"Lori, may I accompany you to the Royal Woods Festival?"

Clyde frowns at his reflection in the mirror.

"Too formal," he groans.

"Yo Lori, let's wing it at the Royal Woods Festival and you can teach me how to dougie, ya dig?"

Clyde smacks his forehead.

"Too ghetto," he groans.

*Knock! Knock! Knock!*

Clyde answers the door.

"Hi, Clyde!" It's Lincoln and Ronnie Anne.

"Ready to ask your 'future wife' to the festival?" Ronnie Anne jokes.

"WHAT?!" Clyde yelps.

"Clyde, the festival is tonight," Lincoln says. "You have to ask her now, or let Bobby hurt her again. Your choice."

Clyde sighs.

"C'mon," Clyde groans.

"Clyde! Clyde! Clyde" Lincoln and Ronnie chant on the way to the Loud household.

Meanwhile . . . .

"Jeffrey likes basketball, long walks in the park, and watching girls sweat," Lynn introduces her friend to Lori.

Jeffrey runs his finger through his messy blonde hair and gives Lori a crooked smile.

"He's cute, but I don't exercise and sweating is gross," Lori complains.

"NEXT!"

In comes Lisa with a scrawny, slim boy with curly brown hair, a blue polo, a bunch of freckles, and braces in his teeth.

Before Lisa could introduce the boy, Lori put her hand up.

"No nerds allowed! NEXT!"

Lori turns to Lola sitting next to her.

"Lola, I've went through six boys already and now I'd rather go to the festival with Clyde."

"Maybe you could," Lola grins. "He's not that bad."

Lori ponders.

Clyde, Lincoln, and Ronnie Anne walk up to the Loud residence to find a line of boys at the door, waiting to ask Lori to go with them to the festival.

"Oh no, I'm too late!" Clyde cries.

"Don't worry, Clyde," Lincoln conforts him.

"Yeah, those guys are just waiting for their hearts to get broken, because you are going to march in that house and ask what you've been wanting to ask since you've laid eyes on her," Ronnie Anne encouragingly says.

"Yeah, you're right!" Clyde replies.

Chest up!

Clyde puffs his chest up.

Bad boy grin!

Clyde tries to give the best sly bad boy grin he can.

Fly up!

Clyde zips up his pants.

Breath spray!

Clyde squirts some breath spray in his mouth.

"Clyde, you're asking a girl to a festival, not a make out session," Lincoln tells him.

"What? It's just in case."

"Just in case you daydream."

Clyde sighs and walks in.

But the first thing he says is, "L-l-lori?!" before his nose is pours blood on the ground and he collapses to the floor.

To be continued. . . .

Author's Note: Sorry I didn't update right away! But I hope you liked the second chapter of my fanfic and I hope you favorite or even follow me! :)