"It's my turn to spin" Luka exclaimed as he reached for the spinner.

Marinette rolled her eyes playfully and her muscles twitched as his hair tickled the underside of her arm.

"Right foot green" He informed, feeling her glare burn a hole through his head.

Marinette struggled to cross her right leg over her left and go down as far as she could without touching the ground. Her feet just barely brushed the green. Her arms quivered as they began to tire.

Beads of sweat ran down both of their faces. They were only on their third round of Twister, but the way their muscles were stretching and being pulled was draining.

"Okay," She grunted, bending her arms as she reached for the spinner, balancing her weight on her left hand. "Right-hand yellow."

Luka wobbled for a second, attempting to balance himself. The position they were in was already awkward, that was justing icing on top.

Luka's body was backwards so that his stomach faced the ceiling and half of him was under Marinette's body. Her legs crossed over his, and their arms made an "x".

"I got this, I got this, I-" He failed to reach over and his body crashed to the ground, dragging her down with him. "Don't got this." He groaned.

Marinette pushed herself up, pulling her legs out of the painful position. Her arms were on either side of Luka's head and her lips hovered over his.

His lips were chapped, and she couldn't help but wonder what they would feel like on her own. Adrien's were always soft, one of his perfect qualities. But then here was Luka, not in perfection a hundred percent, pulling her in.

"I don't think we should play this anymore" Marinette giggled as she pushed herself off from on top of him.

His scent was so thick, it swirled around her head and every time she inhaled, it was followed by a blissful exhale.

"Alright, fine. How about instead we play would you rather" Luka huffed as the sound of tires squealing played in the background.

"Alright, alright. But I go first this time" Marinette stated, pushing herself up.

Luka nodded his head in agreement and the two began to get ready to settle down. The lights were turned off, the game was put away, and pillows and blankets were thrown on top of each other.

It was only eleven o'clock and they were already on "Tokyo Drift". Marinette's blanket pooled around her neck and Luka's draped over his head. The gentle scent of popcorn still hung in the air, and the fruity taste of gummy bears remained in her mouth.

"Would you rather live in poverty until you're eighty or live in riches until you're forty?" Marinette felt her smile widen as she watched him consider the different options.

"Well, I guess it depends" He shrugged finally, his blue eyes flickering to the tv.

"On what?" The bluenette pried, snuggling herself into the mountain of pillows behind her.

Luka glanced at her, holding her eyes as he responded.

"If you were in either of those lives."

Eight little words caused her heart to flutter and her eyes to widen slightly. Darkness surrounded them except the dull light the tv offered. Marinette hoped he could see her face flush.

"Okay, my turn. Would you rather.........." Luka trailed off, thinking of something good. "Get stabbed by needles every time you made a new outfit or every time you show your outfits on a catwalk, you trip."

Marinette would bleed to death if she went with the first one. She was constantly working on outfits and sometimes she didn't even finish one before she worked on another.

   But then again, sometimes she couldn't always afford to pay someone to be a model. Alya and a few others from highschool offered sometimes, but they weren't on call twenty-four hours a day.

"That's a good one. I suppose I'd just get stabbed every time. Then I could take the precautions of always wearing heavy armor stuff." They both gave a soft laugh at the image, Luka's being cuter then what Marinette's was.

The questions bounced back and forth a little bit until they began to tire from the game.

"Two truths and a lie" Marinette offered after a few minutes of watching the movie.

"Excuse me?" Luka asked, tearing his attention away from the car crash.

"You know, two truths and a lie."

Playing the game with the people she normally did wasn't as fun as it used to be. Probably because they knew almost everything about her. Semi lucky for her, Luka had gone off long enough for either of them to get the results one hundred percent correct.

"Sounds fun. I'll let you begin again." Luka announced, shifting his body so it was facing her again.

Marinette thought back a few years. Two truths and a lie. What was something that would sound true but wasn't? That she actually had a hamster for a while? That her favorite toy to play with as a little girl was a barbie doll?

An idea struck Marinette and her lips curled into a smirk. She rubbed her hands together.

"I had a crush on Nathaniel. I wanted to be a fashion designer as a little girl. And my favorite Paris superhero  is Ladybug." It seemed hard enough for her. All seemed pretty likely.

"Well, I know the first one is the truth" Luka noted, his eyebrows pulling together in thought. "I remember hearing you talking Alya in high school about it." Marinette's eyes widened with surprise.

"And based off what you told me earlier, although you believe Ladybug is superior to you, knowing you you don't like to be reminded of something you're not. Which for the record, you are in my book." He pointed at her, giving her a serious look.

"So I want to say that your favorite hero isn't Ladybug." Luka was correct, much to Marinette's surprise.

   Not that she thought he couldn't figure it out, but that he would remember those things about her. And if she were telling the truth to herself, it made her feel slightly special.

"You actually won that round. I had a crush on Nathaniel, but I swear it only lasted three days. When I was a little girl, I dreamed about being a fashion model. I loved fashion and I just loved dressing up more." Marinette explained.

A yawn escaped her lips and Luka tilted his head.

"It's getting late, maybe we should call it quits." He commented watching as she wiped the tears created by the yawn.

"No. Absolutely not." Marinette denied, lightly smacking her cheeks. "We are going to watch the series out and you are going to take a turn." No way was she going to let him be skipped over something as little as her being tired.

Luka watched her for a few moments, studying her actions to make sure she could handle staying up. Finding what he was looking for, he nodded his head.

"My first instrument was a guitar. I first dyed my hair when I was thirteen. I had a dog named Scruff" Luka listed the three things off smoothly, not taking nearly as much as time as she did.

Marinette tried to think things through like he did. She wasn't sure what his first instrument was, she only knew he loved guitar. She didn't know Luka when he was thirteen, but she did know his sister.

Juekla wasn't big on talking then, but when she did, she used to talk non stop about being able to have her tips dyed purple. It was most likely the second was treated the same as the first so that was probably true.

The dog named Scruff? People normally share pictures of their dogs. Marinette had never seen any pictures of any dogs that he had owned. Besides, she wasn't even sure Luka's mom would allow any pets on her boat.

"You owning a dog named Scruff is a lie"

"Incorrect"

Marinette felt her face heat up with embarrassment. She had gotten it wrong. Making him feel the way he made her feel was already off the table.

"When I was seven my father got me a dog. It was a little thing, but I loved it. My first instrument was actually a harmonica. It sounds weird, but JJ was already learning electric guitar and my mom played the keyboard. It was actually really good harmony. You already know about the hair, I presume" Luka explained.

Silence lapsed between the two. Maybe this wasn't the game she wanted to play. It was an unreasonable reason, but it was enough to make her insides churn.

"You know" She began, turning away from him. "The first year you were gone, things seemed really weird?"

Luka's interest was piqued. "How so?"

"Well it was just strange not having you around, you know? I didn't have the opportunity to hear you and the band sing every other Friday night, a new partner in the monthly meeting of several adults acting like kids, and overall I just missed your presence at the bakery."

Marinette didn't know why she was telling him this. Luka has already known she had missed him. But she didn't need to go into detail and possibly embarrass herself. When she searched for a truthful answer, it was because of how he's treated her the last forty-eight hours.

Anyone else would've offered to be there for her in her time of need, but it wasn't anyone else. It was Luka Couffaine. The boy who she had the slightest crush on in high school. Who got her compass going crazy whenever she was around him.

"I know exactly what you mean" Luka sighed, dragging a hand through his messy hair. Her eyes followed his hand and she realized how much she loved it. His hair and how smooth it looked, even as a wreck.

Luka stared at her, not bothering to hide it. Looking at her, he realized how damn perfect she was. Her plump cheeks and the hair that framed them. Her naturally bubbly personality and the cuteness that came with her. Like a package deal.

"You and I were going somewhere, weren't we?" At this point, Luka sounded like he was talking to himself. "Then I had to leave to go to college." He shook his head.

Marinette lowered her eyes, not knowing whether or not he wanted her to respond.

"And I never even came over to said hi." Luka groaned and dropped his head into his hands. "God Marinette, the fact that you're here with me and even speaking to me is a wonder."

Marinette tilted her head as she pulled herself next to him. She rested a hand on his shoulder, noticing how he twitched.

"Luka, you were never obligated to drop by my place. You had things to do and that was understandable." Marinette assured, running her hand up and down his back.

Luka turned his head to her with his lips pressed together. He squinted his eyes at her, attempting to make out her expression in the dark. Sincere.

"Marinette" He groaned, letting his head fall back into its earlier position. "I shouldn't have been "obligated". I should've visited one of my best friends simply because I enjoyed your presence."

Marinette couldn't lie, she had been slightly disappointed when he never paid her a visit. But seeing him like this, she couldn't hold it against him. Especially not when he regretted it so much.

"Oh come on. You should never feel like you have to feel guilty. Because Luka, how will you ever feel close to me if you feel bad every time you see me?"

She could feel his tense muscles relax under her touch as he sighed.

"Marinette" He chuckled, brushing hair out his face. "I swear I'll find a way to make up the lost time" Luka straightened his posture as he turned to her.

"You're already doing a really good job" Marinette whispered softly, resting her head on his shoulder.

Luka smiled as he looked down at her, watching as her eyes fluttered closed and her breathing slowed. He pressed his lips to her forehead, lingering for a few seconds.
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Author's notes:
Hello lovely little readers! I just wanted to say that I am starting a collab fan fiction with kokichiko! The story will be on her account and it's Lukadrien. The first part is finished, and you should follow her anyways so you know when she updates because her writing style is really cute and descriptive. Here's the cover so you know it when you see it.

I am doing good so far on updating (knock on wood I don't jinx myself) and I hope to see you all back Wednesday! Don't forget to comment, vote, and drop fluff ideas in the comments! Buenos días o noches!