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Chapter Five: New Neighbors

Ha, this was nice. Having peaceand quiet so I can sit back, relax, and read a good book. So calm and peaceful.

Yeah, I don't like it either. "Quiet" and "Loud House" don't exactly go together. Something was wrong.

Placing in my bookmark, I set my book down on my nightstand and made my way outside. Hearing my siblings voices from downstairs, I looked and saw them all looking out the window.

"What are you guys looking at?" I asked as I walked down the stairs. Them quietly staring was the only reason as to why they could hear my quiet voice.

"Oh hey Lena," Lincoln greeted, "There are new neighbors moving in across the street."

"Really?" That was kind of a surprise. That house has been empty for a while, I'm a little surprised that anyone is moving there. "But, that doesn't explain why you guys are all crowded around the window and staring at them. Kinda creepily I might add."

"We're debating on whether or not to go over and say hi. Leni, Luna, Luan, Lana, Lily, and I think that we should go say hello. Lori, Lynn, Lucy, Lola, and Lisa don't think so."

"Well, we have no idea what kind of people live there now," Lori pointed out.

"Lori's right, they could be all sweaty and disgusting for all we know," Lola commented, shivering a little bit.

"Oh, let's go!" Her twin cheered enthusiastically. Just then, there was a knock at the door.

We heard our mother's voice, "Can one of you get that?!"

"I got it mom!" Reaching for the handle, I opened the door and saw two adults standing there. They were both African-American, the woman having long black hair and the man having short black hair. Each of them had quite a few grey strands in their hair. They both wore blue pants, the woman wearing a red shirt and the man wearing an orange one. The woman wore a small hat and the man had glasses on.

The woman smiled and crouched down to my level, albeit with a little difficultly, "Hello sweetheart. Are your parents home?"

"Yes, one minute please. Mom! Dad! It's for you guys!" I stepped away as my parents came out of the kitchen.

Mom smiled warmly at them, "Hello, may we help you?"

"Oh yes. My name is Rebecca Benson and this is my husband Victor. We just moved in across the street and just wanted to stop by and say hello."

"Oh well, hello. My name is Rita Loud and this is my husband Lynn. And these," she motioned to us, "Are our children."

"Very lovely to meet all of you," I like Mrs. Benson. She seems nice.

"You know," Mr. Benson said, "We actually have grandkids around all of your ages."

"Oh, you don't say. How about our kids go say hi to yours and the four of us could talk?" Dad suggested. I could see my siblings that didn't want to go over didn't seem to like that idea very much.

"Well," Mrs. Benson thought for a minute, "If none of you have a problem with it, neither do we."

"Yeah, I'm sure none of us have a problem with that," Lincoln smirked arrogantly at some of our sisters, who glared daggers back at him. With that, the twelve of us left the house to go say hi to Mr. and Mrs. Benson's grandchildren.

"I told you Bailey, I'm fine."

"Still, I just wish you'd be more careful." We saw two kids standing on the lawn of the house.

The first was a small boy, probably around my age. He wore an orange hoodie with blue shorts and had black hair that looked pretty neat.

The second was a girl that looked around Lincoln's and was currently dusting the little boy off. She had shoulder-length black hair with blue highlights and wore a pink hat. She also wore a purple shirt and blue pants.

None of us were certain as to how to apprpach them. "Hey!" Leni sure fixed that problem.

The two kids looked over to us. "Oh, hello," the girl seemed to step slightly in front of the boy.

Lincoln decided to take the reigns, "We're the Loud family and we live right across the street, we just came by to welcome you to the neighborhood. I'm Lincoln, and this is Lori, Leni, Luna, Luan, Lynn, Lucy, Lana, Lola, Lena, Lisa, and Lily."

"Hello, um Louds. I'm Bailey Benson, and this is my little brother Benjamen. We call him Ben."

"We?"

Bailey turned to Lynn, "Yeah, the two of us have ten other brothers."

Huh, they're kinda like us just opposite genders, I thought.

"Bailey!" We turned around to the sound of the voice and saw a teen stepping out from the back of the truck, carrying a nightstand. He wore a black sleeveless shirt (showing that he was NOT out of shape) and jean shorts. He had black hair that reached to the bottom of his neck and a hat just like Bailey's, only this one was red and he wore it backwards. "There's still some stuff of yours in the truck."

"Okay, thanks. Brock, these are the Louds. They live across the street from us. Louds, this is mine and Ben's oldest brother Brock."

He waved at us with his free hand, "Hey."

"Hey."

Bailey walked into the truck and came back with a drawer filled with stuff, "Do you guys wanna come in and hang out?"

Lori look to all of us, "Anyone got a problem with that?" At our head shaking, she smiled, "Well, let's go."

Suddenly, a boy smaller than Ben (I'd say around Lisa's age)came racing out of the house and slammed the door behind him. He had black hair that seemed to spike out in all directions and was breathing rather heavily. He wore a red shirt with gray shorts and had a wide look in his eyes.

Brock stepped foward, "Brandon? What's wrong?"

"The twins," was all he said, but the others seemed to know what he meant based on their facial expressions. Bailey and Ben's was one of exhaustion while Brock's was irritation.

"Again?!" At Brandon's nodding, Brock sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "We've been here not even a day and this is the third time they've done this." Shaking his head, he walked into the house and the rest of us weren't far behind.

The inside of their house looked similar to ours, though there wasn't much in there actually. Mainly a red couch and two blue chairs. Hearing a commotion, we saw two boys fighting and coming from the kitchen.

The first boy was wearing a blue shirt and shorts and had messy hair. He looked the younger of the two.

The second boy had on an orange shirt and shorts and had equally as messy hair.

Luan asked what we were all thinking, "What's going on with them?"

"The one in blue is Barry and the one in orange is Bruce. The two of them can't go a day without fighting. Or, at the bare minimum, scream at eqch other," Brock explained.

Luna scratched her hair, "Uh dude, shouldn't you stop them?"

"I have a better idea," he put his fingers to his mouth and whistled, "BRAD!" Another teenage boy came running from upstairs. He wore a gray hoodie, blue pants, black fingerless gloves, a gold chain around his neck, and had a mowhawk.

"What's up?" Brad then looked to us or, more specifically, to Leni, "Well, hello there beautiful. I don't believe I've had the pleasure, name's Brad. Brad Benson, it's lovely to meet you."

"It's, like, nice to meet you too," Leni shook his hand and...was her face red?

"Hey!" Brock snapped his fingers in front of Brad's face, "Focus!"

"Hey, when a pretty girl is in the house, i think I have a right to say," Leni's face got redder.

"Whatever. I need you to deal with them," he pointed to Barry and Bruce.

"How so?"

"They start school on Monday. I'm fine as long as you don't leave any marks."

Brad thought for a moment, "I can work with that." He walked right up to the two fighting twins, "Hey boys." Barry and Bruce stopped, looked up, and visibly paled at the look on their brother's face.

They shared a look before speaking at the same time, "Uh-Oh." They tried to run away, but Brad grabbed them and lifted them both as if they weighed nothing.

Brad looked back at us, "Excuse us new neighbors, we'll be right back."

"You can't do this!" (Bruce)

"We know our rights!" (Barry)

With that all three of them dissapeared upstairs. "Are they gonna be alright?" This time, it was Lana who broke the silence.

"Yeah, they'll be fine," Brock waved off, "I told them earlier that they would have to deal with Brad if they kept it up and they didn't wanna listen. Really, it's their own FAUUUUUUULLLLLLTTTTT!" Suddenly, Brock slipped on something and fell to his back, "What the heck?" Looking up, he saw a black skateboard with flames and a skull on it, "Oh, for the love of-BOOMER!"

Racing down the stairs, was a boy who looked to be around Lynn's age. He wore a white jersey with the number "1" on it and white shorts. He had on a red headband and his hair was spiked upwards. "What's up Brock?"

Looking annoyed, Brock stood up with the skateboard in his hand, "Why was this just lying around?"

"Oh, THAT'S were I put it."

"Yeah and, the next time it's just left out, I'm gonna put it in the fireplace." Boomer gasped and snatched the skateboard from Brock's hands. The two brothers just stood there glaring at each other.

"You're a monster," Boomer whispered before racing to the stairs. He stopped and looked back at us, "Hey," before running up the stairs.

"I heard yelling, is everyone still alive?" We heard a voice from the kitchen and a boy stepped. His hair seemed a little more natural (albeit slightly messy) hair. He had on a purple shirt, brown shorts, and wore a magician's hat.

In his arms was a baby that couldn't have been any older than Lily. He was only wearing a diaper and had a tuff of black hair on the top of his head.

"Yeah, everyone's still alive," Bailey rolled her eyes, "Louds, these are my brothers Bennett and that's Bradley in his arms."

"Hey there Louds," Bennett waved with a bright smile. Bradley just laughed and clapped his hands.

Lola eyed him before stopping at the hat on his head, "You're a magician?"

"Well," he bent down and pulled a quarter from behind her ear, "I dabble." He looked down and noticed that Lily and Bradley were just staring at each other with emotionless eyes, "Ah, I can feel the excitement radiating off of them in waves. It's almost overwhelming," we laughed at his sarcasm. Hearing more footsteps, we looked to see two more boys walking down the stairs.

The first was a teenager that had a streak of red in his black hair. Like Brock, he also wore a sleeveless shirt. His being gray. He had on gray shorts and headphones in his ears.

The other boy was smaller and younger than the first. He had neat black hair and wore glasses. He had on a light green shirt and dark blue shorts.

Bailey stepped up, "This is Bryce-."

"Hey," the smaller boy waved.

"-and Brady." He just waved at us without a word.

"He's not very talkative," Ben whispered to us, then started whistling innocently at Brady's glare. At that moment, Brad came back down the stairs, with Barry and Bruce in his arms. Only the two of them were now glaring and their hair was wet.

Ben pulled on Brock's leg, "Can we get something to eat? I'm getting hungry."

"Oh, I have an idea," Luna spoke up, "Why don't we all go out? We can show you guys around Royal Woods."

Lori decided to be the voice of reason, "Luna, I knowfor a fact that there's no way we're all going to fit in Vanzilla."

"Not a problem," Brock waved off, "We can follow you guys in our van."

"Oh, well alright then." After checking with our parents and their grandparents, the twenty-four of us piled into our own vans. Theirs looked pretty similar to ours, only there's was yellow. So, we were off. Lincoln had suggested that we all go to Burpin' Burgers for lunch and no one disagreed.

"Hey Louds," Boomer called over to us while we were at a red light, "Interested in a little race?"

"Yeah, I literally don't think so," Lori called without taking her eyes off the road.

Boomer rolled his eyes, "Oh come on-."

"Boomer," Bruce called, "Be nice to our neighbors. Don't pick on them if they want to be chickens."

THAT got a reaction out of Lynn and Lola, "WHAT did you just say?!"

"What? I'm helping you guys. If you wanna be scared that you're going to lose to us and don't wanna suffer that humiliation, we TOTALLY understand."

"Oh, it is ON little man," Lynn turned to Lori, "Come on Lori, we can't just let them talk to us like that."

"Argue all you want, I'm not having any part to play in this." Then, we heard the sound of...clucking? Turning, we looked to Barry and Bruce making chicken noises at us. Soon Brad and Bennett joined in. Through the mirror, I could see Lori grinding her teeth. I knew that it was only a matter of time before she snapped. She shot open her eyes with fire in them and glared at the Bensons, "Okay, that's it! You guys wanna go? Bring. It. On."

Brock smirked in her direction, "Let's see what you've got, blondie," he turned to his siblings, "Now guys, I NEVER want you to imitate what I'm about to do."

"That goes double for you guys," Lori called back to us. The second that light turned green, we all held on for dear life as Lori and Brock sped foward. We were there in hardly a minute.

After we all got our food, they have to guve us their largest table to fit us all. Within minutes, we were all just laughing and eating. I'm growing to like the Bensons, they were pretty good (and fun) people.

"GOD, this is so good," Bruce said as he bit into his burger.

"Can you TRY not to chew with your mouth open?" Lola wasn't in a good spot for her given her personality, and given that her spot was right next to Bruce.

"Come on Lola, don't be so uptight. He's just trying to have a little bun," we all groaned at Luan's joke, while the Bensons just looked at us.

Brad chuckled, "You're a special little one, aren't you?"

"That's one way of saying it," Lisa rolled her eyes and muttered as she took a sip from her drink.

"So, how are the schools around here?" Brock asked, probanly his attempt to start a meaningful conversation.

"They suck," Lynn commented before taking a HUGE bite out of her burger.

"Well, I'm sure they're not THAT bad. If my, uh, current thought on the people there is correct," Brad stated, looking at Leni with a smirk. I'm a little unsure how I feel about that.

"Oh, stop looking at her like she's a dang diamond," Brady (surprisingly) said as he threw a chicken nugget at his brother.

"Wow, he can talk," Lori teased.

"Don't push it."

Brad turned to his brother, "And for your information Brady, I'm only complementing her. A young woman like her has a right to now she's beautiful."

"Oh come on," Leni waved off, her face even redder.

"Still, cool it dude."

"Yeah, cool it," ti the shock of us all, Barry opened his drink and splashed the rest of it in Brad's face.

Brad looked glanced down at his little brother, who seemed to be regretting his action, "Two can play at that game." He then dumped his nuggets coated in barbacue sause on Barry's head.

"Knock it off you two," Brock's voice seemed to command authority.

"Oh shut up," he tossed the rest of his burger at Brock, who just dodged it. However, it hit Lola instead. She looked at herself in shick for a moment before her face became one of rage. With a yell, she grabbed as much as she could as chucked it.

There's only one real way to say this clearly, what happened next was a food fight. As simple as that. Mere moments after Lola lost her temper, some of the boys retaliated. So did we, and so on and so forth until we were all involved.

It was complete and utter madness. We had flipped tables over and food was flying everywhere. I still have no idea why I participated, I think that it was one of those "heat of the moment" type deals. As crazy (and stupid) as it was, I won't lie to you guys, it was actually kinda fun. As stupid as I'm sure we looked throwing cheese and tomato at each other, it was actually really fun.

"AHEM!" We all stopped what we were doing when we heard a loud vouce. We turned to see the manager standing there, and he did NOT look happy. Especially with the lettuce and mustard on his face.

The Bensons and us shared a look and did the only thing that came to mind, "THEY DID IT!"

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(3rd person POV)

"Well, it was lovely meeting you two," Rebecca said as she and Victor walked out of the loud house.

"You too," Rita said back, "And please, come back soon."

"While the ladies talk, you and I can go on my boat that I told you about Lynn," Victor offered.

"I might just take you up on that offer." Just then they saw two vans coming down the street, immediately recognizing them as their own. They were about to say hi, until they saw all of the kids step out. They were all covered in food and looked like they did something.

"Hey mom, hey dad."

"Hey papa, hey mama." Before they could ask, Lori and Brock handed them receipts.

Lynn Sr. and Victor looked at them careful until their eyes widened, "WHAT?!"

(Author's Note: Hope you guys enjoyed reading that chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Hope you guys liked my OCs, the Bensons. Basically, their opposotes to the Louds. I didn't want them all to just be opposite genders versions of the Louds, because that wouldn't have been any fun to write. Here are some personality traits for the Benson kids.

-Brock: the serious mature type. Does his best to kerp his siblings out of trouble.

-Brad: one of those "cool guys". Pretty laid back and hardly ever gets angry, unless someone disrespects his family and/or friends.

-Brady: quiet type. Tends to keep to himself, though lightens when it's just his family (like me).

-Bennett: magician in training. People say he isn't actually magic, though he performs tricks that makes one wonder.

-Boomer: athletic kid, though not as extreme as Lynn. Keeps in shape and loves sports, though prefers basketball above all the rest.

-Bailey: her role in her family is very similar to Lincoln's role in his. She's a lady of many skills and tries to bring order in her chaotic family.

-Bryce: he's in the same grade as his sister because he's smart for his age. He can be quite a neat freak, though.

-Bruce: he and his twin brother can really get in trouble when they come together. He does, however, have a fondness for music.

-Barry: he and his twin brither can really get in trouble whenthey come together. He does, however, have a fondness for art.

-Ben: actually has a rather outgoing and positive personality. Although, the rest of his family always want to look out for him.

-Brandon: like his brother Brady, he keeps to himself. But his is more of shyness rather than choosing to be quiet. Tends to stay close to his siblings, but does like to read.

-Bradley: the (obvious) baby of the family. Only knows a hanful of words and loves being with his family.

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