Mixed Up ~ lukloe

Chapter Nine

almost the last chapter :p

Chloe stood up and surveyed her surroundings. There was a high window, much too far for her to jump and random items. She saw a ladder and quietly moved it toward the window. It was locked, but after a broken nail it opened easily. Chloe then stupidly jumped. She knew she'd go splat on the pavement. Chloe braced herself.

"PleasedontletmefallpleasepleasepleaseifIfalltellLukaI-"

Luka caught her, and nearly fell down himself.

"Luka!" she cried, "I thought I'd never see you again!"

She hugged him tightly, both of them crying.

"I love you," Luka said, squeezing her tightly.

"I love you too," Chloe replied, kissing him on the cheek.

Luka let go of her slowly.

A police car pulled up to the house as Chloe got into Marinette's car.

Luka walked up to the policewoman and explained Anarka's abusive and controlling behaviour. She walked into the house and came out with Luka's mom. She was wearing handcuffs. She began swearing extensively, especially when she saw Luka.

Luka opened the car door then sat with Adrien in the back. Chloe was chatting excitedly with Marinette.

Adrien turned to Luka, "You'd better not hurt Chloe,"

Luka was appalled, "What do you mean?"

"She's my best friend. I don't want to see her get hurt again. Especially by you," he said.

"Adrien. I love her," he said faintly.

Adrien smiled and squeezed Luka's arm, "I know, but Chloe's a sensitive person. In fact, don't tell her I said this, but you're the first person— other than me— that she opened up to. She really trusts you so please don't mess this up,"

"Thanks Adrien, and I won't," he promised, "And same with Marinette,"

"Huh?"

"Ugh," Luka said, "I suck at this whole being intimidating stuff,"

"Yeah," Adrien agreed.

"Shut up," Luka said, pushing Adrien playfully.

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"I'm surprised it hasn't been a week yet," Chloe remarked.

"Yeah, it seemed like so long since we first met," Luka said, kissing her softly.

"I'm glad we became partners," she said resting her head on his shoulder.

"Same," he agreed, "I can't imagine being with anyone else,"

Chloe blushed, "Me neither,"

"Want to help me make breakfast?" he asked.

Chloe nodded, "Yeah sure, lets see your secret recipe,"

Luka's cheeks burned bright red as he opened the cabinet to grab some pancake mix. Chloe began laughing hysterically.

"It's not funny," he protested, "I—" but he began laughing.

"And here I was, thinking that you— you used your expertise,"

"Hey!"

Chloe put the box back into the cabinet and looked up a waffle recipe.

She grabbed the egg carton and a huge bowl.

"Come on Luka, I know that you think mixing the mix and the water is difficult, hopefully you can handle this," she teased.

Luka shoved her lightly, making her drop an egg. He swooped down, caught it then cracked it into the bowl.

"Wow, Mr. Chef over here," she giggled, "What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?"

She cracked another one in. Luka grabbed the measuring cup and poured two cups of flour inside.

He dumped it in and started mixing.

After they'd added all the ingredients Chloe found the electric mixer and began mixing the batter. She didn't have much control over it and ended up splattered.

Luka stared at her, hiding his smile with an exaggerated cough.

"Stop pretending like this wouldn't have happened to you," Chloe said, not looking at him.

"Me?" he asked, "Puh-leeze, I'm the top chef,"

"Really?" she asked, "Well you can do the rest, right?"

"W-what? No of course not, you're clearly better at this," he stammered, but he allowed Chloe to lead him to the waffle iron.

"Just dump it in, it's pretty simple," she said, drumming her fingers against the counter.

Luka dumped the smooth thick mixture into the iron.

He stared at it intensely, daring it to move. Chloe rolled her eyes and opened her phone. She planned to listen to music while Luka finished the waffles.

She stared at her playlist. It seemed so boring now that Luka was there. Normally all she listened to was pop music. There were always some catchy lines.

Then she had a sudden thought. Luka was a musician, maybe he had songs of his own. And it wouldn't be creepy or anything to go search him up—right?

She immediately found him and was surprised when she recognized his voice. She looked at him again and her eyes grew wide.

"You're Jagged Stone's son?"

"Huh?" he asked, "Oh— I um, yeah,"

His face showed a hint of a smile.

"Why do you seem so upset about it?"

"I'm not upset," he said, "I'm just a bit tired of everyone considering me Jagged Stone's son, like why can't I be my own person?"

"You are your own person, to be honest, I've never listened to him," Chloe admitted, "He just came to the hotel when I was a kid,"

"Seriously? You're telling me you've never heard his music?"

"No. I've actually only heard you before. I didn't make the connection, but you're playing all over the radios in the US," she said.

"Really?" he asked, smile growing.

"Yeah, everyone's obsessing over your new single, you can't walk through the street without hearing Sweet Summer,"

"That's crazy," he said, "In Paris things have been kinda slow. Everyone sees me as someone trying to make money for Jagged since no one's really into his stuff anymore,"

"Well— sh!t, Luka the waffle!"

Luka jumped and opened the waffle iron. There was a perfectly crisp waffle. Both their mouths began watering as Chloe lifted it out.

"Want to split it?" he asked as she was about to drench it with syrup.

"Not really," she admitted.

He cut it in half ignoring her protests. They ate in a comfortable silence. Forgetting about the rest of the mix.

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