Highschool Lovers

Dinner

Hey guys just wanted to clear something up. Adrien's mother Emilie is alive in this story. Gabriel/ Hawkmoth was able to revive her. Idk how but he did so yeah.

It's a Friday evening and I'm sitting in Adrien Agreste's plush living room, my feet propped up on the coffee table as I watch him flip through the channels on the TV. His green eyes scan the options before settling on a cooking show. "Hey, why don't we make dinner for us and my parents?" he suggests, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

I raise an eyebrow at him. "Are you sure you're up for the challenge? I've seen you in the kitchen."

Adrien sticks his tongue out at me. "Hey, I can cook! Besides, it'll be fun. My parents will love it."

I can't help but smile at his enthusiasm. "Alright, let's do it. But I'm warning you, if we end up ordering takeout, it's on you."

Adrien jumps up from the couch, extending a hand to help me up. "Deal. Let's go raid the kitchen."

As we make our way to the kitchen, I can't help but feel a sense of excitement. I've been dating Adrien for a few months now, and every moment with him is a reminder of why I fell for him in the first place. His blond hair falls in his eyes as he scans the ingredients in the fridge, and I resist the urge to reach out and brush it away.

"How about we make spaghetti carbonara?" Adrien suggests, pulling out a package of pasta and a carton of eggs.

"Sounds good to me," I say, grabbing a knife and cutting board to start chopping up the veggies.

As we work together, bantering back and forth and sharing the occasional kiss, I can feel the connection between us growing stronger. Cooking with someone is a intimate experience, and I'm grateful to be sharing it with Adrien.

After a while, Adrien's parents, Gabriel and Emilie, enter the kitchen. "Something smells amazing in here," Emilie says, a smile on her face.

Adrien beams with pride. "We're making spaghetti carbonara. Want to join us?"

Gabriel claps his son on the back. "I think that's a great idea. Let's get to work."

As we all pitch in, the kitchen becomes a hub of activity. The pasta is boiling, the veggies are sautéing, and the sauce is simmering. With four people working together, it doesn't take long before we're ready to eat.

We gather around the dining table, piling our plates high with pasta and passing around the garlic bread. As we dig in, I can't help but feel grateful for this moment. Being able to cook for Adrien and his parents, and sharing this experience with them, is a reminder of how lucky I am to be a part of this family.

As we finish eating, Adrien's parents thank us for the meal and head off to bed, leaving Adrien and I alone in the kitchen. He wraps his arms around my waist and looks into my eyes. "Thank you for helping me make dinner tonight. I had a lot of fun."

I smile up at him. "I had fun too. It was a great way to spend the evening."

Adrien leans in and presses a soft kiss to my lips. "I love you," he murmurs against my mouth.

"I love you too," I reply, melting into the kiss.

As we stand there, wrapped up in each other, I can't help but feel grateful for this moment. Being able to share a simple evening like this with Adrien is a reminder of why I fell for him in the first place. And as we head off to bed, I know that this is a memory I'll cherish forever.