A ball bounced on the side of a wall in a dark room. The ball bounced once more, and once again. The ball returned to its owner, who sat on the mattress in the dark basement. Matt was punished once more for talking back to his father and calling him by his first name. It was also because he didn't get a case of beer again when he came back from hunting. But Steve didn't tell him, he doesn't tell him anything.

Matt sighed in boredom, not knowing what to do. He threw the ball towards the wall again, I mean, what else can he do? A sudden sharp pain filled his stomach. He grabbed it, flinching in pain. His Crohn's disease was getting worse with each day he spent in this house.

"I need my bong." he muttered to himself.

His doctor prescribed him with medical marijuana to help treat the disease, since his parents won't pay for an actual treatment, so they settled with the marijuana. Mostly because they wanted to take a hit from it as well.

Matt got up from his mattress and walked over to the basement door. He opened it slightly, seeing if anyone was in the area. Luckily for him, no one was. He quietly snuck out the basement and down the hall, careful enough to not step on any of the creaky floorboards.

He knew the house from basement to kitchen and knew where every creaky floorboard and unstable tile was.

He snuck down the hallway as he pushed his bedroom door opened; he had no doorknob as it broke literally years ago when his father walked into his room to ask for a pair of scissors. He just hasn't fixed it and probably will never fix it.

He crawled into his room where his rainbow colored bong lied next to his mattress, along with the lighter. He chose the color himself. It was either normal clear or rainbow, so he chose rainbow. He grabbed it and quietly snuck out his room, examining his surroundings. Luckily no one heard him.

He snuck down the hallway as he walked back into the basement. At that that moment, the sounds of a door opening could be heard. Matt, in a state of panic, quickly shut the door, careful enough to not make a sound. Then voices could be heard.

"The van is already packed up." one voice could be heard. "We just need you and your family to move into the house and everything will be settled.

"Excellent work, my boy." the voice of his father could be heard.

Curiosity hit him like a truck, or Vanzilla in this case. He turned around, wondering who he was talking to. Matt slightly opened the door to see his father talking to a man in a trench coat. Of course, Matt knew who this was.

"I'm telling you, being closer to your job feels more relaxing than being miles away." Steve said.

"If you say so." the man in the trench coat replied.

"Joseph? What's he doing here?" asked Matt to himself.

"This house seems a little expensive if you ask me." Joseph skeptically said as he held a picture in his hand. "Why'd you buy it?"

Steve smacked the picture away as it landed right in front of the basement door. Matt picked it up and examined the picture. It was a big house, a two story house, with a gate and a pathway leading into the front entrance. The whole house gave off an "old and abandoned" vibe. His father was an old schooled perfectionist, and what better old schooled is to buy an old house in the 50's.

"It's out of sight from the public and hidden fairly well." Steve replied. "The law enforcement won't even know where I am."

"You know they could track your phone, right?" asked Joseph.

"Which is why I'm asking you to place a scrambler on top of the roof. If anyone tries to track my signal, the location will be bouncing off the entire map of Michigan thanks to the scrambler and they'll never know where I am. So I can make phone calls without worrying of any FBI or Police Department appearing at my doorstep." Steve explained.

"All this... for… bobble heads?" asked Joseph.

"Joseph. Joseph. Joseph." Steve teased. "That's what your problem is. You don't dig enough to find the truth. It's not the bobble heads… it's what's inside the bobble heads."

Joseph grew a skeptical look, raising his eyebrow. "Just what kind of job did you hire me and my men to protect? If you put my family in danger-"

"I don't give a fuck about your family!" Steve shouted, cutting him off. "It is because of me that your head isn't my bedside lamp shade! Therefore I would like it if you don't ask too many questions about my job!"

"Okay, Steve! Okay." Joseph replied, calming his boss down.

"Excellent. Now, that scrambler isn't gonna put itself on the antenna of my roof." Joseph didn't move a muscle and seemed hesitant. "What are you waiting for?! Get out of here!"

Joseph walked out the house and shut the door. Steve turned around to head to his own bedroom. Matt quietly shut the basement door, figuring out what transpired in front of him. Matt wasn't aware of what job his father had, mostly because he never told him, but the rest of his family of course he told.

He didn't think to much of it, mostly because of the pain in his stomach. He walked down the basement stairs and sat on his mattress. He grabbed the lighter from his pocket and lit the bong; he smoked the bong as his eyes became pink from being high off the drug.

Matt wasn't one for drugs. Just because he was a loner, doesn't mean he has to follow the stereotypical ways of a loner. But, this was for his Crohn's disease and his doctor did prescribe him for it.

At that moment, everything became slower as the noises echoed around him. The marijuana kicked it real quick. This was one of the side effects but, it treated his disease so he didn't complain.

I fly like paper, get high like planes

If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name

If you come around here, I make 'em all day

I get one down in a second if you wait

I fly like paper, get high like planes

If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name

If you come around here, I make 'em all day

I get one down in a second if you wait

Matt fell on his mattress, as many hallucinations surrounded him. He smiled a childlike smile.

-o-o-o-o-o-

Jack the Sparrow landed on a grassy lawn, searching for some food. He studied the area before pecking a worm off the ground. He smiled as he prepared himself to take off. Suddenly, the ground shook as a shadow appeared in front of Jack.

He blinked before turning around to meet eye to eye with a Peregrine Falcon. The falcon glared at Jack as the sparrow shrunk down in fear. He let go of the worm and placed it in front of the falcon, offering it's food. When the falcon didn't take it, Jack slightly pushed it forward to it. The falcon didn't want the worm for it's breakfast, it wanted Jack.

The falcon gave a grin as its tongue stuck out in hunger. Jack's eyes shrunk as he gulped; poop fell out from behind.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" Jack screamed

Jack flew away, the falcon followed suit; the two passed the Dillon's residence.

Matt opened his eyes as he laid on the mattress he slept on last night. He stretched as he accidentally hit his bong. Thinking nothing of it, he proceeded to get up, but stopped when he noticed something odd. A bowl of fish heads laid next to the mattress. Realizing this was his breakfast, Matt kicked the bowl and proceeded to head to the basement stairs, leading up to the doorway.

As soon as he opened the door, the sounds of screaming could be heard. He turned to the kitchen where his mother, Gina, was holding her pregnant stomach. Steve came busting in through the backdoor.

"Steve! The baby! It's coming!" Gina shouted.

Steve wasted no time as he grabbed her; he turned to Matt. "What are you standing there for? Get the door!" Steve shouted.

Matt ran over to the door and opened it, as his parents walked out. Steve guided his way towards the SUV's passenger door. Gina got in as Matt's brother got in through the back door; Matt took the right side of the backseat. Steve got in the driver's seat and immediately put the keys in the slot and pressed the gas pedal, and off they went to the hospital to deliver the baby.

-o-o-o-o-o-

Matt and Derek sat in the waiting room, sitting opposite sides of each other, both looking down. Matt never had a good relationship with his brother, and he was only 2 years older than him. Matt being 15 and Derek being 17, both were at the same height. Matt grew faster than his family thanks to a growth spurt at age 10, and his hair grew fast as well. Everything about him was fast, but not in bed, yeah?

Derek was usually a, well let's just say an asshole to him. Derek seemed to take part on his father's side a lot, and even more on his mother's side. Thus, making the entire family against Matt, or Matilda as he calls him by his full name. At one point in Matt's life, Derek called him a "disgusting freak" and that he was embarrassed of him. Luckily for Matt, it takes a lot to make him mad. He was always very chill and supportive of others, even if they don't support him of his lifestyles.

Lifestyle. That's something that meant a lot to Matt. It's because of his lifestyle that's gets him to become the main target of humiliation at school, the reason why he's so miserable. But Matt is one to look at the silver lining. He always focuses on the good and rarely thinks about the bad. But that doesn't mean he wished he had another family.

"It's your fault, you know."

Matt looked up to see his older brother, Derek, looking at him; his words catching his attention. "What?" he asked.

"It's your fault that this family is broken." Derek clarified.

"What do you mean?"

"The reason why mom and dad hate you so much. It's because you don't commit to the family."

"Why should I commit to a family that doesn't love me?" Matt sat up straight.

Derek did the same. "Because who else are you gonna run to? Hm? You do what we say when we say it. You don't defy us. You follow our rules."

"Dillweed, your rules consist of hurting me as much as possible. Listen I understand that they wanted a girl but it's not my fault that I have a penis. Tough shit. That doesn't mean they need stop loving me."

"That's the exact reason why." Derek stood up. "Don't you see what dad is creating. The perfect family. Husband, wife, and two kids: boy and girl. Living together in a big house. But thanks to you, you little mistake, we ended up living in a complete dump. Why do you think dad punishes you a lot."

"You mean abuse?"

"It's because everything is your fault. You need motivation in order to be better. Do you know what motivates people?" Derek walked up to Matt. He bent down and got real close to Matt's face, almost touching his nose with his. Matt got extremely uncomfortable at the moment as a sharp silence filled the area between them. "Fear." Derek finally finished.

He walked back to his seat, leaving Matt to his own thoughts. At that moment, the doors opened, revealing his mom in a wheelchair and his dad next to her. Derek put a smile on his face as he walked over to his family. Matt however stayed behind.

"It's a girl!" his father stated. "We're naming her Ashley."

For some reason that he couldn't think of, he felt something was off. Now that they finally have a girl, he felt like his time with the family was coming short to an end. He couldn't explain it but he just knew…

Oh, how right he is.

-o-o-o-o-o-

The trip back home was a quiet one for the Dillons. Even though there was a new member of the family, Matt still felt scorn. During the trip he kept looking out the window, refusing to make eye contact with his family.

Steve looked at the rear view mirror to see his second son staring out the window. A small grin appeared on his face just then, and not the good kind.

He purposely stopped the car on the side of the road. Realizing they stopped, Matt turned to his father.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Something must be wrong with the engine. Go and check it out."

Matt sighed, knowing it was useless to fight. He unbuckled his seat belt as he opened the car door. As soon as he closed it, Steve immediately locked the doors. Matt turned around to see his family staring at him.

"Hey." he said. He pulled the door handle. "Why'd you lock it."

"Because," Steve begun. "now that we finally have a daughter, our family's perfect now. You're of no use to us anymore."

"So what! You're just abandoning me out here?!"

"Nooooo. I'm abandoning you out in the middle of nowhere."

"That's the same thing!"

"Love to stay and chat kiddo, but we got places to be. See ya."

With that, Steve drove off; Derek rolled down the window and stuck his head out. "Ta-ta, Matilda!" Afterwards, he laughed as he returned his head back inside the car.

Matt just stood there in disbelief. His own family just left him on the side of the road, alone. He had nowhere to go. Nowhere to live. He knew his dad bought a new place somewhere but he didn't say where exactly. Matt had no leads to find them.

He just stood there, motionless, in silence, before breaking it.

"How could this day get any worse?" he asked himself in a depressed tone. At that moment, howling could be heard. Matt cocked his head to the left to see a pack of five wolves growling and snarling at him. "I just had to ask."

-o-o-o-o-o-

Vanzilla drove down the road carrying its passengers. The Loud family were returning back from their vacation at the lake house. If anything could describe the vacation, it was ecstatic.

"That was the BEST vacation EVER!" Lincoln exclaimed.

Everyone agreed with him.

"Remember when Luna jammed on top of the roof and sung that song? That was sweet." Lynn said.

"And the time Leni rode her horse straight into a wall. That was funny." Lola remembered.

"It appeared out of nowhere. I swear!" Leni exclaimed, a bandage on her nose.

"Yo dudes, remember when Luan pranked the manager and got pie all over his face?" asked Luna.

"And then the manager hung Luan on the coat rack." Lincoln added, smiling.

"I said I was sorry!" Luann exclaimed off screen. "There was definitely no way to coat the situation." Luan laughed at her own joke as everyone else groaned.

"Can we go there again next year, mom?" asked Lana.

"We'll see, honey." Rita responded. "I was thinking we take a vacation at the beach next summer."

"Mother, there are no beaches here in Michigan. Unless you count the three major lakes, that is." Lisa corrected.

"Which is why your father and I are thinking of traveling across country down to Florida so we could go to the beach. We may even buy a hotel room."

This got everyone excited. They all began talking at once, clearly ecstatic about the idea.

"Alright, settle down." their father said, stopping them. "How about a little road trip music. Who's up for some 99 Cartons of Milk on the Wall?"

...What? That's the best I got.

"We are!" his kids replied in union.

"99 Cartons of Milk on the Wall. 99 Cartons of Milk." everyone sang. "Take one down, pass it around. Now you have-"

"AAAAAAAHH!"

The song was interrupted by their father's screaming. He slammed the breaks as a person ran in front of them; that person was Matt… once more. Vanzilla's brakes proved to be untrustworthy as it did a poor job at braking.

It was bound to happen. Vanzilla impacted Matt, causing him to fly a few feet away from the car; the car finally stopped.

"Dang it!" Lynn Sr exclaimed. "That's twice in one week!" He saw Matt moving his arms, groaning, and recognized the outfit. "And it's the same kid!"

"Two for one! Two for one!" Lana exclaimed.

This time everyone got out of the car and approached Matt, who lied motionless on the ground; his face on the ground.

"Hey, buddy. You alright?" asked Lynn Sr.

"Yo dude, say somethin'. You're seriously creepin' us out, bro." Luna added with a scared tone.

"Maybe he really is dead." Lana said.

Matt opened his eyes, his vision blurry. He groaned as he lifted him up on the ground, but fell right on his butt soon afterwards.

"What happened?" he asked himself.

"Woah." Lynn said.

"What is he?" asked Lola.

"I thought he was a guy. Why does he look like a girl?" asked Lana.

"Look at his hands." Lucy commented.

Matt turned to the voices he heard and met with the eyes of the Loud family. Wondering what the goth one said, Matt looked down to his hands, only to discover a shocking realization. His gloves were off, revealing his painted nails.

He looked all around him to see his rings scattered. He quickly picked all of them up and placed them on his fingers; his pockets being torn weren't the best option right now.

A sudden breeze hit his head, something he wasn't so used to. He touched his head to feel his hood… except he didn't feel his hood. His long black hair was fully revealed to the public.

"Are those earrings?" asked Leni.

Now his worst fears came true. His odd looks were no longer a secret. He turned and faces the family with pleading eyes.

"I-I-It's not what it looks like! I-I-I-I lo-lost a bet. T-T-That's all!" He tried to explained.

At that moment, loud barking could be heard. Everyone turned their attention to the five wolves that chased Matt earlier. Their leader, the black furred one, howled as the four ran up to Matt; fear took over his body as they pounced on him and began biting his flesh. Soon the leader joined in as well.

"No! No! No no no no no no no no! AAAH! AAH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" Matt's loud, girlish screams echoed through the road.

The wolves began to maul him, Matt losing consciousness faster and faster. Soon the, he would experience shock and everything would be a blur. Soon he won't be able to discern sounds, pictures or feelings anymore. Everything will be mixed into some compound.

However, the pain stopped after a swift kick to the wolf's head caused them to let go of Matt. He could hear voices but to him there were just echoes. He did hear one thing though:

"CALL 911 NOW! NOW! DAMNIT, NOW!" a female teenager's voice could be heard.

And then, Matt's visioned blackened.

-o-o-o-o-o-

The sound of beeping woke up Matt, as he slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was a ceiling, but he didn't recognize it. He looked all around him to see that he was in a hospital room. But how did he get here?

Stood next to him was a doctor, writing on a clipboard. It wasn't until he slightly turned his head to his patient to see that he was awake.

"Oh good. You're awake." the doctor said.

"What happened?" asked Matt.

"You got hit by a car and then afterwards got mauled by a pack of wolves." the doctor explained.

"That's weird. I usually get mauled by coyotes." The doctor began chuckling as Matt simply stared at him in confusion. The doctor looked at Matt and realized he wasn't laughing at all, but instead had a serious expression plastered on his face. "What?"

The doctor's smile faded. "O-Oh! That wasn't- That wasn't a jo- Oh. My. Oh God. Ohum." The doctor cleared his throat in awkwardness. "So, uhm, my name is Dr. Thompson, and I'm gonna be asking you a series of questions."

"Just don't ask me to lunch." Matt joked. Dr. Thompson gave a confused look, unknowingly how to respond. "That one was a joke."

"Oh! Uh. Good one." he replied back in equal awkwardness as before. "So, first question: Do you know your name?"

"Matilda Dillon." Matt replied.

"Okay, so he's delusional." Dr. Thompson checked a box on his clipboard.

"I'm serious! That's name my name! It's why I just go by Matt. My parents wanted a girl so they named me Matilda but found out I was a boy the whole time."

"How did they not realize you weren't a girl. It's pretty obvious down there."

"Don't ask me. I've been asking the same question for several years now."

Dr. Thompson shrugged. "Okay, so second question: Do you know how you got here?"

Matt raised his eyebrow. "Didn't you just-"

"Oh yeah, that's right I told you. Uh, third question: Are you in any pain right now?"

"Well my whole body is sore if you that helps." Matt answered.

Dr. Thompson looked at hs clipboard. "Okay, so he's not dead."

"Wha?"

"Well, based on these answers you've given me, I can give a diagnosis. Sir, you have brain cancer." Dr. Thompson seriously stated. Matt gave a very confused, and shocked, look. Dr. Thompson looked back at his clipboard and realized a mistake. "Oh! Whoops! Heh. Wrong file. That one is for a 4 year old in the next room." He got real close to Matt. "Don't tell him this: I told him he has 6 months to live. He dies tomorrow."

"What?" a little kid's voice asked.

Dr. Thompson turned around to see a little kid sitting on the hospital bed.; his skin was pale and had no hair at all. "Whoops. I forgot you two are sharing a room." He grabbed the curtains and pulled them, creating a wall between the two patients. "So for your diagnosis:... You're perfectly fine. Just a few scrapes and bruises… and bite marks. But other than that, you're fine. But it does appear you're losing blood flow in your fingers."

Matt looked at his fingernails to still see the black nail polish on. He sighed at the doctor's incompetence. "This is nail polish."

"Well that explains why it smells like my mother's in here. Oh. Speaking of mother, I've got a surprise for you." Dr. Thompson turned to the door. "You can come in now!" At that moment, the door opened and in came the Loud family. "Ta-da! Your family is here!"

"These aren't my family! These are the people that hit me with their car!" Matt retorted back at the doctor.

"Oh… Uh…" He turned to the family. "No hitting people with your cars." he tried to scold.

"We just came here to check up on you." Rita explained. "It's not everyday you hit people with your car."

"Actually mother, at least fifteen people get hit by some form of vehicles everyday." Lisa corrected.

"And I thought Lucy was all gloom and doom." Lynn muttered.

"She took my job." Lucy almost said in disappointment.

Dey terk er jerbs!

"Well either way we felt sorry about the incident. Our four oldest daughters persuaded us to come visit you." Rita explained. Matt turned to Lily, Lisa, Lola, and Lana. "Those are the youngest."

"Oh."

He turned to Lori, Leni, Luna, and Luan.

"Hi." Leni greeted.

"We felt bad for hitting you with Vanzilla, dude. So to make it up, we bought something that we thought you would like." Luna explained.

The group stood there in silent, until Luna nudged Lori. "Oh!" From behind her back, she gave Matt a bottle of nail polish.

"Gold Nail Polish." Matt read.

"We didn't know what else to give you and we saw the nail polish on your fingers so we thought that… maybe you like nail polish… so we… got… some…" Luan slowly stopped talking. "Sorry if this is somewhat offensive to you, we honestly didn't know what else to give you. I swear, our faces aren't painted with lies." Luan then laughed at her own joke.

"Really, dude? Right now?" asked Luna.

"What? I can't help it! It's a force of habit!" Luan retorted.

"Uh… thanks." Matt replied. "I mean it. Seriously, thanks." Matt placed the nail polish on the table next to him.

"So how are you feeling?" asked Lynn Sr.

"Well at least I don't have brain cancer." Matt joked.

Whimpering could be heard behind the curtain as the family turned their heads around.

"Well, we should go before you family shows up." Rita said.

"I don't think they'll be showing up any time soon." Matt replied in a depressed tone.

The family gave him a confused look. "What do you mean?" asked Lincoln.

"Well the reason why I was out there on my own was, funny thing is… they abandoned me." Matt nonchalantly replied.

The family gasped.

"Oh no, that's terrible." Dr. Thompson said in a unsympathetic tone. He wasn't even paying attention as he was reading a Naughty Nurses magazine.

"They abandoned you?" asked Lori. "Why did they abandoned you?"

"Well my parents always wanted a girl but instead they got me. So today my mom gave birth to a baby girl and on the way back home they just left me on the side of the road." Matt explained. "Its why name is Matilda."

"Wait, I thought Matt was short for Matthew?" asked Leni.

"It's short for Matilda in my case." Leni scratched her head in confusion. "Don't think too much into it." Leni went crossed eyed as the dial up sound could be heard.

"Too late." Luna said.

"So wait, do you have any place to stay?" asked Lynn.

"I'm still working on that." Matt replied. "But at least there's a silver lining: My life isn't completely screwed up. I don't have to deal with those freaks anymore."

Lori, Luna, and Luan all looked at each other before silently agreeing.

"Uh, mom, dad. Can we talk to you for a second?" asked Lori.

"Sure, honey." Rita answered before turning back to Matt. "We'll be right back."

The parents and the three sisters walked out, passing Leni who was still cross eyed. Lori came up from behind and smacked the back of her head, knocking her out of the trance. She dragged her outside the hospital room.

"So what's on your minds?" asked Lynn Sr.

The four looked at each other, nodding. "We've decided that it would be best for us AND Matt that maybe we could help him out at school." Lori started.

"Oh. That's real nice of you girls. I'm proud of you." Rita said.

"Buuuuut since we just found he doesn't have a place to stay, we thought…"

The parents soon caught on. "Lori, as much as I would love to help that kid, there's simply not enough room for him."

"But mom! He has nowhere else to stay!" Luna tried to persuade. "Can he just stay a couple of nights until we find him a place?"

"Trust me girls, I'm up for the idea," Lynn Sr began. "but the fact is that our family is already big enough. Adding another member would be too much. Where would he even sleep?"

"He can sleep in our rooms." Luna replied.

"Are you sure?" asked Rita. "A teenage boy sleeping in a room with two girls his age? That might just lead to a lot of… well…"

"Trust us, mom. We'll make sure he doesn't have those thoughts about us." Luan assured. "Besides, I doubt he's into that stuff anyway."

"The worst that could possibly happen with him is that he throws a rockin' party or somethin'. But like my sis said, I doubt he'll do that. He doesn't really have friends at school, and people torment him all the time." Luna replied.

"Yeah! The whole school is, like, against him. I don't think he has friends." Leni added.

"You guys raised us to think of others and treat them with respect. Let us help him." Lori said.

"Yeah!" the other three agreed.

"Well even if we said yes, this is all up to him." Lynn Sr replied.

"Well then let's ask him." Lori said before walking back into the room, followed by the rest.

The scene didn't really change. The rest were standing by the bed with Matt laying in it. "-so pretty much the whole building burned down because of the guy. Oh, they're back. That was fast." Matt said in a monotone, calm voice.

The four walked over to his bed. "Matt, we have a question for you."

"Condition, shampoo, and then rinse if you have long hair. That's what I do." Matt answered.

"What?" Lori asked. "N-No. That's not it. Matt, since you have no place to stay we thought that maybe you could… live with us."

Matt stared at them with a blank look, not responding. Silence filled the area once more before he gave his answer. "Okay."

"See. I told you he wouldn't-... Huh?" asked Rita.

"I said 'okay'." Matt clarified.

"Really?" asked Luna.

"Yeah. I'm not passing an opportunity of a new place to live. I don't wanna become homeless."

"Great!" Lori exclaimed.

"Alright so now what?" asked Lynn Sr enthusiastically.

Lori stood silent. "I don't know. I didn't think we would get this far." Lori replied.

"Well for starters you can sleep in mine and Luan's room. We can get you a sleeping bag." Luna offered.

"Eh, that's fine. I can just take the couch." Matt responded.

"Really?" asked Leni. "Because a sleeping bag is, like, more comfy than a couch."

"Not the first time I've had to sleep on a couch. I've couch surfed for the most of my life. I'm used to it. But, I do have a question." Matt stated.

"What is it?" asked Rita.

Matt hesitated as he began playing with his fingers. He didn't want to ask the question but it had to come out soon. "Am I gonna be… like ya know… living there? Or am I just gonna be there until I get my own place. Because either way is fine. I'll at least try to search for apartments to rent while I'm crashing at your place."

"We'll cross the bridge when we get there." Lynn Sr responded.

"So does that mean he'll be living with us forever?" asked Lola.

"Not necessary." Lisa replied. "Matt could move out any time, or at least when he becomes and adult at age 18 and finds a place. But, this is all on him. He can choose to live with us until he's 18 or move out when he's ready to."

"Actually, Lisa, it's impossible for him to find a place to stay when he's only… how old are you?" asked Rita.

"15… or 16. I'm not sure." Matt replied.

"Well either way he's not old enough to own a place to stay. So I guess that only leaves one option."

"He'll be living with us for now on." Lynn Sr finished.

"Really?" asked Matt.

"Really?" asked the Loud kids.

"Well it's the least we could do after we hit him with Vanzilla… twice… and the fact he has no place to stay."

(Apologies if these aren't realistic lines from the characters. I'm currently listening to music on my speaker on the side of my desk. Bad by Michael Jackson is playing right now… Man this song is catchy!)

"Wow… I… Wow." Matt was astonished. "I don't know what to say. Thank you first of all. Second of all… you HAVE to condition your hair first before shampooing it. And when you're shampooing it, don't shampoo the ends of your hair. Otherwise you'll get split ends."

"We know how to wash our hair." Lori responded.

"Oh… okay."

(Because I'm bad, I'm bad come on! You know I'm bad, I'm bad come on, you know! Sorry…)

"So, Dr. Thompson." Lynn Sr called out.

Dr. Thompson lowered his magazine at the sound of his name. "Huh?" he asked.

"When will he be let out?"

"I dunno." he honestly replied. "To be honest, I'm not even a real doctor. I cheated on my medical exam to get this job. I just came here to give some bad news to that kid over there." he pointed to the brain cancer kid behind the curtain.

He opened the curtain to see the kid lying on the bed, motionless. His heart monitor letting out a long 'beep', indicating that his heart stopped.

"Oh, he's dead." Dr. Thompson said.

(Dirty deeds! Done dirt cheap! Dirty deeds and the done dirt cheap! Sorry again. The song changed...)