The family meeting was regarding Lucy's rooming situation, which by extension meant all of our rooming situations, sicne no matter what, one of us would have to become her new roommate. While we did figure things out rather quickly, every one each had their own thoughts regarding bunking with Lucy or Lily.

"I'm fine with death music, but I'm not too sure if I could handle that much death." Luna said, but overall, she seemed indifferent. "But I definitely can't handle a baby. If I don't have the garage, I need the room to practice my rock."

"I've been told I get along well with goth girls, but I can't change roommates either." Luan claimed. "Lucy never laughs, and babies do nothing but cry. Neither are good for a comedian's morale."

"Wait, do I have to give up my room too? Because, I kind of like having my alone time." Lincoln said, who didn't like the idea of sharing a room either. He's a boy, so it would've been awkward anyway.

"I don't trusht anyone who I can't get a retina scan from." Lisa added. "On the other hand, a baby in the room would mean a fresh supply of stool samples at all times."

As luck would happen, no one would argue with Lisa at that point. It was probably because everyone else were still freaked out her, but during the silence, Mom and Dad agreed it would make sense for the two youngest daughters to share a room. This also made it simple to decide what to do with Lucy.

Since Lisa would have to move out of my room, it meant that there was a vacancy, and I was okay with that since it meant having someone older than three to hang around with. I always liked playing contact sports, and Lisa was always too small and nerdy to want to play with me. I was sure that Lucy would've been mature enough to appreciate sports.

Spoiler alert: I was wrong.

I still remember how it all happened. While we were all at school, my Dad had to single-handedly move everything from Lucy's room to my room, and boy was he sore after. Lucy didn't actually want to move, our mother was due soon and was only able to do so much, and Lucy insisted that none of us were allowed to touch anything of hers. But since everything was done in that one day, Lucy couldn't put up any kind of resistance.

When we all came home after school, the first thing me and Lucy wanted to do, and I must admit that it's funny that this was what we first agreed on, was to check out our new room.

It looked very much like what it looks like to this day. Some sports stuff hanging on the wall on my side of the room, and Lucy's nicer looking bed and a personal desk on her side, and a set of drawers with my lamp in the middle of the room. I also had some junk all around the room, but I guess my Dad cleaned it.

And then, for what might have been the for the first time ever, Lucy turned to me and spoke.

"Stay out of my half of the room."

It wasn't a very nice thing. And right after that, she went in to a box of her things that was on her bed. She didn't noticed that I went in too as she started to unpack her stuff, and aside from moving my lamp on the table towards my side of the room, she only really acknowledged what was hers. I had to admit, for someone who was so territorial, she really respected other people's space and privacy.

I don't though. When I saw it, I picked up a a small book Lucy placed on her side of the drawer and took a read at what she wrote, assuming it was her diary.

More crushed then ever
Nine sisters and one brother
That's ten too many.

"What is this, one of those hachoo things?" I asked.

She ripped the book out of my hands, barely looking at me. "Haiku. A Japanese poem with 17 syllables."

"And another one that doesn't even rhyme."

I guess I made her mad, because instead of finishing her unpacking, she decided jump on her bed, open her book back up, and then started writing in it. She would occasionally glimpse over at me, only to go back to writing. I knew she didn't want anything to do with me, but I've never been a quitter.

"What are you writing now?" I asked.

She didn't say anything. She gave me another dirty look, but that was pretty much all she did. I then remembered that I still had the poem from that one time she dropped it. The one where I thought I had to read sideways. I took it out from a drawer and passed it to her. I was determine to show her that I was at least interested in what she was writing.

"I still have one of your poems. I liked it. I didn't completely understood it, like how it didn't rhyme or anything, but for some reason, I kind of liked it."

She quickly snatched the poem out of my hands and quickly looked it over. She seemed annoyed with me for a moment, but then she kind of seemed...less annoyed. At the very least, she finally said something.

"It's a free verse poem. I've been experimenting with my poetry like that recently. Been trying a bunch of ways to hide my true messages. Like a diary in a diary."

"Or a secret code?" I asked.

"I suppose that's one way of looking at it. Writing one right now, with that haiku giving me the idea."

It was at that point when Lucy was actually opening up. I brought up her hobby and expressed interest. "Mind if I read it?"

I admit, I was pushing my luck. I may have brought up her favourite hobby, but I didn't think she would even like me yet, so it would've made sense if she said no. She was definitely hesitant about it. But I guess after thinking about it, she passed her book to me to let me read her newest poem. Much to my surprise, this one actually rhymed.

Bother by sister Lynn.
No more privacy ever in the Loud Inn.
Here in my new prison
Two damsels met, the jock listen
Bothers the goth
Yet better than a vampiric moth.
So I guess I'll live with Lynn.

Now, she said her haiku was the inspiration, but I couldn't quite get it. She said a haiku had 17 syllables, but I couldn't figure out what to do with 17 syllables or words with this thing. None of her poetry seemed like something I could completely figure out. I still made sure I kept track of her older stuff just in case I could figure it out someday.

But, even though I couldn't tell what he hidden message was, I could at least figure out what she thought of me. She still didn't want to share a room with me, but I guess our little chat made her more open to the idea.

"You made this just now? I kind of like it." I told her as I gave her book back. "Mine if keep reading them some time?"

She sighed, then took the book back. "I guess. I could use a proof-reader who's not a spirit, or Fangs."

"I need to prove to you that I can read?" I asked her, and just to be clear, I do know now what proofreading means.

But I guess that was where Lucy lost interest in me started to decorate her half of the room, quickly acting as if I wasn't there anymore. I decided to grab a few of my balls to go play outside. I felt that I made some progress with getting along with my little sister.

It would still take me a while longer though to really "get" Lucy, but even to this day, no one in Loud family really gets her completely. After all, she's Lucy Loud. The one thing that has never changed is the fact that she's so quiet and creepy. That's just her shtick. And truth be told, that's kind of why we like her.

It's why I decided that I wanted to get to know her.

Author's notes: So truth be told, I've been sitting on the second chapter since publishing the first. Was hoping to finish chapter 3 before uploading this one, but I figured "Meh. Why keep waiting.". Still gonna try sitting on chapters like that though. I'm also going to try and aim for 2k words per chapter now.

I think I'll also keep writing in "clues", but I want to keep them as subtle as possible.

And lastly, I'm changing the genre for this story to what it is now. I feel like my use of comedy doesn't match the hurt/comfort genre. To be honest, I'm not 100% sure what to have it down officially, but family and poetry makes the most sense to me right now.

And that's all I personally have to say. Hope you like the story so far and I'll update when I can.