Author's note

I just want to say that I'm not familiar with guitar terms or how one is played so I want to address this and apologize for my lack of knowledge. I did a little research if it means anything though not enough. Still I hope you all enjoy.

"Here we are, mijo. Are you going to be ok staying here for the day?" asked Mrs. Moreno.

Andy turned to his mom, not a single worry on his face. "Yeah I'll be good. I'm just gonna hang with Luna today."

The older woman didn't doubt her son but still didn't like not having him around for a whole day. "Well if you insist. But I'll be disappointed that no one will hear my wonderful singing." she said teasingly.

"I'm sure you are." the boy snarked, not amused by his mothers bad sense of humor.

"Ok well I'll pick you up before dinner," she replied. "Have fun baby."

Andy nodded and got out of the car. He stepped on the sidewalk and looked at white two floored house. The first black roof had a boomerang and a Frisbee on it and the front yard was filled with various toys and bikes. The youth was standing in front of Luna's home, the Loud house. He turned and gave his mother a wave and headed towards the porch. A week ago Andy asked Luna to teach him how to play the guitar. To say she agreed was an understatement. However they both had a busy week coming and decided to wait until next Saturday to commence the boy's practice. When he reached the door Andy knocked on the door, since Luna told him the doorbell didn't work.

"Who is it?" asked the voice of a girl who sounded a bit eager to answer the door.

"Uh...my name is Andy. I'm a friend of Luna." the boy said.

"'My name is Andy I'm a friend of Luna' who?" asked the voice again.

Luna told the boy about her sisters and their quirks. At first he was a bit skeptical about Luna's description of her siblings but had a funny feeling that she wasn't exaggerating. He knew about the funny one but couldn't remember who that name was.

Before he said any more he heard another voice yelling "Luan stop goofing around and open the door!"

The door opened up and Andy was face to face with the brown haired girl with braces that he saw the first day of school. So she's Luna's sister too. Andy thought.

Luan looked at the youth and said "You might want to work on your jokes pal. Be a little open minded!" to which she laughed at her joke.

"Oh….um...Ok." the young man said, not knowing what to do around the comedian.

"Luan leave the guy alone. You're literally going to make him leave when he just got here."

Andy glanced and saw the big haired blonde sitting on the couch texting on her phone. She had a bored expression on her face and didn't face the boy until he closed the door behind him. When she did look at him the youth flinched a little. She had a serious look on her face and Andy did not want to anger her in anyway.

"Andy right?" she asked to which the boy nodded. "Luna's upstairs in her room. Luan take him to her. And don't annoy him." she finished, going back to looking at her phone.

Just as he walked towards the stairs after Luan, Andy bumped into someone who came from the dining room on his right. He heard a feminine voice say "ow" and turned to see the blonde with sunglasses had ran into him.

"Oh! S-sorry!" he exclaimed, concerned that he accidentally hurt the girl.

The blonde with the sunglasses was rubbing her nose when she looked at Andy, "Oh hi! I didn't see you there. I was looking at the floor it helps me walk." she said very cheerfully, forgetting that she bumped into the boy. Then a confused look appeared on her face, "Wait who are you? Do you live here?"

"Uh…no I'm here to hang with Luna." Andy said. Extending his right hand he introduced himself, "I'm Andy by the way."

"Hi Randy!" said the girl extending her left hand "I'm Leni."

The boy looked at Luan expecting her to help him out but the jokester just gave him a shrug. "Don't mind her she's like that a lot." Luan said. "Now I'll show you to Luna, step right up!"

With out any hesitation, the young man followed the comedian up the stairs. Oh I get it. Step up, stairs. Probably too late to say anything Andy thought. When they reached the top of the staircase the boy looked around the second floor. It was just a hallway with seven doors. He suspected most of them were the rooms of the loud kids. In one of them, the door in the far right he heard what sounded like an argument brewing.

"LANAAA!" screamed a shrilled voice, "Keep your pets away from my stuffed animals! They're gonna get all dirty with mud slobber!"

"They want a comfy place to sleep, Lola! Stop being such a jerk to my babies!" yelled another voice.

At this point Andy thought it would be best just to shut up and follow Luan to the room Luna's room. If he didn't believe Luna before he certainly was a believer now. The two walked to the door on the far left of the staircase. Despite witnessing the other Louds, Andy was eager to be with Luna.

Luan knocked on the door. "Luna your friend is here."

There was a sound of things being moved around before the rocker responded. "In a minute!" There as a bit more noise before the door was opened. "Hey Andy sorry to make you wait. I wasn't expecting you to be here so soon."

"Its alright Luna." the boy responded "Were you busy right now?"

"Yeah man I was trying to move some of my amps to the garage so we'd have more room."

"I'll help you out then. Its the least I can do." Andy said.

"Well I'll leave you two alone. Don't cause any treble!" joked Luan who laughed and asked the two if they get it.

After moving the amps to the garage Luna brought out two stools for her and Andy to sit in while she teaches him. Once the boy got situated the purple rocker handed him a green guitar.

"I hope you don't mind using this one. Its a bit old and has some cobwebs on it but I thought it'd be a good start." the young woman told Andy.

The black haired boy grabbed the guitar and held it in his hands. There was a mix of feelings swirling within him. He was excited and nervous, confident yet doubtful, but there was something else he felt. As odd as it is the boy felt drawn to this guitar. He's seen plenty being around Luna and his other rocker friends but this one was special for some reason. Andy was brought back to reality when he heard Luna call his name.

"I'm okay with using this." Andy replied, beaming happily.

The Loud girl smiled back. "Cool brah. Let me teach you strings and then we'll get on the chords."

It took a while to memorize the strings but eventually the young man got them down. The chords were a bit more difficult. For ten minutes Andy kept messing up the chords by either plucking the wrong string or not having his fretting hand moving in the right place. Luna, despite trying her best to be helpful, was not making matters easier.

"No no no. You press your finger on the bottom E." she said trying to remain calm but slowly getting annoyed.

"Sorry." the boy murmured, feeling embarrassed and frustrated by his incompetence. After a couple more screw ups, he let out a big sigh and stopped strumming the guitar. "I need to use the bathroom." he said sounding demoralized.

"Oh…. Okay. I guess we should take a bit of a break." the purple rocker said. "Do you need me to show you were it's at?

The boy just shook his head and walked out the side door of the garage. As soon as he closed the side door, the side of his head got hit by a Frisbee. He rubbed his head and picked up the Frisbee wondering who threw it.

"Hey you mind tossing that back to me?"

Andy looked and saw a brown haired ponytail girl wearing a red and white jersey. He realized that he encountered yet another Loud. The boy complied and tossed the Frisbee back to her. Except it curved to the right before it came near the girl. He didn't look at her but he knew she had an expression that screamed 'wow this guy sucks'.

"Not gonna lie that was a terrible toss." she bluntly said. "You don't play that much sports do you?"

Andy stayed silent. He didn't know what to do with this Loud. He just walked to the back door of the house.

"Whatever man. I got better things to do." the sporty girl said going to grab the Frisbee.

The young man made his way through the kitchen, passing Luan feeding her infant sister. He glanced at the baby and gave her a wave and smile. The baby returned the smile and wave when he went out the kitchen. Well there's at least one Loud I can handle...I think. Andy went up to the second floor and made his way to the bathroom. He didn't really need to use the toilet or anything he just wanted to just cool down and collect himself. When he stepped out of the bathroom he was met face to face with yet another Loud.

"Ah greetings. You seem to be a guest at our humble abode." said a little brown haired girl who wore glasses. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Lisa Loud."

Surprised by how mature the little girl is acting, the black haired boy began to talk "H-hi Lisa. I'm-"

"Andreas Moreno or more preferably Andy. Yes I know who you are" she said frankly.

"How-"

"The high school computer system's aren't that well guarded. I would say a child could hack into their system but, aside from myself, there aren't any who can do so." Lisa said.

Andy was astonished by this child knowing about him. "How-"

"I'm four years of age although its little relevance to me" the spectacles wearing girl said.

"Ok." said the boy. "Well I'm gonna...go. Nice...meeting you?"

After excusing himself, the boy swiftly made his way down the stairs and through the back door. He looked around to see if the athlete was anywhere near but didn't see her. I better get to the garage before she sees me. Bad enough that I'm struggling with the guitar last thing I want is to be criticized for not being good at sports. However despite wanting to avoid the sporty Loud the boy was more concerned about being around Luna. He was afraid that she'd think he was a loser for not being able to do simple chords correctly but he had to keep going.

It was one o'clock when Andy checked his phone. It has been almost one and a half hour since he last went out of the garage. There was a bit of an improvement but he was still making some mistakes. While he tried not to focus on it the young man couldn't help but take a few peeks at Luna face during the last few screw ups. She wore an exhausted look on her face and it kept getting more weary. Andy felt incredibly guilty about not doing it well.

He suddenly stopped playing and looked at purple rocker "Can we take a break?"

"Hmm not yet." she answered with a jaded tone.

The boy didn't want to protest so he kept on practicing. As he kept going his errors were increasing. Soon he was making a mistake one after another. He was getting really frustrated by this and eventually he stopped.

"This isn't working." he said. "I'm not getting anywhere at all."

Luna was taken aback by the boy's comment. "What?"

"I'm gonna call it a day." he replied sounding defeated.

"No!" the girl exclaimed but then checked herself. "Don't say that dude. You were doing good." she said putting on her best smile ever.

"You kidding me? I'm screwing everything up and this is the basics!" the youth said angrily.

"Its okay Andy really! Don't beat yourself up."

The boy didn't respond at first but eventually opened his mouth. "I know you were frustrated too Luna. I did some real amateur hour stuff and it pissed you off." the girl tried to interject but Andy kept going "I could see it in your face. You were cringing at my mistakes and..." he trailed off.

It was quiet for a while. Neither teen had anything to say at the moment. Luna wanted to deny what her friend said but couldn't because what he said was true. She was passionate about music and whenever there was a mistake it annoyed her to no end. However she felt at fault for not being less judgmental. After a couple minutes of silence she eventually broke it.

"I'm...gonna go get something to drink. You want something?" she asked putting on a fake smile.

"Yeah." he responded avoiding eye contact with the girl.

The purple rocker walked out of the garage through the side door and made her way to the house's back door. When she entered she saw a white haired boy sitting down and eating a peanut butter and sauerkraut sandwich. While she would be disgusted her disgust was overshadowed by the guilt she had. The boy noticed that she was down and became curious.

"Is everything ok Luna?" he asked.

She sighed, "Not really bro." she answered but not giving any further detail.

"So...what's wrong?"

Luna didn't want to say any more but knew the boy would press on so she told him what was going on. "I'm trying to teach my friend how to play a guitar but when he messes up it….bugs me. I know its not his fault and he's trying his best but now he wants to give up. Its just that I was so excited to have someone to teach but somehow I ended up being a bogus teacher and friend..."

"Luna that's not true." said the boy. "You think you're not a good friend but the fact that you're worrying about this tells me that you are. Heck me and Clyde get into fights too but we feel terrible about doing so and we make up. Though I will admit you do..." the kid was hesitant to continue on but had to since he came this far "become a bit intense with music."

"Gee thanks" the rocker said with a depreciated tone.

The child noticed that he twisted the knife by saying that and quickly thought about how to change the tone. Then he remembered something. "Hey you remember when we formed a family band for the Family Fun Fair right?" he asked to which the girl nodded. "You told us that what mattered was to have fun."

"Yeah but I got obsessed with being the best when I heard Mick Swagger was looking for talent. And then I kicked Dad out the group and you guys kicked me out."

"But you knew you messed up and apologized! In the end we all had fun together as a family." The boy said. "This situation with your friend isn't so different. You just gotta have fun."

The purple rocker thought about what the little boy said. "You're right little bro." with a sense of confidence and determination, Luna got the sodas and began reaching to the door but stopped and turned back to her brother. "Thanks Lincoln. You're the best."

Lincoln smiled. "No problem Lunes. I know everything will turn out well."

Andy sat in the garage thinking about what to do. If he stayed he risked being more irritated and might actually get into a fight with Luna. On the other hand if he called his mother to pick him up she would know something went wrong and question him about it. Either way neither option seemed ideal to him. Just then Luna came back with sodas in her hand and gave one to the boy.

"Thanks." he mumbled.

The atmosphere was still tense after the Loud returned. Once again they both sat in silence. But the young woman had something to say to Andy. It was of the utmost importance.

"Andy" she began with a gentle voice. "About this whole situation. I'm sorry for how I acted. Truth is I really want to teach you how to jam with a guitar. I was overjoyed about it but I became so focused on making you better that I didn't consider the most important thing."

The boy looked up at her, curious about what was important. "Whats that?"

She smiled gently "To have fun. I'm very passionate about music which is a blessing and a curse. I know I cringed a lot at your mistakes but that was my bad. I promise you I will do my best to be a good teacher to you."

Andy, after hearing all that, felt a bit at ease and looked to his friend. "I'm at fault too you know. I shouldn't been a downer and brought up your expressions. Not only that I forgot something important too. At Melody Shop, Ruth told me about how she struggled with learning her first instrument and how she overcame the problems she faced. Instead of worrying about my mistakes I should focus on being better. At playing and at being your friend." he said with a warm smile.

"We both got something to work on." the purple rocker said. "Lets do it together what do you say?"

"Only if we keep this lesson going." answered the young man smiling.

Agreeing to his request and her joy, Luna restarted the lesson and Andy began strumming the green guitar. Despite it nearly coming to a sour end, the day continued on with duo both in high spirits.