Okay! So I changed the description for my book to this!

Third Installment to the Red String series.

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"I don't know what's wrong with me Plagg."

"Kid, I don't think anyone knows the answer to that riddle."

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"But every wound deep enough for stitches, always leaves a nasty scar behind."

What do you guys think? Is this a yay or nay? Also, why doesn't anyone read "Third Installment to the Red String series"? I get so many people being confused because they skip the first book to the sequel or even this one. IT IS UP TOP FOR A REASON GUYS!

Haha, anyways, if you guys want to tell me things that you want me to include into this story, or into a totally new story to write, don't hesitate to just ask! Make sure to tag me, or PM me, because sometimes you guys just get lost in the sea of comments. Now onto the long awaited Chapter Fifteen!

The two girls walked down the empty halls together, Alya grinning wildly, the same grin she wore when she got a huge scoop on Ladybug or Chat Noir, so it was safe to say that Marinette was slightly scared. Okay, maybe a little (lot) more scared than that. Several questions were darting through her head all ranging from, did I slip up to does she know about Chat Noir and I? The thought of Chat Noir made her flinch. Now she could see just how similar he and Adrien were. She didn't know whether to feel stupid or embarrassed about it. She had told Adrien himself that she used to love him!

That in itself seemed to be no issue, because she had already been dating Chat Noir who was Adrien, but there was more to it than just that. As Ladybug, she had rejected Chat so many times, all because she was in love with his civilian self. She hurt him, repeatedly, and then proceeded to fall in love with him as Marinette! And if, when, her mind added unhelpfully, he discovers who Ladybug actually is he's just going to hurt more. Marinette sighed. She hadn't seen Chat Noir in days, two weeks and four days to be exact. Ever since Soie Aérienne, she had kept more to herself.

"-nette? Marinette!"

Marinette was yanked out of her thoughts by her overly rambunctious best friend. Alya had literally pulled Marinette's arm to get her attention, which turned out to work perfectly. The bluenette blinked her sapphire eyes back into focus, a look of panic crossing her face as she realized she had missed what Alya said. Sheepishly, she scratched the back of her head, looking at her bespectacled through her thick eyelashes. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

Alya rolled her caramel eyes good-naturedly. "I said, I forgot my bag at my locker, so go ahead to class. I'll catch up with you later."

If Marinette hadn't have been so wrapped up in her thoughts about Adrien/Chat Noir, she would have noticed that Alya's powder blue messenger bag was hanging from her shoulder. But alas, she didn't so she just nodded as Alya jogged back to the lockers. She continued her trek to the classroom, still pondering Adrien. She was going to have to face him today, but oh boy, she did not know how soon she was going to be confronting him.

She pushed open the heavy wooden door that led into Mme. Bustier's classroom only to have her eyes assaulted. There was pink. Everywhere. She wasn't kidding, every inch of the walls was covered from floor to ceiling in pink post-it notes, windows and wooden floors as well. In fact, the only thing that wasn't completely concealed by the sticky notes was the ceiling. And in the middle of this bubblegum colored mess, stood Adrien with a wide smile, his viridescent eyes softening as they landed on her. Marinette just blinked, her mind not quite understanding what was happening just yet. All she knew was that her entire classroom, benches and tables included, was covered in pink sticky notes, Adrien was looking at her, and that she had a slack jaw.

"Hi, Marinette." Adrien nervously scratched the nape of his neck, eagerly awaiting to know what she thought. He flexed his long, thin fingers, sore from all the writing he had done. On every single one of the post-it notes was either an apology, or something that he loved about her. And even though he has been up since he called Alya, writing these notes, he still buzzed as if he had downed several cups of coffee (which to be fair, he had). Excitement bubbled through his veins, tinged slightly with some doubt as he worried that she may not like his idea of an apology. He tried, really. Marinette wasn't the type of girl who would be swayed by money. She wouldn't accept his apology because he bought her a puppy, or gave her some jewelry designed by his father. She was the girl who was content with watching Avatar on repeat, or challenge him on dates. She was the type of girl who would pay for her own things, no matter how rich the other person is. She was the girl he loved. And he was determined to do anything for forgiveness.

Marinette, however, had no idea why Adrien was doing this grandiose gesture for her. She couldn't think of anything, and when she racked her brain for something, anything, she still came up with nothing. She was wowed by the effort that he had put into this, but she couldn't understand why he would do it.

"Uh, what- what uh, what's happening right now?" Marinette inquired, the confusion written very clearly on her face. And that confusion had passed on to Adrien, who grew even more awkward as the seconds ticked by.

Adrien cleared his throat, preparing to say his well-written speech about how sorry he was, but when he looked into her cobalt eyes, the words were immediately forgotten. Everything was jumbled, and he couldn't think straight. The only thing running through his mind in that moment was Marinette, and how much he loved her. It was strange really. He knew he loved her, he'd known that for a long time, so what made this feeling so different? There weren't any butterflies fluttering around in his stomach, and his blood wasn't buzzing when he watched her. It was just this calming sensation washing him from head to toe, lulling him to be closer to Marinette. There wasn't any erratically beating heart in his chest, or any other overused clichés. It was just peace. He was at peace when he was with her, and that was something that he hadn't realized he had needed so much.

"I'm sorry." Geez, he really went all out with that one, didn't he? Adrien wanted to groan at his simple words but he bit his tongue as he noticed Marinette open her mouth to speak.

"Sorry about what?" Marinette was still confused and was not getting any answers from his apology. What could he have done wrong recently? In his Adrien form at least. In fact, she hadn't been speaking to either identity of his for sometime now. Was that why he was apologizing? Did he think she was upset with him or mad at him and that was the reason she wasn't talking to him? Granted, she was upset with him, but she was more upset with herself if anything. Or something like that, she was still puzzled about her feelings. But still! Now she felt guilty that Adrien had felt this way because of her.

"I'm sorry for leaving you during the Avatar performance, and I'm sorry it took me so long to text you back afterwards," This made Adrien's mind wander to the woman who was one of the many victims of Hawkmoth. He hoped she was doing better now, those people had seemed very concerned for her. He was seventy percent certain that they would help her get over that. He knew that Marinette was someone he cared for, and that she would always be a priority to him, but he wasn't sorry that he had helped the victim. It may not have been in the job description, but he didn't like that people were left behind. If he could help them, then he would. But he was still sorry about giving Marinette no explanation. "I should've told you more or-"

"Adrien, I'm really not upset about it!" Marinette rushed to explain, waving her hands wildly in front of her. That was when she knocked down one of the many sticky notes. She hurried to pick up the fluttering piece of paper, she noticed something she hadn't seen before. In a familiar chicken scratch handwriting, she read;

I'm so sorry, Marinette. To me, you'll always be the sweetest girl in class.

     Marinette looked at the other post-it notes, seeing that Adrien had written on them all, dark ink covering them with sweet words. The gesture made her heart melt, and she loved Adrien all the more. He had gone through so much time and effort, just for her forgiveness. It was so sweet and pure and so many other things that made Adrien just as much as it made Chat. They were two in one, and suddenly she couldn't remember why she was so upset with Adrien being Chat. What was there to be upset about? She was so moved by his affection, that she lost all control of her body. She forgot that he didn't know that she knew who his other identity was. She just wanted to kiss him. Chat Noir. Adrien. The boy she loved with all her heart and soul.

So she did just that.

Got some Adrienette action going on in this chapter. What did you think of Adrien and Alya's surprise? And of Marinette's kiss with Adrien? How's he going to react? Who knows. I know. And to those in America, Happy Thanksgiving!

Until next time, peace!