The picture isn't mine!! It's just kinda related to the oneshot and I really loved it, it's so funny! XD (Not to mention, I'm in love with Adrien's hair and his grin XD)

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So, I saw this writing prompt that was 'Write your OTP how your parents met.'

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I'm sure you guys are now wondering why the heck this is titled 'Janitor Love' when this is supposed to be how my parents met. XD

Let's just say that they met in a abnormal, weird way XD

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Enjoy!!

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng was not poor. But she wasn't rich, either.

Instead, she was a young woman who was just trying to survive college and earn a living.

And if you are a college student with student debt, you need money. The result is simple—you accept any and every job you can.

Marinette pushed the building door open with ease. It shut softly behind her.

She walked up to the pink-haired girl at the volunteer desk. She read her name tag.

"Hi, Alix, right? I'm part of the volunteer program. Is this the right place?"

The girl looked up from her phone and smiled at the bluenette.

"That's right! Can I get your name?"

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

Alix handed her a large blue worker vest and a name tag. She directed her to the room where the rest of the volunteers were waiting for their assignments.

The people there looked nice, enough. They were about half-way split; half of them were boys, and the other half were girls.

Marinette felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to see her best friend, Alya.

"Hey, girl!" The curvy girl adjusted her glasses as she spoke.

"Hey! Thanks, again, for volunteering us. I could really use the money."

"Oh course, girl!" Alya wond an arm around Marinete's shoulders. "That's what I'm here for! So we can be broke, together!"

Marinette laughed.

"Alright, everyone!" The instructor said, standing at the front of the room. "Thank you all for volunteering to clean the dorm rooms! These rooms are the ones that were used over the summer, while the semester wasn't in action, and was used by visiting schools in the state. You will need to split up into teams and clean whatever you can until the time stops. If you are caught lounging around, you wil be asked to leave the site, as we do not tolerate slackers."

There was a murmur around the group as they took in her news.\

"Alright," The instructor said. "You will be divided into two groups; one of you will take the East buildings, and the others will take the West ones. Your name tags say what group you are in. Thank you." The instructor got down and walked off.

Amidst the chatter, Marinette looked down at her name tag and saw the word "West" written underneath her name. She turned to Alya and asked what her assigned group was.

"East," the dark-skinned girl replied with a sad smile. "Well, I guess I'll see you later, after work." 

With that, the groups were divided, at last. Marinette's troop of people were relatively nice. She was just thankful that she wasn't in the same group as Lila. Everyone in the group formed a rough line and started filing out of the building, toward the direction of the West buildings. 

It wasn't until she got to the front of the line did Marinette notice the boy who was holding open the doors.

He was tall, with bright green eyes and golden-blonde hair in a swoop style. He leanly-muscled and wore nice clothes and had the volunteer-vest overtop of his outfit.

He had a flirtatious smile on his face as he took in her features. He dropped hid gaze to her name tag and looked back up at her.

"Well, hello, again, Marinette." He said, emphasizing her name. He looked at her, expectantly, like he was waiting for her to entertain him.

Marinette was completely sure that she'd never seen this man, before in her life. She saw his cocky grin and the challenging eyes he had on his face, and she knew he was toying with her. He was trying to mess with her, by pretending to know her. But she wouldn't let him win this. Because if there was one thing about Marinette that was worth remembering, it was that she was very competitive.

"Hello, Adrien," she said, glancing quickly at his name tag, as well. "It's nice to see you, again."

The boy raised his eyebrows in interest.

"I'm always nice to see, m'lady."

Marinette shrugged, nonchalantly, and walked through the door. She was certain that his eyes were still on her, but she paid him no mind. Right now, she didn't need a date, she needed money.

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Hours later, Marinette was grumpy. She was sure that she had cleaned her assigned building from top, to bottom, but there was still an hour left of work. And she did notwant to get caught slacking.

She huffed and looked around.

"Well," she said outloud. "I've already cleaned the windows, but I might as well do them again."

Thirty minutes later, however, she was back in her same dilemma as before. She groaned.

Maybe if she walked around, there'd be something to do.

Less than a minute later, however, she heard someone calling out, in a room to her left. But she couldn't quite make out what they were saying. She walked over and opened the door, cautiously.

"—eady. Set. Hike!!" came a male voice.

Marinette looked around the door just in time to see the blonde boy, from earlier, throw a wet rag across the room and race it to the other end. He caught it with ease. His blonde hair was messy as he threw the rag down on the ground in triumph. 

"Yeah!!" He whisper-yelled. "Touchdown!! And the crowd goes wild!! Yeah!!" He mimicked a screaming crowd as he ran a small victory-lap around the room.

Marinete giggled, a little harder than she'd expected to.

The man quickly stopped his victory lap and spun around in terror at being caught goofing around.

The blunette clapped her hands and also performed a fake-cheer. 

"Woo-hoo! Go Adrien Whatever-your-last-name-is!! Yeah!" She whisper-yelled. 

The boy let out a guffaw.

"You—uh," He broke off. Adrien rubbed the back of his neck in embarassment. "You weren't supposed to see that."

"Maybe not," she said, joking. "But it was very entertaining."

The boy hurriedly bent over to pick up the fallen rag.

"So," Marinette said, changing the subject. "Do you actually play?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Do you actually play football?" She rephrased her question.

"Oh, yeah, I do. Or," he cleared his throat. "At least, I did, in highschool. I was the quarterback!" Adrien smiled, proudly.

"'Was?' You mean you aren't on the college team, here?"

"I mean," the man sighed. "It would be cool, and all, but I think I'll focus on my education. I can't waste these brains just to sit and rot in a football helmet." He joked.

"Hmm, I would never have guessed that you were smart." Marinette said, distracted. "Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that! I just—ugh—sorry, that was rude of me."

"No worries," the guy smiled, kindly, and sat down next to the pretty girl. "Not a lot of people think that athletes are smart, at all. But there are some of us that are. Like me," he continued. "I was tied for first in the school, last year, because there were about five of us with th same GPA score."

"Wow," Marinette marveled, a new-found respect for the man planted in her chest. 

"What about you," He nudged her, the playful look was back in his eyes, again. "Marinette?"

The blue-haired girl ignored his emphasis on her name. 

"I was involved in a lot of activities, last year. Student Council, National Honors Society, any charity events I could find," she started listing them off on her fingers. "And Advanced Choir, Drama, Cheerleading, and my job. And even with all of those, I wasn't 'popular'—not that I wanted to be. I just had my best friend, Alya, with me."

"Whoa, you were a lot more involved than I was." Adrien chuckled. He paused and turned to her.

"I would never have pegged you as a cheerleader." He said, honestly.

Marinette felt a laugh bubble out of her.

"Why? Because 'cheerleaders are airheads?'" She asked. "I thought you didn't believe in stereotypes."

"No, that's not why. I just can't picture you doing a cartwheel—you look like you're very clumsy." Marinette laughed.

"That's because I am very clumsy. I didn't do any of the flips or tricks, I was one of the girls at the bottom who would launch the other girls into the air, or support them in the pyramid formation."

A bell sounded through the intercoms of the buildings—signaling it was time to go home.

"Well," Marinette dusted off her pants. "That was nice."

"I guess it was," Adrien said. He leaned forward, a mischievous look in his eye. "See you, tomorrow, Marinette." He held the door open for her. 

She walked through, tightening her pigtails. She turned to smile at him before parting.

"See you tomorrow, Adrien."

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Okay!! Time to clear things up!!

No, my parents do not actually look like Adrien and Marinette; I just used the character's own descriptions since the story was about them. Also, my parents never went to the same highschool, in case anyone was wondering.

Yes, my parents met while working together as temporary janitors in the college dorms. And my dad did pretend to already know my mom, just to get her attention. Eventually, they got closer together in the workplace and became friends. Then my mom caught my dad throwing a wet rag around—he was a football player in highschool—and she thought it was so funny. My mom also was a cheerleader, and did all of those other activities, as well. 12

I, on the other hand, am not an athletic, productive person. I'd rather sit at home, eat a sandwich, read, write, watch Downton Abbey, and sleep.

Also, I have no clue what their actual dialogue was when they met. I just made most of it up. But I know for sure that they pretended to know each other, when they read their name tags.

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Whooo! I wrote two oneshots in the same day!!! XD (But I didn't post the right away, because this is gonna help me catch up on writing them)

Anyway, I challenge you all to write your OTP a oneshot of how your parents met!! XD And be sure to tag me! I'd love to read it!!!

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Comments?

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Have a nice day!!

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Love ya!

<3Katie