Miraculous Ladybug: Get me out of here

I hate bubbles

A/N: Thank you for your response to this story so far! I hope you enjoy this chapter. The second chapter is always more nerve-wracking to post than the first chapter since I feel like I have a lot of expectations to live up to and I don't want to disappoint anyone. Well enough talking, happy reading!

I hate my bed. Whenever I'm trying to fall asleep, it's like sleeping on a slab of rock. But when it's time to wake up, it's suddenly the most comfortable place in the universe. It's like it can't make up its mind.

My mom came into my room, throwing back the curtains. 'Torturing John' seems to be one of her favourite pastimes, as you can see. I groaned, hiding underneath my blankets. Piss jumped on top of me, trying to find my face so he could cover it in slobber.

"Time for school!" Mom cheered.

I tried really really hard not to fall back asleep. I heard my vermin step-sisters giggling in the background. Of course. They always like to mock me.

"Beat it," I told Piss. Speaking of Piss, I actually needed to piss, which wasn't very comfortable either. So I decided to get up.

I groaned. My school bag was way too heavy. Why did every single book have to weigh a million kilos? Then again, it was the first day back, and that was when you were expected to bring all your crap to school.

I glared at the front door of our house, rubbing sleep off my face. Avril was helping her vermin get ready for school, so it was just me and Mom.

"Bye, honey," Mom said, gently squeezing my shoulder. "Good luck, okay? I'm so proud of you."

"Yeah, yeah," I said, trying not to smile. "See you later."

I left the house, walking down the street. It was a nice day, clear blue skies. Weirdly enough, it always seemed to be a nice day when crap happened. I adjusted my hearing aid; of course, it was still a bit too loud. When I was little, my dad had told me the hearing aid would give me 'super-sonic' hearing, but it was more like 'super-annoying' honestly.

And then I got a massive sense of deja-vu when I saw a crowd of girls ahead, and a familiar blonde guy.

Are they always following him? I thought, raising a brow at Adrien. Poor guy never seemed to get any privacy.

He wasn't completely alone however, as there was another guy standing next to him. His buddy had short, dark brown hair, tan skin, and amber eyes. He wore a plain red cap, black-rimmed glasses, and had a pair of dark headphones hung around his neck. His short-sleeved shirt was blue with an eye design on the front. Around his blue-grey jeans was a brown belt. He wore a heap of wristbands on his arms and some pretty nice looking red shoes.

I was kind of surprised to see Adrien again. After I'd seen him the first time, I hadn't expected I'd ever run into him again. But there I was.

Once again, Adrien noticed me as well and beamed at me.

"John, hey!" he waved.

Huh, he remembered my name, I thought. Then again, in English-speaking countries, John's a pretty common name. Not so much in France, so it's unique I suppose (even though it sounds like 'Jaune', which is in fact French). My mom is half-English and her dad's name was John, so she decided to name me after him. Go figure I guess.

"Uh, hi," I said, awkwardly. To be honest, I wasn't too happy to see him. Not because I disliked him, but because I had a train to catch and that thing waited for no one.

"Who's this?" Adrien's buddy asked.

"Oh, this is John," Adrien introduced. "We met the other day."