Perfect Strangers.(A LukaNette Story)

Alone...

Luka.

I am to meet Marinette at the pier today and I was feeling nervous.I haven't felt this nervous since my first job as a diamond dealer,or since the first time I held a glock in my hands.

But what is there to be nervous about?After all isn't she is a friend?

That was what I am afraid of.

What if I like her to a point of having feelings for her?

No feelings, no trouble.

I'm probably rushing things, like I usually do.But not this one. I want to see how this goes.Not my norm, but I can live with it.

Kinda funny how I came to like Marinette. She is ectastic,optimistic, sees the world with colour, although not much of it,normal-ish,cute.....basically the very opposite of me.

Sure I will give this girl a shot if she wants to.And see how it goes.

What about your double life being a glock wielding, dark and mischieving diamond dealer?

I almost forgot about that.She must never know who I really Am.Chances are if she knows, she will either report me to the fuzz or run away and never see me again.I don't like the latter.

Besides, this is my first time doing this so it doesn't hurt me much if I didn't tell her, if the need arose.But I don't want people that I care about in danger and right now, she is one of them.

Damn it's getting late and I haven't even fixed my trailer house yet for Marinette in case she comes by.I don't do spring cleaning for alleged reasons but this is a gusts coming by, so I have to pull up my socks and get it done.

Two hours later.

When did I last clean this place up?It honestly smelled like dead rats in here, literally. I found five of their carcasses in my trailer.

Disgusting.

And I hadn't done the dishes or restock my grocery inventory since I just order Chinese takeouts,which explains why I have so many carton boxes of  them lying around.

Am I this much of a slob?

And my clothes are all over the place.They aren't washed or kept in their place.Worst of all I misplaced my three glocks in this mess of a trailer.

At least by the end of it all, my trailer looked somehow tidy and manageable.My dirty clothes are on a hanging line outside the trailer.Dishes were done and shelves were restocked.I found the three missing glocks-or as I like to them the 'three musketeers' and hid them in my safe.Any or all dead rats and any other carcasses were disposed of and sprayed some pesticide in case any other unwanted guest comes by next time.

I cleaned my trailer but I forgot myself in the process and no body deodorant could cover the stench I had.And I frankly don't remember the last time I had a shower.

Ten minutes later.

I still have ten minutes to spare before the sun rises.And I still haven't planes where to take Marinette to.The pier would be the last place of the outing.So I had to take her some place just to keep the ball rolling and I have just the right places to go.

I still hadnt picked up my phone only to do so,I found a missed text message and a call.The text from Bluebell, the call however was from the last person I wanted to hear from, Clyde.

I ignored the call and saw Marinette's text.

'Hey Luka'

'You're up early'