A cloudy Wednesday afternoon in the small suburban town, thirteen year old Lincoln Loud made his way through the door to the run down house. He had just gotten home from school. which those seven or so hours had felt like an eternity. But at least he could chill down for a while until tomorrow.

There was the usual commotion of Luna laying down comfortably on the couch with her guitar, blasting a chord from a certain rock song, while Luan bores Lynn with her corny jokes on the other side of the couch. Even though there was two sisters less than it already was in the Loud residence, it didn't make much of a difference. The white haired boy checked his wristwatch. It was almost four. In about ten minutes he'd have to log on to his computer and do a weekly check in with his friend, Ronnie Anne. She was still away in Chicago occasionally helping with the bodega. Lincoln always caught himself thinking about her.

The girls stopped what they were doing once they saw their little brother come on the house. "Hey dude!" Luna said. "How was school?"

"Good!" Their little brother said quickly before hurrying upstairs. The sisters got caught off guard expecting him to talk about his day. "Damn, I forgot today's Wednesday, so he can talk to his girlfriend." Luna joked with a smirk, before Luan and Lynn covered their mouths to keep the from laughing, they snickered before going back to doing what they were doing.

Lincoln heard his sisters joke about him, he simply rolled his eyes as he went up the stairs, and as soon as he got to the top, he checked his wristwatch again. 3:53. He had some time to say hey to the remaining five sisters who happen to be in their respective rooms, and that's what he did before going into his room, shutting and locking it behind him. He threw his backpack on the floor, He went over to his mirror that was on top of his dresser and fixed his hair and clothes the best he could. Then he sat on the side of his bed and picked up his laptop that was at the foot. Lincoln had powered it on and he almost instantly heard the skype ringtone, which made him look at the time on the computer screen. "4:11. Good timing." He mumbled before accepting the call and Ronnie Anne's face came on the screen.

"What's up with you, lame-o?" She said with a smirk.

He couldn't help but to chuckle at the name she calls him. "I guess you don't ever get tired of that, eh?" Lincoln shifted himself so that he was on the bed with his back on the headboard. "Well, I had a science test, which I'm pretty sure I bombed." He stated.

"Well I told you to study the terms last night instead of playing Tekken last night."

"Yeah, but...you know me."

The two started talking about Lincoln's meddling sisters.

"I'm pretty sure one of them are eavesdropping on this call right now." He says at one point.

"Lana, move over!" Lola commanded at the other side of Lincoln's door. It sounded like a muffle on his end, but it was enough to make him take his eyes off the laptop screen and look over at the door. "Make that two…" His attention went back on Ronnie Anne. "I'll be right back." He sat the laptop down beside him and got up to unlock and open the door, resulting in the twins falling over. "What did I tell you guys about overhearing my conversations?" Lincoln looked down at the eight year old siblings and crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow.

Lola shrugged. "It was a little boring than usual anyway. Where's the juicy stuff at?"

"I definitely agree." Lana added.

"Good, because I'm pretty sure you guys would have something better to do, like tea parties and playing in the mud." Lincoln said sarcastically.

"So true." Lola stated before her and her twin turned around to go back to their rooms and Lincoln closed the door in the process. The white haired boy sighed in annoyance before walking back over to his bed to chat with his friend. "So, anyway…" He leaned to the side to open up his bookbag and grabbed the things he needed for his homework.

"Ooh, isn't it a little too early for you to do homework, lame-o?"

"Well, I just hoped to get it out the way! Don't act like you never procrastinate before."

"That's a start, at the least. I remember the last marking period you tried only doing your homework at school. Did that work? I'll guess and say a big heck no."

"Pfft, it would've worked if Clyde came through and did some of the dang assignments."

Ronnie Anne laughs at that particular scenario. "You know that's not how school works, right?"

Lincoln reply was him shrugging his shoulders with a smile on his face.

About an hour and a half passed, the two friends talking more about school, annoying siblings, and just preteen life in general. Ironically, Lincoln didn't even open his textbook for homework because he was too into the conversation

"Hey, lame-o, I wanted to ask you something serious."

Lincoln felt the serious tone in Ronnie Anne's voice, causing him to raise his eyebrows in concern. "Sure! What's up?"

She took a deep, slow breath before saying. "I'm a little...interested in this guy in my school. He loves skateboarding and all that other crap I like to do, not to mention he's a cool guy to hang around with...I wanted to ask if that was okay with you? So it wouldn't be awkward…"

During the time Ronnie Anne was talking about this mystery guy, in Lincoln's mind, he wasn't too happy. He was in fact, pissed. He felt his skin grow warm because he was so angry. But he tried not to make any noticeable faces. No matter how many times he said that Ronnie Anne wasn't his girlfriend, there was something there in between them, and everyone knew it, even Ronnie Anne,

Because actions spoke louder than words…

"I hope that wasn't awkward though. Do you feel alright about that?"

It took Lincoln a second to respond. He replies by nodding, then mumbling, "Oh yeah! T-That's totally fine!"

It wasn't fine.

"Kids! It's time for dinner!" Rita yelled loud enough for the nine kids to hear. Good timing indeed.

"Well, I have to go, Ronnie Anne. It was nice talking to you today!" Lincoln forced a smile at her.

"Likewise. See ya, lame-o" That was the last thing she said before Lincoln hit the end call button on his computer. He swing his legs to the side of the bed and dropped his head in despair, his white locs covering his face "Why me?" Lincoln muttered.