Sooo...I haven't posted anything for quite some time, that being said, I'm not sure how frequent updates will be. Anyway, I am not going to be including any love triangle drama or jealousy cliches in this story. Enjoy!
Intro
She was fourteen when they had first met, a chance encounter that she didn't like to linger on at the time. His irises were a shade of teal that she had never quite seen before, they held a lightness that made her heart leap. His hair had been dyed to match those inviting eyes while his attire screamed of a closed off rebellious teenager. It started off a bit rocky, what with him deciding to mock her nervous introduction, but that quickly shifted after a more proper form of expression-music. His name was Luka Couffaine and they clicked immediately. Fourteen year old Marinette was torn and utterly confused by this.
Afterwards she was quickly able to brush this chance meeting off since the times they crossed paths were few and far between. She was able to stamper down the lingering glances and the occasional hand brushings. They were two years apart, too much of an gap-she told herself, her heart belonged to another-she told herself, and there was no way they would develop anything beyond a casual friendship-she told herself.
She eventually dated in her later teen years, starting with the boy that she had been infatuated with for years. She thought he was the love of her life, Adrien Agreste. Her heart would sing and her head would spin with happiness, but alas, life is a fickle thing and unexpected events happen. The break up was mutual, she had realized that her active imagination created too high of a pedestal, they worked amazing as friends, but not so much lovers. They both wanted to hold on, but they could not avoid the inevitable. Marinette had been dating Adrien for a whole year before they amicably split. Later on in her first few years of University she would attend a date here and there, and occasionally carry a relationship for months at a time. None of these were serious, but she still found herself happy. She didn't need a boyfriend to make her whole, she was a young passionate designer, with an amazing set of supportive friends and family.
It wasn't until about a week after her twenty-third birthday that she saw him again. Marinette was paying a visit to her dear friend and favorite bartender, Alya, at the local pub when she heard a welcoming melody. Alya carried a wicked grin across her face that immediately unsettled her long-time best friend. With a jerk Alya's head, Marinette followed the not so subtle gesture, only to be frozen on the spot as her eyes connected with an oh-so familiar pair of teal ones. "Luka?"
Thanks for reading! Let me know what you guys think please! Is it worth continuing or nah?
