would force a marriage. And wow I was quick with writing this chapter.