Well, sorry for the wait. I've been busy with both life and summer camp. So I bring you, chapter 2!

FEATURING:

Clyde McBride

Lori Loud

Lincoln Loud

Bobby Santiago

Whitney

ENJOY!

Oh, poor Clyde. Walking home after being rejected yet again by his love interest. He could imagine a perfect life with her, had she not been tied around Bobby's finger. She never even thought of showing a little kindness to Clyde. He sighed.

"She has some feelings towards me. She just doesn't know it yet..." He sighed once more. He had found himself wandering in the park, and decided to sit on the bench. It was placed by a bed of flowers. He plucked one from the ground and took a good luck at it. It reminded him of the blond beauty, an unrequited love, a bright star in a dim sky. The one who he knew he would always love.

"She loves me, she loves me not, she loves me, she loves me not, she loves me, she loves me, she loves me..." He sung to himself, as he started picking off the petals.

"The lady loves me and it shows...In spite of the way she turns up her nose..." He let out a sigh. It contained a mixture of heartbreak and lovestruck. "I'm her ideal, her heart's desire! Under that ice shes burning like fire! And it's all because she loves Bobby!" Clyde sung as he stood up and began to march along the sidewalk.

"She'd like to cuddle up to me! She's playing hard to get!" He started to think about Lori once more. "The lady loves me, but she doesn't know it yet!"

He then got the thought of her with Bobby, and it made him sick. "The gentleman has savoir-faire, as much as an elephant or a bear!" He kicked the dirt in fury. "I'd like to take him for a spin, back to the zoo to visit his kin! YEAH!" He was proud of himself for coming up with that sick burn. Perhaps, he could one day say it to Bobby's face.

He thought to himself and another burn came to mind. "He's got about as much appeal, as a soggy baguette" He chuckled to himself. "The lady loathes him, but he doesnt know it yet!" He crushed two bugs beneath him. "But he will soon..." he chuckled to himself.

Half way home, he started to get more diverse with life with Lori, explicitly stating his feelings more. "The lady's got a crush on me, the gentleman's crazy - obviously, the lady's dying to be kissed, the gentleman needs a psychiatrist - and fast." He started to moonwalk along the sidewalk, getting more caught up into the moment.

"I bet this is how the conversations go down on dates. Lori goes - 'Ew, kiss you? I'd rather kiss a rattlesnake, or play Russian roulette'!" Clyde gave a short laugh. "Ha ha ha ha, the lady loves me, for sure - but she doesnt know it yet." He sung, giving a cunning smile.

"Everytime she's with Bobby, she's falling fast, she's on the skids! Both of his heads are flipping their lids - dummy."

"He tells her - tonight she'll hold me in her arms, and she says - I'd rather be holding hydrogen bombs'." Clyde laughed at his brutally creative mind. He had no idea how good it felt to sing his feelings out! He never felt this GOOD! Clyde had a little thought about how Lori tells everyone at her school how she truly feels for Bobby - a not so subtle response.

"'Ugh, will someone tell this Romeo, I'm not his Juliet!'" He chucked to himself. "Mhm, the lady loves me, but she doesn't know it yet."

He continued his little walk-turned-stroll, until he reached home. He discovered a note from his parents saying that they would be home by 8:00PM. Seeing it was only 5, he just ignored it and continued to sing, heading to his room in the process.

"Haha, she wants me like poison ivy, needs me like a hole in the head." He imitated a gunshot to the head, while holding up his poison ivy drawing from weeks ago.

"In my world...Everyone can see she's got it bad! Oh boy, HE'S MAD!"

He hopped on his bed, and picked up his walkie talkie. "Base Clef, this is Trouble Clef, do you copy?"

"Clyde?" Lincoln answered sleepily. "I was taking a nap...what is it?"

"Is your sister in the house at the moment?" Clyde asked in a smug tone.

"No, she left for a slumber party after school, why?"

Clyde's smile grew slightly wider. "I had a few words to say about that gentleman of hers."

"You sound different...are you feeling okay?" Lincoln said, a bit worried.

"Better than ever, Base Clef, I wanna let you know how great it feels to sing your feelings out, and I'm singing my feelings about Bobby to you."

"As weirded out as I am, I'm slightly curious. Continue."

"Gladly. The gentleman is an egotist, I'm simply aware, I'm hard to resist."

"Clyde, you're kinda freaking me out." Lincoln said, his feelings stated in sentence.

"He's one man I could learn to hate - well, I probably do hate - Say, how's about having dinner at eight?"

"Wait, are you asking me this?" Lincoln asked in slight embarrassment and confusion.

"What? No, I-" Before Clyde could finish, Lincoln had ended the chat. Clyde shrugged it off with a scoff and just continued to sing.

"Whatever, I'd rather dine with Frankenstein, in a moonlight tete-a-tete." He picked up his flip phone and texted Lori for the upteenth time.

"And I know for a fact - the lady loves me, but she doesn't know it yet."

He texted her in complete courage, something he hadn't had in a while when it came to communicating with her. 'Hey sweetcheeks, I couldn't stop thinking about you and you're amazing :)'. Meanwhile, at Whitney's slumber party, Lori picked up her phone and read Clyde's text in complete disgust. "Ugh, that nerd texted me again. One second please."

'Leave me alone, you freaky little weirdo. GO TEXT LINCOLN OR SOMETHING!'

Clyde recieved her text in a matter of seconds, and rather than break down in tears, he just laughed. "Oh yes, she loves me." He sung, closing his flip-phone.

"Dig that shrinking violet!" He hopped out of bed at that moment and started dancing again. "Oh, she really loves me!"

"Here's one gal he'll never get." Whitney said, gaining a few chuckles from Lori. "Oh, you got that right."

Clyde noticed Bobby walking down the street, and an idea popped in his head. He opened the window, calling out to him. "Hey, Bobby!"

Bobby turned around, and upon realizing it was Clyde, he formed a smile. "Hey, what's up, Lil' 'Bride!" Clyde climbed out of the window and marched up to Bobby. "Where are you headed?"

"My friend, Whitney's house. Why?"

"I got something I'd like to tell you before you go." Clyde stomped in front of Bobby and started singing again. "She love, love, loves me, would you like to make a bet?"

"Sorry, what?" Bobby asked confused, giving Clyde a look of the same mood.

"I said, THE LADY LOVES ME!" Clyde yelled in a stern tone, picking up a discarded half empty water bottle and pouring it on Bobby's pants. "Aw, dude! What'd you do that for?"

Clyde smirked, and quietly walked back to his window.

"Now, the gentleman's all wet."

Well, that was written way different than expected, wasn't it?

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