Thank you guys so much for the amazing response! I was absolutely not anticipating that. I just wanted to write what I thought should have happened at the end of Stormy Weather 2 and I am so pleased that you all enjoyed it so much.

I wasn't planning on writing this out until next week, but here we are 2000 words later.

I hope you enjoy!

As Marinette walked home from Adrien's house, she had a smile on her face and a bit more of a skip to her step. She wished that she could have personally given him the notes, but she was more than happy to help him in any way that she could. Most people would see this as a way to cozy up to Adrien or a way to get him to notice her (and yes, that could possibly be true), but for her it was her way of being a good friend and a way to let him know that he could rely on her.

She was more than happy to not only help him, but help Alya and Nino too. She knew that they liked spending time with each other and when she saw a way to help all of her friends by doing something simple, she was happy to do it for them. How could she not?

She valued their friendship more than anything. She would be lying if she said that she didn't dream about having something more than friendship with Adrien however. She wanted nothing more than for him to sweep her off her feet and tell her that she was the one that he loved. She still hoped that one day that dream would become a reality, but she would rather be his friend than nothing at all. She knew that Adrien cared for her and that he valued her friendship and just that thought made her the happiest person in the world.

When she got home, she walked in the front door, the little bell above ringing as she walked in. She kissed her mother on the cheek and stole a cookie from her father before making her way on up the stairs to her bedroom. She put her backpack on her chaise and sat down with the cookie in hand. She split it, giving one half to Tikki who flew out of her purse and floated beside Marinette as the two shared the treat.

"That was a very nice thing for you to do for your friends today, Marinette," Tikki said, beaming at her charge. Tikki never once doubted that Marinette was the perfect Ladybug. Sure she made mistakes sometimes and her temper got the best of her, but to Tikki, that wasn't what made a person perfect. Even though she, as Marinette, didn't have her own "Miraculous Ladybug" cleansing charm, she never failed to set things right and Tikki had always admired her for that. Adrien wasn't joking when he called her their "everyday Ladybug". Marinette didn't need the costume to be Ladybug. Ladybug was just Marinette and she was Marinette in everything she did.

"Well, I was happy to do it. Alya and Nino have had plans to work on their homework together today all week and I wasn't doing anything today, so it really wasn't any problem," Marinette said, standing up from the chaise, "Speaking of which, since I have plenty of time on my hands, I can get started on a new project."

"What are you gonna be working on?" Tikki asked, following Marinette over to her sewing machine.

"There is a dress I've been wanting to make for a while now, I just haven't had the time to do it."

"Which one?" Tikki asked her and Marinette pulled out her sketchbook to show her. She flipped through the pages until she landed on one with a rough sketch.

"This one," Marinette said. It was the beginnings of a dress that had been rattling about her mind for a while now and she had just begun to sketch it out. Tikki saw that it looked to be a short, cocktail dress for a dance. It was a one shoulder dress that came down to just above the knee in a full skirt. "It's just a first draft and there are some things that I'm still not sure about or that need to be added, but it's a start, right?"

"I'm sure it will be amazing, Marinette!" Tikki said as Marinette got out her pencils and got to work.

Next day…

Marinette walked what would normally be a rushed run to school. She had actually managed to get ready and out the door at a decent time—well, decent for her at least—and made it to school without having to panic. She walked through the open door of Collège Françoise Dupont and made her way into the locker room to put away her things.

Adrien was still in there at his locker when she walked in. He looked up at her and she gave him a smile and a wave as she made her way on over.

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

As she opened up her locker, she looked back to him and said, "Oh, yeah, sure, no problem. I was happy to do it." She put her backpack in and got out the things she would need for Ms. Bustier's class today. Once she had everything, she closed the door and started making her way out.

Before she passed Adrien, he said, "Hey, Marinette? Do you have a moment?"

She wasn't really expecting that and like with any unexpected conversations with Adrien, her body's natural response was to freak out a bit. She had been getting better, but when she was caught off guard, she regressed into panic mode. "Um, yeah, what is it?" she asked as her fingers started to twiddle together.

He turned back to his locker before pulling something out that she thought she would never see again. She froze in place when she saw he held her valentine to him from last Valentine's day. She didn't move 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."

She felt her cheeks go red as she remembered that, yes, she had indeed not signed it and that she wished that she had never sent it in the first place. Her mind started spiraling as she thought of the situation past Marinette had forced her current self into and she hated it. Adrien was going to think that she was so lame and their relationship would be ruined and he would never want to be with her and they would never get married and have their three kids or their hamster named—"I'm sorry. I just thought that I would ask," he said, pulling her out of her thoughts and then he did something that she had never seen him do before.

"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—," she stopped him before he could finish. She had never seen him…ramble before and it was adorable. He was always so poised, so sure of himself that seeing him blush and talk like her was odd. Not a bad odd, of course not, but it was a side of him that she had never seen before.

She grabbed his arm and said, "Adrien." His eyes that had traveled down to the floor popped back up to look in hers. She started to smile a little bit as she joked, "I thought that between the two of us I was supposed to be the rambler."

He stared at her for a couple of seconds as if he was surprised that she had made a joke. She supposed that she hadn't really joked around with him very much. But, he busted in to laughter and it sounded so much like the first time she had heard him laugh. Of course, it was because an umbrella closed on her head, but it was one of the best sounds that she had ever heard.

He looked back down at her valentine that he held in his hand and asked, "So, I guess it wasn't you then?" Her body tensed up when he asked that. She had forgotten about the valentine. She also thought she heard a bit of disappointment in his voice, but no, that couldn't be right. She pulled her hand off of his arm and started twiddling her fingers together again as she stumbled, "um, well, you see. I don't know, um," and then she stopped.

What was she doing? This was the second time that he had asked her—albeit not directly—if she had a crush on him. She certainly failed the first time along with all the other times that she had the opportunity to tell him. Her mind briefly flashed to the note that she wrote out to him and how determined she was to finally tell him. (She refused to think of what she actually gave him). So, scrounging up as much determination that she could muster, she finally looked him in the eyes and told him the truth.

"It was me," she said and immediately the determination rushed away. Oh god, she screwed this up didn't she. She should have just said no, they could have laughed about it, and then been on their way. Well, there was no taking those words back now.

He was quiet for a bit too long and she was sure that he was thinking of ways to let her down and tell her that he wasn't interested. It was getting to be too much and she turned to walk away, but before she could take a step, he grabbed her arm and said, "Wait!"
She turned around to face him and she saw him read every emotion and thought across her face. "You were the one who answered my poem," he said, and she nodded and looked down at her feet.

She needed to get out of here, she needed to go, but instead she heard him say, "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 was shocked, utterly shocked. That was certainly not the response that she thought she was going to get. Not at all. She was coherent enough to register the blush that crawled upon his beautiful face as he held his arm out for her and asked, "Would you mind walking with me to class?"

She stared at him a couple moments longer trying to bring together her scrambled thoughts to form actual words. The love of her life wasn't running for the hills or laughing at her (not that she ever thought that he would, but you know). He was actually holding his arm out for her to escort her to class. Not just walking to class at the same time, but to escort her.

She quickly pulled herself out of her trance before he decided to revoke the offer and leave without her and said, "Yeah, um, I would like that very much."

He smiled at her as she grabbed his arm and they both walked from the locker room together. This was certainly not how she was planning for the day to go, but this was definitely the best moment of her life. She saw him still smiling down at her and she gave him a smile as well as she saw something flicker in his eyes. She wasn't sure what it was, but she didn't care. She was holding Adrien Agreste's arm and she felt like she could take on the world.

I hope you all enjoyed reading this from Marinette's POV. I am hoping to continue on with this story, but if I do the chapters will be a mix of Marinette and Adrien's Povs or just one or the other. Please tell me if you want to see more!

Thank you all so much!