We return, and yes I needed to say that. ;)
Luna began listening to Mrs. Camberly's lecture about Roman Catholic's, and their impression on a modern society. Luna could smell the stench a mile away, and she sat directly infront of the open window, in hopes of containing the stench.
"And now, this next exercise will require partnering up." Mrs. Camblerly instructed. Luna felt a bit of light inside of her. Please, please let it be me and Sam. I started fascinating the concept of me and Sam spending more time together badly.
As the teacher progressed on the list, my gut began to tighten, and I felt hopeless. "It probably won't be me and her, dude. When has anything turned into my favor?" I asked myself in my mind, but as the list narrowed down, and choices dwindled. I crossed my fingers, tight.
"...James and Sanjay. Luna and Sam..." When I hear the first half of my name, my chest dropped, but when I heard 'Sam' I practically jumped out and cheered out in celebration, but I knew better.
Sam soon approached me, and sat down at the desk beside me. "Funny coincidence we ended up together, almost like... Someone did a little praying, huh?" Sam chuckled, not realizing how weird that sounded.
"Yeah lu- Luna thinks that too." I said, almost calling her 'luv' and needing go catch/correct myself. Phew, close one. She then scootched the desk over, and looked over at my paper.
"I think, the answer to that would be 'Nicholas V'." She corrected me, which I nodded and erased my answer. "Boy, such a smartone you are, huh?" I giggled out, and Sam blushed slightly. She then showed me her paper, which I found far too intriguing. "Man, I know I'm gonna be the sub in this." I think to myself. "Ehm- what was that, Lunes?" She asked, which I realized I mumbled that aloud.
"Oh, I just said 'man, I wish I had a sub in this', you know, submarine sandwich, I'm hungry?" I say, frantically trying to disguise what I just said, but thankfully Sam thinks I'm just a goofball, and gets back to it. I take a deep, well-needed breath, anxiety built up inside of me, but I knew deep inside, if I wanted Sam to be mine, I had to man-up later.
"And I think, if we could all take a page from idealism, we can seperate the migrating factors between the practice philosophy, a practice Romans were bound together by." Sam said, as we wrote down on the essay. God... She's so hot, when she talks.
At the end of the block, we finally pushed our chairs in, ready to change classes. I walked up to Sam, and gave her a simple hug. "Hey- Luna, you okay?" She asked, slightly worried. I look up at her. "Oh yeah, yeah I'm alright. Just thought, you know. Bromance would be funny." I managed to come up with, she giggled and say "well aren't you full of surprises today?"
I was stunned. Sam didn't care about my odor, which I know a bunch of the students refused to sit close to me, because of it. But Sam, she was engaged in the conversation with me, she wasn't repelled by me, and it's like, she understands me. Of course, she's like a big ol' teddy bear to me, and part of me thinks, if I confess and get rejected, how will that make us?
I let this crowd my head as we walk out of the classroom, with my bestie to my side, as we walked to band-practice. We caught Mazz and Sully along the way, and they followed us. "Sooo Lun-o, how's class been?" came from Mazzy, as we walked to the band room.
"Ah, you know well enough, to burn me out." I explained, showing my boredom and disinterest from the class. Sully chuckled. "Romeo, Romeo, Romeooo." he said, and I looked at him as if he was stupid.
"Dude, we're learning about *fake gag* Roman Catholic history." I said, he and Mazz immediately stopped, and began to put their palms to their hearts, and kneel whilst standing.
"Um, guys? What are you doing?" Sam asked, tilting her head. "Giving our condolences. Man, where's that Mortician's Club when you need them?" Sully jeered, having a grasp understanding about how excruciating that subject was. I was unphased.
"Anyhoozerz, did you hear? Mrs. Ward is thinking about having today's lesson be in 'classical music', blegh." Sam said, using finger quotations.
"No way! Uh-uh, see you guys later." Mazzy called out in contempt, as she walked away only for me to pull her back in. "Oh no, dude! We're in this together, Moon Goats stay in a herd, through thicker and thin." I instructed, and she rolled her eyes, not that I could see though.
"How's little Linco, anyways?" Mazzy asked. "He's uh- well, he's hanging in there." I replied. "He's got the cutest little smile, dude! I don't know why the little guy would be so upset." She added, and I shrugged.
"Well, it all started with this girl he liked, Ronnie Ann, she moved away to the big city, and he wasn't feeling it, hit him where it hurt."
"Ouch, I hear that loud and clear, the love department is harsh, it's a joke with no punch-line." Mazzy explained. "Psht. Try telling that to Luan." I joked, which got my three bandmates in stitches.
"Well, I don't know about you guys, but I for one, have experience with the ladies." Sully stood up straight, with his hands on hips, and chest puffed.
"Dude. You had one girlfriend, for four days. Come on, bruh." Mazzy shook her head. "Hey, it was my experience that won me those for days of amor." He defended his answer. Sam rolled her eyes, and faced me.
"Boys we will be boys, huh?" Sam smirked. "Yeah, hehe. Who needs boys, when we got the bros?" I held the back of my head, and blushed. "You know Lunes, I've never actually dated anyone." Sam confessed.
Woah. How is that possible? A hot, talented and kind-hearted soul like Sam Sharp, has never been in a relationship?
"And if I ever considered it, the last person I'd go to for advice, would be Sully." She smiled at her own statement. "Hey now, I heard that Samantha!" Sully crossed his arms. She chuckled, and let out "I hope you did, Mr. Experience."
Mazzy changed the topic. "Anyways, little Linko though, he's gonna be aight, won't he?"
I really don't know to respond, he's not looking good, but he's getting better, I think?
"I- I don't really know, we had a good ol' laugh 'bout, something I can't exactly remember. So, I guess that's a sign, but I won't let nobody break his heart again while I'm there." I explained, which won over my three companions.
"Aww, Lunes! That, is so adorable. You're always looking out for him, just like how I'm always here to save your ass." Sam teased.
"Yep. That's the system I know and love, so well." I roll my eyes, as we continue our walk, until we soon stopped infront of the music club.
"Lunes, you know if your brother needs anyone to talk to, we're all here!" Sam chirped. "Yeah! Moon Goats is a family, and Lincoln is just as one of us, as I am!" Sully put his hands on his hips once again, like some kind of superhero.
I blushed at the idea of 'Moon Goats is family', considering my love for Sam, though the possibility of her liking me back, ha. Maybe she could be Samantha Loud one day. Yeah, that has a cute little ring.
"Okay students, come in, come in." called Mrs. Ward. I absentmindedly reached for Sam's hand, but pulled back before she could see. Woo, close one, hehe.
We all made our way to the seats. "You think Chunk could take us to Lynn's Table sometime afterschool?" Sully asked. "Psshttt naww dude. He's got a gig in Flint later." Mazzy reminded him.
"Awww bro. I forgot all about his 'Chester Munk is Junk' tour, man I should've snagged some tickets."
Mrs. Ward approached us, and instructed us to bring out our instruments. I wasn't paying attention, dozing off into the daydream of me, and Sam on a date, as the teacher glared at me. "I'm talking to you too, Ms. Loud." she announced. I feel her eyes digging into me, as I turn to face her.
"Sorry Mrs. Ward! It- uh... Won't happen again dudette!" I chuckle, Sam, Mazz and Sully stare at me, restraining laughter. "I wonder how things with Lincoln are man." I thought.
~Things with Lincoln were far from fine. ~
After what felt like way too damn long, I made it to the school. "Finally. I'm sure Huggins would love a word with me." I tell myself, reminding myself I'm not late, and not in trouble.
As I'm walking to class, I catch Clyde and Rusty talking. Oh great. I wonder if they'll deject me over my odor. Regardless, I walked up to the duo. "Lincoln! Buddy, I started thinking you weren't gonna make it to school!" Clyde stammered.
Taken aback by his worry, I put my hand on his shoulder. "And- and... I know Dr. Lopez told me not to feel unguided without you, but I was..." Clyde started panting, Rusty put his hand on Clyde's back. Finishing his breath, Clyde continued.
"... I had to be strong, and walk in your heavy shoes, but I! Am dependable." He smiled, putting his hands on his hips, puffing his chest out, like a superhero. Hm, he must be the first person today to do that.
Oh sweet, innocent Clyde. He has no idea what being a leader will be like, but one day everyone will have to take over for a change, when the day comes, and the man with the plan falls, succession is future, order is a binding factor.
As we walked to class, I saw Zach throw an apple at girl Jordan. "Ow- hey?!" She said, wiping her head and walking into the crowd, Zach quickly turned around as if to focus on his locker.
"Man, Zach is already trying with the ladies. He- he- he's growing up so fast..." Clyde said, beginning to wipe tears from his eyes. "Relax C man. He's not getting far like that." Rusty comforted Clyde's worries, and I stared deeply at the two, thinking about how everyone is trying a spin at love roulette.
However, as I'm thinking, I'm quickly shoved into a locker. Oh God, is it that time already? I turn to face Chandler. "Hey look, it's Lincoln Lame, *sniffs the air* p-u! Never mind. It's Stincoln Lame." He called out, with several students jumping in with the laughter.
I roll my eyes. To think, everything I did for this jackass, just to get an invite to his party, that I didn't even go to, because I wanted to help Lori. Oh, and I held the door open for him once.
As I try to walk away, carrying the little shred of dignity I had left, he blocked my path. "Lincoln, let's just go the other way. Dr. Lopez told me about confrontation, you always sh-" Clyde was interrupted, by Chandler slapping his textbooks out of his hands.
"You can shut up, and go to hell nigger." Chandler called out, with several students gasping. 'ooo' and 'damn' filled the hallway, as Clyde froze up, tears formed at the base of his eyes, and he darted past me, fleeing out of pain.
That little douche... How dare he talk to Clyde that way? I lost control over myself, and punched Chandler in the side of his face. It did little effect to the older, bigger kid, who quickly latched onto me, and dragged me into the bathroom, whilst the crowd of students watch on.
"Let me go NOW!" I demand, squirming and trying to pull free, but I found myself outmatched. "Poor little Stincoln, smells like moldy milk, and he's sweating bullets. I'll just do you a favor, and wash you." Chandler mocked, as he jammed my face into a toilet, which was in fact yellow with urine inside it.
Holy...ugh it stinks so bad... I started slapping around, trying to push myself out of the bowl, but Chandler insisted on dunking me, pulling me by the hair, and shoving my face deeper, and he then quickly flushed it.
"HURRBURRRMMUH.." I gargle, as the bowl sucks me in, and I almost drown, before he yanks me back out, very probably saving my life. Though, not out of heroism, I should add.
I was thrown into the brick wall of the bathroom, and he then kicked me in my stomach, as I lay against the wall, and I now fall to my side.
"You're clean and cooled off now!" Chandler laughed viciously, and spit on me, before exiting the bathroom, clapping the hands of several of his friends.
Why can't I just wake up? Why can't I wake up, in my bed, and realize this was just a nightmare? That, all of these feelings weren't real, then I see Ronnie Anne, or Paige... Somebody that can just hug me, and tell me it'll be okay.
I'm laying on my side, in the bathroom for a good 13 minutes, before one boy walks in. "Yo', are you good, my man?" The boy asks. I look at him, without saying anything, my eyes red with a combination of tears, and the burning sensation of urine and water in my face.
The boy shrugged at my lack of response, and went into the bathroom. I try to get up, but fall back down. I guess I'm gonna have to crawl. I guess Chandler's right, I am still a baby, act like one, look like one. I have no dignity to lose anyways.
I slowly begin to crawl out of the bathroom, but then I decide to use all of my strength, even if it kills me. I reach for the sink, and manage to grab the outer layer, and with on pull, brought myself back onto my feet, which were now wobbling.
Yeah, show Chandler you can always get back up, and show the world I won't stay knocked down. I stop congratulating myself, and turn on the sink, leaning over it. I pour out some soap onto my hands, and rub my face with it, making sure to clean myself of the urine.
After making sure my face was soaped up, I leaned inside the sink, taking the freezing water all over my face, but still managing to clean off all the soap.
It didn't seem to do much, as I was still sweaty, and smelt horrific, and my clothes were stuck to me from the sweat and toilet water, but I knew I couldn't just sit in the bathroom all day, so I made my way to class.
The second I walked in, I saw an unfamiliar Hispanic man, likely in his mid to late 40s, teaching the class. Where's Ms. Johnson? I thought to myself, but the man interrupted my thoughts.
"Well looks like we have ourselves a truant." he smirked, looking like he was about to break the board eraser in his hand.
I read on the board. "Mr. Bolhofner will be substituting while I'm out on medical-leave, after I slipped in a puddle in the hall. - Ms. Johnson"
This substitute teacher was fierce, and I walked to take a seat. He instead approached me. "SO. You thought you'd just sneak back into class, after you ditched the first 20 minutes, and we wouldn't notice?!" he growled.
I quivered in fear, and all of the eyes in the classroom were now on me. "Mr. B! I saw Lincoln sneaking into the bathroom with a vape before class!" Chandler blurted out, an obvious lie.
Mr. Bolhofner turned to face him, confused. "A vape? What's that supposed be?" he scratched his chin, and I already melted in my chair with defeat. This day is so miserable, already.
"Oh it's, it's like a cigarette, but it's electronic, and... New..." Chandler explained. "Well, well, well. The truant is also the delinquent." The teacher scoffed, holding his hips and looking down on me.
"Sir, I didn't-" I was cut off with a simple "I don't wanna hear it! I'll be sure to let Mr. Huggins know about your side activities, and have a talk with your parents." By this point, I was about done.
"Yeah, and he's clearly been doing it with that Clyde kid, look, both of them didn't show up to class." Chandler added, but before Bolhofner could speak, I called him out. "Shut the fuck up Chandler, that's bullshit!" I shout out, causing everyone to gasp, and a few students to whisper loudly.
Rusty stood up from his desk. "I was there, Chandler hassled Lincoln!" of course, he didn't defend me physically at the time, seeing he was outmatched by Chandler and his lapdogs.
"Zip it, right now!" Bolhofner ordered. "After lunch, I'll be sure you both discuss this with Huggins, until now, let's finish the review on multiplication." although I had little interest in talking with the principal, as Chandler gets away with practically everything he does.
Clyde returned to the classroom after several minutes of me quietly reading; everyone could smell the urine, sweat and milk on me, and everyone scootched their desks away from me, and loud whispers came from their mouths, as I heard.
"And then there was two, what's your excuse young man?" Bolhofner demanded, putting down the textbook and standing to face the truant student.
"Um, I must have the wrong classroom? I thought this was Ms. Johnson's- oh..." Clyde began to respond, before seeing the note written on the board. Bolhofner's expression did not change, obligating Clyde to continue.
"Yeah uh- things happened before class, and I went to the library. It's where I always go to calm down after something happens, or if I think about the love of my life...Lori..." He continued, putting emphasis on Lori's name, seeming to fall into a state of dreamery.
"Bah. I don't care, I just do not care... Take your seat." The teacher shook his head, in a facepalm and went back to his textbook, as Clyde took the only seat next to me, since it was obviously vacant.
"Hey don't sit next to Lincoln, he reeks." called out one of the students in a whisper, but Clyde ignored them and sat down next to me anyways.
Today was a miserable day. Came to school late, smelled like old milk and sweat, now I got dunked in a urine filled toilet, got yelled at by a teacher. Seems like another day that ends in 'y' to me.
"Hey, Lincoln, buddy." Clyde said, as he scootched over to sit closer to me. I look at him, still maintaining my respect for him. "What?" I say, with absolutely no emotion.
"Do you wanna come by my house later, and watch some 'Arghh' with my dads? They finally let me watch it, but I have to be with them!" He cheered out, in his whisper.
"Yeah, I guess so." I sighed out, looking the eager best-friend of mine in the eyes, before looking back down on the floor.
"You know, you should really talk to girl Jordan. I hear she's your type, single, and loves Ace Savy!" He broke the silence, wanting to continue to boost my spirits. But why bother? To come home and say, here's my new replacement, I'm moving on from my soulmate.
Instead of lecturing him, I actually lowered my guard. Fool might be on to something. Maybe... Maybe I should give it a shot? After all... What's the worst that can happen, I end up single? Oh wait, I'm already single, and miserable.
"You're right." I manage to whisper out, in a small, emotionless breath of wind, that sought the overjoyed ears of Clyde McBride. He looked as if, he'd jump out of his seat, and begin cheering aloud, but he knew better.
"Anyways, I wouldn't mind spending some time with Haiku again, remember that dance?" he reminisced, thankfully the authoritive ears of Bolhofner didn't reach those words, the words of two sleazy tweens chopping it up.
"Yeah those memories. Man, I wish I could go back to how it was, I remember hitting the arcade with..." I stopped in my place, remembering what happened with Ronnie Ann, and took a cold breath, and decided to get back to work. Luckily, it had already been several hours, and we had reached lunch-time, and I was ready to hop into the cafeteria.
The bell rung, and I darted out to find girl Jordan, luckily I managed to catch her walking to the water fountain to fill up a bottle. "Hey, Jordan!" I called out, approaching the brunette with a beautiful bowtie in her hair.
She turned to face me, but immediately picked up on my smell, and immediately clenched her nose. "Blegh... Lincoln, what the heck man? Did you- have an accident?" she managed to cough out, at the reeking stench billowing from me, which I immediately saw as a bad sign.
That nitwit Clyde... Ugh, I should've waited until I was clean to say anything to her.
"Oh uh, heh. Chandler thought it'd be a practical joke to give me a swirlie this morning." I chuckled, basically to myself as she maintained her look of disgust.
"Right... And you look like you just ran, freaking ten miles to school, that's like... So gross..." She backed away now. "Yeah... My sister Lori kind of just made us all walk to school this morning, it wasn't exactly on my agenda."
She rolled her eyes, and began to walk away from me. "Wait!" I call out, and she seemed hesitant, but stopped. "What?" she said, in a tone of repulse now. "Look I know we've been friends...*she looks at me sternly* well, acquaintances for a while, but I was wondering if we could um... Hang out later?" I stammer out.
She looks at me for a few seconds. "Uh...you and me? I don't know, I think I'd rather get genital herpes, and ran over by a pickup truck, than get near you... I mean come on Lincoln. You smell like Chandler's father, and even he's cooler than you." she laughed out, shaking her head and walking off.
Ouch.
I ball up my fist, but restrain myself. She's not worth it. Instead, I just walk to the lunch room. Zach catches me in the hallway. "Aye now, don't think about walking past your friend without chit-chat!" He smiled, patting me on the back.
I just wanna go home. This stuff... I'm tired of being out of my comfort zone.
"Yeah, sorry about that Zach. Heh, I guess I'm just, all but here." I told him, apologetic. I mean, it wasn't my fault, things are blegh right now.
He understood, seemingly. "Hey now, don't think like that. One time, my cousin Andy got rejected by his soulmate, so the next day, he followed her home, she caught him sniffing panties in her closet, and...well, let's just say I'll see him in a few months, if he behaves."
The hell kind of? Okay then...
I managed to get to the lunchroom, appalled by the recent events, but I'm just gonna be strong, and await the future, even if it kills me.
~Luna's turn. ~
It was now 14 minutes before school ended. I look at Sam with butterflies in my tummy. God, what if she doesn't like me... I'll really just be tainting my friendship with her won't I? Or... Maybe it'll be like Luan said; we could all have a good ol' laugh about it. Heh...
Sully tapped my shoulder. "So. About Mick Swagger? Did you really just... perform a duet with him? I still can't believe my eyes!" this reminisce brought a smile to my face.
"Yeah dude! I can't believe he still remembered me! Even after I once chased him for a lock of his hair." I chuckled, and he laughed along. We had a good time thinking about Mick's concert here, and how me and Chunk impersonated Mick, which backfired badly.
We were soon on topic afterschool, and Sully was talking about taking us somewhere after school, in his new Honda Accord.
"Yeah! We've gotta get some Flippee's dude, like totally." Mazzy called out, before rock-posing and exposing her tongue. I wouldn't mind going for some Flippee's, actually.
"Luna, Sam? You dudes in?" Sully asked. "Totally! I could never pass up a Flippee, even if it's freezing outside." Sam giggled. She looked at me. "Hey Lunes! You're coming with us, right? After that, me and you can definitely spend some time together!" Sam smiled.
"Of course dudes! But uh... I didn't bring my wallet..." I said, trying to excuse myself out. I want some Flippee's, but I'm not exactly on the social spectrum today, but I'd kill for some time with Sam.
"Oh not to worry now! I've got you all covered." Sully cheered out. "I've been saving mad bucks since I got my last gig."
I looked at him and felt I really had no other option but to agree, if I say no they'll think something is wrong, if not confuse Sam if I wanna see her later, but not after school.
"Sure dudes! I could really do for some brain freeze!" I forced a smile. "Hey, that's if you have one to freeze to start!" Sam teased me, and I playfully punched her shoulder. "And, maybe we can head down to Gus' and kick it to this new Guitar Hero system they just hooked up!" Mazzy promoted.
Sam covered her mouth with amazement. "They?! Got a..." She pretended to faint, gently dropping her head onto the desk, but quickly darted back up.
"Yeah! We can start jamming it and chowin' down on sum 'zza." Mazzy grinned, as she started air-guitaring.
Oh man. Gonna be a big night, huh?
Okay, I guess these fanfictions on Loud House aredead. I mean, at the very least, I want maybe 10 people who read this, the reason I haven't been at this novel, is because of my lack of support for this novel, but regardless I'm determined to finish it, and make it my biggest story yet. So... Could I please ask for some support...?