And here we are again with yet another story. Before we get to it let me say a few words.

First off this is ALOT longer than I had intended it to be. Especially since I am not really a Lynn fan to begin with. But the more I worked on the idea the more I wanted to try and work on her character, and the more fun I had.

Secondly I wanted to say that this story came about because of Mike The Red Engine. I liked his OC and thought it would be cool to try and write the character. I'll get into that more as the story goes on.

Third, I am breaking one of my rules and posting this before the whole story is finished. I am about 90 percent finished, but the first few chapters are all set to go. So I figured no sense in making Mike and you guys wait any longer.

The final point, is that this story marks the change in some of the writing. Things are going to get a bit more mature at times, and the language might get tad more T. With the kids getting older, pretty much everyone is a year older now, I figure they are going to act and talk like they are older.

Ok, as always I own nothing ... well I guess I kind own one OC in here. The Loud House and all its characters belong to their rightful owners, and Cory MacMillan belongs to Mike The Red Engine.

Sorry if there are spelling and grammar errors, this was long and I got tired of checking over and over and over again.

Ok lets get to it.


The Best Around

By Zoinks81

Chapter 1:

One of the Boys

The cafeteria at Royal Woods Middle School echoed with the sounds of laughter, gossip, and good-natured ribbing. The cafeteria was a fairly large room with white tile floors that often had a yellow tint do to the refection of the lights that hung over head. There were heavy gray double metal doors on opposite sides of the room, one to enter the cafeteria from the halls of the school, and the other to exit into a court yard in the back of the building. Next to those doors were four large windows, two on each side, that were supposed to help illuminate the room. Though on days when the sun was playing peek a boo behind some dark clouds, they did little to help with the lighting. Set up across the cafeteria were several tables, the ones with the long white plastic tops and the hard benches attached, the mildly smelled of cleaning fluid from a hasty wipe down before lunch started. Sitting at those uncomfortable eating areas, were crowds of hungry and energetic teens, all crammed together and eating food that would make those dollar store TV dinners look like a five course meal served at a fancy restaurant.

Lynn Loud Jr. sat at one of those long white plastic tables, the hard bench making her butt hurt like she had taken one of Luna's steel toes to her tender tush. She sat sandwiched between two of her best friends, Margo Fisher, a skinny girl with buck teeth and sandy blonde hair who often played on the same teams as Lynn, sat to her left. Emmy May, a new friend of hers sat on her right. They were doing what had recently become a lunchtime ritual since Emmy had started to hang out with them, a little thing they called lunch time pot luck. The three girls would combine their lunches and share whatever good stuff they managed to bring from home, knowing that even a homemade PB&J on white bread would be better than the slop that the forty eight year old woman in the hair net with the mole on her chin could dish out.

Margo pulled out two cupcakes, a tuna sandwich, some carrots, and a bottle of apple juice. The cupcakes were those chocolate ones with the white cream filling and that chocolate icing on the top. Just the mere sight of those mini cakes of chocolate heaven made the girls drool with anticipation. Lynn pulled out a cold meatball sub, spicy of course as Lynn's motto on meatball subs was often 'If it ain't hurting coming back out then it ain't worth going it'. This was a motto that her family tried dearly to tune out. Lynn's bathroom bragging was almost as bad as the lingering after affects of her trips to the porcelain throne room. She also had a fruit salad that her father had made for dessert the night before, it was pretty much just some apples, bananas, and few strawberries tossed together with a heavy whipping cream. To drink Lynn had managed to sneak out a chocolate milk from the frig, a rare treat that never managed to stay long in the Loud house. Unfortunately, all Emmy had to offer was a pack of cheese and crackers and a bottle of water.

"Sorry guys." Emmy said.

"Don't sweat it Emms." Lynn told her friend.

Lynn knew that Emmy's family had often struggled with money, pretty much living pay check to pay check. Her parents had split up a while ago, as her dad was not the nicest guy in the world, and that was being well beyond generous. To be blunt about it, he was an abusive dick. Emmy would never go into details as to just what he did, but the haunted and horrified look in her eyes said more than any words could have. Her mother moved to Royal Woods to get help from her sister, who was also barely scrapping by. Two single women in a small apartment, and trying to raise a teenager while working over forty hours a week. The money coming in always went back out to keep the creditors off their backs and to make sure they had a roof over their heads and some kind of food in their stomachs. This was why they started doing their lunchtime pot luck, to make sure their friend had more than just vending machine food in her belly.

Lynn and Emmy had met after Lynn had been "volunteered" by the vice principal to show her around. Lynn was pretty sure it was supposed to be a punishment for getting caught shooting spit balls at one of her friends during class. Her teacher had sent her for a visit to the VP, who was not too keen on Lynn's nonchalant attitude towards the so called offense. The joke, however, was on the VP as Emmy and Lynn hit it off fast, both girls bonding over a love of parkour and pro wrestling. Lynn noticed how Emmy reminded her a bit of Luna and Lana, only wrapped in skater cloths and sporting a "I don't give a damn" attitude towards most things. She was as tall as Luna but with blonde hair cut in a short punk style with pink tipped bangs that hung just off the side of her face. She often wore overalls with a white t-shirt that had a black skull printed on it.

As the three girls divided their lunches, Emmy began to try to convince her friends to join her after school at the park were all the other skaters gathered. She wanted to show them some new tricks she had learned. Emmy was still new to skating, getting a board for her birthday a few weeks before, so every trick to her was new trick. Lynn was not really into skateboards, but loved hanging out with her friend, the last time they hung out together they loaded up on nachos and Shock sodas at Flips, just chilling at the park and shooting the breeze. Emmy taught Lynn how to kick around a hacky sack, telling her to just think of it like a tiny soccer ball, and Lynn showed her how escape from the dreaded cobra clutch.

"You guys need to come by the skate park today." Emmy said, pulling off a piece of cupcake. "I need my cheerleaders there to Ra-Ra-Ra me." Emmy mocked the moves of the schools cheerleaders.

"The day I wear a skirt is the day I start shaving my legs." Margo said.

"Then we need to get you in a skirt soon Bigfoot." Emmy joked.

"My legs aren't that hairy." Margo said. "Are they?" She turned to look at Lynn who looked away and began to whistle.

As the girls laughed and started to make plans, Lynn took notice of a certain boy who entered the lunch room. He was a few inches taller than her and had shaggy black hair that bounced around his ears and the side of his face with each step he took. He was wearing a black and white plaid shirt, which was only buttoned about half-way up, revealing a white tank top that hugged his frame. Tied around his dark blue denim jeans like a belt, was a maroon red hoodie, the hood flopping back and forth off his butt as walked to a table with a group of guys. Lynn scowled at the boy, shooting him a look as if he had walked into her house and slapped around her little brother. It was a look of burning hate.

"And who might that slice of beef cake be Lynnburger?" Emmy said, following up with a seductive growl.

"He sure is cute." Margo chimed in.

"That is Cory MacMillan." Lynn told them. "The jack hole who has been kicking my butt at the last few karate tournaments."

"Lucky." Margo said.

"Yeah I sure as shoot wouldn't mind that boy knocking parts of me around." Emmy said with seductive smile.

"Emms, you need a man." Lynn remarked.

"Dare you to find one that can handle this." She motioned to herself in a showy gesture.

Lynn looked to her friend and shook her head. She looked back to Cory who had just noticed that she was looking at him. The dark haired boy smiled at her and nodded, as if to say "Sup". This made the sporty teen grit her teeth and scowl even harder. If looks could in fact kill, then Lynn Loud Jr. would have been taken into custody and put on trial for the murder of Cory MacMillan.

Cory simply let the girl give him the stink eye, smiling at her as if he couldn't care less that she was day dreaming about superkicking his head clean off his body. It was almost as if he loved the attention he was getting from the glaring girl.

As lunch was coming to an end and the girls were off towards their afternoon classes, Lynn stopped by her locker. She pulled out an English book and a history book, tucking both under her arm with a couple of note books and folders. Her next class would be English with Mr. Cheney, a middle-aged man who tried to be funny, telling jokes that would make most dads groan. Lynn assumed that he must have been one of Luan's favorite teachers when she was still in middle school. Lynn did not mind the class or the jokes, even though some of them could be pretty bad. She remembered him telling one about how you could tell when you were on a roll, the punch line being that you had butter on your pants. Mr. Cheney was the only one that laughed, and almost seemed to relish in the fact that he got a chorus of groans from his students. Lynn did however, mind the fact that in that class was on of her current arch nemesis's, the punching bag of her fantasies, Cory MacMillan.

Lynn walked into the class, down a row between the various spaced out desks. She had set her sights on a desk near the back corner of the class room. It was close to the window and back by a cheap bookshelf crammed with young adult fiction. She liked being near the window so she could stare endlessly in the free world just beyond the glass, day dreaming and droning out the ramblings of her teacher and his failed attempts at humor. She slid into the chair, placing her books on the top and immediately rested her head in her hands as she gazed out to nowhere in particular.

Two desks down from her, near the opposite corner, sat Cory. His maroon hoodie hanging off the back of his chair, and his plaid shirt fully unbuttoned and open. She had noticed him on her way in, just taking a quick glance in his direction. He of course caught her eye and returned another smile at her. If she had not hated him so much she might have admired the outline of his chest under the tank top, yet she could not swallow that hate long enough to admire the good looks that others appeared to admire about him. All she saw as a giant dick who, for the past three years in a row, got the better of her in the Royal Woods karate tournament. Up until that point she was the top fighter, even earning the nickname the Big Boss from some of the other competitors. Now she was reduced to feeling mediocre and not worthy of her many trophies in martial arts.

Lynn looked out at the grass that was green just a few short weeks ago, now giving in to the gentle touch of autumn and turning a brownish yellow. The grass now looked like an amber ocean, with November colored leaves floating atop like little islands. Autumn was Lynn's second favorite season, falling just behind summer. She enjoyed the changing colors of the trees, the crisp bite of the weather, and of course the sports. Football was going strong, and she had a karate tournament in a few weeks. This last one was of particular interest to her, as she was pretty damn sure she would be meeting the boy with the semi attractive chest, bouncing black hair, and cocky smile that teased her to the point where she was sure she would need extensive dental work in the near future from all the teeth grinding. This year she would get him and shove that trophy in his stupid face. A face that would hopefully be bruised and bloody and minus a few teeth.

The first year that Cory competed he beat her in the finals of the tournament. A relative unknown coming in from … well out of nowhere, and took her to her limit. In the final seconds of the fight she had gone in for a thrust kick, which he dodged and nailed her with a kick of his own. That final point had taken her ego and booted it out to the curb like a drunk on Friday night. The next year she was taken out in the quarter-finals, and last year in the semi finals, all by that smug jackass. She felt he was smug because he was always smiling at her. Why did he always smile at her? She wondered what that pretty smile would look like minus a few teeth. In a few weeks she would hopefully find out. Wait, why did she say pretty smile? She was sure she meant smug smile.

She turned her head again to look outside, this time taking notice of the boys' gym class as they went out for a late afternoon jog. The thought of all of those cute sweaty boys running around the school made her smile. Hell, lately the thought of any boys had made her smile. She was now getting to the point where boys were up there with sports as the two things she had her mind on the most. She had dreaded becoming like her older sisters, remembering what Lori and Leni were like when they started to get interested in boys. Luna and Luan had seemed to keep it somewhat in check, though once Luna started to try and get Sam's attention she was a love sick fool who did nothing but strum her guitar and sing love ballads. During that point Lynn wanted nothing more than to puncture her ear drums with an ice pick. Yet, despite hating having to deal with her love lorn sisters, she was now dealing with the same sickness.

Lynn watched the boys run around outside as they went off behind the building, no doubt to the track they had set up near the basketball court in the rear of the building. Royal Woods middle school was a single story building that took the shape of a giant letter U. The center of the building was a courtyard that expanded out into a play area of sorts. There were a few basketball courts, a small dirt track ring, and a grassy area where you could play soccer or football or just do whatever. Whenever the gym teacher had the boys or girls run, they would either do laps around the track ring or just run around the outside of the building itself. Lynn enjoyed running around the building, more running and more of an opportunity to break away and show that she was faster than the other girls.

As Lynn watched the boys run off she started to find herself drifting away on a sea of a day dream. The tide taking her out to recurring fantasy about meeting a boy new to school, one who did not mind her competitive streak, instead finding it kind of sexy. He would be tough, good-looking, all about sports, and would share the same kindness that her little brother had. Most importantly he would look at her as more than just some tomboy jock, he would look at her like a woman. Just as she was about to kiss this dream boy of hers Lynn was snapped back to reality by the bell. She had managed to drone out her entire class, lost in the arms of someone that would never exist.

Coming back to reality she was mocked by her own inner thoughts, reminding her that she was not the kind of girl that got the guy. She was the girl that the guys liked to hang out with, make dick and fart jokes and talk about sports. They never saw her as a girl, someone who longed to feel someones soft lips on hers, or the tender touch of that special someone that would take loving care of her heart. She was just one of the boys.


So that was chapter one? Interested to hear what you guys thought about it. Leave a review telling me what you loved or hated, please help to feed that fat old ego of mine. Also interested in what you guys think about Emmy.

The Title is indeed a reference to the song from Karate Kid. And there will be more references to come.

Also wanna thank Lentex for creating the cover.

The next chapter will be up a few days. Thanks again to Mike The Red Engine for letting me use his character. Don't worry we will see more of him soon enough.