Note: This episode is brought to you by Martial Arts Master. Also, this takes place after L is for Love.
The Loud House was buzzing with more activity than it usually is. Lincoln and the girls were talking about the love letters that they delivered to their crushes. Now, T.K. wasn't concerned about them finding love; in fact, he was happy that everyone was able to find his or her special somebody. He was kinda of tired of double dating with Lori and Bobby. It wasn't them per say, but let just say that they take PDA to the next level.
As time goes on, T.K. thought about these matches made in heaven for the girls. He already met Paige from the time she came over for a play date with Lincoln. The ginger seemed like a nice girl to kick it with for a video game party. For the other guys, he was drawing pure blanks on what they could be. For all he know, they could be total sleezeball just like that ass, Drew! A frown formed on his face as he stared up at the ceiling.
"Hmm, the lovebug has plagued the Louds, my friends. On one hand, I want to be happy for everyone and let them be, but after what happened to Leni from a week ago, I will not stand while another girl in this household has her heart broken!" T.K. shouted at the reader, pounding his bed with his fist.
He sat up and placed his hand underneath his chin in thought, "Hmm, I need to find out what their names are though. Maybe if I check the girls' Fanstagram?" Taking his phone out, T.K. surfed the site for his sisters' account. "Alright, Leni, who you're crushing on?" He scrolled to her favorites section and find the name 'Chaz' under the caption called crush. Clickling the name, T.K. proceeded to the man's profile. He saw the profile pic, which displayed a portly guy in his late teens scarfing down a pizza.
"Huh, thought Leni wore go for more spray tanned, chiseled guys. To each of their own, I guess." T.K. shrugged before proceeding to Luna's page. He scrolled down to her crush section and founded the name 'Sam'. He clicked on it to go to the page, but it went to a another page that displayed the message, 'Sorry, this account has been deactivated.'
T.K. groaned, "Crap! Oh well, at least I know who Luna is crushing on. I may search his name on the web later. On to Luan." In the span of five minutes, T.K. sought out every name of the crushes that the girls had. All but Sam; not even Boogle searching work on finding that elusive Sam. Call it stalking, but he will do anything to keep 'em happy and safe.
"Ok, that's all the names: Chaz, Sam, Benny, Francisco, Silas, Skippy, Winston, and David. That's a ton of dudes, but I worried over MUCH worse. Now, to do research on everyone of them to see what makes them tick." T.K. informed, walking over to the table. He sat down and pulled out a notepad. The boy spent an hour going back and writing everything about the crushes.
Lincoln came down the stairs as T.K. finished writing out the last part of his paper. "T.K., Mom said to come up for dinner. Is everything ok?"
"Yes, everything is peachy so don't worry your head about it, kiddo," T.K. assured, patting Lincoln's head. He slid the list underneath a folder.
Lincoln moved away from T.K.'s hand and gave him a unamused glare. "You're only two months older than me, dude. Look, just come to the dinner table, ok?" He turned and walked upstairs. As Lincoln left, T.K. turned back to the table and retrieved the list.
"That was close. Can't have any wandering eyes snoopin' on my plans. Anyhow, I really do need a bite to eat," T.K. agreed, hopping off the table. He walked out of the basement and onto dinner.
The next day…
"Ok, Chaz should be working in a place called…Weekends," T.K. reminded himself, walking into the mall. He looked to his left and saw the place that he was looking for, locating it at the very end of the vast hallway. He quickly made his way to it. Looking around the clothing establishment, seeing racks of shirts, jeans, shorts, and coats as far as the eye can see. He saw a fat teen racking shirts. Smirking, he walked towards him. "Excuse me, cuz, are there any skate shoes for sale?"
Chaz looked towards him, "Hmm, Chaz don't know, little dude. Follow me." He led T.K. to a row of skate shoes, ranging from low tops to high tops. T.K. scanned around before finding a pair of royal blue low tops. He pointed to it eagerly.
"Those. They look pretty good," T.K. commented with a smile.
Chaz grabbed them and handed to him with a smile, "Smart choice, little man. You seem to have a knack for clothes."
"Eh, not as much as Leni Loud," T.K. shrugged, turning his back towards Chaz with a smirk. His smirk grew as he heard Chaz let out a love filled sigh.
"Leni Loud. One of the most beautiful girls in school. You know her?" Chaz pried with a grin.
"I'm a friend of her brother; however, she's a total sweetheart," T.K. answered, wagging his eyebrows.
Chaz nodded, "Yeah, she even sewed up my winter coat a few times when we're younger. You know, a few days ago, I got a letter from her about how she liked me. Chaz didn't know whether to be honored or nervous."
"Huh, why? Guys would KILL to be your position," T.K. informed honestly.
"Well, yeah. But I'm not sure if I'm worthy enough to be around such a kind, generous, stunning girl like her. Look at Chaz, I'm fat enough to be my own continent while Leni is such an masterpiece," Chaz explained, rubbing his arms nervously.
T.K. gave a look of pity to him. High school is such a strange place where ANYONE could be chopped down to size over the littlest thing. Teens can be such petty and stupid beings. He could somewhat understand Chaz's plight. "Look, take it from me. I'm dating a big girl when I could have find easily someone better. But I didn't because I chose her heart over her looks. That was Leni's doin': choosin' what's inside you instead of on the outside. She especially needs a guy like you after what happened to her," He pointed to Chaz's heart before giving a grimaced look. "Wow, that was corny."
T.K.'s corny pep talk actually sparked a fire of determination in Chaz. He slammed his fist onto his open palm and glared into nowhere, "You're right, lil' dude! Chaz need to act on this opportunity fast!" Looking where to T.K. was, the boy suddenly vanished. "Huh, where you go!? Don't you want your shoes?!"
Fifteen minutes later…
The smell of beef and fries grazed T.K.'s nostrils as he waited his turn at the Burpin' Burger. He crossed out Chaz on his list as he pondered about the mysterious Sam. Just who the heck was this Sam anyway? Why doesn't he have any social media accounts? What kind of guy doesn't have any accounts now? The questions keep piling and piling on until…
"Kid! May I take your order?!" The cashier shouted, causing him to jump with a yelp.
"Oh, yeah. I would like a Big Burp combo. I want the burger to have pickles, cheese, and double the secret sauce," T.K. ordered quickly. The cashier typed the order out. T.K. thought to himself before coming up with a random pun. "Say, what the burger robber do to the tied up victim? He blew the victim FRY high! Huh, huuuh?!"
The cashier gave a unamused glare to the young boy, "We sell fast food here, kid. Not host amateur night. Keep it moving."
Rolling his eyes, T.K. walked away from the moody cashier. He didn't get far before he bumped into somebody. Falling to the ground, T.K. rubbed his head and looked up at the…person. The person in question was a ventriloquist dummy; a female dummy at that. She wore a pink dress with black flats. Her hair was blonde with a light blue bow. "AHH!" T.K. screamed, leaping back from the sight.
"Say, handsome. Could ya spare some change so that I can get me some grub?" The dummy asked in a high, raspy voice. A teenage boy in his mid teens pulled her back to his face and stared at her with a disapproving glare.
"Ms Kiwi, what did I say about asking money from strangers?" The boy asked. He had curly, brown hair, wore a light blue buttoned down shirt with dark grey jeans, and white sneakers.
Ms. Kiwi glared at the boy, "'Ey, Benny! I don't 'ppreciate you talkin' me down like you are my ole dad. Why I oughta give you a shiner for that!" T.K.'s eyes widened at the mention of Benny's name.
"You were being rude and was practically begging!" Benny snapped back.
"Uh, ahem. You said your name was Benny, right? That some unique dummy you've got there," T.K. commented with a raised eyebrow.
Benny nodded and grinned, "Yep and yep, built it myself two weeks ago. The second greatest creation I've ever made."
"I feel that, I feel that. You know, your dummy reminds me of this other dummy that this chick had. What was her name? Lara, Lemy, Louise?" T.K. listed in thought.
"Oh, you mean Luan Loud? Yes, she practically inspired me to create Ms. Kiwi. …And among other things," Benny added quietly with a blush. T.K. took notice of this. "You know her?"
T.K. crossed his arms nonchalantly, "I'm a friend of her brother. 'Ey, you look like you kinda of fond of her on the account of your blushin'."
"Well…yeah, you got me. See, my parents were massive supporters in whatever I did. When I was younger, my dad pointed out that I had the knack to brighten up anyone's day. He would say that time and time again until finalIy sat down and really thought about one day. The thing is, I was very shy about performing in front of others, so I joined in the middle school's drama club last year so that I can break out of my shell. Generally, it was turmoil for me because I would choke even if I didn't had an audience," Benny remembered.
"So, Luan helped you with your stage fright?" T.K. guessed.
Benny scratched his head nervously, "In a way, yeah. She was this big ball of energy that kept piling on joke after joke, earning laugh after laugh. That not even going into her mime skills; let's just say it really did left me speechless. I have her to thank for breaking me out of my shell, and becoming more self confident in my abilities. Just the way her cute buck teeth stick out from her upper lip, her adorable giggling laugh of hers, and lets not forget the way she pull her pranks on peo-"
WHAP!
Benny's cheek was tinted red from Ms. Kiwi's slap. "We get it! You're in love, Romeo!" Ms. Kiwi interrupted flatly. T.K. stepped in between the two before it got ugly.
"Look, I know it ain't none of my business but why don't you tell her how much of an inspiration she became to you," T.K. advised.
"Well, it could work but what if she says no?" Benny pointed out nervously.
T.K. shrugged indifferently, "Well, I don't know what to tell you but only this: you can't be scared to fail. I know that this is strange coming from an eleven year old but it's better than nothing."
Benny and Ms. Kiwi both thought about this. "Hmm, that sounded oddly helpful. I think about it when I break the news to Luan."
"Great! Now, I think that my food on the counter," T.K. excused. He walked away to leave Benny to digest the conversation.
Ten minutes later…
T.K. scoped the park in search of Francisco on his skateboard. Kids frolicked and played with their friends in the playground. A group of teens were tossing a football back and forth. The athlete said on his Fanstagram that he goes here for a game of catch with his friends. Before he knew, a football came spiraling towards him at a high speed and…
WHAP!
The ball took the boy off his feet and he landed on the ground hard. "OW! Ugh," T.K. groaned, rubbing his stomach. A tan skinned boy in electric blue ran up to him with a concerned look. He also had similar buck teeth to Lincoln.
"Woah! Are you ok?! That was some hit you took," The boy informed, picking the ball up.
T.K. slowly stood up and dusted himself off, "Yeah. Yeah. I've taken worse during my time in football."
"Ah, sweet! What position you've played?" The boy pried with a smile.
"Fullback. Let me tell you something: if it wasn't for my body type, I've probably would have been on my death bed," T.K. pointed out, causing him and the teen to laugh.
"Heh. I hear ya man. It can be scary when you first start out; however, there's one person who doesn't fear, well, anything really," The teen said.
T.K. raised an eyebrow and smirked, "Let me guess. Lynn Loud?"
"Yeah! Her! How did you know?" The teen pried in amazement.
T.K. shrugged, "Eh, I'm a friend of her little brother. Weird question but would you happen to be Francisco?"
"Yeah. Now, how did you know that?" Francisco nodded with an raised eyebrow.
"You kidding me, right? Other that sports, Lynn would constantly talk about you: our biceps, your overbite, and your eyes. Getting' her to shut up can be an friggin' achievement itself," T.K. muttered the last part.
Francisco chuckled, "Yeah, I'm pretty awesome. Honestly, I have to thank Lynn for changing my opinion."
"Hm? What do you mean about that?" TK queried.
Francisco blushed lightly, "Weeell, you were at that age when you think girls couldn't play the same sports as guys right?"
"Yeah. After seein' Wanda Roosey's undefeated streak when I was 9, she gave me whole new respect for women in general. What did Lynn did to you?" T.K. asked.
Francisco blushed even harder, "Well…she ran up to our group, wanting to play football with us. Naturally, we laughed at her and told her to go play with dolls or something. That little comment made her even more determined to play with us. Finally, we let her play and…she keep up with us. She made plays, followed routes, and took some tackles. The one thing that really stayed within my head was the last play; her team had the ball and we had a tied score..."
"And?" T.K. urged, rolling his hand slowly.
"She…ran me over and scored the winning point," Francisco revealed, his face rivaling a tomato. T.K. snickered as he tried to keep his laughter down. The vivid picture was painted so marvelously; Lynn wasn't the tallest teen he known and her basically trucking Francisco to the ground made the situation HYSTERICAL!
"BWAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAA!" T.K. guffawed, dropping to the ground. Francisco glared at the young boy in annoyance.
"Oh, sure! Laugh it up! Isn't like you've been trucked by a girl before!" Francisco argued defensively.
T.K. wiped a tear from his eye, "Heh, sorry. A girl playing football is VERY rare. Especially if one could plow through a guy."
"Heh, yeah. Something about a girl playing the same level of sports as a guy really can do it for ya. The way her sweat glistens, making her shine like a dirty, glorious angel. Ahhh, what a girl," Francisco sighed dreamily. He really speaks very highly of Lynn, and any person would be blind to not catch all of the obvious signs. Time for T.K. to work his magic.
"Hmm, you really like Lynn, huh?" T.K. smirked.
Francisco nodded, "Yeah. There's not a other girl like her."
"Well, shoot, go and holla at her then!" T.K. persuaded.
"Well, that the thing. I really don't know where to start," Francisco shrugged in a unsure manner.
"Hmm, well think like this. Picture Lynn as a baseball and you in the batter box. You really gotta hit her outta the park or you will strike out horribly," T.K. advised.
Francisco gave him a very unamused glare, "Did you REALLY use a baseball analogy, kid?"
"Yes. Yes I did. …I'm skateboarder, dude. I'm not a love guru!" T.K. defended.
"'Ey, Francisco! Quit talkin' with that kid and come back!" Another teen yelled, waving his hands.
"Alright, kid, I gotta run. Maybe I will take you up on that advice you gave me. Later," Francisco ran back to his group.
"See ya and good luck," T.K. said, waving before continuing his skateboarding.
Later that night…
"Alright, that the first four guys. I still don't know about Sam," T.K. groaned, looking over his list. The paper in question had the first four names on it, and beside them the description of the crushes. He gave a squinted glare to Sam's name. Just who was this person anyway? The fact that Sam had no social media accounts disturbed T.K. to an extent. Luna could be crushing on a mysterious loon who is VERY in need of a female!
"Sam has to go on the back burner for now. Onto Silas, where are you hangin' at?" T.K. asked, scanning his phone for Silas's favorite hangout. He raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "The cemetery? At around eleven 'o clock? A little late but this is for Lucy." He snuck upstairs and peeked into the living room. It was dark and quiet in the house all throughout. It was perfect for him sneak out. Shutting the door, T.K. walked back down and grabbed his skateboard and a hoodie.
He crept to the small window and opened slowly, knowing about the insanely thin walls. Rolling through the opening, T.K. closed the window gently and crept to the front yard. He dropped the skateboard and set off to the graveyard.
Twenty five minutes later…
The cold wind picked up as T.K. shoved his hands in his pockets. An uneasiness feeling washed over him as he looked over the numerous gravestones and tombs. He doesn't know how Lucy or this Slias can even be around this place. Let alone at night at that fact! He slowed his skating to a slow pace as he saw a lone boy leaning on a tombstone. As he got closer, he could hear the boy speak.
"Leaves that hang and fool / teeth waiting to suck your blood / bats drop fast... duck now," The boy spoke, looking up at the full moon. He gave a sigh, "Is there something that can help you with, mortal?"
"Uhh, yeah. First question, are you supposed to be asleep? Second question, you wouldn't happened to be Silas, no?" T.K. inquired.
The boy snorted disdainfully, "Bah! A supernatural lord such as myself doesn't need trivial things as sleep. To answer your second question, I am the dark one that you sought for."
T.K. raised his eyebrow indifferently. "I can see why Lucy would be into this one," He thought sarcastically. "Right. I was strollin' through the night, taking in the vast stars and the beautiful emptiness of the sky."
"Lies. You know nothing about the night and darkness. A blind underling such as yourself should take notes from the Lady of Darkness," Silas jeered with a frown.
Normally, T.K. would just threaten the kid and be on his way, but the moniker 'Lady of Darkness' attracted his attention. "Hmm, Lady of Darkness, huh? Wooould that happened to be the one, the only, Lucy Loud?'
Silas gasped in shock, "How would you could POSSIBLY know about the lady?!"
"I'm the companion of the Lady's white haired brother," T.K. responded.
"Hmm, I suppose your words hold the truth. As you may now know, I'm too interested in the same likeness of the supernatural and dark arts as her. But alas, my creativity does not hold a candle to her; furthermore, there's the peasant Rocky who is also vying for her attention!" Silas growled, grinding his teeth.
T.K. have to give it to Silas: he was certainly more lively that Lucy. Bless the child but she really need to lighten up sometimes. He also remember the 'Rocky x Lucy' situation. Even though Lucy could be moody 24/7, it was the same moodiness that defined her for what she is. Maybe the skater could help Young, Dark, and Lovesick.
"Hmm, quite the predicament you're in, lil' fella. Maybe I could be some help?" T.K. proposed with a knowing grin.
Silas raised an eyebrow in skepticism, "Oh, please! What could you know about fighting for true love?"
"I may not know much about love but I can guaran-friggin'-tee that I know my way about fightin'! You see, the both of you are fightin' for Lucy's attention and love. She could only chose one. You have to pull all of the stops for her to pick you as her significant other. Do NOT exchange ACTUAL blows with Rocky or that is REALLY gonna make Lucy disgusted of bein' with either of you," T.K. advised.
Silas hummed in thought, "Hmm, your pretty wise for a mere mortal. What if the fair lady rejects me?"
"Like it or not. Just move on. There are many fish in the sea," T.K. coined.
"Valuable information you bestowed to me, mortal. You have my th-"
A flashlight shone on both as a security guard was running towards them, "Hey! What are you kids doing here!?" T.K. and Silas shared wide eyed looks before splitting up to head to their respective homes.
The next afternoon…
Wind blew through his dreadlocks as T.K. skated through the neighborhood slowly. He yawned once more before noticing a little boy crying beside his bike, which it had a missing tire. He had a green baseball cap that was similar like Lana and buckteeth just like Luan. For whatever reason, T.K. stopped in front of him and inspect the bike. "Wow, what happened to you?"
"M-my front tire slipped out from underneath and I scraped my kn-n-n-neeee! WAAAH!" The boy wept loudly.
T.K. nodded, trying not to look at the boy's knee. He thought about what could do. There was the sport shop just beyond the usual corner he takes on his way home. "Say, I know a sports shop straight down the street. The owner can fix and replace anything with the quickness. Hop on my board and I'll carry your bike."
"W-well…ok." The boy complied, limping towards T.K. He hopped on the board while T.K. walked over and grabbed the bike the bike carefully. Secured, the two made their way down to the shop.
Two minutes later…
"Owww. I always hated this part," The boy moaned, squirming from the sting of the alcohol on his knee. T.K. patched the boy up in the bathroom while Roscoe, the sports shop owner, fixed the boy's bike outside.
"Yeah, I know that this is the worst part. Heck, you should of seen me when I took my first spill," T.K. explained with a smile. He put the bloody cotton ball in the trash. The boy looked up at the skater in curiosity.
"What happened?" The boy pried.
T.K. cackled, "I cried my heart out. 'WAAAA, WAAAAA, DADDY! I'VE HURT MYSELF!" He and the boy shared a laugh from the memory. T.K. put a bandage on his knee and placed him on the ground.
"Thanks, mister! One more thing, are you sure that the owner can fix up my bike?"
T.K. nodded, "Yep, good as new. You're welcome by the way for payin' it for you."
"Oh, thank you. See, I don't let anyone touch my bike. Not until she came into my life," The boy noted lovingly.
T.K. nodded, "Hmm, her huh? Is she about your size, blonde, and wears a red baseball cap?"
"Yeah! You know Lana?" The boy questioned with a heartfelt gaze. T.K. nodded again.
"Yeah, I'm a friend of her older brother. She is VERY handy with bikes, machines, and etc.," T.K. responded. "I'm guessin' this one's Skippy," T.K. thought.
Skippy grinned brightly and nodded, "Uh huh! She also plays with the boys and she can even eat words too!"
"Hmm, sounds like a keeper. Might wanna go and talk to her for a playdate?" T.K. urged. He placed a dinosaur bandage on Skippy's knee.
"Hmm, that's sounds like fun. I don't know if I want a girlfriend. As cool as she is, I don't want to have cooties," Skippy grimaced, sticking his tongue out in disgust.
T.K. patted his head, rolling his eyes, "Whatever floats your boat, kid. I think your bike might be fixed." Grinning, Skippy hopped down from the sink and walked towards the exit. Before he left, he turned to T.K. with a thankful smile.
"Thanks, again, mister," Skippy expressed before walking out of the door.
"You're welcome," T.K. said, leaving the bathroom himself.
The next day…
T.K. lounged lazily on the park bench, watching the day pass by him. Numerous goers went about their own business and a few said hi as he recognized them from school, the skate park, or etc. The bench shook a little bit as someone else took his or her seat on T.K.'s right. He took a look towards the direction in question and saw a little boy dressed in posh clothing.
He looked like one of those preppy kids from the rich neighborhood. He had a flower in his hand. Plucking each petal, he dropped it slowly to the ground. "She loves me," Petal number two. "She loves me not," Petal number three. "She loves me." Petal number four. "She loves me not." Final petal to be plucked. "She loves me! Yes!" He gave a dreamy sigh as he looked at the flower.
T.K. gave a small chuckle to the cute display. "Whatcha doin' there, kid?" The boy's head shot up from hearing the voice. Turning his head, he gave the skater a surprised look.
"Um, yeah, I was just plucking flower petals. That's all," The boy grinned sheepishly.
"Calm down, boy. Nothin's at stake here. Besides, you seemed pretty dedicated to someone if you're pluckin' petals," T.K. informed, pointed down to the fallen petals.
The boy shook his head, "Well, I, uh, wouldn't call myself dedicated per say."
"Hm. So, your crush is the one that's dedicated to whatever she does?" T.K. pried.
The boy's eyes suddenly lit up like stars, "Oh, boy! Is she ever!? The way she sashays down the runway, her shiny, long blonde hair that compliments her BEE-autiful pink dress, and her fiery, confident gaze as she looks on the audience!" From the info at hand, T.K. could easily guess who was this and who was he crushing on.
"Yeah, I actually heard of her. Lola Loud, right?" T.K. guessed with a smirk.
Winston nodded, "Yeah! It not only her personality that I love. It also how dedicated she to beauty pageants overall. I can practically feel her love for this kinda thing is authentic. A bumbling fool can even tell that any other pageant goers is only there because of their mothers trying to live through their lives. I gave Lola a perfect score on her twirler performance during the last pageant,"
"Wait, you were a judge? Ain't you a little too young to be actual judge," T.K. quizzed, raising a eyebrow.
Winston scratched his head sheepishly, "Well, yeah; however, there was a contest at my preschool that the grand prize that we could do whatever job we want. The catch was that we had to participate in a fundraiser."
"Hmm, that sounds interestin'. Gives the kids a lil' glimpse into what they can do. Now, you really like Lola don't you?" T.K. pried.
Winston nodded, "Yes, sir. I would give her my entire world for her to be happy."
"Then I really don't have much to say but: seize the moment and pour your heart to her. As tough and awkward as it sounds, it better than nothing," T.K. informed honestly.
"Thanks, mister! I'll tell Lola tomorrow!" Winston promised with a determined grin. He hopped off and headed for home. Smiling, T.K. hopped off the bench and headed to the mall arcade.
Fifteen minutes later…
T.K. shoved his striker to the puck, sending it past the defending player and onto the goal. "BOOYAH! Another win for me!" T.K. gloated, pounding his chest. The other player scoffed and left the table. T.K. tossed the striker up and down in his hands cockily, "Who up for another whuppin', eh!?"
A small hand tugged on his tanktop. He looked down and saw a little boy with glasses and a black bowl cut. "I believe that I can pose a challenge to you."
T.K. chuckled, "Alright, youngin'. Get your striker and lets set 'em up!"
Five sets of two out of three later…
The two traded win back and forth but the little boy finally took home the entire game by a slick shot. T.K. wasn't really mad about it; he was getting bored of winning. "Wow, I have to give it to ya, kid. Not no one was able to beat me in air hockey until you came. Good job!"
"Charmed but you weren't a pushover yourself, my friend. You gave me quite the challenge," The boy complimented, adjusting his glasses.
T.K. crossed his arms, "Hmm, so you're a fan of testing yourself in whatever you can do, huh?"
"Yes. I appreciate my intellect but also hate it at the same time as well. There's simply no one else in my age group that match my mental capacity. That's until I met her," The boy blushed with a smile.
"Hmm, is it Lisa Loud?" T.K. guessed knowingly.
David nodded rapidly, "Yes! Her! I…just don't know what is the exact deal with her but I know that her and I have the same comprehension levels. She's so interesting unlike school where it's the same day in and day out. She challenges me to use my brain to the fullest extent. And also I find her lisp and spittle fascinatingly cute!" As he said this, he blushed vividly.
"Hmm. Since you said that about her, I'm sure that you could figure out what to do to get her attention, right?" T.K. motioned with a smirk.
David gave a determined nod, "Yes, I must sought her attention so that I can further our friendship. If this goes through, then I have you to thank, stranger." With that said, David walked towards the exit. T.K.'s phone buzzed with a message. He pulled out his phone and look at it.
The message said that the new DBZ headphones had been restocked in the Musicstop store. He's been DYING for a new pair since he broke his other ones in a skateboarding bail. Grinning eagerly, he quickly head down to the store to claim his pair.
Ten minutes later…
"Here you go: one pair of DBZ headphones," The clerk smiled, handing a teen girl her item. She has blonde hair with a turquoise streak. The teen wore a wardrobe that would be fitting to a rocker chick.
The teen grinned happily, "Thanks, man." She took the bag and began to walk out of the store. She didn't get far before hearing a familiar song blaring from a nearby pair of headphones. The DBZs had great sound quality but too loud and one could hear another's song from a fair distance.
The energetic melody, peppy guitar strumming, and the raspy voice. The girl followed the faint song to T.K., who was leaning against the wall. The preteen noticed her, while the girl made a lifting motion to the headphones to signal him to take off the headphones. The boy did as he was told. "Yeah, you need somethin'?"
"Say, I know that song, lil' dude. You're listening to one of Luna's songs right?" She asked curiously.
T.K. nodded, "Luna Loud? Yeah, why? You know her?"
"Oh, most def, man! Luna's my main bud!...Until recently," The girl answered with a warm blush. T.K. quickly noticed the redness in her cheeks. Her blush disappeared quickly. "Now, how do you know her?"
"I'm friends with her little brother. He put me on to her music. Now, you said somethin' about your friendship with Luna changed recently? How so?" T.K. pried.
"Oh, not in a bad way, lil dude! Just it's kinda awkward explaining this to a stranger and among other things," The girl replied nervously, worried about giving her personal info and that T.K. might tell on her if she said the wrong thing.
"Calm down, I'm not the one to go and squeal on ya. Trust me," T.K. reassured calmly.
The girl sighed, "Alright, man. A week ago, I got a letter from an unknown person. It took a while but I was able to figure out that Luna was the one that wrote the letter to me. It was the most righteous note that anyone has made for me! As soon as I knew it was Luna, I wanted go over her house and give her the biggest kiss ever; however, I remembered the time I was led on."
The skater's eyes widened in shock. This was the Sam that Luna was writing about! He didn't even know that Luna wasn't into girls like that. Keeping calm, T.K. nodded slowly, "So since found out whom wrote the note, you want tell 'er about it but you seem conflicted. Why is that?"
"Well, you see, bro. A few years ago, I met a guy who was my entire world! My mom keep remembering that I would not shut up about him. Heh heh," Sam chuckled before casting a disconsolate look. "That is until I caught him one day locking lips with another girl. I broke it off right then and there, which left me depressed for good while."
"Shoot, I'm sorry about that, chica. I'm really am," T.K. apologized sincerely.
Sam waved a dismissive arm, "Eh, don't sweat it. Later, I had a few small flings with numerous guys but they were either creeps or weirdos. It eventually made me wrote off guys for good on a relationship standpoint."
"This is where Luna comes in?" T.K. pried knowingly.
"Yeah! If it wasn't for her basically being there at my weakest, I would have been a emotional wreck. You never know who your true friends are until something big like that happens. Now, she wrote this note and I really want show her how much she means to me. But how?" Sam wondered.
T.K. shrugged, "Well, how about just telling her straight to her face? If not, try to explain in most comfortable way possible to you."
"That's it! A song! I could write a song to Luna! I gotta go. Thanks for the help, lil' man!" Sam expressed gratefully before running off. T.K. nodded in response before leaving himself.
Thirty minutes later…
As soon as he got home, T.K. could practically feel the excitement radiate from each of the girls as they revealed that their crushes asked them out for a date or a play date for the younger siblings. T.K. beamed with pride but uncertainty came quickly after. What if their dates turn out just as bad like Leni's? The skater shook those thoughts away as he crept up to Lincoln's room.
He gave a knock before but there was no answer. Smirking, T.K. opened the door and silently slid inside. He looked under the bed and found the chest that Lincoln kept various disguises. How he knew about it is because the school had a costume party two months ago and T.K. was broke. Lincoln helped out and gave him a ninja outfit from the chest. Grabbing the chest, T.K. crept out of the room.
The next day…
T.K. began his recon mission by trailing Lola and Lana to their dates with Winston and Skippy at the playground. He went as a cowboy with a large beard to hide his face. While spying, he found the four playing knights with Lola as a princess obviously, Skippy as the dragon, and Lana and Winston as the knights. They whooped, hollered, and laughed all through. Satisfied, he head back to the house.
Thirty minutes later…
As a old man, T.K. spied on Lynn and Francisco playing basketball together on the court from a nearby bench. Lynn performed a crossover on Francisco, causing him to trip and fall. Lynn went the bucket and scored. T.K. resisted an urge to react at the glorious ankle break as he watched Lynn helped Francisco up. Grinning, Francisco offered a fist bump, which Lynn returned. Quietly, T.K. took his leave.
Thirty minutes later…
T.K. peeked from the bushes in his soldier costume towards Leni and Chaz, who were in the mall food court.. The second Chaz decided to mess with Leni will be the last thing he'll do. Chaz asked Leni for her attention as he reached for his pockets; Leni was curious about what he could have. He pulled out a small black box, causing her to gasp. Opening, Chaz revealed a silver, glistening necklace. T.K could practically hear Leni squeal in pure joy as she hugged him. Smiling softly, T.K. exited the bushes to the next date.
Thirty minutes later…
The calming, heartfelt strums of a guitar easily gave T.K. the location of Luna and Sam. Using the shadows of the forest while dressed like a ninja, he gazed to the two, who were nearby a stream. Luna's blushing smile gave away that she was loving the song that Sam wrote for her. Finally, Sam finished and looked towards Luna, waiting for her overall reaction. Luna quickly hugged her and gave Sam a kiss on the lips. T.K. sneaked back into the depths of the forest.
Thirty minutes later…
Luan and Benny laughed as they held a picnic in the park. T.K. dressed as a dog, pretending to sniff the place while keeping gazing distance to the two. Luan took a bite of her banana cream pie before booping Benny on the nose. Benny did the same, causing the former to giggle. Sharing playful glares, the two began a food fight. T.K. crawled off as the two kept pelting each other.
Thirty minutes later…
Lisa and David strolled through the museum, sharing tidbits of information on various pieces of history. T.K. walked around the museum in his security guard outfit to make his own 'rounds'. It was hard to gauge the visual cues but the two loved spending every second together. Finally, T.K. saw the two holding hands, so he left the children to their own devices.
Thirty minutes later…
Lucy looked up at the rising moon as she and Silas had a moonlight dinner. T.K. was nearby as a gravedigger. He didn't actually dug up a grave, he merely mimicked the notion of doing it. Giving occasional looks to the two kids, he saw that Lucy leaned towards Silas on his left shoulder. Looks like Rocky have some competition. T.K. quietly gave the two some privacy.
Thirty minutes later…
The skater flopped on his bed, panting from exhaustion. "Who knew that lookin' over your sisters can be freakin' tirin'!?" T.K. moaned, rolling around to get comfortable.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
"What now?!" T.K. grumbled, rolling out of bed to answer it. Opening the door, he saw everyone of the sisters and Lincoln looking at him. They have soft glares on their faces. They can't know…can they? Well, T.K. didn't returned Lincoln' chest and he was still in his grave digger outfit. "What's up, peeps?"
"Who's the person you have to bury tonight, T.K.?" Lucy asked knowingly.
T.K. broke into a noticeable sweat, "Well…you see wh-"
"We've caught you red HOUNDED, Terrence! Tee hee hee, get it?" Luan giggled while everyone else groaned. Lori whistled for everyone's attention.
"Focus, twerps! T.K., why did you stole Lincoln's chest and spied on your sisters?" Lori interrogated.
T.K. sighed, "Ok, it all started back when most of you gave your crushes your notes. Thinking back on what happened to Leni with Drew, there was a possibility that your crushes could be as bad as that boob!" He took a deep breath. "I just don't want another girl in this family to get hurt. Is that too much to ask?"
Lincoln and the girls shared a shocked look with each other before giving T.K. a warm smile. Next thing he knew, they all ambushed him with a SWEET group hug, causing him to blush. "AWWWWI"
"Dude, you didn't have to do all of that," Luna informed sweetly.
"Yeah, man, we can take care of ourselves," Lynn assured.
Lola leaned onto T.K. and batted her eyelashes. "Buuut, if they were to give us some type of problem…"
"We know, like, the person to call," Leni chirped, snuggling him. Having enough sappiness, T.K. squeezed out of the group hug.
"Alright, alright. I get your point," T.K. said. "Glad to see we're on equal."
Lincoln nodded, "Me also." He gave an annoyed look. "Can I have my chest back, T.K.?"
T.K. nodded, "Yeah, yeah. I'll be back." He headed down to the basement to retrieve the chest
A/N: Cheesy ending because of cheesy ending. Hope you all enjoy. Review my pretties, REVIEW! Now, I will be taking a hiatus for the rest of the year. Need to prepare for college and such. Hopefully, I'll get in this time. In the meantime, give some requests on what you want. DON'T be weird about it. I'll see you next year.
I feel soooo old! Although, I'm about to be nineteen in two says….Shameless B-day plug.