A/N: After a successful first chapter I have found motivation to start writing the second chapter shortly after uploading the first and I must say the response I received was highly positive and just made me feel better about my creative writing skills.

Something I never explained before was that I'm going to try to keep this Story at a slowish pace, I think its the best way for me to be able to explain everything in the right pace.

Also a shout out to both RawToonage Press and Delquea for their very helpful and insightful reviews. And a thank you to everyone else who also reviewed as well.

Now onto the story.

If there was one thing Lincoln could say about his predicament it would be... Annoying.

Currently the ashen haired child was laid down on the couch in the living room wearing his orange PJ's an issue of Ace-Savvy held in his hands. From his position he could hear the rest of his family move and scatter their way through the house as they rushed to get ready for their trip to the beach, a trip that Lincoln would not be participating in, by choice of course.

Normally, in such a large family it can be very hard to get ready in peace, especially when the whole family was rushing to get ready and they only had one bathroom. For Lincoln, it was far easier. All he had to do this morning was move himself from his (empty) room down to the living room, carrying his comic under his arm. Once he'd laid down on the sofa, he didn't move both out of comfort and want.

"LORI!, WHERE'S THE WATERPROOF STUFF FOR MAKE-UP!?" He flinched slightly at the volume of Lola's voice. That girl could screech louder than a banshee when she wanted to.

"IT'S IN THE BATHROOM, LENI'S USING IT, YOU BETTER BE READY QUICKLY OTHERWISE I'LL DRAG YOU OUT OF THE HOUSE MAKE UP OR NO!." Lori herself was as equally loud but that may have been from wanting to be heard over the rest of the ruckus.

"YO, LUAN, HAVE YOU SEEN THE SUNCREAM!?"

"LISA'S GOT IT."

"IF YOU MUST KNOW I AM ANALYSING THE STRUCTURE OF THE SUNBLOCK TO KNOW IF IT WILL BE EFFECTIVE AT PREVENTING SQUARMOUS CELL CARCINOMAS AND MELANOMA."

"DO WHAT?"

"I'M... NEVERMIND, JUST COME COLLECT IT."

Lincoln was half sure that Lisa may have muttered an intelligence based insult after that, as she normally did, no doubt it got drowned out by the noise that was being made by everyone else. He could hear taps the in bathroom run, the pounding of feet throughout the hallway, the shouting voices added to make the Loud family truly live up to their family name.

He was used to this sort of noise though, so he buried his head in the colourful pages of Ace-Savvy as his home descended into madness. With each turn of the page he found himself forgetting more and more about his surroundings, he ignored when Lori came downstairs talking loudly on her phone. He pretended he didn't see Luan when she walked out of the kitchen with a snack in hand, a frown formed in his face when Lynn entered his peripheral vision holding a beach ball in her hands.

He'd gotten two-thirds of the way through his comic before he felt some weight settle on the couch just in front of him. Glancing up, he saw his mother placing Lily down on the far end of the sofa just next to his feet, his lips threatened to curve up into a small smile, instead they twitched before setting into a thin line.

"Lincoln, sweety, I need you to watch Lily while I help your sisters." His mother spoke in the same sweet voice that she used when she let him back into the house two days ago. Before he could even blink his mother turned and power walked off to the stairs, Lincoln's eyes squinted at his mother's retreating form, Typical. When he wanted something he had to ask and offer something to the person for them to even consider it but When they wanted something from him? They expected his help, so they never asked.

His eyes darted back over to Lily, his mood brightened almost immediately, it didn't help that Lily just looked absolutely adorable right now. Normally the tiny tot strolled around in her diaper, having a serious disliking towards clothes, now though Lily was wearing a white t-shirt with lavender shorts the same colour as her blanket, he could see her diaper stuffed within making her look a bit bigger than she was, her bear feet wiggled cutely in front of her. Her right thumb was stuck in her mouth and a slightly oversized straw hat was sat on her head.

Lincoln couldn't bring himself to hate Lily, she was just far too adorable to hate, that, and she wasn't at fault for what happened to him. Lily was only a one year old, she didn't understand the difference between right and wrong, she was copying everyone and learning from what she saw, imitating and changing into her own person. She had no say in anything official, other than a dirty diaper.

"Wincon." His eyes darted up to Lily, her bright blue eyes stared back at him filled with innocence and wonder. It had come as a surprise to everyone when Lily first said his name at the dinner table over a month ago, the girls had tried to accuse Lincoln of trying to manipulate Lily into his mini-me again. To his surprise it had been Lisa who came to his rescue, she stated that due to Lincoln's name being the most commonly shouted, Lily had repeated exposure to his name so she picked up his name faster than anyone else's. Since then the girls had tried to get Lily to say their names but none had succeeded.

A small smile curved into Lincoln's face, tossing his comic into the table, completely forgetting it in favour of his youngest and cutest sister. She's was also his only sister at the moment. Lincoln sat up, bringing his body closer to Lily, slowly he moved his hands closer to her stomach, as his fingers came within an inch he started wiggling them sporadically then quickly pressed them to her stomach. The effect was almost immediate, Lily began to squirm under his touches, giggling and laughing as Lincoln continued to assault her slightly pudgy tummy.

The exchange between the middle and youngest children did not go unnoticed, from the dining hall door frame Lori stood, arms crossed and a small smile on her face as she saw Lincoln look truly happy for the first time in days, her phone call with Bobby temporarily on hold so she could marvel at the loving display. It wasn't often that Lincoln could play with Lily, the littlest Loud would often just wander around in the pursuit of something interesting. Lori heard Lily's giggles turn to happy squeals when Lincoln lifted her shirt and began to blow raspberries on her stomach, Lily was a very ticklish baby indeed.

When Lincoln's face came up, Lori saw his face wore a satisfied smile and his cheeks were flushed in satisfaction from having made their baby sister happy. Lincoln's eyes darted to her and in an instant his goofy grin disappeared and the blush on his face faded, in its place was the most neutral look she was sure she had ever seen and on Lincoln no less. In less than a moment Lincoln had resumed his original sitting position, ace savvy comic in hand. Lori frowned at that, she knew it would take Lincoln a while to go back to the happy-go-lucky boy he had always been but to switch between two different moods that quickly? And just because he looked at her? That wasn't right.

She's didn't dwell on it for long as Lucy began to descend the stairs in her black and white one-piece swim suit, black and white leggings covered her from the waist down and her black umbrella was hoisted over her right shoulder. The older twin Lana three steps behind in her dark blue overall swim suit, two pairs of buckets and spades, one in each hand and a half -pleased smile on her face.

Lori swore right then and there that if Lana tried to bring home another crab or fish from the beach she was going to literally scream. The last time she had tried the fish had fallen to the carpeted floor of vanzilla, it took weeks of cleaning to get rid of the salty water smell and even now if you put your nose to the vans floor you could still smell it. Her problem with Lincoln forgotten she quickly returned to her phone to resume talking to her Bobby boo-boo bear.

Lincoln watched as she walked away from the corner of his eye, he should've known that someone would have seen that, however, it might just play into his whole plan later. His eyes poked over the top of his comic, eyeing Lily carefully, the little baby was happily babbling away and while Lincoln could normally follow what Lily was trying to say whenever she 'spoke', his thoughts were a little too crowded at the moment.

Within minuets their mother returned downstairs, Lisa and Lola in tow, with Lily's diaper bag over her shoulder she approached the couch and picked up, a now happy, Lily. Chuckling at her youngest daughters happy babbles she turned towards the source of the noise to address those responsible.

"Kids!, We're leaving in three minuets, if you're not in the van you can stay home with your brother today, you too Leni let's go! " just like that the girls ceased what they were doing and made a mad dash for the family van, scrambling to get through the door.

Leni and Luna descended down the stairs, wearing shorts and t-shirts over their swimsuits. Lynn Sr. emerged from the kitchen, a large wicker basket between his scrawny arms, his knees shaking under the weight of it. Rita smiled at the sight of her husband before turning towards her only son, her face adopting a worried look.

"You going to be ok staying home sport? If you've changed your mind we'll wait outside for you." Rita silently hoped her son would reconsider, if he came to the beach then he and his sisters might just be able to put the past issues to rest.

"I'll be fine." Flipping through his comic, Lincoln disregarded his mother's offer.

Her mood dipped slightly but she couldn't say she was surprised by Lincoln's response, digging her free hand into her pocket she pulled out a few items.

"Well, ok, just stay safe ok." Rita placed several bills on the coffee table along with a spare key to the house. " If you decide to go out at all make sure to lock the door, if you get hungry order yourself a pizza or something. Your father an I have yet to do the shopping so their isn't much of anything in. " She quickly looked over to her husband, who had only just managed to get to the door with the wicker basket. "And if you do go out and think you won't be home before us, leave us a note just so we know where you went ok sweetie."

Lincoln only nodded in response, far too engrossed in his comic to answer properly. At least that's what Rita thought.

"Alright, just make sure you stay safe and have fun okay. " Walking over to her husband, Rita used her free arm to grab into one of the baskets handles, supporting its weight easily. Her husband held onto the other handle as the two of them made their way out the door, slamming it shut with their feet.

Lincoln sat there in silence, no longer paying attention to his comic, from his spot on the couch he could just barely see vanzilla out the window. He could hear the doors to the van open and close multiple times, Loud voices ringing out whenever a door was opened. Soon after he could hear the old vans engine roar to life, sputtering and coughing as it tried to remain active.

All the while Lincoln waited, hoping that the relic of a van wouldn't fail them now. He tensed up when he heard the wheels give a squeak before the overly large van started to drive away from the house, his housemates and sister in tow. Even after the van left his sight he waited, he waited till he couldn't hear the van any longer, he waited longer after that, someone was bound to have forgotten something and they'd have to come back for it.

His eyes darted around the room, looking at everything and nothing at all. His eyes scanned over the framed photos of the houses residents but he did not acknowledge them, his eyes darted to the trophy case but he didn't pay attention to it. Lincoln waited on baited breath, expecting vanzilla to return any second.

Seconds turned to minuets, he waited just a little longer, just in case. His eyes darted up to the clock, noting that fifteen minuets had past since vanzilla had left. That was long enough he supposed, they wouldn't turn back for anything now, not with the amount of time they'd have to waste to get it.

Throwing his comic on the coffee table, he sighed as he stood up for the first time in an hour, stretching his legs to regain feeling in them he glanced around the room, making note of a few things before turning for the stairs. As he walked he remembered what his mot- Rita, what Rita had said to him and everyone else. How she expected him to look after Lily, he didn't mind but being asked if he could would have been nice, how she basically threatened everyone else to leave them home with him as if that was some form of punishment. Not to mention the sickeningly sweet voice she spoke to him in, he was beginning to understand why Lucy hated hearing it too.

It just sounded so fake.

As he climbed the stairs he relished in the silence of his home, such silence was near impossible to get, what with twelve other people living in the house at all times. He paused halfway up the steps, looking to his right he saw the frames picture of himself to the left and ascending up the wall was the photos of Lynn, Luan, Luna, Leni and Lori. To the right of the photo and descending down the wall were the photos of Lucy, Lana, Lola, Lisa and Lily. Without a second thought he grabbed hold of his Photo before taking it off the nail and tucked it under his arm before continuing up the stairs.

Turning right at the top of the stairs he made his way to the converted linen closest that he had the displeasure of calling his room. Once inside he shut the door, purely on habit, he placed his Photo on top of the plastic boxes that held his things. He moved over to the pile of his clothes that he had to use as a bed last night, he'd tried to use the clothes as both a mattress and a cover but jeans didn't make the most comfortable thing to lay on.

Reaching under some of his orange polo shirts he pulled out an A4 sized notebook, his best friend Clyde had gotten it for him some time ago, saying it would be good for him to write down his thoughts so they weren't bottled up inside him. He would have listened to his friends advice had he not caught three of his ex-sister's looking at it in his room. Obviously they thought that he was already writing stuff down and wanted a sneak peak, since then he hadn't touched it until yesterday.

Flipping to the first page he looked at all the ideas he had written down, the page was a mess of scribbles and half baked ideas. The next page, however, showed his fully planned out idea, along with a small list of things he needed to do today to make everything far more comfortable for himself. Yesterday he had decided that the best course of action was the simplest one, thing didn't need to be complicated to be effective. Unlike one of his ideas.

'Run away, really brian? That's a good idea to you.' It was stupid and Lincoln knew it, sure he'd be able to get far out of royal woods before everyone came home but what would he do once he got to where he was going? Wherever that was, how would he eat? Where would he sleep? How would he live his life normally? He wouldn't, he'd struggle everyday. Besides how would they even find him to bring him home in the first place? To prove they loved him they would need access to him.

In the moment ideas are never good and almost never pan out properly.

His plan was far simpler, he would do what he wanted, when he wanted, how he wanted. He wasn't going to go anywhere with his ex-sisters unless absolutely unavoidable, he wasn't going to go to their clubs, practices, groups or anything they did. His ex-parents included. He wasn't going to tell them anything, not how he felt, not what he wanted or why he was the way he was. He wanted them to figure it out in their own, if he went and told them he wasn't happy with what happened and he practically disowned them they'd go out of their way to do something for him, right then and there and EXPECT him to forgive them like that.

That was not what he wanted, they needed to earn it after realising what they had done on their own. They would all have to go to the effort to actually try, a group effort meant nothing in his eyes. The only exception was Lily, the baby of the family did not deserve his ire. If things went the way he wanted, although he doubted they'd go perfectly, if they saw him treating Lily nicely then maybe they'd go to the effort to be in her place. Some of them would have to go a little extra than others.

Looking back at his 'to-do' list his shoulders sagged slightly, why did he decide to put the large jobs first?

'Because you wouldn't get round to them otherwise.' His subconscious quickly reminded him. That was true Lincoln would rather sit and do nothing than something most of the time. But he couldn't afford to procrastinate today, not when he had so little time to do everything.

'Just do one thing at a time and it'll be done before you know it.' Standing, he threw his notebook into the pile of boxes before turning around and scooping as many clothes as he could into his arms, then he deposited them into an empty corner to be folded later. Bit by bit he moved his clothes out from where his bed used to be, once the corner was free of clothes he left his room a single destination in mind.

Out in the hallway, Lincoln came to a stop just underneath the hatch to the attic, if he was right then what he was looking for should be up there if not, then in the basement. Reaching up he grasped the pull string and gave it a hard tug, slowly the ceiling above him came down and even slower came the ladder attached to it. Once the ladder hit the floor and Lincoln was sure it wouldn't retract on itself, he began to climb his way upwards.

Light from the hallway filtered through the opening, Lincoln stood still at the top, eyes searching for his quarry. If he remembered right then Pop-Pop had stayed a little over two months ago and with Lucy being the only person to regularly come into the attic then it shouldn't take long to find his charge. And he was right, just a few steps away from the opening and wedged between some boxes was the old inflatable mattress that they kept for Pop-Pop. The ashen haired child grasped the deflated and rolled up mattress, slowly dragged it to the opening in the floor before unceremoniously dropping it below.

It bounced off each step before collapsing at the bottom, unwinding slightly when it stopped. First item down, both figuratively and literally. Turning back to the contents of the attic he began to search through everything, he wasn't looking for anything specific this time, more on the lines of seeing if there was something he could use. For minuets he looked all around the attic, hoping to find something, anything that he could use to make his room more comfortable or easier to be in. Sadly there wasn't much up in the attic that would be viable for use and of the few items that could be used, he couldn't move them out the attic without risking breaking either it or himself.

Giving off a disappointed sigh he made his way down and out the attic. He was hoping to have found either a small desk or bedside table. Something to just put his things on so he could at least organise some of his things but alas it was for naught. He pushed the ladder back up into the attic, concealing his journey up there. Re-rolling the mattress, he grabbed it and begin to drag it towards his room, as least now he wouldn't have to sleep on the floor, the biggest issue would be blowing it up.

Twenty minuets later, countless breaths and nearly fainting twice Lincoln had managed to blow up the inflatable mattress. The mattress was now sat where his bed used to be, it only served to remind him how small his room really was. The single person sized mattress had both the top and bottom sides nearly touching both walls, the edge coming close to the door frame.

Running down to the living rolm, Lincoln opened the wardrobe, it was filled to the brim with cleaning solutions, blankets and pillows. He scooped up as many blankets as he could before running them up stairs to his room, dumping them on the floor before running back downstairs. This time he grabbed several of the spare pillows before stuffing everything else back into the wardrobe, taking his haul up stairs he felt himself relax against the pillows he was holding.

5 minuets later saw the inflatable mattress nearly covered in pillows and enough blankets to keep half the neighbourhood warm.

The hardest part was now over, Lincoln finally had a bed to sleep on, sort of. His eyes darted back to his notebook... It was going to be a long day.

The sound of crashing water hit her ears, the smell of salty air penetrated her nostrils. She could feel the grit of the sand below her legs as she shifted around. Lana picked up her spade, scooping up more sand to add to the mix already present in her bucket. What the rest of her sisters didn't understand was that building sand castles was a complicated procedure, if too much sand was in the mix the castle would be crumbly, too much water would leave the castle in a sloppy mess. The mixture had to be perfect for her castle, why couldn't any of her sisters see that.

Dumping the sand into the bucket Lana begun to use her hands to mix the sand and water together, making sure to reach all the way to the bottom and mix it around, it wouldn't do her any good if half the castle was crumbling while the other half was dripping down the walls.

Pulling her sand covered hands out of the bucket she left the sand to set for a minuet, looking over the small strip of beach their family had claimed as their own she could see all of her sisters having fun or being occupied. Lori was laid down on a beach towel, phone in hand as she took photos of herself. Lana could faintly remember her saying something about her photos being better than someone else's but she didn't quite understand it, how does a photo make you better?

Leni, Luna, Luan and Lynn were all playing a game with the beach ball Lynn had brought, hitting it back and fourth between each other but never letting it hit the ground, she wasn't sure who was winning or how points worked in this game, her eyes narrowed at Lynn, a lot of anger slowly forming in her stomach as she looked at the brown haired jock.

Averting her eyes she looked over to Lucy, the goth sat off far from everyone else under her black umbrella, she was probably writing more dark and gloomy poetry. Her twin Lola was by their parents being buried up to her neck in the sand, which was off as Lola hated getting sand in her swimsuit, Lana didn't mind the sand one bit, she'll probably put some in her swimsuit later to scratch a few itches she couldn't reach. Lily was with them too, happily drawing in the sand as she pleased. Lisa was by the water doing... something. Lana could never really understand anything the four year old said and she knew how to take an engine apart and put it back together within the hour.

That was twelve of them, her eyes scanning over everyone again, trying to see the mistake she made. There were thirteen of them but right now she couldn't find Linc... Oh, right.

She completely forgot that Lincoln was staying home today, it was a shame really, if he was here then he would definitely help build her sand castle, even decorate it in a non-girly way that would make her happy and the castle look cool. She was missing her older and only brother a lot, her gut clenched together, she felt as though her insides were spinning faster than a cars wheel. She wasn't too sure on what this feeling was, if she had to guess then she would say guilt.

She was guilty because of what happened to Lincoln and she did nothing to stop it, yes she believed him at first, didn't want to lose to her first 200 pound alligator after all. Everything else though, she didn't agree on, banning him from the movie, selling his furniture, boarding up his room and locking him out for two whole nights. She never agreed with any of that, of course she did board up his room but... She was under a lot of pressure to do it from her other sisters, namely Lynn and Lisa, it was even Lisa's idea to board up his room.

She hoped her big bro was alright at home, she hoped he was having fun. Grabbing the bucket she slowly lifted it till it was above her castle, tilting the bucket till the top stared to line up with the base of her castle she quickly slammed it down to prevent the sand from escaping. Tapping the bucket with her spade she waited five seconds before pulling the bucket off, finally the second story to her castle was complete, now she could finally...

Just as fast as that a beach ball slammed into her castle toppling her nearly made top floor before crushing one of the lower walls.

"Sorry dudette, hand the ball back please."

Without thinking she picked up the ball and threw it in Luna's general direction. Looking back at her castle she saw that 1 /3 of it had been destroyed, Lana gave a disgruntled grunt as she kicked the rest of it down, hard work be damned. Picking up her bucket she set off to find the hardest, jagged, ugliest rocks and seashells she could.

Three of the four girls watched in mild concern as Lana stormed off with her bucket, having seen her destroy her sand castle. She seemed a lot moodier today and while she wasn't Lola, she is Lola's twin. That thought alone was enough to send a shiver down there spines. They didn't want to know what the mechanic was capable of when angered.

After a long four hours, he was almost done, as he dragged his way down the front yard of his house, black bag in tow, he knew he'd be done after this.

Swinging the bag up, he dumped it into the metal trash cans before sighing and stretching his back. He paused for a moment, his left hand gripping something plastic and cup shaped. Without debate Lincoln threw his 'Most improved Brother' trophy in the trash, not looking back as he turned towards the house.

A/N: Well that took forever, and I must say the response I received during the first 48 hours of uploading the first chapter was absolutely astonishing.

Just before posting this chapter I've got 24 reviews, 49 follows and 35 favorites and most of that came within the first 48 hours and that blows my mind.

Again, do tell me if I've made a mistake so I can fix it and improve myself and my writing.