Hello everyone my name is Lost In Communication and welcome to my story!
I don't really ever write anything, so this story is a bit rough around the edges but hopefully, you enjoy it nonetheless.
I have been watching the Loud House since 2018 and have been lurking around here for quite some time, so I thought why not make my own story. Unfortunately, updates will be a bit inconsistent as I have a lot of stuff to do IRL but I will do my best to update when I can!
So without further ado, this is 'Just Two Weeks!'
Oh and here are the ages of the Louds in this story for reference-
Lincoln - 20 years old
Lori - 16 years old
Leni - 15 years old
Luna - 14 years old
Luan - 13 years old
Lynn jr. - 11 years old
Lucy - 8 years old
Lana - 6 years old
Lola - 6 years old
Lisa - 4 years old
Lily - 2 years old
*Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep*
Flinging his arm out to fumble around his bedside table, Lincoln slams his palm down onto the alarm clock to stop that damned noise from ringing out any longer.
Forcing his eyes open to meet the golden light of the sunrise that was seeping through the blinds which were hanging haphazardly over his circular window, Lincoln allows his brain some time to shed the haze of sleep.
Bringing the inside of his palms up to his eyes to rub away the cobwebs of tiredness, Lincoln couldn't prevent a loud yawn from escaping through his mouth, the noise filling the small room of the converted linen closet that Lincoln had called his room for the last twenty years or so.
Deciding that he should probably get up quickly, Lincoln shifts the blankets off of himself and throws his legs off of the side of the bed, taking some time to relish in the feeling of his bare feet planting themselves on the soft surface of his carpeted floor.
Standing up, Lincoln feels his body shiver as the cold morning air seeps into any skin that was not covered by the boxer and t-shirt combo that made up his pajamas, before quickly making his way over towards a wooden set of draws and opening the top one to be greeted by the familiar orange of his favorite polo.
Not wasting any time getting dressed and ready to face the day, Lincoln rapidly puts on his usual attire before heading out to the quiet upstairs hallway of the Loud house.
Making a quick detour to the bathroom to perform his usual morning routine, Lincoln was finally ready to head downstairs to prepare breakfast for the ten hungry mouths that are about to wake up.
Switching on the stove, Lincoln begins to pull out all the required ingredients that he was going to need to create all the morning dishes that each of his younger sisters enjoyed, lining each one of them up on the counter in order of when he needed them.
Throwing some eggs into the pan and toast into the toaster, Lincoln lets himself take in some deep breaths of the intoxicating aroma of the food which was slowly spreading out around the kitchen as it starts to cook, knowing that he will most likely get to eat once all of his siblings get their fill.
The actions of the white-haired young adult were almost second nature to him, seeing as he has done this exact thing for his sisters for the last few years, deciding that when he was sixteen that he should probably help take some of the strain off of his parents.
Speaking of his parents, they were set to go on a two-week holiday starting today, both of them having decided to go on a little getaway together across the country just for themselves.
Craning his neck towards a clock that was ticking slowly away on the kitchen wall above the sink, Lincoln takes note that the two of them should probably be getting up soon or they will definitely miss their flight.
Before he could get into an internal debate with himself about waking them up, his parents both shuffle their way into the kitchen with a tired look marring their expressions.
"Good morning Mom, Good Morning Dad," Lincoln greets them as his Mom puts on the coffee machine and his Dad grabs some milk from the fridge.
"Good morning sweetie," His mother replies with some fatigue filling her voice, but nevertheless giving him a quick smile.
"Morning son," Lynn Sr. absent-mindedly says, concentrating more on the cup of tea he was making, having gotten a taste for the stuff from the time he spent in England when he was younger.
"Excited for your holiday?" Lincoln asks them while taking some toast out of the appliance and applying butter to it before placing it on a nearby plate.
"Oh, very excited dear," His Mom responds to his question with a little wave of her hand.
Knowing that he won't get much more of a conversation out of the two of them. Lincoln continues on with the making of breakfast, depositing two pitch-black eggs onto another plate before pushing them to the side.
Lori was the first of the girls to wake up, entering the kitchen with her eyes glued to the phone that she always seemed to have in her hand.
"Bobby just said he won't wear the shirt I gave him," She exclaims to nobody in particular while plopping herself down into an empty chair at the table, "Can you believe that linc?"
"No, I can not," The older boy replies, lacking any real conviction behind his words, Instead of being more focused on dropping two fresh pieces of toast onto the girl's plate.
"I knew you would agree with me Lincy!" she says, taking a bite out of the food put before her.
It didn't take long for the rest of the girls to wake up and make their way into the kitchen one by one, each taking a seat at the table while rubbing the last remaining bit of sleep out of their eyes.
Lincoln didn't waste any time putting the food he spent most of the morning preparing onto each of their plates, receiving various smiles and thank yous from them as he did.
Once all the girls had started to eat, The white-haired man took a moment to sigh to himself before finally moving on to make himself something to eat. He reaches into the cupboard only to find that the bread was all gone, Shaking his head, he decides to have a bowl of cereal instead.
"MOM! LANA SPILT ALL THE MILK," A shrill voice shouts from behind him, dashing any hope he had for having any form of breakfast.
"I DID NOT!" Was the equally loud response.
Knowing that a fight was about to break out, Lincoln was about to step in to break up the argument like he usually does but his father beat him to it.
"GIRLS CAN YOU PLEASE NOT ARGUE!" The yell filled the room with silence as all eyes look to the man who had his head in his hands, "Ding dang, sorry I didn't mean to shout, can one of you just clean it up?"
Feeling some tension still in the air, Lincoln decides that it was probably best to head to the sitting room to prepare both his parent's suitcases, knowing that they were going to be leaving relatively soon and didn't want them missing their reservation.
Looking at the suitcases, the young man notices that they were bigger than usual, which he thought was odd. It almost looked like the suitcases Leni and Lola would bring on their annual family holiday, saying that they didn't want to have the wrong dress for any occasion that would pop up.
Like any other occasion would 'pop up' while camping, other than fishing and bird watching.
"It was very considerate of you to pack our bags son."
The sudden voice makes Lincoln jump, having been caught deep in thought.
"It's the least I could do for you mom," He says while throwing a smile her way, "I know you both have been looking forward to this trip for months now."
His Moms smile falters for a second, catching Lincoln's eye before returning to normal, "Yeah, Your Father and I haven't had a proper holiday since you and the girls were born"
The words kind of stung him, but he knew his Mom didn't really mean anything by it, she was probably still tired from being up all night writing.
Lincoln had heard her on the computer last night in the sitting room typing away on the computer, thinking that she had been working on her book that she is always talking about.
"Well, for the next two weeks you don't have to worry about that, I will do a good job while you're gone." Lincoln claims, trying not to think too much on the odd look his mother got in her eye when he said the words 'two weeks.'
"I know you will son, I know you will." She replies with a sad ring to her voice but before her son could ask her what was wrong, his father exits the kitchen with a strained smile on his face.
"Well honey, I'm all set to hit the open road," The older man says as he enters the room, putting his hand on the shoulder of his wife, "you all ready?"
"Yes, dear," The woman replies giving her husband a strained look before glancing at Lincoln, "Son, would you carry our suitcases to the car? I need to have a quick word with your father."
Lincoln nods at her words, having an odd feeling that she wasn't asking but more like telling him to do it, as if she wanting him out of the room for the talk she was going to have.
Shrugging to himself, Lincoln gets to work moving the massive suitcases by himself out to his mother's car, knowing that they were leaving Vanzilla to him while they were gone.
By the time he had them both in the trunk of the car, which was no easy task, by the way, Lincoln was sweating up a storm. The summer sun was beating down mercilessly, showing no signs that it was almost autumn and nearly time for schools to start back up in three weeks or so.
Wiping his forehead with the backhand, Lincoln notices his parents leaving the house followed by an army of girls behind them. Scanning the girls, he notices that each of them seemed to be engrossed with their own activities, not at all caring that their parents were going away for a full two weeks.
"Thanks for putting them in the trunk son," His father says quickly, not bother to look Lincoln in the eye, opting to open the driver's side door and get into the car without sparing him a glance instead.
Scrunching his nose in confusion, he looks to his mom who just sighs before leaning over to him to say something, "Don't mind him, honey, he just... "
She trails off, deciding to change topic instead, "Look, if you need some advice with the girls while we're gone, I left you a note in the sitting room."
His Mom looks down, almost like she was gathering herself, "Read it when you feel a little bit lost with what to do with them."
With that, she pulls him into a mother and son hug that lasted a little bit longer than usual before getting into the car.
"See ya mom," Lincoln lamely responds, being a bit off guard by what she said.
Shaking it off, he heads over to where the rest of his siblings were standing before facing the car.
"Be good for Lincoln girls!" Their father says, looking at the road instead of where they were standing.
"and remember to help each other while we are gone!" Their mom adds, actually sparing some time to look at all of them, "you will always have each other."
Before any of them could process their mother's words, the car suddenly springs to life, tearing down the road at a speed that was just bearly legal.
Not really knowing what to do, Lincoln turns to face his sisters who were all looking at him with unamused expressions on their faces.
"So, Can you take me to practice?"
"I have a gig I need to get to Linc."
"Can we go to the mall?"
"The observatory is holding a lecture on quantum physics and it's imperative that I attend."
"I have a pageant to get to."
"I have a band meet up bro."
"Me and Bobby have a date and I totally can not be late."
"I have to meet with the morticians club about a funeral for Morpheus's pet rat"
"The fishes need me down at the pond, They can't survive this heat Linc"
His muscles begin to feel weak at the thought of having to do all the things that they have just said, but he was their older Brother and they were his responsibility for the next two weeks.
But thank god it was only two.
Well, that was the first chapter! What did you guys think?
If you have any questions please feel free to ask! I will do my best to answer them in the next chapter.
but for now, I will remain Lost In Communication