AN: I came up with the idea for this fanfiction after listening to the songs Milk and Black Spiders by Foals and Kiss Me by Charlie Puth. This fic is going to be a more lax fic, in which I'm going to write when I feel like it and not worry about specific scenes or parts, and just see where it takes me. So sort of an experimental fic for me. x3

Why can't I get you out of my head? Luka wondered as he leaned over the railing of the ship he was currently aboard, overlooking the vast horizon of the Pacific. He watched the sea below as the calm waters gradually started to churn, becoming angrier with every kilometer sailed. He spotted Cumulonimbus clouds in the distance. They reminded him of a volcanic eruption but with white ash instead of dark grey. In a way, the storm was like an eruption in itself; the clouds had merely been simple rain clouds what seemed like only moments ago. Then they had exploded before his eyes into the billowing tower that awaited them in the not-too-far distance.
A short time later he began hearing the low, menacing rumble of nearly-continuous thunder that gradually grew louder.

Luka sighed as he brushed his no longer polished hand through his fading blue-dyed hair.

He missed Marinette. Wherever he went, she somehow managed to creep into his mind. Everything seemed to remind him of her, one way or another.

When he was docked in China for a few days, he spotted someone in the crowd in downtown Shanghai whose frame, hair color, and even hairstyle resembled her. In Chile, while strolling down the streets with his camera, he came across Santiago's Fashion Show and couldn't help but wonder what Marinette would do if she was there with him. He imagined her reaction to seeing how a completely different culture handled fashion shows. And then just last week in northern Australia, the water was the most beautiful shade of blue. He could've sworn it was the exact color of Marinette's eyes.

But tonight, he was in Auckland. He and a few of his buddies were walking down the streets after one of their three shows in the city, when he looked up and saw Sky Tower in the distance, beautifully lit up in an orangey glow, just like the Tower back home.

Where Marinette was right now.

He wondered what she was doing this very moment...

He stopped in his tracks as the feeling of homesickness washed over him and began weighing down on his heart.
"Are you okay?" his friend had noticed Luka was no longer walking alongside them and came back, clapping him on the shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Luka tilted his head enough to shoot his friend a brief, reassuring smile.

His buddy frowned. "No, you're not. Is it that girl again? Marinette?"

Luka's heart fluttered a moment and the mention of her name. He nodded once, not looking him in the eye and heaved out a sigh. "No matter where I go in the world, it really doesn't matter where, she's always with me. The more that reminds me of her, the harder it is to be away. I don't know what to do, Phillipe," he groaned, running his hands through his hair aggressively a moment.

"From what you told me about her, I'd suggest you tell her how you feel before someone else beats you to it," he replied gently.

"I would, but I'm literally on the other side of the world. We're not even in the same hemisphere."

Phillipe patted him on the back. "You should get going then," he said, jerking his head towards Sky Tower, the corner of his mouth twitching as if he were fighting a smile.

"But you guys... the tour... what?" Luka just blinked in confusion. "I can't just leave."

"Sure you can! Right guys?" Phillipe called over to them. The other two came jogging up with big smiles.

"He has a very valid point, Luka. We only have a few more shows left. We can find a replacement for you until the end of the tour," the eldest of the group said with a shrug. "Besides, you're no good to us, what with you spacing out all the time and all. Best to get everything settled so you can come back refreshed."

A grin spread across Luka's face. "Thanks guys!"

"Now what are you waiting for? Get going!" urged the other guy in the group. Luka raced back to his room at the hotel to gather his things. It was going to be a long journey back to Paris and he wasn't going to waste another minute.

"Hey Nino!" Adrien greeted that morning in front of the school.

"Adrien!" Nino's face lit up. "You actually made it this time."

"I'm as surprised as you," he chuckled, fist pumping his best friend's shoulder. "Where are the girls?" Adrien looked around but didn't see them anywhere nearby.

"They're on their way. Marinette got caught up at the bakery, Alya said they'd be a few minutes late."

"Ah," said Adrien as he looked away, tapping his foot anxiously on the concrete. Nino raised an eyebrow.

"Anxious, are we?"

"What?"

Nino pointed down at Adrien's feet.

"I'm anxious to get going," he started slowly, "because it's been a while since I've been able to do something outside of school. Or my house."

His best friend adjusted his cap with raised eyebrow. He peered over the blonde's shoulder and his eyes faked going wide with surprise. "Hey Marinette!" he called with a slight wave, his eyes focusing back on his buddy.

Adrien whipped his head around, a huge smile on his face and his eyes lit up like a child's on Christmas morning. Until he saw that there was nobody there.

"Not cool, Nino," he glared dully.

"Bro, you've had three years to tell Marinette how you feel about her. Why don't you just get on with it?"

Adrien crossed his arms in front of his chest with a sigh and leaned back against the wall. "I don't know how."

Nino laughed. "Is this the same guy that tried to help set me up with Marinette? Mr. Front-of-the-cover-teen-model-weekly. Follow the same advice you gave to me and just be yourself. She won't say no, I promise you, dude."

"I don't know," he said again, "I've tried showing her how I feel, hoping she'd catch on, but-"

"Marinette would write off everything you say or do as you just being nice," Nino cut in. "You have to tell it to her straight. It's the only way she'll understand."

"You're right," he didn't want to admit it, but if he wanted to get anywhere with Marinette, he'd have to say it directly. The thought made his insides squirm. "Just not today. I need time to figure this out."

"Dude-" he started to protest, but Alya and Marinette had approached them.

"Time to figure what out?" Alya's voice came from behind them, causing both boys to jump.

They stuttered over their words and scratched the backs of their necks as they tried to make something up. Alya saw right through them, her eyes squinted into slits with suspicion. She'd drag whatever it was out of Nino later if he wasn't going to come clean.

Marinette however looked very curious and slightly concerned.

"Are you guys alright?" she asked.

"Just fine!" Nino answered, a bit too keyed up. "We should hurry up or we're going to be late for the game," he said as he hooked his arm around his girlfriend's and marched towards the stadium.

Marinette stood there watching Nino lead Alya away, looking quite confused. She turned to Adrien, as if expecting answers from him. The boy let out a nervous laugh and gestured for her to go on ahead of him. With a small shrug, she went to catch up to Alya and Nino.

He trudged a few paces behind her the entire way, keeping his gaze low. His Kwami chuckled deviously in his jacket pocket at his embarrassment and frustration. He knew Plagg cared about him, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy watching Adrien do things he found difficult.

Adrien groaned when he looked up and saw Marinette. Just how was he going to be able to tell her?

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