Based on The Loud House show by Chris Savino.
MAKING IT WORK.
Story by Ozwald Riddle. Note: Love Luaggie, it has become my favourite shipping, so I decided to write this down. There isn't enough Luaggie fics, I wish the shipping was more popular. I'd take Benny even, everyone but... y'know, if you feel and share my frustrations you'll know what I'm talking about, the internet is just too big, and sometimes it just grabs what you love and twists to something you can't really look at. Either way, The Loud House has become my favourite show and I'll do my best to ignore what's out there. Hope you guys enjoy, I'm unsure if I'll continue, I'll keep the fic on hiatus for now and maybe I'll come up with more chapters, if not I'll just close it. Review please?
Chapter 01: The Laugh.
High school just begun. The sounds and steps of the students echoed through the hallway, as they made their way out after the end of the day. Among them, was Maggie, a dark haired girl with pale skin and freckles. She had an indifferent look on her face, but one might interpret this look as anger or simple disgust towards those who surround her.
She in fact, doesn't care, about anything. Whether one would judge her by her looks and the way she looks at you, it is all pointless. Life is pointless, that's how she felt.
Or maybe she is indeed upset, angry, mad... at the world, for their decadence and self-destruction while at the same time burning the world along with them. Pollution, death, perversion, capitalism. Just to name a few things she can't put to an end. While many activists and people go out and complain about these issues, she sees no point, she's but an individual and she can't make a difference.
She felt alone, she didn't agree with those who play along with the system and live their lives with a blindfold... but she didn't agree with those who went out there pretending their voices will be heard either.
It's a very extreme view and philosophy, she admits, but settling down and pretending nothing is happening, it's impossible. Yet, going out and waste her time only to be bashed verbally and ridiculed online and face to face was redundant, humanity is doomed and she couldn't wait for the big giant Planet X to come and crush this planet or some casualty of the cosmos taking place that would obliterate this planet to ashes.
She walked into her home and made her way up the stairs to her room, her mother wasn't home just yet, she was at work. She walked into her room and took her sweater that was wrapped on her hips off and tossed it away.
Then took her boots off, placing her naked feet on the carpet and kicked her boots aside, she lay down on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. Her room was a bit dark, the light of the sun barely made it through the curtains. Illuminating a room with mostly no identity.
There were no posters of anything that would indicate she actually liked something.
Magazines? There were none, too much propaganda. Television? Nope, to watch corporate garbage trying to sell you cancer? No thanks. Dolls, plushies from her younger years? Nostalgia is irrelevant, sticking to it, it's an infantile sentiment. There wasn't even color on the walls, she didn't even bother picking a color. Her mother always asks her about it, and every time, she has stalled her saying she hasn't made up her mind.
There was, however, something in the room that stood out on the bed stand by her bed. A small stereo she plugs her phone whenever she wants to hear some music to set the mood while she writes her poems.
She took said phone out and started to browse the internet, getting on her account on facebook. Mostly filled with memes from those phonies she had to add due to sharing classes with them. There were also news articles on sites she followed just for mere curiosity.
Viral news, chaos, death, politics.
'Again?' She asked to herself as everyone kept talking about some psychopath dressing as a clown doing acts of terrorism on some other state. Why do they keep talking about events taking place outside of their city? 'It's of no concern to us. The police in that place is doing a terrible job, big deal, the only thing keeping this meme alive is that man dressing as a giant bat, this is what the world has turned into. Here you got two nut heads fighting over pointless ideals, worse thing is people actually praise them.' She sighed, closing her facebook account and browsing her playlist.
Leaning towards her bed stand she plugged her phone onto the stereo and started to listen to some nice dark tracks. Her music taste was a bit too heavy. She had outgrown the grunge and post grunge emo music she used to listen to when she was younger. She had started to listen to those who share a rather similar view as she does. She didn't listened to those over rated Heavy Metal Bands however, whose only purpose is to feed on controversial topics just for shock value.
Her music was noisy, yet the vocalists used their normal tone of voices rather than forcing their voices to sound hardcore or monstrous for gimmick purposes.
Taking out her notebook where he wrote down her poems, she started to think what could she be writing about this time?
'Stricken', that was the song playing at the moment, by the Heavy Metal Band 'Disturbed.'
Listening to it, she starts to think. 'Affliction, maybe... should I make it personal this time or should I use a general perspective of society as a whole where desolation of the mind affects one to commit crimes?' She wrote some ideas, and even scrapped some as the song went along, the high metal riffs of the guitar solo started to play when she wrote something she liked and decided to work on it later on, the song ended and soon it was replaced with another dark themed song.
'Face in the Sky' was next, by Heavy Thrash Metal Band 'Testament'.
Taking her pen to her mouth, she nibbled on it slightly as she started to think what to write next, ideas started to flow after the first minute of the song. 'Maybe something related to the dog eats dog philosophy. The man in charge using capitalism as the base to force everyone into a never ending competition.'
'Burning Sun' came next, by Power Metal Band 'Helloween'.
Caught by surprise by the sudden change, she realized she spend the whole previous song what to write. Sighing softly she set down her notebook and pen and decided to enjoy this one. She leaned back against the pillow. Looking at the ceiling again.
When the song was nearly over, she heard the ringtone on her phone, the music suddenly stopped. She then sighed and groaned as she went to grab her phone to see that her mother was calling her.
"Hey..." She responded.
"Hey sweetie, how was your day?"
"I'm fine mom. What's up?"
"I'm going to work late, just wanted you to know there's some food on the fridge, you know the drill, or if you'd like call for a pizza."
"Ok, thanks mom and hope you come back soon..." She said, her tone was indifferent and one would think it lacked emotion, but she was used to this scenario, therefore her responses were like that of a recorded message.
"Love you my little girl, see ya at midnight."
She sighed and was about to put back her phone on the stereo before she stopped...
Brought her phone up and instead of putting it back on the stereo she then went back on facebook, checking her chat with... her girlfriend. The last few messages were from some months ago... more like... nearly half a year.
Maggie: Happy bday.
Luan: Aww, thank you... I'm with my family right now, but if you'd like we could meet up? Hang out? Maybe... y'know...?
Maggie: I don't want to bother you... or make your bday miserable, maybe tomorrow?
Luan: Hmmkay Magpie, I miss you.
They did meet the next day, went for a little cake and shared it together. It was... fun. She thought. Then started typing.
Maggie: Could you come... please?
...
There was no response for now, she lay down on her bed, feeling her heart rush so fast, it's been a while. Since that following day after her birthday, she suddenly got a response.
Luan: Oh hey! OK! I could hang out with you, love. Coming over ok? You're ok right?
Maggie: Everything is fine I just... I really need you right now, I don't want to be alone... anymore.
Luan: Oh ok...
There was a pause, and the dots at the end of sentence made Maggie feel horrible... it had been a couple of times since she had said that. And she felt horrible that Luan would pull up with her crap.
Luan: Don't worry I'm coming! Ha ha! Get it?
Maggie didn't respond, she didn't know what to say, but Luan was used to being left without a response, but this time... it wouldn't be the case and simply typed in a simple:
Maggie: Ok... love you.
She typed it really quick, so she wouldn't be able to erase it, she really meant it, and Luan barely got any 'love you' back from her. She needed her girlfriend to know that she cared for her.
Luan: Maggie... I love you too.
Maggie felt her cheeks really hot right now, she sighed and rested back on her pillow. Placing her phone to the side. Waiting for Luan to come over, to be with her and cuddle with her. Luan was the only person in the world that would bring the best out of her. She didn't admit it, but despite her negative view upon everything and everyone.
Luan was the only one that she really liked, and she couldn't explain why. They saw each other for the first time in her birthday, three years ago. Luan was the entertainer, she did a mime routine. She was great.
She had forgotten about her for a few months until she realized that she was the sister of that girl in her class, Lynn.
As she recalled the time that they actually met properly, the memory of Luan and her laugh... it was contagious. Her voice, she liked it. She smiled, at that cheesy and awful joke.
Gasping as she heard the doorbell. She slipped down her bed and hurried down the stairs and went to open the door, her heart pounding again. She saw that lovely smile of hers and her eyes rested upon hers.
"Hey, shall we...?" Luan was about to drop a joke but was cut off by Maggie's lips, who brought her unto her in a tight embrace around her neck. Luan wrapped her arms around Maggie's waist and gave into the kiss.
It lasted for a few minutes, but Maggie broke it soon enough. Closing the door after she pulled Luan in.
Then she grabbed and hold her hand tightly and began dragging up the stairs, and down the hallway up to her room like some sort of kid trying to show her big sister something.
"Good gravy, Maggie! Slow down!" She said as she tried her best not to stumble down and fall flat on her face.
Pulling Luan into her room, Maggie closed the door right away.
She looked down at her feet, keeping herself against the door, Luan just stared at her quite confused what happened to her girlfriend.
"Please Maggie... there's something wrong, please tell me what's going on? It's been months since we've talked... I... was really sad because I thought you wanted to break up..."
"I don't wanna... I don't want to break up..." Maggie stated.
"Then what is it? Please talk to me..." Luan walked forward and was surprised by the sudden hug. She hugged back and hold Maggie tightly, who didn't said anything for now.
There was a long moment of silence, Maggie broke the hug and gently leaned and pecked her girlfriend's lips.
Luan looked at her, still a bit frustrated by her behavior, but leaned and kissed her again, they kissed for a longer time than before until Maggie broke their kissing once again.
"I'm sorry..." Maggie said, in a tiny whisper.
Luan didn't respond, she took a deep breath and kissed her forehead.
They leaned forward once again and kissed briefly, before Maggie lead her to her bed. They spend a few hours together, no music, no watching tv or talking about their relationship. They simply gave into their passion.
They cuddled afterwards, Maggie keeping her head close to Luan under the covers, she broke the silence, those were the first words they spoke since she asked for forgiveness.
"Do you hate me...? Do you... feel like you're wasting your time with me...?" Maggie said, not daring to look Luan in the eye, she felt like she had let her down because of her lack of commitment for their relationship.
"Of course not Magpie..." Luan smiled and gently kissed her cheek. "To be honest, I felt like I was boring you... that you really didn't liked me anymore."
"I don't... know how to express myself, about my relationships... you're... well... the best person in the world..." Maggie said, her whisper so small that Luan had a hard time to get what she was trying to say.
"We'll make this work, we always do." Luan laughed, with that contagious tone that Maggie loved.
Smiling, Maggie nodded. It had been like 3 times... that Maggie had done this to Luan, and she wanted to change for her. She didn't want to distance away from her, but sometimes... she felt so angry and she did not know why.
They spend the next half hour in bed. Til' they heard the door, they knew Maggie's mom was back and they got up from the bed and checked themselves, arranging their hair and such. By the time the door opened, Maggie and Luan smiled nervously at Maggie's mom who smiled.
"Oh hello, Luan it's been a while. Maggie, did you ate?"
"Hi, Mrs, I'm sorry I think I'll go..." Luan said but was stopped by Maggie's hand.
"No... hmm, mom can Luan stay over?" Maggie felt her ears burning.
"Oh, I don't see why not. I'll go heat something up."
Luan looked at Maggie and chuckled softly.
"Wow... I've never stayed over."
"Would you?" Maggie asked, blushing.
"Of course."
They embraced, gave each other a small peck on the lips and went back down, after Maggie's mom had heat some dinner.
Everything will change, Maggie thought to herself, she hoped for the best.