𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐹𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝐻𝑜𝓁𝒹𝓈 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒰𝓈 *Slow Updates*

Chapter Two

If you liked the first chapter...GOOD! Because you're in luck! 'Cuz up my sleeve, we're gonna have a little FUUUUUNNNN~ Get it? Genie from Aladdin? *Sighs* miss Robin Williams...

ANYWAYS

I had watched the part 2 of the season finale and I can't decide whether I'm satisfied Marinette seemingly ended up with Luka or she and Adrien have slightly broken apart so Lukanette can become a thing. Don't get me wrong, I love Adrienette, it's just when I saw Luka treating Marinette more than a friend and how caring and concerning he is for her, my heart wouldn't stop beating and I SHIP LUKANETTE NOW. To it's fullest and yes, I may be swayed back to blonde(Adrien) and blue-black but until then it's blue-black (Mari) and blue (Luka).

Anyways, I hope you like this chapter and vote and comment on anything you have questions, comments, or just find a grammar error, it's totally fine with me.

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Passing across the street on his trusty bicycle with his guitar on his back, Luka was ready to comfort his beautiful crush with his newly finished tune. Her last call, he didn't expect. Marinette caught him off guard, but he knew she had been down lately. He wanted nothing more than to see her beautiful smile gracing her features.

Marinette being down in the dumps...it...Luka didn't like it all. He wished he could do more than just be there for her, or sing her a song that'll make her split a smile that would only last for seconds. No. Oh no. He wanted to see that smile all the time.

Thinking of his beautiful crush, Luka peddled quicker across the street, seeing the Dupin-Cheng bakery just a few blocks away. He wondered what she called him for? A shoulder to cry on? A friend to listen to her? Well, whatever it was...Luka was determined to be there.

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Luka, now entering the Dupin-Cheng bakery after chaining his bike to a bar specifically for bike locking. 

Anyway. Luka was greeted with the heavy, and delicious aroma of freshly baked pastries, and the jingle of the bell above the door. Looking around, the bakery seemed practically empty.

"Hello?" He called. 

He received no answer.

Luka didn't want to seem rude, so he walked up to the counter, looking at the call bell sitting on the glass counter.  The bell tempted him to ring it, and so he did. The sharp ding bounces off the bakery walls. Still no answer. Luka rings the bell again.

"Just a second!" A woman's voice shrills from inside the narrow and short hall behind the counter. 

Luka couldn't see anybody. The absence of any person made him think he just hallucinated the voice. Before he could do anything more, a short and stocky woman waddled through the narrow hall. She wore a stained apron that was, or had, sprayed with flour and egg. Her face was smudged with some type of jelly and her bobbed hair had few strands of dough had tangled into it. That's the baker's life, Luka concluded. He wondered if Marinette helped out with the bakery?

Upon seeing the young boy, she brightened with a kind smile. "Hello, young man, what can I do for you today?"

Luka nervously rubs the back of his neck, "I came to see Marinette. I wanted to try and cheer her up." The teen even gestured to the guitar on his back.

"Oh!" The woman's eyes twinkled, clapping her flour and egg covered hands together. "You're a friend of Marinette? She's in her room, I'm afraid. She hasn't come out for a while. I visited her earlier, but even as her mother, I couldn't comfort her." Her smile melted into a worried frown. "I hope you can bring her into the light again."