I knew Adrien and Luka would have to meet eventually, sure. But so soon after I had made that promise with Adrien? 

Who the hell was doing this to me, seriously?

I had been lounging in my room, as usual on a Sunday, and had taken a break from both my French and Chinese books, picking up something random off the coffee table in the family room. I got comfortable on the couch, the television on low volume, leaving just a small amount of background noise just there around the room.

I had picking up a fashion magazine, and since the other magazines were about celebrities and houses, this was the next best thing.

Then I kept reading.

And reading.

And suddenly, I was curious enough to pick up the other edition because, wow, fashion here is so different than what I knew.

"Marinette," my mom called, "we have visitors! Mrs. Couffaine is here with Luka!" 

Unfortunately for her, I was too sucked into this weird state in where I focused solely on what was right in front of me.

Luka had apparently come in, and sat not too far from me, his guitar with him, and began playing idly. 

Then I was looking up at him, confused to his presence.

"When did you get here?" I asked him, and he just smiled at me, shaking his head. I had learning that Luka didn't talk much, and the liked to express himself a lot with his guitar.

He was really advanced for being eight.

"Let's go up to my room," I pointed up, smiling at him. I hugged the issue to me as we climbed up the stairs.

As usual, he sat on the floor, leaning against my bed, while I sat on it. Leaning back into my pillows and stuffed animals, I opened the magazine again, and was once again sucked into it.

Then,  I heard my mother again.

"Oh, Emilie! Hello, what a nice surprise! Come, Anarka is here, you guys can meet! Adrien, if you want, Marinette and her friend are up in her room."

"Thanks, Mama Sabine!" 

And that's how I found myself in my current situation.

-

"Who are you?" Adrien glared at Luka, who didn't seem to like him either. 

"I'm Luka" he answered, shifting, uncomfortable.

Marinette, looked up from her magazine, noticing Adrien, finally. She blinked, "Oh," she smiled, "hi, Adrien. I didn't know you were coming over."

"We were passing by," he dismissed, still staring at Luka, who held his gaze as well. "So this is Luka."

"Yeah. Luka, this is Adrien, my best friend," his chest seem to puff up and Luka frowned. "Adrien, this is Luka, my new friend that I told you about. Juleka isn't here today, though."

Luka nodded while Adrien rolled his eyes, "Delighted." He assessed their current positions and looked confused, "What are you guys even doing?"

"I'm reading," Marinette explained, "and Luka is playing his guitar. It's what we usually do if Juleka isn't here."

"That's boring," he whined.

Luka raised his eyebrow at the younger male, was this boy seriously Marinette's best friend? He had honestly thought that Marinette didn't stick too close to...childish kids her age. He knew he was mature for his age, but Marinette...she was a whole other level of mature. It was almost scary.

"I'm a boring person," she said dryly.

"But you aren't," Luka looked back at her, smiling. "You're actually quite interesting." She scoffed but said nothing. Adrien fumed at the compliment that Luka slipped in so easily.

Who does he think he is?

"Nette!" He called, climbing onto the bed and crawled over, lying down next to her. "It's three in the afternoon, dad will be mad if I don't take my nap. Will you sing for me?" He asked, looking at Luka with a smug smile.

Now this was new to Luka, he didn't even know that Marinette liked to sing.

"Sure," she finally put her magazine down, "what do you want me to sing?"

"Lavender's Blue!" he grinned, snuggling into her side as she habitually began playing with his hair. 

(Song is from the 2015 Cinderella Movie, which neither belong to me; I just really like this song. /shrugs)

"Lavender's Blue, dilly, dilly, lavender's green.

When I am king, dilly, dilly, you shall be queen.

Who told you so, dilly, dilly, who told you so?

'Twas my own heart, dilly, dilly, that told me so."

Her voice wasn't perfect, of course, it wasn't trained. But she knew how to sing, how to keep notes. Add the fact that she was still a child, her voice was still raw. Unpolished. 

But Luka was more curious about the song.

"Call up your men, dilly, dilly, set them to work,

Some to the plough, dilly, dilly, some to the fork.

Some to make hay, dilly, dilly, some to cut corn,

While you and I, dilly, dilly, keep ourselves warm.

"Lavender's green, dilly, dilly, lavender's blue,

If you love me, dilly, dilly, I will love you.

Let the birds sing, dilly, dilly, and the lambs play,

We shall be safe, dilly, dilly, out of harms way.

"I love to dance, dilly, dilly, I love to sing,

When I am queen, dilly, dilly, you'll be my king.

Who told me so, dilly, dilly, who told me so?

I told myself, dilly, dilly, I told me so."

-

Adrien was breathing softly, hands clutching the material of her shirt, fast asleep. Luka blinked slowly, adjusting to the light of the room, his head now on a pillow.

There was hushed whispers, one sounding a lot like her mother. He turned his head, cracking open his eyes. "Mom?" 

"Oh, Luka," his mom whispered, smiling at him, "you're awake?"

"I guess?" he rubbed his eyes, but not moving from his spot, "I don't remember falling asleep."

"It's okay, Luka, we didn't want to wake you three either way."

"Three?" 

She just laughed, "Open your eyes, numb-skull."

So he did, and then he realized that his pillow was actually Marinette's arm, which wrapped loosely around to his back. Her other was resting in Adrien's hair, which was a mess at this point, his head resting on her stomach, curled into a ball next to her. 

Marinette herself didn't look like she was comfortable, yet she seemed to be sleeping just fine with the two boys on her. 

He sat up quickly, disturbing Marinette, who grumbled, turning her head as she re-positioned her arm. He looked over to his mother, seeing the other two with her, smiling at them in that weird motherly way.

"Please tell me you didn't take pictures."

"We took plenty."

He dropped his head in his hands. 

"How did I even get up here? I was on the floor!"

"We came to check on you guys earlier, Marinette was still awake then, she asked us to help move you up so you would be more comfortable. We came back, and you all had situated yourselves- it was too cute to not take pictures!" Emilie gushed in a one breath, Sabine reminding her the breathe. 

He groaned.

Why are mothers so embarrassing?