Dream a little dream of me -Miraculous Au

Chapter Six

Door. People. Chest. Floor. Those thoughts are spinning in my head as I lay in someone's arms. My eyes stay shut as I try to come to terms with the pain from my head, which is throbbing so loudly, that everyone around me is nothing but a whisper. It sounds like they're calling my name. Yet, apart from the hammering in my skull and the sensation of warm liquid running down my neck, the only thing I can focus on are the arms that hold me. Big, muscular, and oddly comforting. All I want to do is snuggle myself in them. So I do.

"I think she's regaining consciousness." A squeaky voice says. The colour pink rushes to my mind as soon as I hear it.

"Should we call an ambulance?" A panicked voice asks.

I feel my head being lifted and I barely winch. Hands pat along my scalp and my hair, then I hear them on the floor. The same floor I fell on a few seconds ago. Door. People. Chest. Floor.

"No, she's not bleeding. Rose, go fetch some ice." Whoever is speaking has a very soothing but alert voice. It almost makes me want to get up, but then I remember the pain. "Alya, you can stay here with Nino, I can take her home."

When did Nino get here? That would explain the electronic music that's playing on repeat without a DJ mixing it up.

"Are you sure? You came all this way from America to play here tonight, I don't want to ruin it for you."

"I wasn't going to stay for long anyway. And I'll look after with her until you come back to her apartment."

"Thank you, Luka."

My eyes open widely at his name. Aqua eyes meet mine. The smile on his face is so contagious that I find myself smiling back.

"Luka?"

Then I immediately close my eyes. It was both from the throbbing and the embarrassment.

"Marinette, you hit your head pretty hard. You could have a bit of a concussion. I need you to sit up." Luka says. I listen at the sound of his attentive voice, but I can't even move my head from the pain.

The next thing I know, I'm being picked up and leaning on him. Through little flashes, I see everyone around me. There was a circle to give us some space, and all eyes were on me. Anyone that didn't see what just happened would probably think I was drunk by the way I was stumbling around.

A figure I assume is Rose, puts an ice bag at the back of my head. Suddenly guilt ruses through me, I ruined everyone's night. Poor Rose, who I haven't seen in years, would have been thrilled to see me tonight. And I've been so busy that this was the one free night I had with Alya. I won't even get started on  Luka.

After saying a slight goodbye to everyone, we were once again on the streets of Paris, on our way to my apartment. As soon as we started walking on the sidewalk, I noticed that I wasn't wearing any shoes.

I open my eyes to look at him, and he's still smiling at me, I can see the amusement in his eyes.

"Where are my heels?"

"Right here." He lifts up my shoes for me to see. He's been carrying them, as well as his guitar.

"Thank you," I say quietly, keeping my eyes open now. I feel so dizzy and my head is still pounding, so I think of my bed to keep me going. "And I'm sorry."

"It was an accident, and if I'm being honest, I should have been more careful. I mean normally I would have noticed a flustered girl running towards me."

"I'm so embarrassed." I wail. "How am I going to live this down."

"Don't worry, Miss Marinette, I'll just erase it from my mind. Although, I don't think I could forget the way you listened to my song." He muses, sing songly like a bird.

"And here I was thinking this night couldn't have gotten worse."

"I thought it was cute, and I'll tell you something to make you feel less embarrassed." Even when he's serious, there's a playfulness in his body language. And did he just call me cute? "I saw you when you first came in, and that's why I had my eyes closed the whole time, so I could actually sing without getting chocked up."

"You getting choked up? As if." I roll my eyes, ignoring the rest of his words to avoid getting another rush of blushing.

"It's true, but only some people have the effect on me."

When I think back to our teenagers years, I don't recall him ever being so openly flirty. He was a very quiet person who let his guitar speak for him. Even on the nights we spent with each other on the deck of their house, we only had his music to fill the comfortable silence. I really enjoyed those days.

"Isn't in strange how we both moved to America, and didn't see each other once?" He speaks up, changing the subject.

"Well, you were in Los Angeles while I was in New York," I point out. "and besides, I never go to music awards."

My life is based on fashion shows and runway events, and his is music awards and parties; two things I rarely would attend. But my designs flourish there, even though I've only dressed a couple of celebrities.

"Maybe you could come as my date to one?" He asks shyly.

I turn to face him, stopping on the concrete. Trying to figure him out, I begin to study his face. Is his serious? My pulse quickens as I stare into his eyes.

Then there's another flash.

"First model Adrien Agreste, now international rockstar Luka Couffaine? Today sure is my lucky day!" The tall man exclaims, running off with his camera.

Just lovely.

There's another one done!

Love Caitlyn.