*cries heavily* It's more than another year before the second season comes out…. *cries harder* my life as a nursing student is now meaningless. Well in other news as I try to ward off my depression I finally have the energy to type this new chapter. So I'm going to try and update every few days and please guys get on me about it! I want to try and do something I love but if you guys know what depression is like, than you know how hard it is to even do something you love.

Marinette hummed to herself as she flipped through the pages of her notebook, intently gazing through and selecting a few portions that she highlighted. Her humming was cut short when a loud groan came from behind her.

"Forget it! I don't want to be a journalist anymore!" Alya growled, leaning back on her desk chair while her hands furiously rubbed at her eyes.

"You don't mean that, come on." Marinette comforted to receive a cold glare rubbed at her eyes.

"I didn't know it would mean all this writing!"

"Well what did you expect? It can't be that bad."

"Easy for you to say, all your classes are in the bag!"

"Hey! I work really hard to stay on top of everything."

Alya pursed her lips before leaping up from her seat, her fingers already flying over her phone.

"Fine. It's not the end, but I do think we both deserve breaks!"

"I don't-" Marinette began to only be silenced by Alya.

"Yes you do. We need to go out for some fun, so let's go out!"

Marinette giggled at her friends attempt before crossing her arms.

"Okay, then where would we go then?"

Alya's face fell as she landed down in her chair.

"I don't really know." Marinette chuckled and turned back to her textbook when her best friend's cell phone went off at the familiar sound of her boyfriends selected ringtone.

"Hello?"

"Alya! What are you and Marinette doing?!" Her boyfriend asked.

"Deciding to have fun or be lame." Alya grumbled with a short look to Marinette.

"Well you don't have to decide! Guess whose DJing at Club Meduse!"

"Yup come on down I got you guys on the list! I'm important now."

"Okay okay, we'll be there in twenty minutes. I love you so much Babe!"

"Meduse?" Marinette choked. "As in…"

"The hottest dancing club of our time. Come on we have to change!"

"Well…"

"You know I bet Nino invited Adrien." Alya grinned. Marinette's face turned beat red to her friend's implications as Alya was already pulling off her sweatshirt. "Come on, we've studied enough."

Line

Within fifteen minutes both girls were ready to go dancing. Alya was wearing a black mini dress with a long sequin belt trailing off of her hips down to swish along her thighs with a pair of black heeled booties. Marinette however went for an underlined innocence by wearing a pastel pink skater dress with a deep neckline with a pair of ankle strapped heels.

The two arrived to the club, bouncing in their shoes. Club Meduse had an ocean related aesthetic relating jellyfish. The club had a florescent deep blue glow with white lights streaming down in areas in a tentacle fashion. With the lights reflecting off of the tank walls completing the ocean themed room.

Alya and Marinette were left in awe at the entrance of the club as the saw the DJ stand from across the room and waved at the bopping Nino. They caught his attention as he waved to them before grabbing his microphone.

"It looks like my girl has found her way to the party! Let's all give her a warm welcome!" The e club cheered loudly, clearly just having fun. Alya's face turned red as she leaned closer to the laughing Marinette.

"Remind me to kill him when he calls tomorrow."

"Oh come on, he got us in." The young journalist grinned before chuckling.

"Then let's go and enjoy the night." Marinette smiled sheepishly as her best friend pulled her out onto the dance floor. While the squeezed past the moving bodies, Alya was already bending her body to the music as Marinette followed in a shy pursuit. Her friend giggled at the stiff movements Marinette made before stepping forward and dancing with her. Marinette giggled as they danced carefree and then twirled along her own beat. Her hands folded behind her head as her hips swished with the beat. She felt relaxed and tried her best to pretend no one else was with her until she felt a pair of hand slip over her waist.

She stiffened immediately from the touch and was about to push away when a mouth was pressed closer to her ear.

"Please dance with me." A masculine voice whispered. Her bluebell eyes widened at the sound.

He sounds so familiar. She thought, trying to think who he reminded her of. Shyly, she moved with the beat, feeling the strong body behind her move within sync to the point she felt relaxed within the embrace. A part of her began to feel daring with a complete stranger and knew that the odds of him knowing her were very slim in a city as large as Paris. She smirked to herself as she began to slide down against his chest, her hips grinding seductively against his as she slipped lower to the floor while her hands reached up to his neck and shoulders.

His own hands caught under her arms to lift her back up while one trailed down her side to hold at her hips and the other trailed upward to brush against her cheek in a caress that didn't feel like a stranger's. In confusion Marinette took his hand in hers and held it as she turned around to see a man that made her mouth run dry. He was taller than her and had a muscular body clad in a white suit that seemed to glow in the darkness of the club. Although the oddest part was the white mask he wore over his face. Warily, she reached a hand up to entangle within his mussy golden locks, feeling the softness as they slowly began dancing again. His arms wrapped around her, holding her close as he moved around with her as he leaned to place his head atop hers. She tensed at the proximity and froze, feeling her shyness creep back in when his mouth leaned closer down to her ear.

"I'm so glad to have found you on the dance floor. Tell me…are you having a nice time?"

"Uh…" She squeaked, blushing at the huskiness of his voice. "Yes."

He chuckled before tilting her head back.

"I have to say I envy the company of your friends, if I could I would steal you away for the rest of the night."

Marinette gasped and stopped dancing immediately to get a good look at the stranger. Her reflection stared back at her from the blue grey eyes making her tilt her head in confusion.

"You aren't a stranger are you?" She gasped, her face heating up in realization of her dancing. He only grinned wider and gently tilted her head back.

"Don't worry Marinette, you shouldn't feel really shy about tonight. It was special to me and it's only the beginning love."

"Love?"

He smirked and leaned closer.

"I have to be going darling, but I'll be seeing you later beautiful." He placed his lips to her cheek before turning away to leave her standing frozen in the middle of the dance floor.

Line

"Girl where did you disappear to last night?" Alya yawned, as Marinette walked into their room with two cups of coffee. It was well after noon but the two young adults took a golden opportunity to simply sleep in after a night of dancing.

"I think that's my line." Marinette giggled. "I don't know where you went off to so after a while I left."

"Okay fair enough." Alya smirked, taking the offered coffee mug. "But I was more so just referring to what Nino and I came to find when we came back."

"Oh?" Marinette squeaked when her best friend's smile only grew wider.

"You were dancing with some hottie!"

"Well…yeah" She squeaked. "I just started dancing and getting comfortable when he stepped in."

"Was he really cute? We didn't get to see his face but he was a flashy dresser."

"That's the weirdest part, him wearing all white and even a mask. Plus he was super cryptic when we talked."

"Whoa! What if he is a stalker?!"

"A stalker?"

"I mean if he wore a mask he can't be up to any good. I mean do you know any good characters that wear a mask?"

"Spiderman?" Marinette shrugged receiving a dead panned facial expression from Alya.

"Other than a super hero."

"The man in black from The Princess Bride?"

"Ohhhhhh!" Alya hooted after having a drink of her coffee. "Then maybe we shouldn't be worried about a stalker but another love interest. I wonder what the Agreste boys will say about this new rival."

"Please Alya, he was probably some weirdo who did something like that to other girls he danced with, he probably took one look at my plain face and thought to just leave." Marinette rolled her eyes and turned away as her friend went into details about her night.

I won't be seeing someone like that again.

At the Agreste Mansion

Nino knocked on the room of Adrien Agreste who was sitting in one of his chairs reading a new comic and looked up at his best friend who strode in with a bright grin on his face.

"Adrien! You should have been there last night it was incredible!"

"Yeah I'm sorry I couldn't have made it, you know about shows." Adrien chuckled.

"Yeah, its cool man, I wish you could have had a fun time with us. But scoring me the gig was good enough."

"What?" The model asked with wide green eyes.

"You scored me the gig at Meduse! Apparently someone sent the owner a copy of my mix."

"Sorry Nino…" Adrien murmured. "But it wasn't me."

"What? But I don't know anyone else who has resources or my CD."

"Neither do I…" Adrien thought and when the idea popped into his head on who else would have the opportunity to do something.

"Hey… was Felix there last night?"

"Your brother? At a dance club? That's likely." Nino chuckled and put in one of Adrien's video games. "But I didn't see him."

"Well, maybe he sent the cd in. Felix might act cold, but you guys still are his friends."

"Yeah, well I can't imagine him doing something like that without it being of any benefit to him."

"You have a point, but I can't imagine what he would get from it."

Outside in the hall, a figure chuckled silently to themselves before walking down the hall.

Man it is hard to get writing but please tell me what you think and what you want to see. Please give me lots of support right now guys I could really use it.