Even in an Alternate Lifetime

Waves of Realization

A/N: You'll either hate me or love me after this chapter...heheh.
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Chloe's POV:

As I welcomed the two dorks who had just arrived, I asked my butler, Jean, to carry snacks and drinks up to my bedroom. Once he was out of sight, I snuck through the back of the bar and took a load of glass bottles of wine and beer; this would surely light up everyone's night. I assumed that nobody was behind me, but as I turned around, I was caught red handed by Adrien and his cute looking friend. I could have sworn they had already made their way upstairs.

"I... You didn't see shit. On the plus side, we're gonna have a good time," I said, smirking at the idea in my head.

"Oh, Chloe," Adrien replied, as the two boys began to walk towards the elevator.

"Wait for me, losers!" I shouted, jogging up to them while holding the bottles of alcohol in both hands.

  Once I caught up to them, we walked into the large elevator, which I take every day. The atmosphere was quiet, but not an awkward type of quiet; it was peaceful. After the long minute of complete silence there's a ding. The elevator doors began to open and I could hear my butler heading our way. I had to react quickly, before I was caught with the alcohol.

"Quick...what's your name? Sorry, I didn't ask before," I asked the tall, blue headed guy.

"Luka," he replied, with a small giggle. It was pretty...adorable, I had to admit.

"Luka. C-Can I please use your bag to put these in? I cannot get caught!" I begged, in a nervous tone as I held up the bottles of booze.

"Of course, lovely," he agreed, looking straight into my eyes. God, did that make me feel some type of way— hold that thought... I like Marinette. What's going on with me?!

"Mademoiselle! The trays of pastries and drinks have been served. Please, let me know if there's anything else you'd like!" Jean said, interrupting my reverie.

"Right. Yes, thank you!" I responded, with hesitation. I looked back at Luka, who had his bag securely closed with the bottles inside. I was relieved at the thought of almost ruining our night.

The three of us began to walk down the hall, as I led them to my bedroom. It was getting late, so we hurried in, hoping to let the night begin.

"Chloe! It's about time, what took so long?" Marinette asked, as she sat on the couch, patiently.

"Well... I brought some special drinks for us," I replied, with a smirk.

"You didn't! How is it that you sneaked that all the way up here?!" she shouted, with a small laugh.

"Thanks to Luka's backpack and my smart thinking, of course," I admitted, looking back at Luka with a smile.

"Nice to meet you, Luka! Hi, Adrien!" Marinette welcomed, smiling at the two boys.

"H-hi, Marinette. You look very pretty tonight! Not that you don't look pretty all the time... but—" Adrien began, before I pulled him to the side, interrupting his stammering.

"Look, Ugh-rest. The only reason why you can't speak to Marinette without sounding like a broken record player, is your hesitation. I never hesitate. So quit stammering, and have a drink; it'll cool you down," I whispered, insisting to take some of the alcohol I snuck in.