It was a beautiful Thursday afternoon and T.K. was walking home from school with a girl. Her name is Krystal Reyes and she's from Rio De Janeiro. "So, you and your family really participated in the annual Festival? That's awesome, Krystal!" T.K. praised.
Krystal blushed, "Oh, it's nothing really. Besides, it was most stressful to prepare." Krystal had tanned skin, wavy, long black hair, and she a bit on the pudgy side. She's a bit shorter than T.K. She wore a white shoulderless shirt, a long patterned skirt, and white sandals.
"How come?" T.K. pried, walking backwards.
"First, you have to get up early, put on makeup that takes two hours to fix, and work on dance routines that were complex. It was dreadful, and I'm honestly glad we've moved," Krystal ranted.
The two were coming up on the Loud House as Krystal asked her own question. "So T.K., what does it feel like living with such a big family?" Krystal asked.
T.K. looked away, "Well, it was dauntin' at first, even though I known them a year prior; however, they were able to ease me to their way of life and welcome me with open arms. It feels great to know that they care about a brother. Not sayin' that my pops was neglectful, but he was gone most of the time."
"That's sounds wonderful. Now, I have one more question: Are...you doing something...this weekend?" Krystal asked, nervously rubbing her arm.
T.K. was taken aback, "Um, no. Why?"
Krystal began to blush, glowing bright red like a apple, "I was wondering if...you would like to go...to that new pizza place that just opened?"
"Cheesin' Chuck's?" T.K. answered.
Krystal furiously nodded, "Umm hmm!"
"I...I would love to! What time?" T.K. asked.
"At 6:00. Oh, thank you, T.K.," Krystal gushed, hugging T.K.
He froze before finally returning the hug. Krystal released him as she turned and skipped down the street. Sighing happily, T.K. walked up the front yard and hopped to the porch. He used his key to unlock the door. He opened the door to ten grinning faces. "Uh..., what's up, chicas?" T.K. greeted, unsure of the girls' enthusiasm.
"Terrence Mutombo-Loud, were you just speaking to a girl?" Lori asked.
T.K. nodded, "Yeah. What of it?"
"What of it? Dude, she just hugged you! We seen the entire thing, you playboy!" Luna smirked, nugging him repeatedly.
"Alright, alright. You've caught me, but it's nothing too big honestly. Just a little hug, that's all," T.K. assured, walking past the group.
He felt a hand grasped his shoulder. "Whaaaat?! Tee Kee, a girl just hugged you. That's totes is the first step in a relationship. Did she asked you out?" Leni pried.
T.K. was at a lost, "...Yeeeessss?"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
T.K. founded himself in a crushing group hug after flinching from their shrieking, "Ahhhhhhh! What's with the shrieking?! Y'all know that I hate that!"
"T.K., you have a date! That's so BEAUTIFUL!" Lola exclaimed, nuzzling T.K.
T.K. rolled his eyes, "Yes, it's all sunshines and farts. Now, I got homework to do if you don't mind."
T.K. turned and walked to the basement door until Lori stopped him, "As if! Come on, T, let us help you."
"Hmmmmm." T.K. hummed, looking uneasy at the offer.
Lori clasped her hands together, "Please?"
"I don't know..."
"Please?" Lori, Leni, Luna, Luan and Lynn begged, putting on puppy dog eyes.
"Girls, stop."
"Please?" Lucy, Lana, Lola, Lisa, and Lily begged, adding on to the barrage.
"Oh my god."
"He's not budging," Lynn whispered.
"Ladies, drastic times call for drastic measures. Bring out the heavy artillery," Lisa whispered back.
The girls took a deep breath and put on their biggest puppy eyes, and they've added whimpering to the mix, "Hm, hm, hm, hm, hmmmmm."
"Ugh, the whimpering, really? Alright, y'all can help! Just stop that; it's pathetically adorable," T.K. remarked.
"Yes!" The girls cheered, rushing upstairs to prepare.
Lincoln walked up to T.K. as he watched the entire thing unfolded from the couch. "T.K., are you sure that you want the girls help? I know that they're females, but they to be total meddlers."
"What makes you say that?" T.K. challenged, confused from Lincoln's words.
"Long story short, I got a black eye because of their advice. It did work since Ronnie Anne sent me a note later along with a steak. I just saying this: be careful because they tend to get carried away," Lincoln warned.
"Lincoln, nothing's going to crash and burn. Besides, everyone deserves a second chance." T.K. assured.
"I am now starting to regret this second chance," T.K. groaned as he performed a facepalm.
"Dude, at least you're not wearing a dress," Lincoln remarked. He was wearing a blue dress with matching blue pumps. A blond, curly wig sat on top of his head with a purple bow. He wore a pearl necklace, reddish pink hoop earrings, and white hoop bracelets.
Lori giggled, "Sorry, Linc. It was the only thing that fit you."
"Ok, Tee Kee, now the first two steps of a date is to greet her and ask her about her day," Leni instructed.
T.K. looked towards Lincoln, who batted his eyelashes in response.
"Uh, sir, ma'am, whoever you are, please don't do that," T.K. remarked, putting on a disgusted face.
Lincoln put on a exaggerated sad face with a trembling lip.
"Aw, see what you did to Linnie, T.K.? Make her feel better!" Lori demanded.
"Ugh, it is too late to go back to the foster home?" T.K. whispered to himself as he walked up to Lincoln. "Linnie, I'm sorry that I insulted you. Can you forgive me?" T.K. asked.
Lincoln clasped his hands together, "Oh yes, I forgive you, sweetie!"
He grabbed T.K. into a hug and nuzzled him.
"Ugh, Lincoln!"
"Just trying to set the mood, man."
Lori was about to lose it, "Aw, look at you two lovebirds! If this was literally another time, then a pic of this would be totes going online."
"Not helping!" T.K. shouted.
"No, that's great! You're making progress, Tee Kee! Now for step two!" Leni declared.
"There's more?!"
Outside, T.K. and Lincoln were standing alongside, and Lincoln was holding a purse.
"Ok, dude. For step number nineteen, you always have to be prepared for anything positively or negatively. For this excerise, you two are walking home from a fantastic dinner until a robber comes up and steals Linnie's purse." Luna informed.
T.K. nodded, "Cool, something masculine. Who's playing the robber?"
"Lynn," Luna answered, pointing to Lynn. She donned a old school robber mask and smirked.
"Places, everyone, places! You're doing good, T baby. And...ACTION!" Luan called with a megaphone that she had for some odd reason.
T.K. and Lincoln began to walk along the front yard. "So, chica? You enjoyed yourself?"
"Oh yes, oh so very much! That Caesar salad totes hit the spot! Thanks, dear!" Lincoln expressed.
Just as the made up couple were basking in the moment, Lynn ran up and took Lincoln's purse. "Yoink, ha ha sucker!" Lynn snarked, running down the street.
"My purse!" Lincoln cried.
T.K. put his hands on his hips, "Don't worry sweetheart. Your man's on the job!"
The boy took off after Lynn, while Luna looked towards Luan, "Uh, did one of us tell Lynn that this was for pretend?"
"Come to think of it, no; however, this footage is too good to dash away, ha ha," Luan exclaimed as she took off after Lynn and T.K. with her video camera.
Luna looked at Lincoln, who shrugged his shoulders. They too dashed off after Luan.
T.K. chased Lynn throughout the neighborhood, duplicating every single parkour trick she did in order to lose him. They later on came to a street crossing where Lynn crossed without any difficulty. T.K. tried to do the same, but he didn't notice that a car slammed its brakes. It slid in front of him, and he couldn't stop. With no other choice, T.K. crashed into the car, and use the momentum to quickly roll across.
"Ooooooooooooh," Luna and Lincoln groaned, cringing from the impact.
"That's gonna leave a mark," Luan predicted, zooming in on the chase.
"Watch where ya going, ya fool!" The driver yelled, shaking his fist.
Rolling his eyes, T.K. trekked past the crossing, and looked ahead. He founded out that Lynn lost him due to his collision with the car. "Hmmm, she couldn't gone far. I got an idea!" T.K. exclaimed. He ran to a fence, and he hopped to the top of it. He peeked over and found Lynn sneaking down from the left.
Lynn scratched her head, "Huh, I thought T would put up a better chase than that. Oh well, let's head back!"
"Hook, line, and sinker," T.K. thought as he leaped over the fence.
"Ooga booga booga!" T.K. yelled, crashing down on Lynn.
"What the!?" Lynn cried as she was being pounced in surprise
THUD!
T.K. pointed a finger at her, "Ah ha, ya little sneak! Caught ya!"
"Dang it! How'd ya find me?" Lynn questioned, giving the purse back to T.K.
"It's simple really: I waited near the fence, listened to your voice, and pounced ya. Now, let's head back to the house," T.K. stated, walking down the alley.
"Fine, whatever."
T.K. was now in the upstairs hallway with Lincoln, Lana, Lola, Lucy, and Lisa. T.K. and Lincoln were standing in front of Lincoln's door.
"Ok, Tee Kee. For the last step, you now have to say goodbye and goodnight with a kiss," Lola informed.
"Ew, gross!" Lana groaned.
T.K."s eyes widened, "Wait...I HAVE to kiss Lincoln?!"
"Yes. If you don't you will regret it for the rest of your life. The guilt of it will eat you alive like a pack of ravenous wolves," Lucy explained.
"Uggggggggghhhhh, fine!...Oklet'sgo!" T.K. cringed, puckering his lips.
Lincoln puckered his lips, "This is going to be so weird."
The two came closer and closer until...
SMOOCH!
CLICK!
"Ack! Oh god, that was revolting!" T.K. choked, spitting everywhere.
Lincoln wiped his mouth, "Yeah, no doubt. What was that clicking sound?"
Lola takes the photo out of the camera, "Ooohhh, blackmail materi-"
"KIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
POP!
T.K. kicked the camera out of her hands and snatched the photo. "Nobody's gonna see this, capeesh?!" T.K. ordered, ripping the photo.
"Awwwwwwww!"
Finally, it was Saturday and it was 5:30 P.M. The others were waiting on T.K. to get dressed. "You think that we did a good job, Lori? I would hate to think that it would end the same way it did with Landon," Leni pried.
"It's Lincoln, Leni. Last time was literally one major screw up on our ends. Besides, I think that this time we our job well," Lori assured.
Leni grabbed Lori's arm, "Here's hoping."
The sound of the basement door caught Lincoln and the girls' attention. T.K. walked up to them, wearing semi-formal clothing. He wore a white suit jacket, and underneath it was a black v-neck t-shirt. White baggy jeans, and black leather skate shoes finished the relaxed look. He wore his dreadlocks down, and he ditched the headband.
"Whoa," The Loud kids droned.
T.K. shrugged, "Yeah, yeah. Just something that I whipped up. What do y'all think?"
Leni snatched him in a hug, "What do we think? I think that I could just eat you up, you little marshmallow!"
"Ha. Thanks, Leni," T.K. expressed, blushing like a tomato.
"I'll admit, you do look handsome like this, T. You should wear your dreads down more often," Lori informed.
Leni released T.K. "Alright, with that done. I'm gonna be late, bye," T.K. said as he grabbed his skate board and rushed out of the door.
"Bye, Tee Kee!"
"Go get 'er, luv!"
"Good luck on getting her digits!"
The Louds waved off T.K. as he skated to the pizzeria. "...We're gonna follow him are we?" Lincoln asked.
Lori grabbed the keys, "You know it!"
T.K. and Krystal were enjoying themselves on the beautiful night. Pizza, animatronics, and arcade games as far as the eye can see. Krystal was wearing a simple navy dress with white low wedge sandals. "Ah, this is just perfect: one handsome guy, one beautiful girl, and all the pizza that we can eat!" T.K. listed.
Krystal snuggled closer, "My, you are such a charmer, Terrence."
"I do try, baby. Nothing could possibly ruin this night," T.K. tempted.
"Well, well, well. Look at what the cat dragged in: two stupid lovebirds on a stupid date!"
T.K. and Krystal turned their heads to the offending voice. It was Keith Conway, T.K.'s skateboarding rival. They have been feuding ever since T.K. won a local skate competition a month ago. "Keith, what do ya want? More tokens to waste on one of those claw prizes?" T.K. suggested.
Keith rolled his eyes, "Naw, fool. I'm more interested in those mozzarella sticks."
Krystal pulled the basket close to her, "I think those are ours, thank you."
"Shut it, princess!" Keith exclaimed, snatching the basket.
T.K. gave him a shove, "Hey, douche! You better raise off of my girl, and give those back!"
"Bite me, scrub! ...Matter fact, here enjoy!"
Keith dumped the sticks all over T.K.'s head, spilling them onto the floor.
At a nearby table, Lincoln and the girls were witnessing the entire scene. "Oh no, he did not just did that?!" Leni asked.
Lincoln nodded, "He did."
Leni was appalled at Keith's treatment. How dare he ruin T.K.'s date. Unable to stand for this, Leni stands up and begins to walk. "Leni, where are you going?" Lori pried.
"To teach that boy some manners," Leni answered, powerwalking towards Keith.
Keith turned his head, "Aw, is that your sister? Let her be another one on the chopping block."
"Hey, bub! Just who do you think you are to waltz up to my dear little brother in law's date, and just ruin our-"
"Shaddup!" Keith yelled, pushing Leni back with a hard shove.
Surprised at the boy's strength, Leni was sent over a table. Luckily, she was able to save herself by rolling off the table, and onto her knees.
"LENI!" T.K., Lincoln, and the girls exclaimed, rushing to her aid.
Keith rolled his eyes and chuckled, "Baby girl, you actually thought that put down speech type bullcrap was gonna work? Get real!"
"Are you ok, 'Ni?" T.K. asked.
To his and everyone's shock, Leni looked up with a smile on her face. "I'll survive, but Tee Kee can I ask you something?" Leni pried
"Anything! What do you need?" T.K. inquried.
Leni tapped a finger on her chin innocently, "Can you, I dunno like, ...RIP HIS HEAD OFF!"
"Seriously? Rip my head off? I like to see...him...try," Keith trailed off as he look at T.K.
The boy in question was slowly taking off his suit jacket and shoes. With that done, he handed them over to Lincoln, and turned to Keith with a dark look. T.K. cracked his knuckles, "With pleasure!"
With a scream, he charged towards Keith, and tackled him across the table. The two battled for dominance as they traded blows. T.K. saw an opening, and batted Keith's fist away. Thrusting his open hand into a fist, he socked Keith in the stomach. Keith fell to the ground. T.K. turned around and grabbed a pizza. He kicked Keith back down, and sat on top of him.
"Don't you ever!" T.K. started, swinging the pizza.
SLAP!
"Push my sister!" T.K. added, swinging the pizza again.
SLAP!
"Like she's a freakin' man!" T.K. finished, swinging the pizza rapidly.
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP!
T.K. tossed the pizza as he lifted Keith up by the hair. "Sooooo, crossface?" T.K. darkly smirked.
"Crossface, crossface, crossface," Lincoln and the girls chanted.
T.K. tripped Keith onto his stomach, and layed on his back by his side. T.K. wrapped his hands around his face, and he wrapped his legs around Keith's forearm. He began to pull back with all of his might as Keith squirmed in pain. "You might as well give up now, bruh," T.K. remarked.
After ten seconds, Keith couldn't take it anymore, and tapped out. With that deed done, T.K. lifted him up to his feet. He gave him a mighty push towards the exit. "Now git outta here!" T.K. roared.
The injured Keith raced out as T.K. looked back at Krystal, who witnessed the entire thing. "Uh, I should just go," T.K. said, walking sadly towards the door.
He felt two arms wrapped around him, "That was the most sweetest thing I have ever seen! You are one of a kind, Terrence!"
T.K. was taken aback, "You're not put off from the violence?"
"Even I normally won't condone violence, it's warms my heart when someone fights for his loved ones," Krystal informed, snuggling into T.K.
"It warms my heart that you're cool with that," T.K. responded.
"Excuse me? It warms MY heart that I going to have to ask you to l-"
The manager didn't get a chance to finish as he was showered with pizzas, sodas, and mozzarella sticks.
"Can't you see that they are literally having a moment?!" Lori exclaimed.
"Yeah, piss off, hob-knocker! Continue, luvs," Luna said.
"As I was saying, you wanna get out of here?" T.K. asked.
Krystal grabbed his arm, "Yes." She gave him a kiss on the cheek as the two walked off. Seconds later, T.K. ran back up to the group.
"Ya know, this is a pretty good place to keep mozzarella sticks," T.K. explained, eating a stick from his suit pocket.
Lana raised her hand, "Oh, can I have one, T?"
T.K. tossed her two and walked off. "Ew!" The others cringed.
"What don't knock it 'till you tried it," Lana advised, dipping a stick in marinara sauce.
Author's note: Look at our mack daddy go! Y'all know what to do: review, favorite, follow, and request. I'll see you on the first fan requested episode.
Don't be a cockblock, or get crossfaced!