3 Weeks Earlier...
School had just gotten out for the week at the high school. While mostly everyone began to walk home, two sophomores were walking in the opposite direction.
"So have you gotten any ideas yet, Luna? You know, for music class?"
"Yeah, I know, Sam. And no, I haven't gotten any."
Luna and her friend Sam were walking together. She was the same age as Luna, slightly taller and with a straight blond hair with a blue streak.
"Well, that's ok! Every musician goes through a slump once in a while! You just need to focus!"
"Ugh!" Luna said as she stopped walking. "This is ridiculous! I can't even write a song about the most basic topic! And it's due Monday!"
"Luna, I really don't think that a 10 point music class project is something to beat yourself up over," Sam said, crossing her arms. "What even is the topic?"
"-shudder- LOVE. The stupidest genre of all time."
"Oh, I like love music! It's cliche, but good!"
"Yeah, yeah, go ahead and say that all you want, Sam, but that doesnt change the fact that I don't know how to even start this song! I have NEVER written a love song about anybody!"
"Hmmm...hey! How about you get some inspiration?"
"Uh, I've kinda already tried that. Turns out the only things I really love are Mick Swagger and my axe."
"No, not like that inspiration! I'm talking about INDIVIDUAL inspiration! Someone or something that can give you ideas!"
"So… like a muse?"
"Yeah! A muse! If you need inspired, Luna, look beyond your own life and take ideas from someone elses!"
"I don't know, dude... I don't think my sister's would work. Or my brother, either."
"Gee, I wonder who you could turn to for inspiration..." Sam said as she began to twirl her hair in her finger.
"Hmmm...maybe I could use-" she began, but was interrupted. In the distance, she heard a familiar sound: a guitar. And no ordinary guitar chords, either. It was a familiar guitar riff. A famous one.
"Do you hear that?"
"Uh, no? What is it?"
"Dude, it sound like someone's playing the Pebbles over there!" She said as she pointed to the rather new skate park. It was built by the city last year, and so far had been reasonably maintained. At least, until the winter. That's when the "hooligans" struck.
"The Pebbles?"
"-sigh- The Rotating Pebbles? You know, Mick Swaggers band?"
"Luna, you know I'm not a British rock girl. Except for The What. That's the exception."
"Well, either way it sounds good. I'm gonna see what's going on over there," she said as she began to walk towards the park.
"Luna, I don't think that's a good idea," Sam said as she stepped between Luna and the skate park. "There are some BAD people that hang there."
"Ha! So? Have you ever even looked at me, dude? I'll be fine!"
"Whatever you say..." she said as she rolled her eyes. Luna quickly walked past her as she walked over to where the music was coming from.
"Yes! I knew it sounded familiar!" She thought as she clearly heard the song being played. It was "Start Me Up" by The Rotating Pebbles. As she looked around, however, she noticed the park was empty.
"Hmm...where is everyo-"
"WATCH OUT!" A voice yelled from behind her. Before she could turn around, she felt herself hit squarely in the back by someone's head. She fell to the ground, another body laying close beside her.
The person that had run into her was the first to get up, a cross look on his face.
"Dude, are you blind?! Watch where the hell you're going next time! I could've killed you!"
She slowly got to her feet, and turning around, recognized a boy that she had seen at school. He was rather tall, with green eyes. He had extremely long, dark hair, which hung down to his shoulders and was currently sprewn in all directions.
The second that the boy realized who he had hit, his face changed first from anger, to confusion, to dread.
"Uh, hi?" Luna said to him as his eyes widened. His tone changed immediately as he opened his mouth the second time.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! Are you OK?"
"Yeah?" She said, confused at his change in demeanor.
"I didn't think anyone else was here, so I was just messing around and all, I was going around and then, BOOM! There you are!"
"Yeah, I could tell..."
"What are you doing here? Do you have a skateboard or anything?"
"No? I just heard music and I came over here."
"Oh? You like the Pebbles, too?" He asked, his face becoming much more relaxed and carefree.
"Uh, yes?! They're only the single greatest rock band ever!"
"Well, I wouldn't say THAT. That has to go to Pink Floyd. But I do wish I could dance like Mick Swagger sometimes."
"Dude, Mick is the best dancer ever. You'd have no chance."
"Nah, that's gotta go to The King. Dude has a body part named after him!"
They bickered for a while until the boy asked another question.
"So, I run into you head on, you argue with me about musical dancing, and I still haven't asked your name yet."
"Oh, my name? It's Luna. Luna Loud."
"Luna! That's a nice name. Reminds me of a rock and roll singer."
"You really think that?"
"Well, I mean, it's not a typical name, you know? I'm Jordan, by the way. Jordan Slater."
"Nice to meet you, Jordan," she said as he stuck out his arm. They shook hands with one another, both trying to outgrip the other.
"Holy shit, you could crush a boulder with that thing, couldn't you?" Jordan asked as he pulled his arm back.
"Ha! No, but I can play a mean guitar solo with it"
"Hold up! You play guitar?"
"Yeah, dude! I can shred any note with my axe!"
"I used to play guitar when I was little. I switched to drums, though. I was horrible with the guitar."
"What'd you do, get your hair caught in the strings, mate?" Luna laughed. Jordans face began to turn red, but he quickly returned to normal and continued talking.
"You know, I wouldn't mind hearing you play."
"I'm sure you wouldn't, but-"
"Hey, I've got an idea! Why don't you give me your number? Send me a video of you playing!"
"Um, ok?" She said as she gave him her phone number. He shot her a quick text to make sure, than put his phone away.
"So where is everybody? I thought this place was popular."
"Oh, it is. There's usually at least 10 guys here. I don't know where they are, tho-wait. What day is it?"
"Uh, Friday?"
"Well, that explains it, then. The park is closed right now."
"Wait, you broke in here?"
"What?! Noooo!" He said before twiddling his fingers together and looking off into the distance. "I mean, the gate was locked and the sign said closed, but besides that…"
"Dude, you're trespassing right now. That's a crime."
"Ha! That's funny, Luna. Do you SEE any cops around?"
"No..."
"Well, then it's fine, isn't it? Everything is legal if a cop ain't around!"
"I don't think that's how it works..."
"Oh, baloney! I'm sure there's-hold on, I got a call," he said as he pulled out his phone.
"Hello? Yeah, this is Jord- WOAH, WOAH! Slow down, mom! What? Oh, yeah, I forgot. Yes, I know that the mutt needs to go out, but- well, SORRY the carpet is destroyed! Not my problem! -sigh- I'll be home soon. Yeah, bye."
He hung up and turned to Luna, an angry glint in his eye.
"I gotta go home. My mom is madder than a bull right now. Nice meeting you, Luna."
"Nice to meet you too, Jordan," she said as he began to run home, his skateboard under his arms. Halfway out the gate, though, he turned and made a the "call me" symbol with his hand.
Luna couldn't help but chuckle at him. He seemed like a cool guy and all, but there was something...different about him. She couldn't put her finger on it, though, even as she began to walk home alone...
The Loud House...
"Ugh, come on! I've NEVER had this bad writers block!"
"Gee, sis, it looks like you're gonna have to "write" the ship there! Ha ha ha, get it?"
"Ugh..." she said, both to the corny joke and her frustration. She picked up her phone, hoping to surf the Web to find ideas.
"Hmmm...new text," she thought as she saw an unopened text in her inbox. Opening it, she found that it was from none other than Jordan.
"Sup, Luna?"
She typed back a message.
"Nothing much. You?"
"Sitting at home. I'm stuck in my room."
"Really? Why?"
"Don't even know. My mom ain't exactly mentally stable right now."
"Um, sorry?"
"No problem. So are you gonna send me that video? I want to hear what you got!"
"Oh, that," she thought as she picked up her guitar. Setting the camera up, she strummed it for a while before starting to sing. She let the words come to her naturally, not really knowing or caring what she sang. She wrapped the song up and stopped the video, sending it to her new friend.
A minute later, a response.
"Wow. That was good. And a little bit weird."
"What? Why?"
"Uh, you know, the part where you said my eye's looked like emeralds? Or you liked the soft touch of my hair?"
"Oh, yeah, that!" She typed, slowly starting to panic. Had she REALLY said that?
"It's a metaphor. Nothing important."
Although in her text she seemed calm, in reality she was freaking out.
"Yeah, a methaphor… I don't understand the meaning behind "Jordans eyes are like emeralds," or "The soft touch of Jordans hair."
"You must be reading into them too deep, then."
"I guess so. I'll admit, though, those are some pretty flattering metaphors right there."
"You really think that?"
"Yeah. I'm not exactly complimented a lot. I gotta go. My mom is flipping out over dinner... again. Ttyl?"
"Yeah, sure," she typed, feeling nauseous.
"Alright, see ya :)"
She put the messages away, wondering what had just happened. She clicked on the video app, put her earbuds in, and played her song. After listening to the melody for a minute, her face broke into a smile.
"Dude, I think I have a love song here," she said as she began to write down the lyrics on paper.
-END OF FLASHBACK-
"Oh, so THAT was why you were singing that song last weekend. I thought it sounded weird..."
"Look, Luan, PLEASE don't tell mom and dad. Even if he's just my friend, they're gonna think it something more than that. You know how they are, right?"
"Yeah, because they're my parents, too. I won't tell them."
Luna smiled and laid back on her bed.
"Thanks, sis. I know I can count on you."
"What number are you at?" Luan said with a smile. Luna couldn't help but smile at the horrible joke. She picked up her phone and began to text her friend again.