Hello all and welcome to another "The Loud House" fan fiction. I hope you enjoy it and feel compelled to continue reading as the story continues.
*The Loud House is owned by Nickelodeon.
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* I do not claim ownership of any of them.
Warning: Please make sure to read the warnings on the first page so as to not be disappointed.
Chapter 2: So It Continues
"Fuck." Lincoln swore.
"You're the epitome of class, Lincoln." Lori said looking down at her phone.
"W-what are you doing here? I haven't seen you in ages." Lincoln was worried. The two of them dropping by unannounced like this was a bad omen.
Lori suddenly stopped doing whatever it was she was doing on her phone and turned her attention back to Lincoln. "We're playing tag." She used her free hand to shove a duffel bag into his arms. "Tag, you're it." Lori told him as he let out a winded 'oomph' at the sudden weight in his arms. "Now Loan, are you sure you have everything you need?" The bespectacled woman asked turning to the girl.
"I think so, yeah." Loan replied nervously twiddling her thumbs.
Lori gave her daughter's cheek a reassuring pat. "Good, the delivery truck should be here with the rest of your things on Monday. I'll call you as soon as I land, OK?"
"W-wait, what's going on?" Lincoln stammered as he unceremoniously dropped the duffel bag on the floor. "What are you doing here? What's Loan doing here?" He asked looking from his sister to the younger blonde standing next to her.
"Lincoln, you're her father, it's time you start acting like it." Lori said reaching into her purse and taking out a Ziploc bag full of medication. "Here. Loan has the prescription saved on her phone. She'll forward them to you once you give her your number." She said once more shoving a bag into his grip.
Lincoln gave a quick nod as he looked down at the bag. All those years taking orders from Lori still ingrained in him. "OK, so she has the instructions. That's good so- hey, wait a minute! You still haven't told me what's going on." He yelled looking back up at her.
She rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Loan, hunny, go put your stuff in the spare bedroom." She smiled lovingly at her daughter.
Loan for her part simply nodded and slinked past her father.
"Now, you..." Lori said with as much fire and brimstone in her voice as she could muster. "…outside." She ordered grabbing hold of his shirt collar and tugging him out into the corridor. "Loan, daddy and I are just going to have a quick word outside. We'll be back in a minute." Lori shouted as she closed the front door. "Look. For twenty-one years I've never asked your no-good ass for anything, but I need to go to Japan for the next few months to help oversee a merger, and as much as I wish I could, I can't take Loan with me. So now little brother it's your turn to take responsibility."
"I'm happy it's going so well for you Lori, but why me? Why not mom? Or anyone else?" Lincoln asked looking at the closed.
"Damn it, Lincoln. You're her father, start acting like it! You haven't seen her since she was twelve. Don't you want to have some sort of relationship with her?" Lori hissed.
"I do, I just… you're the one who… I…" Lincoln tried and failed to articulate his concerns.
Lori looked down at her watch. "I don't have time for this, I'm already late." She cut him off and opened the front door. "Loan, mommy's off to the airport. Love you lots. Talk soon." She shouted into the apartment and was met with an 'OK, mom. Love you too.' before closing the door again. "Make this right, Lincoln." Lori said pointing at his face. "We'll talk once I've settled in." Was the last thing she said before heading downstairs to catch her ride.
"Fuck." He said once he was sure she was gone. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He continued talking as he rested his forehead against the door.
AHHHHH! Loan screamed.
'What now?'
That's Chapter 2 done and dusted.
I'm just going to state this preemptively. This will not be another "Lincoln is a bad father" fan fiction. Life is more complicated than that.
Till next time, take care and stay safe.
