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Ok so I know there's been a lot of drama going on here lately so hopefully this lighthearted chapter will make you laugh.

Marinette's POV

Why does life hate me?

Is it because I never forwarded those chain messages in 2010? 

I kind of hope so.

My phone rang today.

It was Luka.

Don't ask me how he got my number.

"Hey, baby, quite a show you put up there." I could literally see his smirk through the line. 

"What do you want, Luka?"

"I think you know what I want, Mari."

"Leave me alone."

"I don't think you want that, Princess."

"Don't." I hissed. "You dare call me that."

"Why not?" He completely waved off my threatening tone. "Isn't it what that guy called you? The model? Is he your boyfriend?"

I scoffed. "Why would I date someone like him? I'm way too good for him."

"Not wrong at all. Anyway, Princess, I'm feeling kinda lonely tonight-"

"I knew this was a waste of time."

"NO WAIT MARI PLEASE DONT HANG UP!"

"Whaddaya want, you freaking idiot?!" 

"....I need a favor." I could feel his cringe. "Meet me in the park today?"

Adrien's POV (the next day)

I was going to meet up with this blue haired guy. Like it or not, I had to hear what he had to say. And besides, there could be some pretty nice girls to pick over there, since it was a photoshoot after all. 

"Adrien," the blue dude smiled when I saw him. "I'm glad you decided to show. You know you're an hour late."

"Yeah, yeah, what do I have to do?"

"Just your usual modeling stuff. Oh, here's the girl you'll be modeling with.  Allison Courte. I assume you've heard of her?"

He handed me a picture of a girl, who, in retrospect was quite sexy. No wonder she was a famous model. Her midnight hair and innocent eyes reminded me of certain someone. Of course, Marinette never wore makeup and she didn't have big boobs either.

I don't even know why I liked her.

"Just to inform you, that was the girl you were supposed to be modeling with." Luka added casually.

"What do you mean?"

"She cancelled due to some emergency or whatever. We'll have a stand in model for today, so please cooperate with us."

I rolled my eyes. Some "stand in model"huh? Probably an amateur, or worse, a die hard Agreste fan. She's probably not even that pretty. 

"May I know who this person is?"

"Nope." Luka flashed me a cocky grin. "You'll see."

Oh god.

Marinette's POV.

Right, so you wanna know who the stand in model was?

Guess what suckers, life truly loathes me!

"Marinette, are you ready to meet the guy you're modeling with?"

"How much am I getting paid, again?" I asked, probably for the 5th time.

"500 dollars an hour." I noticed the smirk on Luka's face when he said this. "And yes, I can afford it."

"I didn't ask if you could."'

500 hundred dollars an hour... the simplicity of the idea made me melt. Those damn bills wouldn't be a problem for a while this way. And maybe Luka will stop following me after this too. All my problems could have been solved. 

Could have been.

If it weren't for a certain blonde who had to just barge into it and ruin everything.

Adrien Agreste, of course. 

"Marinette." He frowned down at me, and the disgust in his tone was obvious.

"Adrien," I smiled mockingly. "I see you've turned to your Father for sanctuary once again. Returning to your old modeling job, the usual."

"What about you?" He glared at me. "What the heck are you doing here?"

"Well, the guy who is most definetely NOT my boyfriend asked me to stand in for one of his models. And it can't possibly be that hard, besides, those bills will take care of themselves.So, in other words,I don't need you anymore, Agreste." I crossed my hands over her chest proud of my accomplishments. 

Adrien scoffed as my proud look turned into confusion."What's so funny?"

"Well, guess what, Princess, I'm the guy your modeling with."

The camera guy's point of view:

I watched as our two models walked onto the platform. I waited for a while for them to adjust themselves,but they just stood there,doing nothing.

"What are you doing?" I asked the bluenette.

"What...me?"She pointed to herself. "I'm just ...um, standing here..."

"Move closer," I insisted. "Don't act like you're strangers.Act like a couple."

She scooched closer to Adrien, and reluctantly held his hand. "Like this?"

Adrien rolled his eyes and muttered, "Idiot."

"What did you call me?"

"Stupid."

"You little-"

"Hey!" I interrupted. "Mr. Agreste, sit on something.A sofa.Yes,bring him a sofa."

Once they bought the sofa, I instructed Adrien to casually sit on it. 

"Now, blue one,sit on his lap."

Her face turned red. "W-What? No, I can't. What the heck-what kind of job is this?"

"Please, miss, if you want your paycheck, sit on his lap."

She grumbled something and obeyed, still a red tomato.Adrien looked strangely calm.in fact, I would even say he looked happy.

"Adrien,put your hand around her wait, and blue one, wrap one arm around his neck."

God, these were complete amateurs.

"Adrien, you need to bury your head in her neck.And blue one, arch your back more."

I saw Adrien sneakily stick his tongue out as Marinette squeaked and hissed in response. 

"You idiot,what the hell is wrong with you?"

"What? Doesn't that make the moment even more memorable?"

"Stupid!"

"Loser!"

I sighed, snapping the photo. "Alright,next position. We still need the sofa. Blue one,you're going to want to lie down on it. And Adrien, crawl on top of her and look into each other's eyes. Oh yes, it would be great if you stuck your hand up her shirt too.Thank you."

Yeah,let's stop there. Vote, comment, and follow me if you want a part two of the modeling session. Also,please don't comment about my modeling knowledge I honestly have no clue I just threw something on the screen.

BYE!