Hello everyone! So, I had to fix the end of Stormy Weather 2 because it left me feeling frustrated and I felt my heart be wrenched out of my chest. I had so much hope and oblivious Adrien struck again. I hope that you enjoy this and that it satisfies a bit of the frustration you felt as well.

Hope you enjoy!

"No, Marinette couldn't possibly be in love with me. She's just a friend who loves fashion. Besides there's Luka…" Adrien said looking between the heart shaped valentine and the note Marinette wrote.

"It's just someone who has similar writing. That's all," he said, setting down the two pieces of paper on his desk.

"Are you sure about that?" Plagg said, coming in front of Adrien, "I mean the two do look pretty similar." He was trying to push his charge in the right direction, but the boy was so blind. He didn't want to come out and say that Marinette was in love with him, drastically in love with him, and that this girl was also Ladybug, the love of his life. Sometimes Plagg just wanted to slap the boy, but he couldn't fault him completely. Adrien did flat out ask her if she had a crush on him and she said no, obviously Plagg knew she was lying, but Adrien believed her.

"I don't know, Plagg," Adrien said, sitting throwing himself onto his bed and rolling over to face the ceiling, "I mean even if it was her, it's been a while since she would have sent it. She's probably moved on by now."

"But if she hasn't and it was her, would you do anything?" Plagg asked him. Why did humans have to be this difficult? Plagg was relieved that he would never have these issues. The love between himself and his faithful camembert would always remain true.

"I don't know. I've never really thought of her that way," Adrien said. It was true. He hadn't really thought of Marinette in the romantic sense. She had always been his friend. She was very dear to him and he did love her in a way. She was always there for him and he was thankful that she was in his life, but could he see her in a different way?

But wait! Adrien sat up in his bed and said, "Plagg, she couldn't be in love with me. She told Cat Noir that she was in love with him and she was heartbroken when I told her that I loved Ladybug instead."

Plagg wanted to slam himself into the wall. He wanted to scream from the rooftops. Why couldn't these two boneheads make his life any easier. They were both digging themselves into a bigger hole.

"I mean you could always just ask her and if it's not her than its not her," he said while silently screaming to the gods. The next time he saw Tikki he was going to have a serious chat with her about how keeping secret identities indeed secret was good in theory, but extremely painful and frustrating in execution. Maybe he could convince her that their two charges needed to fess up and they could then live happily ever after and Plagg could go back to being blissfully happy with his one true love, camembert.

"I guess I could," Adrien said and went over to look at the card again. He had thought about it every now and then, but he had always wished it had been from Ladybug. An actual ladybug even landed on it as if it was a secret signature from her. He had no idea how she would have done that, but a boy can dream. He decided that it wouldn't hurt to ask Marinette about it. Worst case scenario she says no. He put the card in his backpack and started looking through the notes Marinette wrote out for him. Even if they didn't love each other, he would be completely lost without her.

Next day…

Adrien walked into school a bit later than he normally would. He wanted to catch Marinette when she got here, and it was quite a rare occurrence that she was here early. He went back to the lockers and was putting his things away when he saw her walk in.

She smiled when she saw him and waved as she walked up to him.

"Hey, Marinette," Adrien said, "Thank you so much for the notes. I really appreciate it."

"Oh, yeah, sure, no problem. I was happy to do it," she said, opening up her locker. She put her backpack in after taking out what she needed for Ms. Bustier's class. She closed her locker door and was about to go around him when he turned to her and asked, "Hey, Marinette? Do you have a moment?"

She turned around to him and he could see her eyes go wide and she started to fidget, "Um, yeah, what is it?"
He could never understand why she could still get so nervous around him. Albeit, she had gotten a lot better about it, but she never really seemed to do it around anyone else. He turned away from her and looked in his bag. Plagg was sitting in there, resting on a bed of cheese and gave him a thumbs up. Adrien shook his head and grabbed the valentine. He debated for a brief second, wondering if he should ask her. He didn't want to throw something on her and make things awkward between them. It would devastate him if he ruined things between them.

He pulled it out anyways and he saw her go still. He rested his hand on the back of his neck and looked down at the valentine before looking back to her. She was staring at him as he said, "So, I was looking at the notes you gave me and I realized that the handwriting seemed familiar. I got this valentine in the mail last Valentine's Day and it wasn't signed."

Marinette's cheeks started to get really red and he quickly said, "I'm sorry. I just thought that I would ask. I mean I've been wondering who it was from and the two handwritings looked the same and I don't want to make things weird between us for asking because I would hate if things got weird between us. I mean you are one of my best friends and—"

"Adrien," Marinette said, cutting him off as she grabbed his arm. He realized he hadn't been looking at her and he pulled his head up to meet her eyes. She had a small smile on her face and her cheeks got even redder when she said, "I thought that between the two of us I was supposed to be the rambler."

He stared at her for a couple of seconds before bursting out laughing. She started to laugh with him and he looked back at the valentine in his hand. "So, I guess it wasn't you then?" he asked, but he realized that he was disappointed. All through the night and when he woke up this morning he was becoming more and more sure that it was her. He didn't really think about what would happen after he asked, but he didn't realize that he had been hoping that it was her.

He felt her hand tense on his arm and he looked back to her. She yanked her arm back and started twiddling her fingers together as she said, "um, well, you see. I don't know, um," and then she stopped. She lowered her eyes from his and he saw her take a deep breath before looking back to him with determination in her eyes.

"I was me," she said and he saw the determination falter as she said those words. It was her. It really had been her that sent it.

He saw her turn around and start walking when he realized he hadn't said anything back. He quickly took a few steps to meet her and grabbed her arm. "Wait!" he said.

She turned back around to face him, and he let her arm go. She wasn't his smiley, happy Marinette when she looked at him. All he saw written across her face was embarrassment and sadness. His heart skipped a beat when he saw her looking like that. He couldn't take seeing her like that.

"You were the one who answered my poem," he said, and she nodded and looked down at her feet.

"Thank you," he said and she snapped her head up to look at him, "I mean, this, um, it really made me happy when I got it, and I'm glad it was you who wrote it."

She just stared at him and he put his arm out for her to take. He felt a blush go across his face as he asked her, "Would you mind walking with me to class?"

She stared at him for a couple seconds longer as if she was shocked he would ever ask to do such a thing before coming out of her trance and nodding her head, "Yeah, um, I would like that very much."

She grabbed the arm he offered to her and they walked out of the locker room together. He looked down at her and realized that the more he thought about it, maybe he could think of her in a romantic sense. Maybe Plagg was right and that it was time to move on from Ladybug. It would take some time, but as he looked at Marinette, he realized that he could try.

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