With a flourish Lori Loud pressed down on the left click button with the one non-Cheezy Poof stained finger on her right hand, the sickly green "SAVE" button greyed out on her screen. The web page refreshed and she basked in the glory of the new "auto-play" widget she added to her Rumblr page. The Nightcore rendition of "Ooh Girl" by Boyz Will Be Boyz blasted from the eye-Dog speakers plugged into her laptop, and she bobbed her head along to the song and got up and started dancing- A little jig with her gangly arms pendulously swinging from side-to-side.

"Lori! C-can I play on the laptop now?" Asked a nervous voice behind her, "Mom said I can go on ProtoPets since I finished my homework…"

Lori immediately stopped dancing and jumped into the air, her thick black glasses fell off her face and clattered on the keyboard. With barely contained rage and embarrassment she pirouetted and faced her sister, "LITERALLY USE THE DOWNSTAIRS COMPUTER, LENI! I AM LITERALLY BUSY RIGHT NOW!"

Leni stared down at her light brown Yugg boots and mumbled, "I'm sorry, Lori. I- I just wanna feed my pets real quick and take some screenshots for my Rumblr page…" The quick tick of her head downwards caused her sunglasses to fall on the bridge of her nose.

Lori snorted through her nose, mom and dad blocked Rumblr on the family computer because they are a bunch of jerks, "Pfft," she quickly bent down to pick up her glasses and pushed them up in contempt, "You have a Rumblr page? Literally lol. I bet you have like, what, 10 followers?"

Leni looked up to meet her older sister's eyes and quickly averted her gaze, "N-not that little, only like 500…"

Lori's Eye twitched. 500! She didn't even have 30! How did an airhead like Leni have 500 followers? The eldest sister took a deep breath to calm down, "Ha, that's literally hilarious…" Surely she's just lying to impress her-

"I know it's not a whole lot… but I only made my account three days ago…" Leni shyly admitted, her face broke out in a smile, "But, like, one day I'll totes be as popular as you, Lori! An- and when I do you won't be as embarrassed of me, and stuff!"

Leni wasn't joking. Lori let loose an indignant scream that shook the foundation of 1216 Franklin Avenue. Leni whimpered and looked down again at her boots.

The bedroom door burst open and two diminutive tyrants entered and immediately ran up to their eldest sister.

"Hey! Nooooo fighting!" Announced a little boy with white hair, "We gotta play nice today! Mom said so!"

A flurry of weak fists tapped Lori's baggy khaki shorts, "Be! Nice! To! Leni!" A ponytailed little twerp in red yelled, each word punctuated with a fist, "If I gotta play nice today that means you do too!"

With a groan Lori picked up the two kids by the collars of their shirts and threw them on Leni's bed, "I am literally not in the mood right now!" With a scream she shook in rage and approached the two children with arms raised, the duo held each other tight and shook in fear. She immediately started tickling the two tots and spat out, "DIE! DIE! DIE!" Through gritted teeth.

The duo's laughed and giggled as Lori worked away her indignation and rage that finally quelled. The two of them started chanting, "Again! Again!", as they jumped on the bed. Lori slumped down on the floor, the 14 year old teen now exhausted. Instead of feeling angry at Leni's follower count she just felt depressed.

"Fine, Leni. You can use my lapt-" Lori shifted her head from her facedown position to see Leni cross-legged with the already laptop on her lap using a make-up wipe to clean the orange dust off the keyboard, she sighed back into the floor, "Or you can literally help yourself, I guess…"

"Your Rumblr is LiterallyLori right?" Leni chirped, "I'll follow you, I'm FashionistaSista, you can follow me back too- if you wanna, that is. Or you can wait till I get more popular so you won't look as lame and stuff…"

"Thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-" Lori deadpanned into the floor, she took a quick breath before continuing, "aaaaaaaaaanks, Leni. I'll-" The eldest sister sighed and sat up, "I'll follow you back when you're done with the laptop, do not install anything weird."

"I'm not a kid anymore, Lori..." Leni wined, she stood up and her seafoam dress rippled as she closed the laptop in indignation, "I'm a teen now, like you! I- I promise to be totes careful… maybe I'll ask for a laptop this Christmas and I'll get one if I'm good and then I can stop bothering you…"

"Who cares if you're good?" Scoffed Lynn as she stomped her grubby tennis shoes on Leni's bed, "Mom and Dad still have to get us presents or see-pee-ess will throw them in jail! Margot told me that at recess today!" Lynn was showing off that she had friends now.

"What! No way!" Screeched Lincoln as he slammed a pillow into Lynn's face, "So I've been bein' a good boy for nothing?"

Lori jumped up from her crumpled position on the floor and grabbed Lincoln by his pits, "So you literally think that barging into my room and causing a ruckus is being a good boy!?"

Lincoln squirmed and kicked his feet as he was held up into the air, he ceased his struggling and meekly mumbled, "I guess not… Sorry, Lori…"

Lynn leaped up from the bed with a snarl with the intention to tackle Lori into the ground, "WHO CARES IF WE ARE GOOOOD!" She ended up just latching onto her eldest sister and spoke into her light blue t-shirt, "Man, it's unfair that you're big and tall now…"

Lori roared. So what if she was a little tall for her age? It's hormones, she just had them kick in a little bit earlier than everyone else. And now everyone at high school calls her Lighthouse Lori behind her back because of her greasy forehead and how tall she is. Apparently she isn't allowed to be safe from name-calling in her own room. The duo immediately froze in fear as Lori stomped over to the door and coldly spoke, "Out. Now."

The two tykes unlatched from her and scampered off down the hallway blowing raspberries as they went. With a sigh Lori turned around and bumped into Leni on her way out, "Wait…" Lori sighed, "Not you, Leni. It's literally your room too."

Leni stood still, "I- I just don't wanna bother you, Lori… I know how annoying I get when I play ProtoPets…"

Lori sighed. Leni does have a tendency to get on her nerves whenever she signs into ProtoPets. She gets way too into the flashgames and moves around and shouts, she talks to her pets like they are real and not virtual, and every time she gets a special random event she runs around the room and screeches. Very freakin' annoying, but Leni can't help but be herself. Lori grimaced as Leni sniffled and wiped her face, a bead of snot connected her wrist to her nose. She was crying a little, but her eldest sister couldn't see her eyes because of the sunglasses.

Lori walked up to her and gave her a hug. Leni is annoying and can't help it, and Lori is mean and can't help it either. "Thanks, Leni." Lori gave her a small pat on the back and Leni immediately perked up a bit, "You can use the laptop until dinner, have fun…" Lori tried her hardest to smile, but couldn't find it in herself. Instead the blonde floated over to her bed and collapsed facedown into her pillow.

Leni nodded at her elder sister and left the room, quietly closing the door behind her. The room was empty, but the outside noises of the almost-full house echoed into the room underneath the door and through the vents.

"I HATE IT HERE!" She screamed, the lie muffled by the pillow she was screaming into. She sat up from the bed and starred at the ceiling, "Literally nobody understands me…"

"Ooh giirrl, Ooh giirrl" purred the ringtone of her phone. Lori immediately perked up and answered it.

"Haaaay, girl! What's up?" Lori asked. It was Carol. She didn't have to look at the screen to figure that out.

"Hey… I'm here at your front door!" Carol announced a bit quietly.

Lori quickly scrambled to the vanity mirror and wiped yellow Cheezy Poof dust from her face and hands and arms and shirt and pants. "Oh, swag. Just walk in, I'm in my room."

"Uh… I- I don't wanna be rude or anything… Can you let me in?" Carol asked.

Lori groaned and stomped over to open the window and yelled at a waving Carol who stood on the sidewalk, "JUST WALK IN!"

"P-please?" Carol pleaded, Lori saw her tug on purple skirt anxiously, "Y-you know how I am about manners and stuff…"

Lori groaned and threw herself on her bed, "Just ring the doorbell and someone will answer it"

"C- come on, Lori… plea-" Lori rolled her eyes and hung up on her best friend and rolled to the side and groaned. She thought she was doing Carol a favor by getting her out of her shell. After a good 30 seconds the doorbell rang and all noise in the house stopped.

Lori Loud and Carol Pringley have been best "friends" ever since pre-school. It all started when Carol showed up with mega-cool awesome braids and Lori demanded Carol to teach her how to braid hair too. Lori didn't really learn how to do braids, she ended up making Carol cry from tugging on her hair too much. But after the apology Lori and Carol became inseparable. To Lori's chagrin. Carol has been one-upping her for the last decade. She's prettier, smarter, smells better, has less acne, and doesn't even need to have braces because her teeth were born perfect too.

She hate-scrolled down PerfectlyPrickly on her phone. Her eyes glazed over as the newest addition to her blog, a collection of gifs of jellyfish from the GLC aquarium edited to a shifting gradient of blue and purple, boasted a good 200k notes. She threw her phone down and groaned into her pillow.

A couple minutes passed and Lori groaned again and looked up only to be met with the horrifying visage of a little girl with black hair slowly crawling towards her on the bed. The blonde screamed in fright as she kicked at the specter with her feet, only for the ghostly little girl to dodge every kick. After about 4 or so kicks she realized this was her little sister.

Lucy scrambled up to Lori's ear and whispered, "We need help… There is someone at the door…"

Lori groaned, "Then literally just answer it!"

A voice squealed in fear from the crack in the door, "What if-" The voice died off when it realized how loud it was being and quietly opened the door to step forward to reveal a young girl with long hair in a purple shirt and skirt, "What if it is a… serial killer or somethin'?"

Lori got up and rolled her eyes and pointed at the door, "It's just Carol. Open. The. Door."

Lucy quickly scrambled to her feet on the bed and whispered again into her elder sisters ear, "What if Carol is a serial killer?"

"Carol is not a serial killer. I literally don't even think she's allowed to use knives at her house." Lori rolled her eyes and stomped out the room. As she made her way to the door a gaggle of her younger siblings quietly assembled behind her.

"Carol isn't a serial killer," Luna purred as she pet a shaking Lucy, "She's nice and not mean at all!"

Lori rolled her eyes and opened the door in a huff.

Carol jumped back in fright and nervously chuckled, "H-Hey, Lori!" She held up her backpack and a sleeping bag, "I'm ready for our first sleep-over as high schoolers!"

"Hooray…" Lori sarcastically cheered, the menagerie of siblings behind echoed her cheers with more enthusiasm.

It was going to be a long night.

Okay, so in this fic Lori is having a sleepover with her bestest friend in the whole wide-world, Carol Pringrey. It's just going to be one night. I thought it would be fun to write a fic that wasn't absolutely insane with a cohesive narrative that makes sense and isn't written for the express purpose of just goofin' around. And I thought it would be fun to write something with awkward aged Lori. And write something with a beginning, middle, and end- instead of doing the opposite of that. As always- thanks for checking this one out. I'll try to keep this one updated, if you guys have any fics you'd like to see in particular let me know. As you can probably tell: I have absolutely no idea what people would actually like to read.