Author's Note: I'm glad y'all like it so far. Someone asked me why I didn't rate M for Mature, and there's a reason. I'm pretty sure 13 y/o's are educated on what sex is. Okay that's it. Second chapter starts… now!

Marinette flopped on the white stiff couch at Alya's house and sighed complainingly.

"You get your kids out for the night, invite me over to a 'rocking party' and nobody's drunk. What happened to you two?" The blue-haired woman said.

Nino poked his head from the kitchen. "Whaddya expect? Ever since Belle and Thomas was born, the house has been transformed."

Marinette slid a strand of hair over to the other side of her forehead. "Well." Marinette thought of something to say as the married couple sat down on the loveseat across her. "I saw Adrien the other day."

Alya snapped her fingers and smiled. "You weren't there…" She said, pointing at Marinette. "But Adrien always threw killer parties."

Knowing this new information, Marinettet scrunched her face and picked up her phone from her handbag. "Maybe he'll throw another one for little old me?" She smirked.

Here's how the conversation went:

M: Hello? Is this Adrien?

A: Yes. Is this Marinette?

M:Ye.

A:*Drops phone fangiringly*

A:*Picks it up*

M: So me, Alya and Nino wanted to throw a party and we were wondering if you could host it?

A:(holy s***) Sure.

M:Thanks a load. Seee you in an hour. I'll bring the beers.

M:*hangs up*

Adrien looked at his phone with a crooked smile. His heart fluttered like an akuma and his palms were sweating. Halfway into daydreaming about the party, he realized what she said.

I'll bring the beer.

'Beer?' Adrien thought. "We only had wine at my parties." He said aloud. "What does beer even taste like?"

Adrien slide his hair back with a straight face of concern. "What did Marinette even do in America?"

The hour on which the time was agreed had arrived and Marinette rang the doorbell to Adrien's large, white and modern house.

Adrien's eyes sharpened and he bolted to door. It had been so long since he had seen his friends! A threw the door open, only expecting the rest of his high school posse, but instead he saw his group and a thousand young fangirls standing in his lawn.

Not knowing what to do at all, he just awkwardly stood aside, and let everyone enter.

About fifteen minutes into the party, he saw a tall brown-skinned man with a woman with red hair. "Alya and Nino." He respectfully pushed aside the ladies he was talking to and stopped the couple in their tracks.

"There you are!" He said, out of breath. "Why are they here?!" He said referring to the girls. Nino slowly turned his eyes to his wife who was giggling quietly to herself.

"I might've posted on Chirper that you were throwing a party and anybody could come."

Adrien slide his hand down his face. "There's alcohol…"

Alya shrugged. "You don't have any rooms with locks?" She said. Adrien thought about this for a moment and pointed up. "I have a balcony on my roof." He informed, cutely. "That'll work. Let's find Marinette." Nino said.

"Isn't she with you guys?"

"No, I think she's in your room."