Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction

Olive; The Forgetful

My feet burned against the hot tar on West Broadway while the California, Anaheim sun beat upon it and me. I continue walking for a while occasionally glancing up once in a while only to see dusty worn rooftops resting on the light tan homes that light up with laughter...

I wish I had a home...

Stop that! You'll get all mushy again...

Oh yeah, and palm trees. Seriously. Sooo many palm trees. I notice a couple seagulls flying overhead and made sure to avoid getting splattered. You'd be surprised how many times... My thought was interrupted by  reaching the park. I took in a deep breath. Immediately I ran over to the cluster of worn colored buildings with the wind whipping at my curly blonde hair as I whiz past dozens of trees and my feet glide along the green grass. I slow down and walk over the basketball court and head towards the white-or what used to be white-building where I live. I slip myself in the oh-so-familiar crevasse between an old white building and a dumpster. I look around, there is a dark cloth ceiling full of holes. The place is designed like a hallway-about 2 yards wide-so the wind jets through a lot of the time. Below the grey, concrete, hard walls are more grey, concrete, hard floors. It stays cold most of the time which is a nice convenience during the day, but at night... Brrrr. I sat down in the middle of my random personal objects: some crayons, old bikes, Disneyland wrappers... I allow my head to lean against the concrete relieving the sweat drips on my forehead. I sigh as a breeze of wind rushes through the tunnel. My head jerks up and my mind races as I remember:

I was going to meet Brian today at 4:00! I glance at the clock, 4:30.

AhhhhhHHHHH crAP! I should just be called Olive, The Forgetful.

Well it's not like I can buy a calendar! Defending myself from my thoughts.

I jumped upwards only to hit my head on a pole bracing the tree from collapsing. I hurry out of my 'home' and run out back into the scorching sun. I start to jog towards the perfectly-timed screeching bus leisurely driving past the park gradually getting slower. The doors scratch open and I jump in. The bus driver has a bushy beard with dirt-brown eyes. He holds out his hand and I stupidly stare in confusion only to realize he wants my bus pass. I frantically grab at my mini grey satchel (that I always have with me) and grab my bus pass and show it to him. He gestures me to the back. I turn to walk only to trip on an old man's groceries spilling them everywhere. 

"Oh my gosh! I'm so so so so sorry!"

Well done idiot. Are you going to pick them up Ms. Clumsy?

"I'm so sorry! I wish I could pay you back...."

I pick up all the groceries and notice I ruined pretty much all of it. I look up at him. He is an old Asian man with a pointy beard, brown eyes, a simply trimmed mustache, and a warm smile. He was obviously a tourist with Disneyland tickets in his hand, a red Hawaiian t-shirt, and a 'Judge Me By My Size Do You?' ball-cap. He scans over my tattered shorts and t-shirt, and, like the hundreds before him says,

"Oh, I see. Well, it's alright... What's your name?"

"Olive." I answer plainly, clearly embarrassed.

"Do you live in California?"

I look above his head towards the park. I shamefully nod and he lifts my chin up, just like if he were my own grandparent.

"That's a shame..." he mumbled.

"What?" I ask, confused.

"Oh, it's nothing. Come."

He pats the seat next to him closest to the window.

"Really?"

I ask dumb-founded. Anyone who ever found out I was homeless would run away like I had some kind of disease. He nods. I sit.

"So... Could you give me some tips? It's my first time ever leaving Paris." he asked, scanning outside the tinted windows back and forth, up and down.

"YOU LIVE IN PARIS?!" I squeal in excitement. He laughed and confirmed. He really lives in Paris.

*TIME SKIP*

We continued chatting all the way to Disneyland. The bus dropped us off and I run around the perfectly trimmed hedges towards where there were no guests allowed. I start to see more and more familiar happy faces. Scanning the crowd, I finally see my friend, Brian-an Imagineer for Disney-lets me in through the well-known tan door labeled 'Cast Members Only' and I take a step in.

Author's Note: HEY GUYS! Don't judge me. This is gonna be FUN!