A/N Sorry it's been so long, but I told you I'd produce a chapter two! I usually lose motivation for my stories but since this has no proper storyline I might continue it. Remember to review and PM to win the Reviewer of the Month for March!

When Alix woke up, the first thing she saw was Alya's foot in her face. The girls had managed to fall asleep last night while the TV was still going. She took the remote and switched it off. Even Marinette was lightly snoring.

"What time is it?"

Alix jumped. Alya turned around and sat up on the couch.

"Err, almost half 11." Alix looked at her watch. Her head was dizzy with the combined alcohol from last night and the night before. She stood up, but then felt faint and stumbled back down again.

"Woah." She closed her eyes tight in response to the dizziness.

"Alix? You OK?" Alya asked, standing up.

"Yep," she said, but could feel nausea in her stomach. "Wait, can you help me to the bathroom? I feel like I'm about to be sick."

Alya held Alix up and walked her to the downstairs bathroom. She quickly stuck her head in the toilet and threw up while Alya held back her hair (which had grown quite long now) and rubbed her back.

"Who's hugging the toilet now?" Marinette said, standing in the doorway and smirking.

"Not... funny." Alix said as she spat into the toilet.

"I'm gonna get you some water," Alya said as she stood up, "your liver's already doing enough work. Marinette, take over."

Alix threw up again but after a few minutes it had reduced to dry heaving. Standing up and flushing, she then washed her face and mouth.

"You'll be fine soon. Just a little booze. Nothing an ibuprofen can't fix." Marinette patted her shoulder.

"Thanks. Guess I shouldn't have said anything yesterday. Didn't think it would come back to bite me in the ass." She admitted. Alix was competitive, but even she knew when she was wrong.

"Karma's a bitch, they say," Alya said, coming in with a glass of water, which Alix downed in seconds.

She walked back to the sofa with the other two and grabbed her phone.

"Oh, shit!" She exclaimed. Suddenly full of adrenaline, Alix found herself jumping off the sofa and nearly tripping over the cushions. "I forgot I had training with Kim!"

She grabbed her phone and coat, and was about to head out of the door when Alya stood in front of her.

"Nuh-uh, girl, you ain't going anywhere." She said, locking the door while maintaining eye contact.

"Why not? I have to hurry." Alix tried to push past Alya, but the journalist kept her guard.

"Alix, you're hungover, you reek of alcohol and you look like you haven't slept since Christmas." She pointed to Alix's visible eyebags. "Tell Kim he'll have to wait till tomorrow to get into your pants."

Alix blushed, but tried to hide it.

"We're not gonna-"

"Uh-uh. Save it for someone naïve enough to believe you. Today, you, M and I are going to do nothing but laze around, eat pizza, watch Netflix and sleep all day."

"I agree," Marinette said, "but no more booze. Otherwise we'll end up in the ER with exploded heads and alcohol poisoning, and my parents won't be so happy."

Alix huffed, but agreed. She texted Kim an apology and asked to reschedule, and then flopped back down onto the sofa.

"Cookies for breakfast?" She asked.

"Chocolate chip?"

"Done."

"You know, I like how our class is so diverse." Marinette said when they had finished the cookies.

Alix and Alya looked at her with confused expressions.

"How do you mean?"

"Marinette sat up.

"You know, how everyone comes from around the world. Like, I'm half-Chinese, Alya, you're Haitian, Alix, you're Latina, even Chloe has Egyptian blood. I like how it's all different."

Alya nodded. "Yeah, I get what you mean. Juleka's family is Lithuanian, Kim is Cambodian, even Adrien's mom was Scandinavian."

Marinette froze. "Really? From where?" Despite him being her boyfriend (eventually), she had no idea that Adrien had a Norse heritage.

"She grew up near the border of Norway and Sweden, but her parents were Swedish."

"You know an awful lot about her despite never having met her." Alix said suspiciously.

"My mom and Mrs. Agreste were good friends long before I joined François Dupont High. I never really met Adrien as he was stuck being homeschooled, and had photoshoots a lot more when he was a kid. After all, who doesn't want a cute kid modelling for their company?"

"Good point. What about-"

Marinette was cut off when she saw Alix clutching her abdomen, wincing.

"Dude, you okay?"

"Yep," she replied, her teeth gritted. "Just a cramp. It'll pass."

"Are you sure?"

"Mmhm, I'm good," her voice strained, though they weren't reassured when Alix let out a sharp cry of pain.

"OK," Marinette said, facing her, "describe your pain to me. Is it like someone has stuck a hand inside you, grabbed your intestines and squeezed?"

"More like the hand has twisted hard and is trying to rip them through my skin." She kept opening and squeezing her eyes shut.

"Did you eat any of the cheese from the platter last night?"

"Marinette, I have no idea what I ate last night. We were drunk, remember? Aah!" She cried out in pain.

"OK, we gotta get you to bed, stat. Alya, there's a thermometer in the kitchen drawer next to the dishwasher. Can you grab that and a cold rag, please?" Marinette said as she felt Alix's forehead, which was warm to the touch. She helped her up the stairs slowly, stopping every few seconds.

"I'm fine, you guys. There's no need to worry, nothing I haven't experienced before."

"Have you ever had cramps this severe before?" Alya asked, placing the thermometer under Alix's arm.

"Well, no."

"Then it's settled. You're going to bed." The thermometer beeped.

"37.5. Not bad, but we mustn't let it get any higher."

Alix climbed into bed, placing the cold rag against her forehead.

"Do you need anything? Something to eat maybe?"

Alix thought. "Some croissants sound really great right now."

Marinette laughed. "Coming right up."

When Marinette came back with a glass of orange juice and the dairy-free croissants, Alix wasted no time digging in. She was ravenous.

"OK, so I did some digging, turns out it may just be a one time thing. Sometimes if you get too stressed or have abnormal eating habits it can change the regularity of your period..."

Yeah, yeah. Cramps bad, they'll pass, something about stress and eating... God she was hungry. She wasn't even listen to what Marinette was saying.

"...Alix? Alix? Kim's here to see you."

"Huh?" The pink haired girl finally snapped out of her trance. "Kim?"

Marinette smirked. "Works every time."

Alix responded by throwing a pillow at her.

A/N So, my laptop went on the fritz after spilling the tiniest drop of water on it, now only half the keys work, and I had to stop writing in the middle of this. Also, I've only just been able to get a replacement phone last week, since my old one broke on Christmas Day (what a great present!).

However, since we're stuck in quarantine, I had more time to finish this off and pick a ROTM. This month's award goes to...

Jane the fan!

Thank you so much for reviewing, you have earned the March Reviewer of the Month. Congrats!

I've had to make a change to this author's note because of a comment I got for this chapter. I am well aware that in the series Alix is Arab and Chloe is pure French. However, because it is my story, I wanted to change it up a bit, and the idea of a Latina Alix intrigues me so much that I just had to include it. Also, I mentioned Chloe has Egyptian blood.
One, because however douchey she may be, I didn't want her in my story as just a stereotypical French girl while her classmates are from different countries with different ethnicities (no offence to any French people, I love your baguettes), which I also made up to my liking.

And two, I said that she has Egyptian blood, meaning that she could only have one parent that could be of Arabian descent (most likely her mom, I mean, Chloe looks Egyptian if you think about it). I don't know, I don't research the facts, I just write them!

(I also scrapped the pregnancy idea completely as it didnt work with the plot.)

Anyway, TFB's gotta go now, but remember to stay awesome, possums.

(If you know where that catchphrase is from we can be friends.)