Inside Their Heads - Lukanette fanfiction

Ep 12: The Meeting - Marinette POV

Maybe Alya was right, maybe I am a compass. I really do go crazy every time I'm around him. There's no hope for me...

"Marinette, right?" - Juleka's mother asked me.

"Yes, Madam... am, Captain." - I replied, still in my thoughts about Adrien but now looking at her.

She looked at me softly - "Since you're free from your cleaning duties, could you go and tell Luka that we're waiting for him to start rehearsals?"

Luka? Who is that? I've never heard of him until now. - "Of course, b-but who's Luka? A-and where is he?"

"Luka's my son, you'll find him in his cabin." - What? Juleka has a brother? How come I've never known that?

I looked at Alya and she winked at me with a look full of support and understanding. That gave me new strength and I pushed away my thoughts about Adrien and went to search for Luka.

I walked around the inside of the boat searching for him but I couldn't find him. I wonder what he's like, is he like Juleka or...

I never finished my thought. As I was talking to myself in my head I didn't pay so much attention and got startled when I entered the next room and found someone sitting on the bed and... meditating?

The boy was clearly a musician. A beautiful guitar was lying on the bed beside him and he had a guitar pick in his left hand. His nails were painted black, and he had black raven hair with blue colored tips. He was dressed casually and...

...and I couldn't take my eyes of him.

I glanced at his guitar once more and when I got my stare on his face again, my eyes met his sapphire ones.

And he smiled.

My heart skipped a beat.

"U-u-um... h-hey! My name is Ma-Ma...um M-M-M-Marinette!" - why the hell was I stuttering so much?! I've never stuttered this much, not even around Adrien! - "U-um, your mum sent me here... The groove... A-ah, the group is waiting for you." - that's it. I'm officially the awkwardest person on Earth. B-but he's still looking at me with that look... the same look ever since I entered the room, ever since our eyes met.

A kind look with happiness and affection in his eyes, a gentle smile all across his face. Maybe he just feels sorry for me how awkward I am and that affection is actually feeling sorry for me. But still, why can't I look away, why are my eyes fixed with his? What is happening?

"Hello, M-M-M-Marinette!" - he said and put his hand up to his mouth and giggled. Yes, he was definitely feeling sorry for me. And now he was even making fun of me. I was stupid to ever think that it was anything else, what was I thinking.

I guess my face dropped and showed what I was thinking because a moment later he stopped laughing and his hand dropped. He had an apologetic face full of genuine concern on his face and said - "Sorry, I intend to make more sense with this."

He then picked up his guitar and put it in his hands as he was going to play it.

And then he closed his eyes and played it.

He only played one tune but it was enough for me to feel my eyes widen. The sound was amazing. He looked at me and patted a place on the bed beside him. I only then realised I was still standing. I sat down beside him but only sat on the bed with my feet on the floor and turned my head right to face him.

He was completely facing me. He looked at me once more with that gentle smile and then closed his eyes.

"That's strange, it seems you have something like this in your heart." - he said and started playing. This time it was more than one tune. I was looking at him as every note he played reached my heart and calmed it in a way. Which came in handy due to the fact that every time our eyes met it started to beat way too fast. And he was looking at me every few seconds. As he continued to play I found myself closing my eyes to simply enjoy the music and felt my hand reaching for my heart as he was right, in my heart I had exactly what he was playing.