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Epilogue

Even after over five years of knowing him, dating him for the majority of that time, and being engaged to him for over a month, Marinette was never going to get tired of seeing Adrien's face first thing upon waking up.

Of course it would've been nicer to wake up cuddling in their bed instead of on the couch of the tour bus, with the other band-members sleeping in close proximity and with a backache from sleeping on the bus for weeks.

"Good morning, gorgeous," said a half-awake Adrien, who had noticed she had opened her eyes.

"Good morning, hot stuff," replied Marinette, yawning and putting her head on his chest. "Please tell me we still have a couple of hours left to sleep."

"We aren't in Paris yet. You can sleep a couple of extra hours," replied Adrien. "I think I'll do the same."

Marinette was thankful for that. She felt like death itself since she hadn't slept much in the last few months. With the upcoming separation of the band, they'd done three goodbye tours in a row: first a Euro tour, then a world tour, and finally a tour in France. The very last concert was scheduled to be in Paris, of course. Since it was the city where the band was born, it was only right for it to be the city where the band ended.

The separation was on amicable terms, of course. All of them adored each other. But they had different dreams and wanted to take different paths. Marinette was having mixed feelings about it.

On one hand, she was sad. She was going to miss the Catafans, the excitement of being in the band performing for the public, and most of all, she was going to miss the boys, Jagged, and Penny. They were planning to keep in touch, of course, but it was not going to be the same.

On the other hand, she was excited. She was starting design school next fall, and it was a dream come true. She felt a little odd because she was going to be the only twenty-five-year-old in a group of kids that had just graduated from Lycée. However, she had spent the years between Lycée and starting design school singing and dancing onstage with her favorite band. It had been the best years of her life.

"What are you thinking about?" asked Adrien. She didn't know how he knew she was still awake since she had her face resting against his chest.

"The future," replied Marinette. "The upcoming end of the band."

Adrien pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "I still can't believe this is our last concert," he replied.

Marinette couldn't believe it either. It felt like yesterday she had given her first concert with the band since the day the world had found out she was a girl. In hindsight, it was a relief that the truth had come out before she ever went touring with the boys. It would have been impossible to keep her secret from them while being stuck on the bus together twenty-four seven. Besides, concerts were an extremely exhausting experience. She would've passed out if she had been obligated to survive a full concert wearing a binder.

"Well, it's my last concert; you still have plenty of concerts to go, Monsieur Pianist," replied Marinette.

She didn't need to look at his face to know he had smiled at that. He had told her at great lengths about how he loved to play. He used to hate it growing up because his dad forced him into it, requiring him to practice boring songs that nobody but his dad liked for hours on end. But now that he was free to play whatever he wanted, he had realized that he loved it and he wanted to keep playing the piano after the band was over.

"And I'm planning to enjoy every single one of them, but I'll miss the band," admitted Adrien.

"I'm going to miss the band too," said Marinette. "But we can always make a come-back when our songs are so old that they become popular again. Maybe in twenty-five years, when we're fifty."

"Won't you be too old to dance?" teased Adrien.

"The fans would be too focused on your baldness to notice my dancing anyway," replied Marinette. She didn't really think Adrien was going to go bald if his dad's healthy hair was any indication, but it was fun to tease him.

"Why must you hurt me this way?" asked Adrien.

"You'll live," replied Marinette. In a more serious tone, she added, "I know we'll all be busy and we'll have vastly different schedules. And it'll be hard to reunite the whole group, but at least this year, we'll still have three opportunities to see everybody: Marc and Nathaniel's wedding, Alya's graduation, and… our wedding."

"It always cheers me up remembering you agreed to marry me," replied Adrien, kissing the top of her head again.

"Cheesy," replied Marinette, giving him a small kiss on the lips.

The End

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Tete