Alright everybody! Third post of the day!

This one goes out to my lovely fran, mayuralover. She was my 100th review on my fanfic The Promise!

This story will either be a 2-shot or a 3-shot, possibly a 4-shot if I feel inspired. Leaning towards 3 or 4 because I'm nice like that.

Anyways gotta run!

Marinette's POV

Dear Adrien,

I want to be honest with you. When I first met you I thought you were going to be just another stuck up rich kid. I couldn't have been more wrong.

I quickly realized in the midst of the thunderstorm that you defied my expectations.

I thought I loved you then but as I grew to know you and your unending kindness I realized there was so much more to love about you than I thought.

Your ability to forgive and show kindness to those who don't always deserve it is something I can't get out of my head.

You're not just some dreamy guy that's put up on billboards and posters all over france. Anyone who doesn't realize this doesn't deserve your affection.

The way you cared for me when we first met even though I was nothing but rude showed me that you're willing to go out of your way to be kind no matter the circumstances.

I hope you understand one day just how much you mean to me.

-Marinette

"Whatchya writin' Mari?" Alya smirks from behind me. I shriek and cover up the letter with my forearms.

"N-Nothing!" I blurt.

Alya snatches the closed envelope containing the letter from my hands.

"Ohh! A love letter!?" She gasps.

"I wasn't gonna send that!" I hollar.

"Then why's it sealed hmm?" she questions.

"I-I uh."

"I'll tell you what Mari, I think this pinning has gone on long enough. Either you send this letter to Adrien or I'll make sure it's delivered with a dozen red roses."

"You wouldn't dare.." I whisper, feeling offly betrayed by my best friend.

"Try me, Dupain-Cheng."

I stare at the letter in Alya's hand.

"I-I just can't... There's no way I could confess." I mumble.

"Alrighty then! I'll head over to the florists right away!"

"Please Alya! Don't do this! It's so embarrassing!" I bury my head in my hands.

"You know what, because we're best friends…"

"Yeah?" I ask, looking up, feeling quite hopeful.

"How about this, Mari; If you write him a second letter I'll reduce the flowers to one red rose and some baby's breath. Deal?"

"How did I get myself into this?" I groan

(Second letter will be revealed in the next chapter)