4 months later...

Adrien paced down his room, his head hurting again. Too much had happened when he awoke from the comma, the car crash ending his father's life. For example, an old man stood on his doorway when he and his mother, who came back at hearing he was injured, and demanded to enter their house to get something of his. His mother let him in like he was his grandfather, he took a little Chinese box and stormed out.

Too much had happened since he awoke.

Adrien could go to school with Chloe. Everybody stared at her coldly, but Adrien liked her enough to date her. Two months together and they haven't aged a day. There were other people in the class he liked like a boy named Kim and Max, they were his best friends, but his sworn enemies were those two love birds, Alya and Nino who barely spoke a word but were harsh with Chloe. His duty as a boyfriend was to hate everybody who hated her.

"They lost a person close to them." Lila said the other day. Lila was her best girl friend. Notice that spot between the two words? Adrien knew Chloe would freak if he dated Lila at least one, but it always crossed his head. These girls weren't pretty enough, not even Chloe who was gorgeous to him. "I know the girl, but you don't."

He leaned back. "So, it was a girl. Was it Nino's girlfriend?"

Lila shook her head. Today, she seemed less like herself. She didn't flirt with Adrien and put her sassy smile, instead, she looked sad like the girl's death almost hurt her. Her green eyes scanned him and when she realized he was thinking about it, she shook her head again. "No, Alya and Nino are still dating. This loss has bonded them together. You should've heard."

"It started with M, I'm not sure." Adrien said and laughed. "I really don't care. Whoever died, it probably was because Alya and Nino bored her to death."

"Don't say that." snapped Juleka from behind him in the library. 

Lila shot her a worried glance, something she might never do to people and Juleka disappeared. Adrien spun around to face Lila picking up her books. He frowned. "What are you doing? We still need to study for the Chemistry test."

"When you don't act too much like Chloe, call me." Lila snapped, grabbing her phone and whipping her hair backwards. "Adrien Agreste is my best friend, not the main version of Chloe."

Adrien arched his eyebrow like she was kidding, but Lila disappeared from the library as quickly as her mood changed. 

Adrien walked around Paris, incredibly bored. He passed a bakery with bright golden letters. He stared down at the little grave on the edge of it. It didn't have a picture, but it had the words, "We miss you every passing moment, Marinette." So that was the girl everybody was talking about. He heard a certain death had come, but he never knew who they were talking about. He had amnesia on his comma, everything to him seemed weird.

Not to mention the car crash that ended Natalie's, Gorilla's and his father's life.

He gave up in staring at the grave that had before wrapped him in curiosity and walked back to his mansion, he greeted his mom who smiled at him and plastered him with kisses, and walked up to his room. There, he closed his eyes, and let the sleepiness take over him.

"What are you doing?" A voice said that made his heart leap. Adrien at first thought it was Chloe, but then seeing it was another girl with blue-bell eyes and navy blue hair. In his opinion, she was immediately more attractive than Chloe who depended on make up to make her seen pretty, this girl didn't seem to have anything. Adrien smiled awkwardly as he looked down, realizing he was covered in flour, he looked up at the girl to see her blue hair a mess, but still pretty, and her pajama pants. "Adrien, it's the middle of the night."

"Tomorrow is your birthday." He said. How? He had no idea who this girl was. Why would he know his birthday? Did this girl had an important role in his life, and forgot her because of the comma? Why? Why hasn't he seen her in school or around Paris? "I wanted to bake you something." Words came out of his mouth naturally like it was another mind saying them.

The girl laughed and his heart thumped faster. She stepped into the light and extended her fingers to take off a little piece of dough on his cheek. His cheek turned bright red as she put the finger down her mouth and looked surprised. "I never thought of you as a cook."

"I can always surprise you, m'lady." He answered, bowing down to her. What is happening? Who was the girl? Why was she driving him insane? "I know you don't like vanilla so I made you chocolate, my personal favorite if you ask me."

She laughed again and shook her head in embarrassment. "Yeah, I can't believe you stole my grandma's cake at her party and smashed down onto my hair. I'm still taking pieces of the cake out of my hair."

Adrien laughed with her and took a step closer, setting the bowl aside. "At least you'll hair smell like chocolate."

The girl smiled and took another step closer, she was much smaller than he was, but in that moment, all he could focus on where those eyes. He had never seen such eyes before. At one moment, they glinted with every shade of blue and he adored it, it drove him insane. Another voice in his head said Chloe was his girlfriend and he loved her, but that voice was mute as his eyes landed on her lips. 

The girl looked at the bowl and sighed. "We all know you're not good at cooking, remember Nino's birthday party?"

Her words were like a key, locking something he never knew before. Suddenly, his mind was filled with warm memories of the girl, Nino and Alya standing before a table, the rest of his class expect Chloe and Sabrina, cheering at Nino who had a bright smile. As everybody took a bit of the cake, they jerked back and spit it out. The girl flashed a dark look at Adrien as he laughed nervously and the party erupted into a food war, everybody throwing cake at each other.  

When did that happen?

Why was he there?

He hated Nino and Alya.

Why was he there?

"Yeah, I blame the asparagus." Adrien said as the girl shook her head in a playful way. "What?"

She covered her face with her hands. "The cake was blueberry! Asparagus doesn't go in blueberry cake, Adrien!"

Adrien laughed and looped his arms around her, pulling her close. The action was like an instinct, something he had grown used to when it should be Chloe wrapped around his arms. In that moment, the image of Chloe smiling up to him, that close, almost made him puke. He pressed his forehead to hers, her breath soft and chilly making him shiver. He wanted more of her, wanted to see every inch of the beauty she held within. 

To his surprise his lips formed these words, something he would never say to Chloe, not now. "I love you."

Her lips suppressed a smile. "I love you too, now, this cake needs work."

He shook  his head and laughed, lifting her off the ground and spinning both of them around with such force, they collapsed to the ground, his hand swiping at the bowl that fell on top of them. The two continued laughing hysterically, pulling each other close until there was no space between them.

Chloe's kisses burned with fire and passion, this girl's kisses were like swimming into an endless and calm sea. He preferred the waves and the shore, he preferred everything that had to do with the sea. He pulled her closer like that would help in deepening the kiss. It did. He felt so familiar in those lips like he had tasted them before, but the girl was a complete mystery to him. His hands trailed up to cup her cheek and with his thumb trailed little circles on it, his other hand wrapped firmly around her waist.

She continued with the kiss, with the passion, as his arms moved to roll her on top of him. To his surprise, she was like a feather, weightless and had no trouble with changing positions. Adrien didn't know if anybody was around the house, but if there was, none of them seemed to care if somebody caught them.

The girl put her finger on his lips, stopping the kissing but not the vibe. Her gorgeous blue-bell eyes found his own eyes and he felt a shiver run down his body at seeing those petrifying eyes take hold of him, control him like he was another one of her puppets. "Careful, my parents are sleeping."

"Oh, right." He said, blushing with the color of a rose and stood up, offering his hand to help her. She took it and looped her arms around his neck. "Have I told you how much I love you?"

She laughed and brushed her lips with his again. Who was this girl? Why did she made him feel things not even Chloe made him feel? "You say that to me every minute of every day and because of that...I love you too." Her lips moved to his cheeks. "Now, continue sleeping on the couch for my parents will never let you crash in with us again."

He nodded and jumped into the couch, trying not to stain it with flour as the girl walked her way up the stairs, not looking back.

Those blue-bell eyes burning him like a tattoo.

Adrien woke up, panting and gasping for air as he touched his forehead, damped with sweat. Falling asleep after his comma was always a terror for him, but today, the dream he had, was more than a mystery to fill him with other thoughts. That day in the afternoon, he asked every person in Paris, describing the girl in his dreams with exact detail to whom he received weird looks and sometimes ignorance. 

He passed down the streets of Paris, passing his fingers through his hair as he bumped into someone, bad sketches of the girl clattering down and scattering across the floor. He apologized not looking up to see who he bumped with until he stood up, a hand offering him a drawing.

His eyes moved to see Alya and Nino staring at the drawing, their faces filled with grief and sadness, yet curiosity and cheer at the same time. Adrien scoffed and yanked the drawing out of her hand, staring at the two of them harshly. In his dream, he had attended to Nino's party like a guest, like he wanted to go and spend time with them, like they were his friends alongside with the girl he was trying so hard to find.

"What do you want?" He yelled at them, shaking his head and starting to turn around when Alya said,

"Why are you drawing pictures of Marinette?"