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T.K. and Luna waited happily for the Ultrasound music store to open. The new Boombox Mk.2 headphones were releasing, and they were the first two in line.
"Aw yeah! I've been waiting for this day since the announcement!" T.K. spoke.
Luna nodded, "I know, love! These headphones are suppose to be the real fish 'n chips! You can change the headphones into speakers."
"Ah, the wonders of technology. So, what color are you going for, Lu'?" T.K. pried.
"Purple and white. What are you getting, bro?" Luna asked.
T.K. rolled his hand, "Navy and white."
"Solid choice, dude. Hey, look! The manager!" Luna pointed out.
The manager walked, and he opened the door. He gave a smile to Luna and T.K. "Well, well, mon. If it isn't my two favorite customers. Here for the Boombox Mk.2s, I presume?" The manager guessed.
The two nodded as the manager stood aside to let the crowd in. "Thought so, mon. Happy shopping, people!"
The headphones were phenomenal as the two boogied down the street. The bass was aggressive, the speakers gave volume to any song, and overall nothing could better than this.
"Hey, T.K.!" Luna yelled.
T.K. turned to her, "Huh?!"
"What's it like to listen to trap?!" Luna shouted.
"What's it like to listen to crap?! What kind of question is that, chica?!" T.K. responded.
Luna shook her head, "No, dude! Trap music!"
"Bubble wrap music?! You're losing me, big mama!" T.K. informed.
Luna grabbed his headphones and pulled them down to his shoulders. "TRAP MUSIC!"
"Oh! Here, just listen!" T.K. instructed, flipping the headphones inside out to speaker mode.
(Here the song: watch?list=FLW5DRXhP7-M1h9rK_GM5NHg&v=v9wJUSUTpCg)
The headphones blasted a smooth melody as T.K. began to danced his body to the song. Luna bobbed her head to the buildup, and swung her body to the drop. The two danced in a epic symphony of pivots, isolation, twerking, and hip swivels respectively.
"Oh my god, dude! This is awesome! Who's the dude that made this?!" Luna shouted over the music.
T.K. does the splits, "Some cat named Devin Jarrix. He's been on a roll lately."
The two were having so much fun that they strolling and dancing. Luna was getting into her zone. A zone that only the truest rocker can achieve. In fact, she didn't notice that she danced right off the street and onto the crossing lane. A car drove over a hill, and it was heading towards Luna!
T.K. snapped out his groove and gasped, "Luna!"
The yell snapped Luna out her zone. She looked behind her, and froze in fear. The car was halfway there. The driver noticed her and slammed the brakes.
"Ugh, I'm going regret this big time," T.K. groaned as he sprinted towards Luna.
The poor girl was still frozen as the car was mere feet from her. T.K. kicked it into overdrive and leaped.
Luna felt like she was in slow motion as she was pushed. She landed on the ground as she heard something that she would never want to hear in her life...
THUD!
She looked back in horror as T.K. flew in the air...
SMACK!
Luna quickly gets up and dashes towards T.K. "Oh my god, T.K.!"
She was at his side in mere milliseconds. She lifted his head and gently stroked his dreadlocks. "Please be ok, please be ok, please be ok," Luna prayed.
Seconds felt like years as she beginning to lose hope for T.K. Tears began to shed, staining her eyeliner. "T-t.K., p-please! Wake up, w-wake up!" Luna sobbed, clutching him closer.
Her prayers were finally answered as she heard a hoarse cough. She looked down to T.K., who was coughing some blood out. "T.K., thank god that you're ok! ...W-why, why you pushed me out off the way?!" Luna asked fearfully.
"*cough* I couldn't,...I couldn't," T.K. repeated weakly.
Luna had her full attention on T.K., "Couldn't what?! Couldn't what?!"
T.K. flashed her a bloody grin, "I couldn't let a pretty face be taken from this Earth."
That comment did it for Luna as she sobbed heavily into his tank top. The ambulance's siren overpowered her cries as it came to a stop to her and T.K.
"Come on, people! Move it, move it, move it!" A paramedic ordered as he and two more paramedics swarmed Luna and T.K.
One of the paramedics gently grabbed T.K., and placed him onto a stretcher.
T.K. looked at Luna, "L-luna, ...am I going to die?"
"No! You gotta pull through, dude! Pull through for me, the others, and...you," Luna stated.
"Ma'am, is this young man your friend?" A paramedic asked.
"No, he's more than that. He's my adopted brother. Please, let me come with him!" Luna begged.
The paramedic stepped aside, "Absolutely."
Luna hopped into the ambulance as it drove off to the hospital.
The Louds got the tragic news and rushed to the hospital. "Excuse me, nurse. We are here for Terrence Loud," Rita informed.
"Ah yes, Terrence. He just came out of surgery, and should be in a room in the upper level," The nurse explained.
Everyone's heart sank at the terrifying word. "What kind of surgery?" Lynn Sr. asked, trying to be strong for the kids.
The nurse took note of everyone's anxiety, "Relax, everyone. It's just a minor broken left forearm. His other injuries are a sprained right ankle, a couple of bruised ribs, and minor internal bleeding. He's a fairly tough boy. Now, he's up on the top floor, and it's the first door on the right."
"Kids, go see your brother and sister and make sure that they are ok. We'll handle this down here," Rita ordered.
The kids nodded as they head towards the elevator. The elevator opened and they entered it. Lori pressed the last button to send them to the top floor. To kill the anxiety, one sibling would hug another one and sway slowly; others would grab a hand and gently rub it in comfort.
DING!
The elevator doors opened to Luna crying into her knees. The kids ran up to her.
"Luna, can you tell us what exactly happened?" Lincoln asked, putting a hand on Luna's shoulders.
Luna looked up at Lincoln and gave a weak smile, "O-oh, well T.K. and I were shopping for new headphones. Then, we were jamming out as we walked down the sidewalk. T.K. showed me one of his songs, and...I-i got so caught up in it that...t-that...t-t-that. Aaaaaaaugh!"
She cried into knees again as Lincoln patted her back in sympathy. "Hey, can you guys go check on T.K.? I'll hang back with Luna, and keep an eye on her," Lincoln asked.
The girls nodded as Lori opened the door quietly. She gasped in horror as she lead the girls in. Leni took one good look and cried loudly into Lori's arms. Luan and Lynn hold each other in fear. Lucy had to be strong for her younger siblings as she rounded them up into a group hug.
T.K. laid quietly on the gureny. His breathing sounded calm, but hoarse. His dreadlocks flow freely since his headband was gone. He had a hard cast on his left forearm, and he had a soft cast on his right foot. He had a bandage on his right cheek that was from a cut. His upper body was wrapped in gauze to soothe his battered ribs. A hospital gown was wore to hide the bandages.
Lola and Lana nervously walked to T.K. "T.K., ...can you hear us?" Lola started.
There was no answer from T.K.
"Big bro, please! Wake up!" Lana shouted, gripping the metal railing.
Again, no answer from the boy.
"Girls, he's just sleeping. He'll wake up soon enough," Lori reassured.
Dejected, the twins turned around and started walked back to the group, but a loud gasp of air caught everyone's attention. T.K. lurched forward as he woke up. He then clutched his chest in pain.
Lola and Lana gasped, "Tee Kee!"
They rushed back to him in excitement and relief. Before they could climb up and hug him, T.K. held his hand out.
"Wait! Climb up and hug me slowly and gently. My ribs is killing me," T.K. croaked.
Lola and Lana nodded as they climbed slowly. They wrapped their little arms around him in a gentle hug.
"Oh, we were so worried about you, T.K. What happened?" Lola pried.
"Yeah, we've tried asking Luna, but she broke down as she explained it," Lana added.
T.K. let out a deep sigh, "Ok. ...We were walking from the music store. I let her listen to some of my music. She got so into it that she danced into the street. ...A car came over the hill. Luna finally looked, and she was frozen with fear. Me being the noble homie, sprinted towards her, and pushed her out the way. Y'all can figure out the rest," T.K. recalled.
He let the story sunk in as Lori voiced her opinion, "Not again. This is literally the fourth time that this happened."
"Fourth time? What do you mean, girl?" T.K. pried.
"Whenever Luna is near something musicwise, she enters a euphoric-like state that is hard to bring her out," Lisa explained.
T.K. rubbed his head, "Normally, I could understand that, but the meds is making it hard for me to process everything."
"Whenever Luna is near loud music, she goes nuts," Luan simplified.
"Oh. What about this fourth time that you speak of?" T.K reminded, turning to Lori.
"Luna ruined my first time to a Boyz Will Be Boyz concert. She danced around and knocked a person's drink into the DJ's turntable, and literally caused a power outage," Lori answered.
Lana sat up from T.K. to tell her story, "Luna ruined my and Lola's first trip to a Blarney the Dinosaur concert. She stage dived on six year olds! Six! Year! Olds!"
"If I may T.K. At my first opera concert, Luna went on stage, and stage dived onto the orchestra. It caused the actress to faint," Lisa narrated.
Lynn shook her head, "I swear when Luna gets near anything that music, something bad happens."
"Yeah, she's like a bad luck charm for music," Lola compared.
T.K. had to put a stop to this. "Enough! I can't believe this! Luna's out here crying her heart out, and y'all talking trash about her!?"
"T.K., she put you in the hospital," Lucy reminded.
"Yes, by accident! Ugh, ok! We need a pow wow," T.K. said.
Lola and Lana was confused, "A pow wow?"
"A heart to heart, eye opening talk. Now, don't you all noticed that Luna goes into her zone whenever she listen to a tune, goes to a concert and in you case, freak out?" T.K. started.
The girls nodded.
"Alright. Maybe she's gets into it because this is the type of life she probably die for, and/or she just want you all to have a hell of a good time at your first concert. Lori?" T.K. explained.
"Yeah?" Lori responded.
"Now, if Bobby suddenly let himself go really badly, lost all of his hair, and smelled like a kung-fu fighter's feet that has been lit on fire. Would you still date him?" T.K. questioned.
Lori was horrified, "Ew, no!"
She noticed the smirk on T.K.'s face, "...Dang it!"
"Now, Leni. If leg warmers, socks with sandals, and scrunchies suddenly became the fashion statements of the century. Would you still be into fashion?" T.K. questioned.
He didn't even need a answer as Leni fainted into Luan's arms.
"Now y'all wondering why I'm coming at y'all with these questions. I wanted to see if any of you would still be into whatever you love with these sudden, crazy changes: so far, none of y'all would be. Here's something that I live by: Take the loss, and search for the win," T.K. advised.
Lori decided to challenge him, "Ok, Mr. Spiritual. Since you been questioning me, and Leni about what we do with sudden changes, how about this: would you still be skating and dancing if it was outlawed?"
"Yeah: one, I hate authority, and two, I will make a living by any means necessary, but that excludes any illegal things, fam," T.K. listed.
The girls looked away in nervous defeat as T.K. took note of the silence.
"From telling the awkward silence, y'all have nothing else to say, and y'all feel bad for putting poor Luna in the choppin' block," T.K. summed up.
The girls nodded shyly.
T.K. sighed, "Look, chicas. I'll be fine. Who really needs the comfort and support is Luna."
"Yeah, you're right, Tee Kee. Come on, guys! Let's guide Luna through this together!" Leni rallied.
The others brightened instantly, "Yeah!"
They walk out of the room to comfort Luna. T.K. watched through the window as the girls, Lincoln, and Luna talked to each other, smiling and getting a few laughs out.
"I should really listen to pops more often about his advice," T.K noted to himself as he went to sleep.
"So how's everything back home, brotha?" T.K. asked, eating the crummy hospital food.
Lincoln looked up and think, "Well, everything's all fine. The girls won't stop worrying about you, and Krystal also gave you this to lift your spirits,"
He handed T.K. a get well card.
"Love is unbreakable. Unbreakable like being ran over by a car and coming out in one piece unbreakable. ...Oddly specific, but tell Krys I said thank you. Now,...how's Luna?" T.K. pried.
Lincoln rubbed his arm nervously, "Weeelll, Luna could be...better."
"Better? What do you mean...better, dude?" T.K. pried.
"It's like since the accident, Luna is a whole new person for the worse. She's more quiet, shy, and sensitive than before. Heck, she won't even play or blast any music anymore. I think that this is how she was before discovering rock n' roll," Lincoln explained.
"Wow, this really shell shocked her. Ok, since I'm coming home tomorrow, I just talk to Luna then, and set her straight," T.K. planned.
"Good idea! But Luna rarely comes out anymore, and she barred anyone from entering," Lincoln informed.
T.K.'s eyes widened, "Wow, so wait. Where Luan been sleeping at?"
"In your room," Lincoln answered.
"Hm, figures. Anyways, you can head on home. I doubt there's anything to do here," T.K. groaned.
Lincoln gets up, "Yeah. See ya, man!"
"Alright cuz," T.K. responded, waving at Lincoln.
After he came home, the others were assisting T.K. with anything that he needed. T.K. insisted that he doesn't need any help, but his new difficulty with everything shot his plea down. Lincoln was right about Luna shutting herself from the others. He needed a plan to get inside her room.
Luckily, during dinner, Luna excused herself after speed eating her portion of food. T.K. excused himself to go to the bathroom, and asked Lincoln to escort him.
"Are you sure that you can handle this, T? I could come with you," Lincoln proposed.
T.K. blocked his path, "Uh-Uh! It would be better if I just go myself. If anyone comes up, just say that dinner went right through me."
Lincoln nodded and close the vent grate. T.K. crawled to his right until he hear crying down below. He looked down and saw Luna's and Luan's room. He couldn't see Luna, but he can definitely tell by her voice.
"Wow, she's worse than I thought. Alright, let's finish this!" T.K. whispered, slamming his hard cast on the grate.
CLANG!
The noise scared Luna senseless as she looked up. T.K. leaped down and plopped onto Luna's bean bag chair.
"Ooooooooooo! That smarts!" T.K. whined, clutching his abused ribs.
Luna jumped from her bunk bed, "D-dude! What are you doing flying down like that?! You'll make it harder to recover!"
"Ugh, I can moan about my new injuries later. Right now, you and I need to talk!" T.K. responded.
Luna took a nervous expression, "W-what do you mean, Tee Kee?"
T.K. finally got a good look at Luna in the dark. She was wearing a purple long sleeveless t-shirt with matching slippers. She had no eyeshadow nor eyeliner on, and her eyes were red from crying. She looked like that she hasn't been sleeping since the accident, her hair was a mess.
"This! Luna, this has to stop. You can't let any of your so called screw ups take you out of the music game!" T.K. exclaimed.
Luna got defensive, "What?! You don't get it, dude. Everytime that music and I come together, something breaks and/or someone gets hurt. For crying out loud, I tried to crowd surf six year olds! Six! Year! Olds!"
"Heh heh, oh man. Now that you said it, it does sound funny," T.K. laughed.
He looked towards Luna's watering eyes and trembling lip.
"Ok, bad time. Chica, you just gotta learn how to take it down a notch. That's all," T.K. reassured.
Luna shook her head, "But how can anyone experience what music has to offer if I have to tone it down?"
"Lu', there are other ways to express your love of music. For example, whenever you play your guitar, people just groove to the jam because they know the ambition you put into that single song. Concerts on the other hand, don't just mark out and destroy the place or people. Be informative, and explain what each of the musicians is doing," T.K. advised.
"I-I guess I've never thought about it like that. But do I have to do that also when I'm just jammin' to some tunes?" Luna pried.
T.K. shook his head, "No, just be aware of your surroundings, that's all I'm asking. Now, I have one more thing to show you."
(Here's the song: watch?v=8V0cfqqRYSs)
He took out his phone and played the song. Although the song had a specific message, Luna knew what the general message was. She had to block all negative thoughts, and just flow with her music. The smooth melody calmed her down, the lyrics renewed her with vigor.
She grabbed T.K. into a hug, "Thanks, baby bro. I really did needed it."
"No prob, mama. Let's go downstairs. The others will surprised that I got you out of that funk," T.K. predicted.
"That would be crackerjack, love," Luna remarked.
Author's Note: Ah, I love a happy ending. Hope y'all enjoyed this. I've been meaning to use Luna for a episode. Now, your job, dear viewer, is to review, favorite, follow, and request. See you on the Halloween Special. :) Cameron or whoever your name is, STOP SPAMMING THE REVIEW SECTION! I have already put your request in; try this new thing called being patient.
Baby lock dem doors and turn dem lights down oooooffffff!