Welcome to the prologue of my new and first Loud House based story!
Name: Still Rock and Roll To Me
Chapters: N/A
Relationships: (Will be added when they appear) Luna Loud/Sam Sharp, Chaz/Leni Loud, Lynn Jr Loud/Paula, Lincoln Loud/Ronnie-Anne Santiago, Luan Loud/Maggie, Lana Loud/Lola Loud.
Notes: None of the Loud family is related in this. The name "Loud" is Luna's stage name though. Let me make this clear - if you have any hate on my story or say "this is rubbish, go kill yourself" I will actually come threw your device and slap you with my laptop. :D Let's get started then! Also - this is the prologue! Each character is going to go through something (can't say what) but Chaz is going to go through his first. These events happen at different times in the story - if your confused, just say. Also, comments are welcomed! 3 Last note - sorry for the prologue for being so small, the chapters will be in 1-4 parts. It depends on how I feel.
That being said, away we gooo~
Luna Loud can't remember the last time she was like this. On her old, worn out faded brown sofa along with the company of the gloomy moon light and her many episodes of "You Think You're Swagger Mate?".
The room is covered in used-tissues, along with three buckets of popcorn that have been knocked over a while ago.
But where is Luna Loud currently, you may ask?
Well fear not. The answer is that she's vacating the floor – underneath all of those covers in front of the TV. Her once-alive brown eyes earlier that day would light up at the sight of her favourite TV show, but alas – they just boar into the TV screen's contents, dark circles forming due to the time she has stayed up at. When she blinks slowly, the pain and tirelessness settling once again in her dull eyes.
But she couldn't care less.
All she wanted to do was watch TV, and be lost in it. Forever.
Lana Gregory. She knew she messed up big time. Her step-father (she didn't even want to call him that) would definitely use this as an excuse to kick her out after all this time. Lana knew that her Mother would bit her lip like she always does, and try to change her husband's mind – if that failed to work – then Lucy would be forced to side with Dan.
When the man called out her name with a scratchy cough following after it, Lana tsks sourly.
Picking up her feet lazily, she drags them across the floor, her eyes casting to anywhere besides her Mother's shameful eyes – a scowl appears on her face when her eyes lock with Dan's. The man in question gives a slow nod to the Police Man whom shuts the door, and glances at the other people sitting in the jail-cell.
Lana trudges in front of her parents, ignoring the cries from her Mother when she runs away from them. She doesn't know if she's crying or not – but she decides that the stinging and heart ache feeling is guilt. No – maybe it was regret?
Tears start to form in the corners of her eyes as she speeds away from her Mother and Dan, not noticing that when she leapt into the road, the car didn't stop.
Luan Johnasson hums slowly, her shaking hands placing the cups on the beer-stained tray, her other hand latching onto the nearby leather red chair, pieces of long-forgotten food a reminder of how much she has to clean up.
How much time she has to remember it all.
Her lips tremble, a sneer on the tip of her tongue.
She doesn't know how to feel. She feels so...
Broken.
That's one way to describe the blistering pain she is currently feeling. Her eyes were already puffy from the long hours of crying in the bathroom, she feels as if she has no more tears left to cry. But when the heat suddenly gets to her – her face erupting red and her nose becoming runny – she lets out a wail, before she falls down to the black and white chequered floor.
Along with the hiccups and the sobs, the only other sound is the cups and the tray falling to the ground in a loud clatter.
Charlie Montgomery, known as Chaz by his friends, is currently downing his sorrows in a pub near the boarder of Royal Woods.
Sometimes he gets drinks for free, knowingly fully aware that they pity him. Some even buy him some peanuts or crisps, just to make fun of the way he eats.
He just doesn't care.
Between this and going back to work – seeing a familiar blonde, he just doesn't want to get over her. Not yet.
Waving over the bartender once again, he places a few dollars on the counter, asking for another beer.
It's going to be a long night. He thinks.
A long night to forgot and woe.
"We're a rock group. We're noisy, rowdy, sensational and weird."
-Angus Young
"You only hear the music when your heart begins to break."
- My Chemical Romance