A/N: Sorry for the wait! I've been ultra busy. But I got it done! Yay! Also, the next chapter will take longer to write because opening night of the play is only a few days away, I'm an extra in a film, and so forth. So, if the next chapter either shows up sooner than normal, or later than normal, you know why. I hope you guys enjoy the newest chapter!

-geekygirl20000

P.S. Some of these quotes come from my own best friend, Kaya, also known as my cosplaying buddy, Alya.

Marinette held back a squeak as Adrien leaned in and kissed her cheek. Then he walked down the steps and turned around.

"See you tomorrow, Princess?" he asked.

Marinette couldn't help it. She giggled.

"You bet," then she turned around and went inside.

After saying hello, then goodnight to her parents, Marinette climbed the stairs to her room. After putting on her pjs and crawling into bed, she let her mind return to the adventures she and Adrien had during their date.

"What happened to his mother?" she asked the dark room. "I know she left, but how long ago? Is Adrien going to tell me?" She let the questions hang in the air, as well as in her mind. With questions with no answers, she fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Marinette woke up in the usual manner. Groggy and not happy. Then she looked at her calender and flew out of bed. She danced around her room and looked at the black band dress hanging in her closet. It was the day of the competition.

After putting on her dress and putting her hair into a braid, she raced downstairs with her flute in hand, ready to take on the day.

"Bye mamon, bye dad! See you guys in the auditorium!"

"Break a leg!" her mother called and just as the door closed behind her, she heard her dad say, "Good luck!" Marinette rolled her eyes, everyone knew that saying good luck to a performer or musician was basically bad luck. So you say break a leg. But she knew that her father meant well, so she took it anyway.

At the school, Alya stood, obviously waiting for her. As Marinette walked closer, she could make out a brown, paper bag in her best friend's hand.

"I wonder what that is," she thought to herself. She quickly forgot though when Alya whipped around and gave her a huge hug with a squeal.

"I am fangirling over you so hard right now," Alya said as she pushed the bag into Marinette's hand. "Now, I know that you didn't eat, or should I say wouldn't eat...anyway, I brought you your favorite,"

Marinette looked into the bag and the smell of chocolate met her nose. Three chocolate donuts greeted her, and her stomach growled like a dragon. Alya laughed, then began to push her towards the door.

"Get a move on! You'll be late if you stand here with me all day."

Marinette giggled and began to walk. "Alright, alright, I'm going. Thanks for the donuts. You know me so well you could be my sister!"

"That's what friends are for. And hey," Marinette turned to look at her best friend. "Break a leg,"

Marinette smiled and ran towards the band room, pulling out a donut as she did so. Upon reaching the band room, Marinette already heard instruments being warmed up or tuned. She pulled out her second donut and strolled into the classroom. Spotting an empty chair, she piled her backpack and case on top, then began to assemble the flute. When she finished, she pulled out her final donut, that was when the room quieted and a shrill voice began to yell. Marinette winced and put the donut back into the bag. The voice was Chloe's, there was no doubt about it. She followed the sound to the right corner of the room and found Chloe yelling at a cowering Nathaniel. She had a hand on his tuba's bell and looked like she was about to hurl the gigantic instrument into his face. Marinette grabbed it.

"Chloe," she began. Chloe whirled around and looked at Marinette with a sinister smile.

"Well," she said, her voice dripping with hatred. "If it isn't Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Come to play with your band, oh wait, you can't. You don't have a flute," Chloe laughed. Marinette looked at her blankly.

"I have no idea what you are talking about, Chloe. I'm here to help this poor tuba player out," Marinette pushed past Chloe and pulled Nathaniel to his feet. "Now, if you'll excuse us, but Nathaniel and I have some warming up to do,"

Chloe stood, red faced and sputtering angry words as Marinette pulled Nathaniel past her and back to her chair. After a few minutes, Chloe stormed out of the room and it began to get loud again. Just like a band room should be.

"Thank you, Marinette. I thought she was going to throw my tuba at me," Nathaniel said as he sat down on an empty chair next to her. Marinette pulled out her donut and handed it to him.

"You best take it. I read in Harry Potter, that after dealing with a Dementor, you should always eat chocolate. And let's just say, you just dealt with their queen," Nathaniel laughed and took the donut.

"Thanks,"

Marinette blew some air into her flute, then played a couple of scales, Nathaniel chewed happily beside her. After a while, she began to get curious.

"Nathaniel?" she asked.

"Hmm?"

"Why was she yelling at you?"

Nathaniel stopped playing his scales and looked at her. "I got the duet piece. Not her. However, she threatened to have Plagg fired if he didn't give her the part, he looked at me and agreed. After she left to go tell Adrien Agreste and see if he would do it with her, Plagg pulled me aside and told me to do the duet with anybody I chose. Later on, she came to me. Telling me to learn how to play the piano in four days and play the duet with her, when in reality, I had the Oboe player, Juleka, coming over and playing a different song entirely. She had just received the news before you stepped in. Thanks again,"

Marinette shrugged, "When Chloe rains her wrath on people, matters call for my presence,"

"Yeah, well. You are the only the person who stands up to her. In my opinion, that makes you the coolest girl I know,"

Marinette looked at him, a hint of a smile played at her lips.

"Thanks,"

"Yep,"

They fell into a kind of concentration known only to performers, that was when Marinette's phone went off. It was a message from Adrien.

From: Adrien

To: Princess

Hey, I just arrived at the school.

Where are you at?

Marinette smiled at the text name he gave her, then began to type.

From: Princess

To: Adrien

I'm in the band room

Where are you?

She shrugged and changed his name.

Princess changed Adrien's name to

Trumpet Boy

From: Trumpet Boy

To: Princess

Really?

From: Princess

To: Trumpet Boy

Yep. Now where are you?

From Trumpet Boy

To: Princess

Patients, you must have

My young Padawan.

Marinette bursted into laughter and quickly suppressed the laughter too giggles after getting some weird looks. Then, typed her response.

From: Princess

To: Trumpet Boy

Did you really just

Quote from Star Wars?

Suddenly, hands wrapped around her eyes and a voice she knew all too well spoke to her.

"Guess who," said Adrien.

Marinette giggled and decided to play along.

"Um, Nathaniell. No, No wait, um...Kim!"

Adrien laughed. "Nope guess again,"

"Um, Adrien?"

Adrien removed his hands from Marinette's eyes and she spun around to look at him. Adrien was wearing a black suit with a matching tie, as was the common dress code of a band kid. His cello was slung across his back, and his trumpet case was sitting beside him. All in all, Marinette thought he looked dashing. She must've not been the only one to think these thoughts.

"Wow," Adrien said breathlessly. "You look amazing!"

Marinette smiled, then suddenly remembered the Star Wars reference.

"Did you really quote from Star Wars?" she asked him

"Yeah, why? Do you not like Star Wars?" he asked. He sounded a bit worried. Marinette laughed

"Are you kidding? I love Star Wars! I own all of them! Even the new one!" Marinette said as she picked her flute up.

"Really?" Adrien bent down to open his trumpet case.

"Really, really,"

Adrien glanced up at her as she blew some more air into her flute.

"Maybe we should get together and binge watch some time,"

Marinette stopped playing and smiled.

"Yeah, maybe we should,"

After warming up their instruments, Marinette and Adrien talked about Star Wars while keeping their instruments warm. After a while, the conversation turned toward Adrien's mother.

"So, what happened to your mother?" Marinette asked cautiously.

Adrien looked at her, then surprised her with an answer.

"She left us when I was really young. It was a shock to both my father and I, since we were such a close family. My father responded by pushing me away from him. She didn't call us to tell us where she was, or why she left for ten years. Then she suddenly shows up during my date with you asking for my help," Adrien put his head into his hands and sighed loudly. Marinette cautiously rubbed his back and he leaned into her hand. Of course, that made her stomach have butterflies, but she continued to do so. After a while, the first band to play was called over the intercom and the band room emptied out until Adrien, Marinette, and a few other students were left. Adrien finally lifted his head and looked at her. His eyes were red and he had tears running down his face.

"Poor Adrien. I don't know what I would do if my mother disappeared without a trace," Marinette thought as she scooted closer to him and wiped away his tears. She let her hands linger on his chin and pushed his head up so that his eyes were looking into hers. She examined them, then started to pull away, but Adrien grabbed her hand and pulled her into a hug.

"Thank you," he whispered into her hair. "For being there for me,"

Marinette smiled and hugged him back.

"Anytime. I'm here for you,"

After a few minutes, the intercom came on again, announcing that the second band needed to be on stage. Adrien pulled away, but only slightly. Keeping one hand on her shoulder. Marinette smiled inwardly, then was surprised when Adrien was leaning forward and kissing her. Her eyes widened then shut, sinking into the kiss. After a few passionate seconds, they broke apart, breathing hard. Marinette heard a sharp intake and turned to see Chloe standing a few feet away from them, mouth agape, and she was stuttering.

"Adrien...how could you?" she said as a tear slid down her face.

"Chloe," Adrien started.

"No, I don't want to hear it. I like you Adrien, we were supposed to be together!"

Adrien took Marinette's hand and pulled her up with him.

"Chloe, this is ridiculous. Yes, I kissed Marinette. But that's because I like her," Marinette gasped in surprise. " Can't you be happy for me, like a true friend?"

Chloe looked at Adrien, then at Marinette, a look of pure rage crossing her face. She pointed an accusing finger at Marinette.

"You'll pay for this, Marinette!" and she stocked out of the room. The intercom came on again, announcing the fourth band was about to play, as if nothing had happened. Adrien turned to Marinette and looked at her with a worried expression.

"Are you okay? After all of that?" his voice was laced with worry. She thought it was adorable.

"Yeah, I'm fine. However," Adrien looked at her with more worry. "You told Chloe you like me. Is that true?"

Adrien put a hand on the back of his neck and rubbed it. "Yeah. I was going to ask you if you wanted to be my girlfriend during our date at the Eiffel Tower, but my mother interrupted me. So, I guess I'm asking you now,"

Marinette giggled and picked her flute up off of the floor.

"I like this way better. Yes, I would love to be your girlfriend,"

Adrien smiled at her and listened as the intercom came on again. It was calling for the fifth band to play.

"That's my band," he said as he kissed her again. "Watch me as I play, Princess?"

Marinette rolled her eyes and took his hand.

"Well, duh," then with a smile, she added, "Trumpet boy,"

Adrien laughed and retrieved his trumpet, then grabbed Marinette's hand again and allowed her to pull her to the door. When she sat down in the audience, her only thought was of a certain trumpet player in the back row.