Author's Note

This fanfic is a lot different from all of the others out there. Usually a fanfic is about the main characters of the show you're writing about, (in this case it being Miraculous Ladybug) but this isn't. (Don't worry though! Marinette and Adrien are still in it.) I wanted to try something new and different, so here is the end result. Enjoy! :)

The ball was racing towards me. I prepared my hands, knowing that the impact would hurt. Right as I gained contact with the ball I clamped my hands together. Despite my effort, the combination of mud and damp air proved to be my demise. The ball slipped clean out of my hands, taking my pride with it. Everyone on my team groaned, some letting their frustration show while others, like my three friends London, Ava and Andrew, meant it in a teasing manner. I shrugged helplessly to my team before picking up the smooth volleyball. I tossed it back to a boy who readied the next play.

"You know you're not supposed to catch a volleyball, right Charlotte?" My twin brother Benjamin asked, trying to hold back laughter.

I scowled at him. "My hands aren't for throwing a stupid padded ball around. I'm more accustomed to the-"

"The delicate keys of a piano. I know." Ben said, cutting into my argument. My frown deepened as he laughed and punched me lightly on the shoulder.

"I'm only kidding!" He said quickly. "What would I be without my other half?"

I smirked, my self confidence growing stronger with every laugh that bounced from my twin. "Nothing but a sack of flesh and bones."

"Spoken like a true introvert."

I laughed and shoved my brother, jogging back into the game of volleyball, trailing behind Ben and his shining, positive atmosphere. Although him and I were twins, we acted more like opposites. Ben was the light, I was the shadow. True we had our moments when we'd finish each other's sentences or play alongside the same joke or prank, but we never were identical on the inside. On the outside, we looked as identical as opposite gender identical twins can be. We were two sides of the same coin.

"Ben! Quick talking to your sister and let's get going! We're running out of daylight!" A boy yelled, waving his arms in the air as if he were signaling for a plane.

I rolled my eyes. The sun still has hours till it sets idiot. The boy who had just shouted at the two of us was Ben's best friend Logan Brown. If I weren't already Ben's twin, I'm sure Logan would've gladly been the replacement. They acted the same in almost every conceivable way. It annoyed me.

"Not so much luck today, huh?" Andrew asked, smiling as I stood next to him. Andrew was my only friend who played the piano at the same level as me. He wanted to become a concert pianist when he got out of high school, and I planned on doing the same. He's not really the popular type, and he's confessed to me multiple times that he gets along with girls better than he does boys.

I sighed. "I don't understand why people play this. Slamming your arms into a ball where the padding doesn't do anything just so you can get it over a ridiculously tall net doesn't seem very rewarding."

"Neither does complaining." He pointed out.

I glared at him for a moment before laughing. "I guess you're right." Before another word could be said, the more sport favored boys started the play, and the ball was served into the air. Andrew and I watched in mild interest as all of kids on our team hastily gathered beneath the ball and smacked it back over. It flied over the lines marking the boundaries.

"Out!" Logan shouted as he caught the ball and chucked it to the boy who was serving next. Ben whooped along with the rest of his team, everyone leaping back into their positions.

"Shouldn't we be helping?" Andrew asked.

"Nah." I replied. "So why didn't London come?"

Andrew looked over at me with an eyebrow raised. "Why do you think she didn't come?"

"Let me guess. She doesn't want to be around all of these boys?"

Andrew nodded with an amused smile plastered onto his face.

"I don't get it!" I said, exasperated. "She hangs around you just fine, and she doesn't complain about the boys in her drama class."

London's a peculiar girl. She's nice and occasionally you can get a witty comment out of her, but most of the time she's quiet and observant. However, she's an actress, and a hardcore one at that. She's had a lead role in every musical that's ever been performed at the high school, and yet those accomplishments haven't gotten her anywhere near the top of the social ladder. Why, might you ask? Well it's because she never talks about her lead roles, and she's such a different person on stage that people hardly even recognize her when she's in normal clothes without a bucket load of makeup on.

After about an hour more of standing around the field doing nothing but watching the others play, Andrew and I finally decided to leave the game. I told Ben I wanted to get home to practice piano, and Andrew used the same excuse. However, Ben knew I just wanted to get out of public, so he nodded with a knowing glint in his eye. I pulled out my keys from my pocket, pointing them at my old minivan as I clicked the "unlock" button. The car lights flashed once to signal the connection, and I slipped into the driver's seat while Andrew settled into shotgun. I shoved the key into the ignition, turning them to start the car. The minivan slowly sputtered to life, coughing out puffs of smoke.

"You need a new car." Andrew said, scrunching his nose in disgust.

"You say that every time you get in here." I retorted.

I pulled out of the parking lot, driving away from the park. I drove through the streets of Paris, slowly but surely making my way to Andrew and I's apartment. We both lived in the same apartment building, which was one of the reasons why we were so close.

Turning a corner, I slammed my foot onto the brake to avoid hitting the back of the car in front of me. "WOAH!" Andrew yelped, catching himself before his head slammed onto the dash.

"Sorry." I said, trying to see around the car in front of me.

Andrew groaned. "What's going on?"

I shrugged. "I don't know... maybe... do you think...?" I said, mostly talking to myself.

Andrew, catching onto my train of thought, smiled excitedly. "Maybe we'll see them!"

I forced myself not to smile, knowing full too well that you could easily be let down if you let your hopes rise too quickly. The higher you rise, the further you'll fall.

"Look! There! They're right there!" Andrew exclaimed, pointing out the window.

My heart jumped for a second as I saw the two of them, Ladybug and Chat Noir, standing on a roof up above. They smiled and waved to get the traffic going, and soon we all began to inch forward. Trying to keep my eyes on the road while looking at Ladybug and Chat Noir at the same time, my mind spinned with hundreds of possibilities of what made the two most famous people appear so randomly. Was there another akuma attack? Or was it a car accident? Soon the two superheros turned away from the traffic and leapt away, their silhouettes slowly fading as the distance between us became too great.

"What do you think they were doing here?" Andrew asked me, his face bright from the excitement.

I smiled to myself. Andrew was always a huge fan of Ladybug and Chat Noir, but then again everyone was. However, I had always had a curious wonder about them. Where did they come from? And how did they get their miraculouses? Is it possible I could get one too? "Probably just a car accident." I replied in a monotone, forcing myself out of my head.

As if on cue, blinking lights catched Andrew and I's attention. We looked out towards our left, seeing two wrecked suburbans, two completely smashed small cars and a police car all parked on the side of the rode. No ambulances were in sight, probably because of Ladybug and Chat Noir's help. An elderly couple, two teenage boys and one young woman stood before a policeman as he gestured his hands vigorously. Obviously the three guilty victims were getting a fierce lecture.