『The Rhythm Of Despair』

20|Hopes

Marinette's P.O.V

It's already morning, I spent my night, sitting on the bench thinking about Luka.. Which was strange since I usually think about Adrien.

Luka fell asleep on the grass with his guitar in his tight grip like a protective cage with a smile brighter than a star carved across his face.

My cheeks were still burning red and my heart was beating loudly with heat consistently warming up my body.

Am I okay?

I can also feel my stomach growling.

Luka was up and playing a sweet melody which went greatly with the beautiful sunrise, the glowing yellow ball of heat up in the sky.

I stand up and Luka turns around to look at me.

He stands up too, "are you hungry?"

I lower my face, looking away from him and nod since no words of mine were willing to come out of my mouth.

"Well, I don't have any food."

I should probably say that I've seen some potatoes lying around and that I'm a good cook.

"I.. I.. Cook can!"

I look at him in embarrassment, realizing that I didn't mean to say that as my cheeks flush a bright pink, I try again and say, "I cook know to!"

I feel my cheeks burning up because I really didn't want to say that.

He looks at me and giggles slightly, "it's alright.. I understand."

I look away from him and run to find those potatoes.

Obviously there's no kitchen out here but there are sticks and rocks which would be a great oven! Come on Marinette, be creative!

My cheeks were back to their normal color, it would stay like that if I stay far away from Luka.

I pick two potatoes from the ground and wash it with bottled water that I had in my mini purse but ended up lying on the grass.

I get a lot of skinny sticks and place them on the ground. I get two big rocks which I try to rub against one another to create a spark which I was not strong enough to make it work.

Suddenly I feel a strong but gentle pair of hands take hold of mine which made my cheeks form a reddish-pinkish color. The hands were definitely Luka's. My mouth drops when I feel him and his soft, warm breath against the back of me.

"If you're trying to make a spark.. I'll help you with that."

He takes the rocks from my hand whilst moving slightly away from me and rubs the rocks hard against each other creating a spark which hit against the sticks that were lying on the grass.

He throws the rocks away and I take hold of those two potatoes which I peel the skin off of both and I warm up each one by the heat of the fire and the sun.

After heating them up, we both eat the warm potatoes, munching the sweetness of them.

When we were done eating and Luka was about to take the fire out, an idea rings in my head.

"Luka! Luka!"

He looks at me on confusion.

"Don't take the fire out!" I say. "It could be our SOS symbol."

He grins, "you're a genius, Marinette!"

He leaves the fire alone as we wait and wait for some help to arrive.

- - -

It felt like hours have passed away but there was still no sign for any help.

We stand up and begin walking together.

He was walking quite fast, I was behind him and purposely not trying to pick up the same speed.

I look down, remembering the kiss, his lips touching my forehead.

Why did he do that? My heart is aching so much because of him.

"Marinette!" I hear a voice which was not Luka's.

I guess, even trusting your hopes will help in the end.