Don't play song till later:)

I finally got an idea.
Thank miraculous, I was running out of ideas, then I woke up this morning thinking about this fic, so I re-read it and thank cheese I did! I know this is my first update since August, but please stick around, I'll try my hardest to figure out what happens next :)
Also new wacky character!

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"I need to pee,"

"Wow, thanks Nino for that useful and wanted piece of information,"Alya rolled her eyes sarcastically.

"But it's true. Do any of you see a store or something around?" Nino asked, shifting side to side frantically.

I look around at our surroundings. Tall, ancient buildings that held apartments towered above us like mountains. No stores in sight, not even a small café.

"Maybe there's something around the corner?" I suggested.

Nino nodded, sprinting down the street, leaving the three of us, too lazy to run. When he turned the corner, he poked his head out from behind the building.

"I'm going into a record shop," he called, before retreating back.

We made our way around the corner, searching for the shop Nino claimed he was in.

"There it is," Adrien pointed to a small, brick building that stood between large apartment buildings that drifted a shadow on the secluded store. A large sign sat above the doors saying Groovy Records. A picture on a disc beside the lettering. Two big glass windows were on each side of the bright red door, showing the tables and shelves full with discs and record players of all colours and sizes, posters of famous singers plastered on the walls.

As Alya opened the door, a jolly bell welcomed us in delight. A swift smell of cardboard and plastic filled my lungs, and faint music sounded off the walls. I spotted an old, wooden record player with a tube of gold that reminds me of a horn was attached, echoing the soft sound through the crowded room. There didn't seem to be any workers or other costumers around.

I walked closer to the record player, trying to catch what song this was. Beside it was disc holder that had a picture of Lionel Richie and his name on it. The song soon ended, leaving a few seconds of silence, before a soft piano melody started.

Start song

I've been alone with you inside my mind,

"Oh, I love this song," Adrien said from his spot across the room.

"And in my dreams I've kissed your lips a thousand times," he sang in a not surprisingly decent voice.

"I sometimes see you pass outside my door," Alya added, her voice actually pretty good.

"Hello," Nino came out suddenly from the washroom, a grin on his face, "is it me your looking for?"

"I can see it in your eyes," Adrien stepped toward the other boy.

"I can see it in your smile," Nino sang badly back.

"You're all I've ever wanted," the two boys sang in unison, "and my arms are open wide," they held out their arms, wrapping each other in a one armed hug.

"'Cause you know what just to say," Alya sang, stepping towards me.

"And you know just what to do," I sang back, laughing.

"And I want to tell you so much," we both sang together.

"I love you," all four of us sang, causing each other to break out in laughter.

During the instrumental, Alya took my hands, dancing us towards the other side of the store, where the boys stood smiling, arms hung on each other's shoulders.

Nino slid from Adrien, only to take Alya away from me so they could dance together as a couple.

"I long to see the sunlight in your hair," Nino sang lovingly to the smirking Alya.

"And tell you time and time again, how much I care," They sang together, dancing slowly.

"Sometimes I feel my heart will over flow," Adrien sang, swaying, making his short ponytail sway with him.

"Hello," we all belted more like a scream, then song, "I've just got to let you know,"

"Cause I wonder where you are," I started dancing with myself, flowing with the music, "and I wonder what you do,"

"Are you somewhere feeling lonely," Adrien felt the boxed filled with disc holders as he walked down the aisle, "or is someone loving you?"

Somehow Nino found a microphone and now is standing on a wooden stool. "Tell me how to win your heart," if he was a good singer, he would've done amazing at this part. "For I haven't got a clue,"

"But let me start by saying," we all sang, "I love you," we belted out.

Laughter filled the room, overpowering the soft instrumental from the song that started this fiasco in the first place. Thank cheese no workers has come to ruin our fun, let alone dignity yet.

Adrien stood on the stool beside Nino, playing an air guitar, which made everyone laugh harder. I grabbed Alya's hands, dancing the salsa with her. Nino thumping the microphone on his leg to mimic drums.

"Hello," they shouted out, "is it me you're look for? 'Cause I wonder where you are, and I wonder what you do. Are you somewhere feeling lonely? Someone loving you?"

Nino again stole Alya from me, which made me pout.

"Tell me how to steal your heart, for I haven't got a clue,"

A hand wrapped around mine, spinning me into strong arms into a slow dance.

"Just let me start by saying," his green eyes sparkled in a fiery glow, "I love you," Heat rose on my cheeks, spreading all the way to my neck. He held me close, hand on the small of my back, the other clutched in my hand. At the last few chords of the song, he spun me around, before pulling me back in his hold.

The song was now at an end, so was the disc it seemed, since no other song started. Adrien let me go, stepping back with a slight blush dancing on his sharp features.

"Looks like you all are having fun," a new voice said.

We all jumped in a panic, our faces turning red from embarrassment. Turning our attention to the new visitor, who was below the arc which led to the bathrooms, a smug grin on her face.

The women, about in her early fifties, had on a bright yellow sun dress, embroidered with a rainbow of flowers. She wore bulky brown boots, large green sunglasses that covered her dark skinned face. Dangle earrings fell onto her shoulders, a firetruck strapped at the end of the silver chains. She sure was a particular sight to see, especially since she was wearing a sundress during the cold autumn. She tilted her head, causing her black, messy curls that possessed strings with golden bells tied in the thin strands of hair to sway.

"I was in the storage room, when I heard all of your prettying faces singing along to Mr. Richie,"she giggles, a soft sound until she gave out a shocking snort.

"Sorry madam for causing ruckus. We will leave if we are a burden," Adrien said, being the posh gentlemen he is.

"No,no,no," the woman shook her head, making the bells ring with her, "I enjoy your enthusiasm for the greatness that is Mr. Richie!," she giggled, placing her hand on one side of her mouth, like she has a secret, "he's my favourite," she whispered, "and I'm not a Madame, I'm a mademoiselle, but don't worry about it. I'm used to the error," she shrugged.

The woman started walking down the first aisle, sliding her hand on the disc cases. The brown, clunky shoes sounded behind her as she walked, bells ringing within every step.

All four of us watch her closely with every step the odd woman took. The woman seemed to be looking for something in particular, since her brows furrowed, pointing at the letters that organized the discs. Her face lit up once she found what she was looking for, big pearly teeth shone against her magenta lipstick. She slipped out a folder, making her way to the record player, fishing out the disc, gently placing it back were it belongs, before placing in the new one.

As soon as she turned around, the music sounded into the room.

"Who likes the king of rock?"she asked, taking off her sunglasses with a swipe, revealing emerald eyes.

We stared in silence, before we all realized that she was waiting for an answer.

"Uh, who doesn't?" Alya chuckled nervously, the two boys and I mumbling in agreement.

The cheery woman place the sunglasses on her head, shaking her head.

"I have no idea!"

The upbeat song sang Jailhouse Rock first, Elvis Presley's voice filled the store with a rush.

The woman started to dance around, swinging her hips quite dangerously for her age, but it didn't seem to bother her as as spun around, waving around her arms. She gave out a squeal, giggling and snorting in delight.

"I remember when I went to jail once," she said suddenly, a far away gaze in her piercing green eyes. As fast it was there it was gone, " thank goodness I was only there for a week," she giggled, "you know, some people don't understand good art when they see it. Sure it was not exactly on a public building, and it was illegal, but who doesn't like naked ladies?" she winked at Nino, making the poor soul to shiver in disgust and embarrassment. "I sure love 'em," she grinned.

"You got arrested just for that?" Alya asked surprised.

"Well, it was only going to be a fine, but then I may have accidentally punched an officer. Not on purpose though," she said in innocent voice, yet the expression on her face said other wise. She kept on dancing.

I looked over to the others, sharing the same panicked expression.

"S-so," I tried,"you are an artist?"

"Oh yes I am. I would hang them up in the shop, but the first time I did, the owner yelled at me, saying something about "nudity isn't appropriate" or whatever. So I hang it in my apartment instead," she smirked wildly, erasing the disapproval stare at the mention of the owner.

"You're a worker?" Adrien asked.

"Yes, I'm also a lot of things. The owner just owns, and I do the rest," she explained, still dancing like Elvis himself. It makes me wonder how many times she was dancing to this song in a empty store. Heck, even when costumers were there.

"We still don't know your name. Do you mind telling us?" Alya asked.

She stopped dancing,"My name is, Rayne," she bowed, flashing us a smile. "I would like for you to share your names, before I forget to ask,"

"My name is, Alya,"

"Ah, the meaning of sky, heaven and loftiness, a beautiful name," Rayne smiled warmly. Alya smiled proudly.

"I'm Nino,"

"Hmm, God is gracious," she said the meaning with her arms wide open.

"Um, I'm Adrien,"

Rayne's eyes suddenly got dark, a frown upon her face, "the dark one," there was an uncomfortable silence, the air getting thick.

"My name is Marinette," I said nervously, trying to point the direction away. I could a soft sigh of relief from Adrien.

Rayne hummed in thought, "the one who rises," she smiled at me, making me smile back.

"How about your name? What does it mean?" I asked.

"Strong councilor. Nothing special or exiting, but in Scandinavian it means queen, which I'm totally fine with," Rayne smirked.

I gave out a small laugh, wondering how a woman like this could ever exist.

"So, are you younglings going to buy something? Or are you just staying for karaoke?"she placed a hand on her hip.

"Oh, well to be honest, we only came so Nino could use the washroom. We didn't expect to break out in song," Adrien explained, chuckling nervously. Us four tend to to this a lot around the older woman.

"Hmm, I can't say I blame you. Why would younglings like you bunch would like old record players, especially now with the small computers," she caressed a small wooden record player, without a horn like the record player that is playing Elvis Presley right now.

"That explains the empty store," Nino nodded, now regretting the love of devices such as his "small computers".

"You all probably want to leave now, huh? That's okay, just let me get something before you leave," Rayne ran to her desk, opening an unseen cabinet, taking out something before closing it. She came back to us with a paper in her hand.

She handed it to me to read. There was a picture of Lionel Richie, lettering that spelled Groovy Records above his head, an address bellow.

"Just in case you want to do karaoke again sometime," she winked, green eyes flashing. "I've got the whole store for you to choose," she opened her arms, gesturing to the rows of discs behind her. "Or perhaps you want a strong councilor for some reason. I read somewhere I was good at that,"she smirked.

"If I need a queen I'm make sure to come to you," Nino said with a wink, causing Rayne to giggle, a snort escaping.

"Thank you. We'll make sure to visit soon," Adrien says.

"I know that I am coming back. This place is awesome!" Alya exclaimed.

"Really?!"Rayne squealed. We all chuckled, nodding with amusement.

"I'm looking forward to it then. See you soon younglings!"

"See you," we all replied, walking through the bell sounded door. The smell of plastic and cardboard gone, replaced with wet leaves and sunlight. The sound of Elvis's voice disappeared once the door was closed.

I take the poster, folding it twice before placing the paper in my jacket's pocket.

"Well that was something," Nino said.

"Yup,"we all said in unison, before bursting into a fit of laughter, the rush of everything finally crashing into us.

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•••Please don't use Rayne in any of your fanfics, she is an original character that is only of my use. Thank you.•••

Did you like that? For Rayne, I just suddenly felt like I wanted to make her seem crazy and out of the box for some reason. And as I write, I just made her crazier and crazier, with the hanging her nude painting in the store, to once going to jail. I kind imagine her as a hippy xD Sorry that the ending was so bad, but I didn't know how to get them out of there, so I made Rayne do it for me. And yes, you will be seeing her again ;)