Marinette,s POV

Bills. Bills. Bills. Bills. What was I going to do? I needed Alya. 

"Alya!" I yelled into the phone.

"Whoa, girl, what's wrong? A plane flying at you or something?"

"Yes! And it's called Tax Airlines!" I sighed.

"Ooh, them bills. Sorry, but, um, my parents take care of that..." Alya said. 

"I just...can we have a girls' night out?" I pleaded.

Alya's eyes lit up. "Yes, it's been forever! I'm thinking pizza and a good romance?"

"Definitely!" I agreed, smiling. "At your place?"

"What? We'll just go to a pizza place for dinner and a movie theater after, and see what they got. My parents will probably ruin the experience, and I'm guessing you don't have a TV?"

"Yeah." I sighed, "Anyway, see you at 6."

"See you girl!"

I laughed excitedly as I grabbed my purse and rushed out the door. Hopefully the bills won't find me at the restaurant or theater.

Time skip (cuz I'm lazy) *eats pizza and watches movie*

That movie was amazing! It was a better love story than Twilight! Seriously, I SHIP THEM SO HARD!!

I skipped through the lobby, and even acknowledged my boss for once.

"Good night, ma'am!"

"Well, this isn't a good night for me, sissy.The place is still dirty. And why's that, because SOMEONE skipped their shift tonight!" Liz hissed.

For once, I didn't care what she said. "Apologies, ma'am! I promise I'll work tomorrow!"

I hopped into the elevator, pressing the buttons with a smile on my face. 

"Well, you're in a good mood today, Marinette." My neighbor, Ms. Chamack (who was in the elevator with me) said.

"I am indeed, Ms. Chamack. It's been a while since I had a night as fun as this one!"I laughed.

Nadia smiled. "I'm happy to hear that, Marinette. For a girl in 11th grade, you work much too hard."

I shrugged. "What can I do? I'm not exactly in control of it. But you're right," I sighed. "I do worry about things that an 11th grader isn't supposed to care about."

"Like, perhaps, bills?" Nadia asked.

I gulped. "Y...Yes."

"Marinette, I'm sorry to ruin your wonderful evening with a lecture, but you need a provider. At times like this, working harder doesn't help.Time is of the essence. You should find someone to loan you the money you need."

"Of course, Ms. Chamack. I'm working on it." I was starting to get a headache. 

Nadia smiled. "And Marinette, how many times have I told you to call me Nadia?" With that, she stepped off the elevator."

She was right. I needed money,fast. But where? Money cant just appear from thin air.

As I made my way to my room, I started to hear strange noises. It was 11:00 pm, which was kind of late, so it was quiet. Usually.

As I got closer to my room, the noises started to sound like moaning words.

Eventually, I could make out what they said.

"Ooh, Adrien..."

"Faster, Adrien..."

"Mmm...Adrien...More..."

I jammed my key into the  lock, and swung the door open. "ADRIEN!!!!!!"

Adrien had made himself completely at home. He was in his underwear, busy sucking some girl's neck who was in nothing but her bra and underwear. In fact, I recognized her. The brunette from the other day. the perverted idiot.

"PERVERTED IDIOTS!!!" I yelled. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Adrien did nothing but chuckle, as the girl scrambled for a blanket to cover herself.

"Wow, Princess, you really do ruin my fun." He said.

"THIS is what you call fun?! Whatever happened to some Netflix and chill?" I ran a hand thorugh my hair. "Just get out."

Perect ending, right?