Okay. So I took a long time with this chapter. Granted I was working on a oneshot (I already published it, if you don't mind small spoilers for this story or just want to read some adorable smut, then you should go read it, its on a separate story called "All About Love - Oneshots" I'll be doing some of those, and to avoid bloating this one, I'll just put them there if they're not related to this storyline.
What else, what else. Oh, it is mentioned in this chapter that Loan is a teenager. I changed their ages, so to avoid confusion, I'll give you guys a list of the kid's ages in this: Loan - 18, Liena -17, Lyra - 17, Libby - 15, Lacy - 14, Lupa - 14 (and a month), Lemy - 12 (just about to turn 13), Leia - 11, Lizzy - 8, Linda a.k.a Lulu - 5 months.
Now. One last thing, Guest-4... I'm so sorry.
Enjoy the chapter
Chapter 2: All About Change Side A (or "Weight")
Even though he fell asleep as soon as his conversation with "LL3" ended, Lemmy felt like he had only slept for fifteen minutes. He woke up groaning as he heard the baby alarm, a device that his aunt Lisa built to share the responsibility of feeding the baby in the morning was blasting in from the wall. Who got the alarm changed daily, and it just so happened to be his turn in that particular day. He tried to sleep for a few more minutes, but Lisa made it so the alarm would become more annoying the longer it went on, so he forced himself to get up.
He walked over to his closet before realizing that he fell asleep fully clothed. Lemmy hadn't noticed how drained he was after that revelation, but decided that it meant he had one thing less to do today, so he pushed the button to shut off the alarm and walked to Lulu's room.
Couldn't Lisa come up with something to teach us about responsibility that didn't involve waking us up like that right when the sun comes up? He thought as he walked down the hall. She probably just did it so she could sleep some more.
Regardless, he hastily made his way to Lulu's room, if he took too long what Lisa would do to him (or whoever was in turn of taking care of the baby) would be… unpleasant. As Lincoln's "Wife" (ugh) and the de facto matriarch of the house, she had full authorization to discipline Lemmy and his sisters. And BOY, he didn't want to go through that again, calling it cruel and unusual would be a huge understatement.
Fun fact: cruel and unusual punishment is just a politically correct way of saying torture.
He made into the green lit room, and took the already awaken baby from her cradle. The first time that he did this, he wondered why her room looked so sterile -aside from her cradle, there was not really a lot else, a few tables with supplies, and an empty walk in closet-, and why did those dim green lights on the walls made it all look so creepy. But with seven months of routine behind him, he just thought that Lisa wasn't that good of an internal decorator and just moved on.
He took a pacifier from the night table, and gave it to Lulu before picking her up and taking her out of the room. While walking through the hall, he took a moment to consider how incredibly ironic what he was doing was. He was taking care of a baby just a few hours after finding that he was going to father one soon. He stopped walking, for a second, felt cold sweat coming down his temple, I don't need this righ now.
He started walking again, but stopped near the stairs, he looked at his right side when he noticed that the first door was ajar. Inside, he could see the heads of three people sleeping in the bed, two platinum blondes, and a brunette. One of the blondes was his dad, the other his cousin Lupa and lastly his cousin Libby. The ghostly blonde, slowly caressed the man's chest. As she did it, Lemmy felt something sour in his stomach. I really don't need this right now.
He pushed that feeling aside, and walked down the stairs. Passing through the barrage of recliners and sofas that was the living room, he got himself to the kitchen. It was as disastrous and dirty as he had left it the night before. As if everyone in the house just decided to end the day right after the announcement was made. Everyone except Lupa.
Ugh
There was no point in thinking about that now. Lemmy told himself, as he put Lulu in her highchair and opened the left door of the refrigerator. He took a pot and put it on the stove to heat the carrot puree inside. For the five minutes that took to heat it, he tried not to think about what he learned the prior night, but it was impossible when he was preparing food for a baby, who was excitedly hitting the plastic table in front of her. She did that when she was hungry.
Once the puree was soft and squishy again, he filled a small bowl with it and let it chill while he went back to the refrigerator to get her milk bottle. He had done this same routine over a dozen times, yet, he had never felt so uncomfortable before.
It wasn't that he hadn't eaten yet (he wasn't hungry), but he felt as if his stomach was stuck to his spine. He didn't want to face what he knew was causing the sensation. He took the puree and started feeding his sister, once he had given her the first spoon, he began to think aloud.
"Are they going to ask me to take care of her?" he said, because it was always a her in this family. Taking another spoonful of puree, he gave it to Lulu as he looked up to her "I mean, I do take care of you a lot."
"It can't be that different, can it?" He said, looking down. "Oh who am I kidding!" he groaned as he let his head flop onto the kitchen counter. "It's going to be a disaster, I'm gonna fuck up so bad. I mean, you're like a smart movie super baby, you could probably take care of yourself if they let you. ARHG… What am I going to do?"
"Gah." Said baby Lulu, letting a bit of the orange goodness fall from her mouth.
Lemmy looked up, and saw a spoon in front of him. He took it into his mouth without thinking about it. "Thank you," he said after swallowing "... HEY!" he exclaimed a minute later, finally noticing what was happening.
While he was staring down a smiling Lulu, someone ruffled his hair, and said "Hey, what're you doing?". Even though he didn't see her, he recognized the voice instantly. It was his older cousister, Loan. The Loud estate's resident shut-in.
"Getting patronized by a baby, apparently" Lemmy said, looking back at his older cousin, who was pouring formula into Lulu's bottle. While Loan still dreaded the world outside the house, her appearances outside of her room became more frequent after they found that she was actually a very good caretaker for Lulu.
She took Lulu and carried her in her arms, feeding her the bottle with a faint smile. Her expressions shifted like night and day; no fear, anxiety, or sadness. It genuinely looked like it helped her not be her usual, nervous and afraid self. There was no fear in her eyes, it was like her phobia crawled back and hid in the deepest part of her mind when she was taking care of someone. He thought that if Loan ever got over her condition, she would make an amazing mother. A hell of a lot better than hers, that's for sure.
"Now, now. What did I tell you? No teeth" She told the kid, lifting her finger. While there was no way in hell that anyone could find Loan menacing, her way of getting Lulu to behave seemed to work. She was the one able to stop that baby from sinking her freaky teeth into anything, and that was appreciated, at least by him. Well, him and the furniture.
For a few minutes he observed her handling the baby as if it was a second nature for her. Lemmy had seen this same event play out for months now, she came down from her room with or without it being her turn, either fed or watched her contemporary sisters feed her, then took her to what aunt Leni called "Baby Jail" so she could play and after Lisa woke up Loan would go back to her room and remain there for the rest of the day. It was therapeutic for her, and as far as he saw on the time they had been in the house, it was working, in the seven months she had been doing it, she had started to look better. She combed her hair more frequently, she didn't smell sour, she was trying to come out more often.
She looked genuinely happy, or so he thought as she tapped Lulu's back to help her burp. Loan gave him a smile and...
"Hey guys!" Said Lily in her cheerful, loud voice, startling them both "how's the morning going for you". Both her niblings stammered to say something but she kept talking "So Loan, who was the lucky guy?"
Lemmy looked at her nervously, not wanting to black out again, maybe it was the phone conversation the previous night, but all that looking at her belly this time did was bring a fearful, cold feeling to his spine, and it awoke what he could only describe as morbid curiosity in him. Could it really be...
"Eh, who was...?" Started Loan but aborted the question as soon as she looked down, her face turning red with the realization "She's not mine!"
"I know, I know. I'm just messing with you" Lily continued, getting closer and ruffling the baby's hair "So this little rascal is Lulu? Glad to finally meet you" She tried to reach to pinch her cheek, but both siblings hastily stopped her.
"You REALLY don't want to do that!" Exclaimed Lemmy, pulling her away. The surprised woman stopped herself when she saw not only him but Loan trying to get the baby away from her.
"She… doesn't like that." Said Loan nervously.
"Oookay you weirdos" Lily answered, as she stepped away and walked to the refrigerator. And rummaged through it's content. "Sooo, Lems, watcha doin' in the kitchen so early?"
"Feeding Lulu" Loan answered "it was his turn today"
Coming out of the refrigerator with a small bowl of strawberries and several kinds of sauce, she said the word "Turn?", they explained the system Lisa had put in place to "teach them responsibility" and how Loan just, liked to come down and help. Lily listened intently while bathing the strawberries in chocolate and mustard.
She picked one with a fork and laughed "Well talk about timing, eh?" she bit down, enjoying the weird mix of sweet, salty and bitter tastes. Lemmy looked down to his feet, doubtful. "C'mon dude, I was joking. Its cute that you take care of her"
"And it's good training too" Said Loan, walking over to the living room to put Lulu down in her 'Baby Jail' with her toys.
"Hey, don't sweat it man" Lily said with a goofy smile, accentuated with the brown and yellow on her cheeks. "These things happen. Don't beat yourself over it" The boy looked at her as if a tragedy had happened then to the side with a pang of guilt. "this isn't your fault. I didn't know if you were going to be down for it, so I didn't take anything, if anything, its my fault"
"Babies don't make themselves" he said coldly as he turned back to take Lulu's plate into the dishwasher. He looked back at her, insulted, when she said something about him not really needing to worry about her if he didn't want to. She was taken aback by his reaction, out of the many things you could say about him, nobody could deny his sense of responsibility.
He sighed and went back to sit at the counter right as Loan came back into the kitchen. Who noted the different atmosphere immediately after walking in. She looked around, deeply uncomfortable, with the closest thing to conversation going around being a cough coming from Lily, after after a strawberry leaf got stuck to the ceiling of her mouth.
Noticeably uncomfortable, Loan picked the mustard bottle and proceed to drink from it, after taking so much that she visibly had to chew it before swallowing, she spoke "So… who died?" Her eyes darting between both Lily and Lemmy, the later of which started looking at her, rather than his lover, visibly disgusted.
"Whot?" She said, feeling uncomfortable at the silent look, but still putting more mustard in her mouth.
"I mean I don't want to repeat myself..." said Lily, chewing on her unholy mixture that she called food "...but, whos the dad?"
"What?"
"You eat like you're preggers" Lily answered after swallowing another strawberry, this one soley covered in yellow mustard, just to drive the point home. Loan didn't actually seem to find it funny.
Lemmy turned to look at hs aunt and added "Nah, she ain't pregnant, she always eats stuff like that"
"Of course, it's delicious" Loan said, proudly even.
"It's disgusting" added Lemmy grimacing.
"Don't call it that just cause you don't like it!" responded Loan, weirdly defensive.
"You eat pickles with peanut butter!"
"Don't knock it until you try it"
"You made me try it! It tastes like battery acid!" he raised his voice, he didn't mean to, but that taste was still on his mind and It wasn't a pleasant experience.
With a loud snorty laugh, Lily stopped the argument, as both of her niblings turned to see her. "Sorry, sorry" She said, trying to catch her breath "You two bicker like an old married couple".
Both of them blushed and instantly yelled "we don't!" in unison! Which only made Lily laugh harder. Loan and Lemmy looked at each other and quickly tried to occupy themselves with something else around the kitchen, she went to do the dishes, and he opened the fridge to grab something to bite. Once his aunt's laugh died down a bit, he took a couple of bananas and went back to the counter to eat.
"She'd eat anything" said Lemmy, chewing his food, after swallowing he added "even poison!" with a heavy accent on that last word.
Instantly, Lily's attitude changed, her smile dropped and with great worry she asked "Loan? Poison? What were you..."
Loan groaned, looking at him. "Did you really have to bring up the poison?" It was one of those experiences she didn't liked being reminded of. Not because she was depressed about it or anything, but because she was deeply, deeply ashamed of the whole shabang.
"Oh no, no! It wasn't intentional or anything!" He quickly added, realizing the implication of what he said. He figured that Lily was so attached to Loan that 'Loan tried to off herself' must had been her first thought "She had some kind of feminine beauty product that said FUCKIN' POISON on the side and she was like 'uh I cant open it, i'm gonna break it open with my teeth'" He said it mimicking her actions mockingly "and then poison shot in her mouth!"
"And because I was surprised, I swallowed" Loan said barely above a whisper
"I was in my room when I heard her yell LEEEM HELP, and I was like, what's wrong. And she was like 'I may have eaten a little poison' and she showed me the thing and it said poison on it"
"Look I just wanted a little beauty!"
"Well, if you ask me, you would have left a beautiful corpse"
"Thank... you?" Answered Loan, trying to understand how much of that was actually a compliment.
The longer their conversation went on, the more Lily calmed down, she went from worried as sin for her niece, to watching the conversation develop with a raised eyebrow. Loan was many things, but a talker was not one of them, even with the people from her family, her phobia didn't actually let her talk to people normally unless she felt completely comfortable with them. Given that none of her other siblings ever stayed at Franklin av for too long, that usually meant that the only one Loan opened up to was the only other one who actually lived there, Lily.
Yet, look at her go, all talkative and defensive of her… beauty product choices? What happened in this house while she was gone? Loan was a girl that famously gave no fucks about how she looked like, she went nowhere, but here she was trying to use makeup? What?
Lifting a finger, Lily asked "Loan, beauty products? You?" Lily watched Loan turn red, and smiled as the blond teenager tried to explain herself. Once the conversation between them became a bit too girly for him, Lemmy decided to remove himself for the kitchen, and just when Leia entered the room, he announced
"That's it, I'm outta here before the estrogen gets to me,"
Loan pouted at him, and Lily stuck out her tongue, he laughed at their silliness before making his way back to his room. He picked up his backpack and turned to leave the room, before catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror. The brunette boy saw himself in his usual blue jeans and denim sleeveless jacket and grimaced.
He wasn't feeling the denim today. After putting his backpack down, he rummaged through his drawers and started pulling out clothes, and throwing out whatever he didn't like. When he was done, he was wearing a black and purple raglan t-shirt, cargo pants and a purple beanie atop his long hair.
He checked himself out in the mirror, he took his backpack, and threw a last glance to the mess he made, a brown book on the floor called his attention. But knowing the time, he decided to deal with his journal later.
Back on the lower floor, he found a more lively house. His many sisters were already preparing for their days, the ones closer to being ready were already gathering near the front door. With ten kids living in the house, school day mornings usually got messy. Sure, there was no need to get a system, because there were only two schools in this town, and the high school was at the other end of it, meaning that that the kids on primary and middle school had to get there in a bus, because if they wanted to get the teens to theirs in time, someone had to drive them there, normally early on. I guess everyone had a hard time sleeping yesterday.
It took him a second to realize that once he stepped down from the stairs, the living room had gone silent. Every single one of his present sisters was looking at him intensely. He looked back and them and frowned, and they quickly looked back. Well that was weird. Lemmy thought to himself, in the half a year they had lived here nothing like this ever happened. It was so strange to see everything stop just because he got into the room. Not even when he broke his leg and needed help to come down that happened. Usually only one or two would come and say hi.
Speaking of which, Libby (the brunette from earlier) was holding a slice of bread in her mouth while she put her scrunchie in place. Once she noticed him, she tried to tell him something, at least Lemmy thought so, she refused to stop fiddling with her hair, or swallow what she was chewing. So he only heard noises that he thought meant.
"Leia is looking for you"
He let out a loud groan. He knew something was out of place when she wasn't on his...
"Hey Lem!" somebody screamed from the kitchen. In there, Lily was talking to Lisa, and Loan, was cleaning dishes. She was pretty open to speaking with Lily or Lemmy, but the sheer amount of people around her made her go back to being a shrinking violet.
"What do you guys need? I was about to leave for the bus stop" he said nervously, he wasn't really comfortable with how Lisa was looking at him.
"Loan wanted to give you this" Lily said, pointing to a paper bag. He looked at the contents. There were two sandwiches inside. If he knew Loan as much as he did, those were mustard and pickle sandwiches inside. He looked at Loan, she stuck out her tongue before going back to the dishes.
"Sister, nibling" Said Lisa, bringing his attention back to the counter "the reshiult of the various testsh I've made will be ready thish afternoon. Lemmy, you will need to make shiure you come back ash shioon as posshible after school ish done"
Surprised, he questioned his aunt "why do I have to be here for that?"
"Itsh cushtomary for the mother and father to receive this kind of information together"
He felt his throat tighten at the mention of the word 'father', huh, the cold sweat is back?
With a 'is that it?' he ended the conversation. Lisa nodded and Lily wished him a good day, and both watched him leave in a hurry, in less than a minute he was out the door. It wasn't hard to see that he was nervous, something that his lover saw, unknown to her, with a bit less worry than her sister.
Lemmy took big steps away from the three story house, and cursed how long it took from the main house to the large metal gates at the front.
Luna had bought the old, beaten estate with a huge chunk of the money that she had saved from her record deal. It took more than a bit of work to beat the house into shape, but they moved in as soon as it was ready.
Three stories, more than enough rooms and bathrooms to accommodate all of them, and a big ass terrain surrounding it. All inside four tall walls, and enough evergreens around them that some people in the neighborhood down the street didn't even know that the could-be-mansion was even there.
Speaking of which. The schoolbus didn't actually came up this far up the road, so whenever he didn't wanted to get in the crowded van to go to school, he had to take a five minute walk, just to get to a place where he could get it.
He usually did that when he needed to relax and be away from all that girly noise. But after leaving the gates and walking up the road, he found himself unable to let go of that crippling feeling on his nape.
And its not as if where he was going was going to make him any less weary. Going to school was a new thing for him, living with a mother that was constantly on tour meant that there was not enough time for him to stay in a place to go to one in the first place. The last thing he went to before getting pushed into middle school was fucking kindergarten, and even that was cut short when Luna just took him and Lyra and carried them around the country and world with her band.
And It was awesome, he thought as he crossed the stone bridge that connected the road coming from his house to the neighborhood a little further down. He, in his mind, was right.
I mean, I used to go on trips through other countries! We went to Spain , Greece, we laughed at the swedes! We even went to Japan! He thought, passing the over the dry river and, looking at the bus stop not too far in front of him. And now mom travels with her band alone while I'm stuck in most boring town south of fucking Newport with 'Them'.
He pushed out the image of her Dad and "Stepmom" of his mind, he didn't really hate them but...
"Hey!" He heard the girlish, smug voice of one of his sisters (or cousins, as he was supposed to call this one in particular when they came outside), Lemmy kept walking "Wait up!"
It wasn't that he was trying to make Leia mad, he just kept walking because he could hear the wheels of her roller skate shoes getting closer regardless. Within a minute she Sped up so much that he saw her pigtails flow as she passed him by. She slowed down and turned back, keeping herself rolling backwards, to look at her half brother to his face as he walked.
"Well someone is pissy today" She said, looking at him with an ugly look "When are you going to stop being so rude"
He rolled his eyes and breathed in "If this is about last night, I'm sorry for slamming the door in your face, can we move on? I'm trying to help narrate my backstory here"
Leia snorted a laugh, she looked to one side, then to the other as if making sure nobody was listening, with a sultry look the eleven year old said "Hey, you know… If my mouth wasn't enough, you could have said so"
Lemmy's body densed and he gritted his teeth, but kept on walking "Did you really need to mention that right now? I'm trying to get my mind off stuff"
"You'd be the first man that doesn't want to get some" Listening to his little sister say things like that should disgust him to no end. But it barely registered, he had nicknamed the Loud estate "The Lewd House" because of what went on in there. He had seen his father and older sisters fuck in the middle of the living room, on the regular. Listening to Leia say stuff like this, was routinary, it didn't even register on his radar anymore. "Is it because your main girl is in the house now?" Okay, that did register.
Lemmy for the third time today, felt his stomach turn. Not with disgust or anger, but with that same sensation that he had on the back of his head ever since the morning came. The whole world was different, and Lemmy really didn't like it.
"I won't tell if you don't" She continued, with the closest thing she had to a sultry voice "C'mon, what do you say… daddy?"
Ugh, straight to the jugular
He felt the bile turning in his stomach at the mention of the word, but he looked forward, and with a small smile said "I say Traffic Signal"
"Traffic Sig..." was all that she could doubtfully say, before she slammed onto a stop sign and fell to the ground.
Lemmy had to contain himself to not burst out laughing. Though after seeing her frown, he extended a hand and helped her get up.
"Asshole" She told him while pulling on his hand to stand up. She dusted herself of and started walking besides him, still frowning before continuing "why didn't you warn me?"
"I just did!" he said smiling
She rolled her eyes, and continued walking. As they moved through the suburbs, she looked at him and asked "what has you like this anyways? You act like you're on the rag"
"You really need to ask?"
"Does that really bother you? If it's actually yours (and I doubt it), it just proves that those big balls of yours are good for something other than slapping me in the chin"
The boy blushed, and tried looking to the other side. It didn't matter how open his family was, or that things in the house were basically a free for all, hearing his sister speak like this still made him recoil.
"Can you not talk like that?" It wasn't just that he was ashamed of the conversation, it was common sense that two kids that most people knew as cousins shouldn't be talking of such things on their way to the bus stop "We're outside"
She rolled her eyes so hard that it was audible on the west coast. Why was her brousin so bashful? It's not as if that hadn't become something of a morning routine to wake him up like that, she had been doing it for far over a month and from day one he had been telling her the to stop?
Was she that bad? No, It couldn't be, she hadn't done it today, because he was rude the day prior. But then again, she did ask him something personal right after a big shock, was he mad with her?
Still, if there was a constant with her, is that her curiosity was stronger than her common sense. Maybe he felt better now, so, she felt like she needed to ask...
"So… how was it?"
"What?"
"Lily, how was it?"
She is going to keep asking, isn't she? He thought, if it was because of her morbid curiosity or the female NEED for gossip, but he knew that if he didn't speak about it, even a little, the she would keep asking for the saecula saeculorum or until the end of times, whatever happened first.
He sighed out in surrender, and wondered… how to explain it? He didn't knew if she belonged to daddy's little fucked up (and fucked in general) club. She was very forward with Lemmy, he just found her on his bed one morning, and it only spiraled down from there. But they never actually crossed that line, and boi he wasn't in a hurry then, and much less now.
He hummed, extending his hand and moving wiggling his middle finger he asked "do you… you know? Polish the pearl?"
She looked at him with an incredulous expression "with all the noise the whiteys and the beaver make, its hard not to do it sometimes"
"Well… doing it is never the same after having sex, it feels like, crazy good you know."
With her eyebrows raised, she responded "No. I don't, that's why I'm asking", she then looked down, to him, she looked kind of annoyed.
"You know I thought you'd be more mad about this whole deal" Lemmy stated matter of factly.
Putting on her best stern face, she plainly said "If mom can stand sharing dad with thirteen other women, I can stand to do it with one" Lemmy looked to the side, and opened her mouth but she cut him off "now shut up, we're here"
Huh. He was so busy trying to avoid talking about stuff that he didn't realize that they got to the bus stop already. They got into the forming line and then into the bus. Lemmy went to the back of the bus, and Leia stat on a seat with two other girls that made some space for her when they saw her. She chatted nonchalantly with them the whole way, he on the other hand, was sitting on the right side and looking through the window. He had his own friend in Gordon, but he lived relatively closely to the school, so his parents took him there on their own. So, window it was.
On the way to school, he got to see a sizeable part of his neighborhood. It was filled with mostly samey houses, and mostly samey people. So many white fences, and so many "normal" "mother, father two point five kids and a dog" families.
Lemmy pondered about it, living in a house like this, working a normal job, living a normal life. Was he going to have to do that? Something about that thought made him swallow hard, it felt… wrong. Even before coming to live in the true american harem house, his life wasn't exactly normal. He and his sister Lyra lived on the road, going across the nation and the world with their mother's band. His place was in backstages among drugged out rockers like his mom.
At least, that is how he felt about it. He liked the feeling of freedom, but, if there was one lesson that Chunk imparted onto him, is that you're only free until your freedom affects someone else. Lemmy let out a sigh and thought "ah, that man is so wise when he is drunk".
Was his freedom over? That was for time to tell. Right now, he had to spend the day in a place he didn't like with people that didn't like thim. He didn't understand why they had to come here, Lisa had like a fuckton of doctorates, she could probably homeschool them, just like she did when she "got them up to speed" before sending them to school.
As he got out of the bus and into his classroom, he wondered why, really they had to be here. The reason his mom, dad and Lisa gave was that they needed to interact with more kids of their own ages.
He sat down at a front corner as usual and waited for everything to start. It was bullshit you know. 'You need to spend more time with other people', he already spent time with other people, Michael, Ramon, Carl, Benny and the many other's on his mother's staff. He had known them for years. He knew like four people in this place, tops. The rest were just like noise in the background. And god this noise.
He could stand people yelling instructions. He could stand the loud noise of the amplifiers. He could even stand the crowds noise on his mother's concert. But this, this was just incessant chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter. It was so bothersome, so filled with people. He couldn't stand this place, nor understand how most of the people there did. School sucked.
Leia seems to enjoy it though. Even though this school was public, she still wore the private school vest that she used back in Royal Woods (although she asked Leni to remove the logo). He tried more than once to explain to her that uniforms are meant to diminish individuality and freedom of thought, her response? "You wouldn't understand". And it was true, he didn't. Her attachment to the place was weird in his eyes, it was full of nimrods and superficial kids that bully each other for the smallest, most stupid of reasons.
Well when you put it like that it's easy to see why she likes this place
Don't talk about your sister like that.
Lemmy let out a sigh a and sat with his eyes closed until he heard that his class had started. He wasn't a dutiful student, he usually just spent most of the class just admiring how Ms. Highbottom's bottom lived up to her name. But as this class advanced, he just couldn't bring himself to focus, a feeling on the back of his head just didn't let him pay attention, to the class or her bottom. He thought that he just wasn't into it at the moment. Well, I guess I'll look at Lisa's while she explains my homework.
What a drag. The whole day dragged on and on and on, time seemed to slow down to a crawl because by the time the recess bell rang, he felt like he was halfway through a life sentence. Drained to the point of soullessness he felt like his body was working on autopilot, he didn't even realize where he was moving towards until the lunch lady put the gray mess that they called foor on his tray.
After taking a seat, he spend more time poking at it with his fork than actually eating, the conversation among his aunts from the previous night occupying his mind, he didn't even remember that he needed to eat until the guy in front of him snapped his fingers and brought him back to the present.
"Dude, you need to eat" Said Gordon, before using his hand to clean the mayo and sandwich crumbs staining his lip "I think niggas in Kingston can hear your stomach growling"
Normally, he would be spending the recess just talking non-stop with his friend, but today… today he wasn't feeling anything.
"Eeeeh, sorry, sorry" Said Lemmy "were you saying something?"
"Aside from 'your stomach sounds like a blender fucking a bear', no, I wasn't"
"I'm sorry, i'm just… not here at the moment" he avoided looking at his friend, just as much as he was avoiding everything else at the moment. "I… can you? Tell my teacher that I had to leave, I'm not feeling well today."
Having said that, he stood up and turned back, and leaving his food, basically untouched on the table, Lemmy left. Gordon watched his friend go, Lemmy didn't see him frown, he wasn't mad, just madly worried for his friend, as introverted as he was, Lemmy Loud could live up to his name and being a silent drone was just not who he was, so he quickly finished his sandwich and followed him.
By the time he reached his locker, Lemmy's stomach made the very reasonable argument that his friend was right, and that he should have probably eaten. It only had a banana inside of itself and it wouldn't stand by this disrespect.
Just after getting everything in his backpack and preparing to go, the pain on his stomach reminded him that he should probably go back to his tray, but he couldn't. He couldn't stand this noise for a second more. Not today.
Speaking of noise. There was a noise in particular (aside from his stomach) that bothered him before he left. Girls. Two of them specifically. Gwen Myers and Marsha Nahasapeemapetilon, the first one a light skinned biracial with chestnut colored hair the other an Indian girl every bit as dark as her brother Gordon. Both from his class, and the two girls that keep coming back no matter how many times he rejected them. He was hoping to be able to leave without dealing with them. But hey, he was hoping not to have a kid until he was 30, so why would anything in the world go as he expected?
Both of them were from his class, and both of them seemed to be as obsessed with him as they were with each other. To his knowledge, the only moments those two separated was when they went to each of their homes to sleep. To him they were like a couple of borg trying to assimilate him.
"Hey Lymy" Said Gwen hugging him from behind. Marsha in term, came from the front and got a bit too close to his personal space. "We were looking for you"
"Yeah, we were hoping you could help us with something" Marsha completed. He could tell they were trying to be alluring. They always were when it came to him. He didn't know what they saw in him, but it was easier to count the times that they were not coming onto him.
Sorry girls, the only thing that can't help you is a sanitarium Lemmy thought, but as always, he couldn't bring himself to say it. He really didn't like hurting girls' feelings. Consider it a side effect of living with almost 20 of them.
"We'll make sure you're, well rewarded" Said Gwen to his ear.
"I don't need any money"
"We weren't talking about money" said Marsha. Okay, too much. Too much.
"Hey girls" he managed to stammer out, usually he didn't sound so much like Loan, but these girls just added to the pile of discomfort for him "I don't... Can't this thing wait? I need to eh… take my aunt to the doctor"
Marsha pouted and put begging eyes behind her glasses "If I didn't know you I'd say you're trying to avoid us"
"But you wouldn't do that" Completed Gwen from behind "would you?"
"No guys I mean it, she needs to go to the doctor and I'm the only one close enough to get her there" It wasn't entirely a lie, he did need to go to the doctor with her, even if the doctor lived in his house, and had her lab in the basement.
"Really?" Gwen asked, letting him go "How come?"
He made up something about her not feeling so hot, so he was going to take her in a wheelchair to the hospital. He apologized, and hastily excused himself leaving two disappointed girls behind him. He was in such a hurry, that he didn't notice the two other people looking at him from the other end of the hall.
Getting out of school wasn't exactly hard, it wasn't the first time he did it, and the hole in the fence at the back of the school just begged for kids to escape this conformist hellhole. After leaving, he walked all the way back in the direction of the house.
It took him well over an hour to get to the bridge, but it was well over an hour in which he didn't have to listen to the incessant chatter in the background, or deal with anything but his own thoughts. Granted, those weren't too much better.
What the hell is wrong with me today? He thought as he slide down on the gravel to the dry floor and walked to one of the three arcs underneath the bridge. That question he asked himself had an answer he already knew.
He sat down on the ground, and just, looked at the ceiling for a solid minute, then at the ground, there used to be a river going under this bridge, but it dried out decades prior. Now, it was Lemmy's home away from home. A place he came to relax, away from the Lewd House, and everything else.
But he found himself just as restless as he was in the morning at the moment.
He shoved his head into his hands and with a shriek he let go of his frustrations. He had never been so stressed in his entire life. He didn't want to cry but he screamed so loudly that his throat hurt and tears pooled onto his eyes.
Noticing he was shaking, he rummaged through his backpack and took out a pack of cigarettes. He got one on his mouth and took out a zippo not soon after. He lit up the cigarette and took a long drag. Feeling the heat fill his lungs, he looked at the zippo, it was all painted black, except for the chrome 3D ornament it had on the side, a demonic skull, not too dissimilar to the one he had tattooed on his back
He felt both melancholic and nostalgic while looking at it. It was a custom lighter that he and Lupa stole together when the were younger.
Things used to be so different between them back then. Back before The Lewd House, when Lemmy toured with his mother, and found Lucy and Lupa in conventions around the country. For a musician and a writer, they did happen to coincide a lot. Which used to be good news for him, because he got to play around with Lupa.
Whenever their mother's met, Lemmy and Lupa used to be inseparable, they played together, they explored together, and inevitably, they got in trouble together. Every single city and town their mothers visited got a load of the two Loud helions.
And this lighter was a memento of what they did in Seattle. Their mothers went to a restaurant to catch up and do whatever moms of the Loud clan did together whenever you left them alone. Probably each other, who knows. In this family everything is possible.
Chunk was supposed to take care of them during their time there, but the two took any opportunity they could to escape his sight. Like that moment when he went into that smoke shop. They went around the place, and in a fit of shared impulsivity they pocketed the lighter and ran.
They had stopped over a block away, when they were sure nobody was following them. They laughed like crazy, and remarked over how neither of them believed that they had done that. With a "and now what do we do?" They decided that they would use it. That same night, they took a pack of cigarettes from Luna's back, took one each, and started smoking.
They coughed and spit and almost broke down laughing at each other. Man she was so pretty when she laughed.
After trying for hours to smoke without coughing, they decided to go back, but after getting into Luna's trailer they realized that they didn't know when they would see each other after that weekend was over, so… who was going to get the lighter?
They considered a toincoss and rock paper scissors, but Lupa came to what they felt was the better solution. Lemmy was going to take it first, then, whenever they found each other again, he would give it to her, and she would do the same to him when they found each other after that, and then they would do it again.
And four around three years they did. It was their sacred custom. Whenever they did it, they would lay down, and light a cigarette and just share stories of whatever bullshit was going on in their lives.
They used to share so much. Every bit of sadness, every bit of joy, all of it. After they got the news that they were going to live together they were ecstatic, they were going to live with their favorite siblings, in the same place. And for a while, that was the case, and one day , while exploring the roads outside the house, they found this bridge, right underneath the arc, where he was sitting, they shared a kiss.
She said it was her first. Not that it meant anything, not even a month after that, she was absorbed by his father's harem. Now she was so different, distant. If she wasn't fucking him, she was usually just doing nothing or looking mad. Or doing nothing while looking mad.
He thought that if he kissed her now, she would probably still have the taste of lincoln's balls in her mouth.
In a sudden fit of anger, he used all the strength that he could get out of his left arm and with a scream he threw the lighter against the brick wall in front of him.
Ugh
This is why he didn't like thinking about Lupa.
Fuck school, fuck the lewd house, fuck lupa, and fuck the situation I got myself in..
Speaking of which. His pity party was interrupted by his phone, he had gotten new message from. "Lil' flower", Lily, it was lily, she had put that name in herself.
-(Hey Lem!)
-(hows class going?)
(perfect. Math is the bomb)-
-(a tween liking math? Ew what a weirdo)
(this is who you got into)-
(i lowkey knew you only loved me for my body)-
-(oh hush you)
-(make sure you come home after you're done today)
-(Lis is really being really insistent about that)
-(Its not the only reason I need you here tho)
(what else is there?)-
-(Do you still fix stuff?)
(ye)-
(do you need me to fix something?)-
-(Mr Plastic stopped vibrating a while ago. I think the rotor inside is broken)
(mr plastic)-
Three seconds later, the picture of a thick white dildo appeared his phone. Well of course.
(Lupa already used this joke before)-
(It wasn't funny then, and it isn't funny now)-
-(it isnt a joke, it actually broke down.)
-(you dont' know how horny pregnant women get)
-(Know what. Screw mr plastic. I have seven months worth of fucks to take on you)
-(lets hope your bed can take it tonight)
-(Lemmy? You there)
(Sorry. Had to pay attention to something)-
(Yeah, lets hope)-
-(hmmm)
-(know what. You pay attention there and get smarter.)
-(come home as soon as you get out tho)
(I'll go after I pick up Leia from detention)-
-(She got detention? What did she do?)
(I don't know yet)-
-(then how do you know she got detention?)
(routine)-
(People call her little satan for a reason, you know?)-
-(k k you weirdo. Just come before it gets dark or Lisa is going to be mad)
-(Oh. And before I forget. This is to get you… inspired for tonight)
A few seconds after her last message, a photo appeared on his phone's screen. It was a selfie that Lily took at an angle. It showed her, with a shirt pulled up to the point that her areolas were visible, and nothing else, she was blowing him a kiss and winking.
She didn't know. She actually didn't know anything, with how little contact she maintained just to give them "the surprise", she really didn't know anything about how many things had changed in the here, hell, how much she changed things just by coming back like that. Leave it to this house to turn the prospect of getting laid into something he dreaded.
He let out a long sigh and let his face flop into his hands. Dio almighty what am I gonna do? He felt so much pressure, all his body felt like a bag of bricks, the nicotine wasn't helping at all. He felt like he could scream, maybe even cry, but for some reason, he found himself unable to.
As he moved his head back, and took his cigarette with his right hand, he looked at his left one with attention, to what? To nothing, there was nothing to look at, he was just looking for a way to stop thinking what waited for him at the house. At some point, he found a peculiar, very small red point right below his thumb. He frowned, took the cigarette back into his mouth and used his now free hand to look for a switchblade that Chunk told him to keep in his back pocket ever since he was nine.
He took the edge into his palm and dug in…
"What the fuck!"
The familiar voice startled Lemmy so much that he almost stabbed himself deeper than he intended. He looked at to the other end of the arch to see where the voice came from, and walking towards him was a kid about his age, with black skin a green shirt with a frog logo on it and his hair in dreads. It was Gordon, his friend from school.
"Lemmy the hell are you doing?"
Lemmy looked at his hand, then his approaching friend, then his hand again, and it took him a second to process why his friend seemed to be freaking out. "It isn't what it looks like"
"Then what is it?" Gordon questioned, finally getting near his friend.
"I'm taking out a pimple" Lemmy said and showed him his hand..
"Reaaaaaaly?"
"Dude i'm not trying to off myself"
"Man, after how we met. I'm not ruling it out…"
As much as people could say about Gordon at first (and second and third) glance, he was a really caring person, and considering how they met, Lemmy couldn't really blame him for being worried like this about him having a knife to his own hand.
It happened soon after the family moved to this town, Lemmy was walking over the bridge when someone made him trip. He fell, landing over one of his arms, breaking it along with his phone. Their friendship started when Gordon heard his cries and yells for help, and hastily went down to the dried riverbed to help him get up. He walked up to The Loud House, where Lana hurried to take him to the hospital. Ever since they met up again in school, they had been inseparable, for better, or like in this particular encounter, worse.
Lemmy didn't know what kind of extremely dark shit happened in his life before he met him, but Gordon seemed to have some fairly extreme reactions to anyone who even implied they were going to hurt themselves.
"Really, don't worry about it man" Lemmy answered and as Gordon sat beside him, he slid his hand on the wall behind him to get rid of the blood, then took his cigarette and used it to cauterize the small cut before it bled more.
After Lemmy left out a long breath and something that sounded like a small faint moan Gordon told him "You know, you doing that without even flinching really weirds me out"
"What? Big guy Gordon can't stand a little pain?"
"No. I can't" he openly admitted.
Lemmy rolled his eyes and asked "So. What brings you to my domain?"
Gordon looked at his friend, for a hot second before telling him "I'm worried about you man"
"Hm? What for?"
"Really? I see you acting weird for like the whole day. Then you skip classes alone (seriously what the hell man), and now I find you here 'not' cutting yourself and being all Dave?"
"I'm not!" Lemmy frowned at his friend. It was nice that he worried but... "Dave?"
"You know. You usually look all rocker it and stuff. But when you're not feeling well you dress… well, normal"
"Seriously man, thats your logic"
"Its solid logic though. When you're fine, you always dress like you act, loud and without much sense, all 'rock never dies' and stuff. And when you're not, you look like, well, a Dave." The boy looked oh so sure of himself when he said that "So You either grew a sense of style overnight (and I doubt it), or you have something hard on your mind"
"Dude I'm fine"
"C'mon, if you were any more pale you'd look like Lupa, I haven't seen you like this since that Juggalo thing"
A lump formed in Lemmy's throat. Maybe it was the fresh, sore memory of her, or maybe it was because Gordon was implying he was so pale that he looked like a corpse. Was the situation affecting him that much? In a day?
Still, he couldn't just tell him. What was he going to say? 'Oh yeah, my family is what would happen if the roman empire and the american south had twins, and those twins started making out with each other.'
"I... I don't…"
"Blink two times if someone is threatening you- I know a guy who knows a guy"
"What? No! Nobody is threatening me"
"Then why are you acting all weird?"
Should I tell him? Lemmy asked himself. He had known the boy for less than a year. But then again, that's the longest he had ever known someone around his age, that wasn't an inbred related to him. He had checked up on him ever since the accident, and quickly became his friend once they found each other in school, even if he was a grade above him. Honestly, he couldn't imagine living in this place without the boy.
Fuck it.
"I'm… I'm going to tell you" Lemmy said, looking at his friend in the eye "But you have to promise me you won't go to the police"
"Lemmy, what are our rules?" Gordon asked with such a serious tone.
"No bitch niggas, no snitch niggas"
"Then why you actin' like a bitch?"
Lemmy looked at the ground. Welp. Moment of truth.
"You…. You know what; what happens to young boys with hot teachers?"
It was just for an instant, and he moved just a millimeter, but Lemmy noticed his friend flinch.
"Was. Was it Mrs. Highbottom?"
"No…In, in that aspect I'm… homeschooled"
This time there was no subtlety, no attempt to hide it. Gordon recoiled, and Lemmy found the answer to the question 'can black people go pale?'
By the minute mark, he managed to stammer out the words "I'm sorry"
He was baffled when he was met with the answer "I'm not" Lemmy looked at his friend, and plainly continued "I'm really not. The sex with my aunt was awesome, I was looking forward to her coming back home so we could do it again. But when she came back from college she bought something with her and..."
"What is... what is it?"
"I'm going to be a dad"
It felt weird saying it at loud, in his head it sounded terrible, an ominous thing looming on the horizon, yet, coming out of his mouth it sounded like it was just another fact of life.
"I... I don't know what to say" was Gordon's response, the silence under the bridge after he said that was so great that they could hear the falling of a leaf.
How much time had passed before Lemmy broke the silence, he did not know, but when he did, he said "I don't know what to do"
"What can you do?" Gordon answered, after thinking for a second "You're twelve, you can't even flip burgers yet" every word he said seemed to give the boy more energy, as if he had found a solution to an unsolvable enigma "wait a minute, you can't even flip burgers yet. You're twelve. How can it even be yours?"
Lemmy lifted his head and looked around. He thought for a second about telling Gordon about that other peculiarity about his family. They were all extremely early bloomers. The memory of that time Luna took him and his half siblings to a waterpark four years prior came to his mind for a moment, he could clearly remember how much rear Leia had and how little her swimsuit helped her hide it, even at an age when she was supposed to be plain as a table. But still, Lemmy considered his friend's ignorant wisdom. Even if his little Lemmy (like his father's at his age) was gearing up to be pornstar-worthy, males weren't supposed to have useful sperm until later in life… and maybe dad was just the odd one out.
He knew he was probably wrong but he needed something to cling to right now.
What would she gain with pinning it on me like that then? Was his only thought for a while but to not let that uncomfortable silence return, Lemmy tried to change the topic.
"So. Why Dave?"
"Hm?"
"I mean, how did you know did you knew my middle name is David?"
Gordon didn't understand how the conversation could take such a sharp turn on mood and topic, but seeing his friends eyes, basically begging to follow along made him answer "Well… you kinda look like a Dave"
"Oh!" Lemmy answered, faux offended "So you're saying that all Daves look the same to you"
Gordon let out a honest laugh before answering that if all of them didn't look so dopey they would be easier to tell apart. For a couple of hours they kept on bantering and taking the piss out of each other, all this banter with his friend accomplished what the nicotine couldn't, because by the time he was going to leave to look for Leia, he was smiling to himself.
"So… are you going back to looking like a glam rocker's wet dream?" Gordon said following closely.
"First off, fuck you" Lemmy answered, turning back to look at his friend "Second, yes, if I'm that easy to read I need to mix up my stuff, what do you say about that?"
"I say traffic sign"
He tried to say "What" but turned back right in time to slam against a stop sign.
Lemmy called his friend an asshole while he was helping him stand, and Gordon in return kept joking about it until they reached their school. Lemmy said goodbye to his friend as he went inside to recover the little misfit that he knew he would find being in the detention room.
Fifteen minutes later they were out and calling a cab. With here there was little banter, he did ask her "what did you do this time" but asked Leia to stop immediately after she mentioned a pineapple and a stick of butter. He really didn't need to know where those went.
He really wanted to stay away for longer, but Lisa was hell on earth when she was angry, so the sooner he got home the better. Not that it took too long, while it took a while walking, in a car they got in front of The Lewd House's gates in less than ten minutes.
They wasted no time going in, when they got into the living room, they found Lily watching TV on the sofa.
"Hey guys! Look at what I learned to do" Lily said pointing at the small bowl of cereal resting atop her belly. She was using herself as a table and had a big ol' grin about it.
"God how can you be this adorable" said Lemmy without really thinking.
"It's a natural talent" She said, after eating the last of her cereal before standing up. "Now come we need to get to Lisa before she blows up a country"
Leia followed them for a moment, but swallowed hard when they opened the door to the basement, and decided to stop. If she went down she could have learned something that she really didn't want on her mind.
Lily and Lemmy however needed the information. And as soon as they entered Lisa's lab, Lily started "So…"
"...Is she going to be retarded?"
Lisa rose an eyebrow and Lily intervened "That's more crass than what I was going to say… but it boils down to that. Is she okay Lis?"
After putting some papers in the table in front of them, and asking them to take a look, Lisa answered the question "Contrary to popular belief, physical malformitiesh do not start appearing until four or five generationsh of inbreeding. Furthermore, mental failures and the like start appearing following the sheventh generation. Lemmy is only a firsht generation inbred, the probability of her developing something like that nears on zero percent, so you need not to worry." She said matter of factly in her monotone voice, then turning to Lemmy and continuing with "Unless of course you plain to breed with your spawn until you die of old age. Are you planning on that?
Lily wasted no time in replying with "Nah, but I think you could ask that to someone else in this house"
Lemmy tried not to laugh and ended up saying "She's right you know"
After rolling her eyes, Lisa continued "Anywaysh, the gene teshting showsh no sign of genetic degradation, misshing or extra genesh either. For al intedsh and purposhies, your baby should be in perfect condition"
Lily found herself smiling at the news, it was a worry that had been in the back of her mind during the entirety of her pregnancy. She was going to love the kid regardless. But there was something in the phrase "your baby should be perfect" that made her innately happy. Although that came to a halt when Lisa continued.
"However, due to your college diet, I'm afraid she may have received lessh nutrients than necessary. I will give you a recipe for a vitamin complex that you will follow day to day until childbirth. Ish that understandable?"
"Oh. Yes" Lily let out a breath that she didn't knew she was holding. She was expecting that to be more severe.
After some small talk between them, Lisa said "that will be all". They both were moving to leave Lisa to her experiments, but she asked "Lemmy, can you stay here for a second? I need help with something"
He said bye to Lily for the moment, she kneeled down and gave him a peck on the lips and whispered in his ear that she was going to be in her room waiting for him for "you know". Lemmy gulped hard, and turned back to Lisa.
"What do you need? Muscle? A guinea pig? Someone to help you filter the tears of the innocent?"
"I have machinesh for all those things, but thank you for offering" She said as stoically and plainly as everything she said "No. I needed to show you this" She said, holding a sheet of paper in front of him. It had numbers and lines and she held it there as if it was supposed to mean something. He was going to ask, but she continued "Its a paternity test"
"Oh" How the fuck did she know?
"I shupposhed that you may be stresshed and doubtful of the shituation, so I decided to relieve at leasht one of them"
"So…" Lemmy said, a suddenly cold engulfed his whole body "what...- what does it say?"
"There ish a 99.99% percent certainty that…" She dared to stop right on there to take an outrageously long and loud sip of water that seemingly had no end, she lifted a finger to tell him to wait (and that made him want to commit aunticide). She finally let out a satisfied breath before plainly said "you're the father"
He didn't distrust Lily in the slightest, even after everything. But after Gordon suggested that It may actually not be his, he wanted to hold onto that foolish notion, that way he could rest assured that this whole world of responsibility didn't rest on his shoulders.
Now all but 0.01% of that hope was crushed under that weigh.
Lisa was about to tell him something, but instead she saw her nephew look at her with a blank look on his face, and saw him leave just as soulless and emotionless. He was already on his way up the stairs when she let out a worried sigh.
For a while, he walked aimlessly through the house, until he found himself in the backyard. Looking to his side, he saw a bench, and sat on it. He let his face onto his hands and screamed on them.
He grabbed a cigarette and rummaged through his pockets once again to try and find his lighter. Having forgotten where he put it or what he did to ita, went to the kitchen to grab a box of matches. Then made his way back to the bench.
"Oh fuck no" He said, leaving the cig fall from his mouth "not you"
"C'mon Limpy, is that any way to greet your sister?" Asked Lupa, who was laying On the bench with her legs crossed, and using her tongue to fiddle with the cigarette she had in her mouth "hey, bad day, wouldn't you happen to have some fire would you?"
Lemmy rolled his eyes and cursed his good nature. He could never just bring himself to lie to one of his sisters when he had something they needed, especially if they mentioned that they had a bad day.
"Move aside" he ordered, his sister obeyed sitting at his left with her right foot still on the bench, she grabbed her knee. By how much of her cheek he could see with just a stray look, he knew that as usual she wasn't wearing anything underneath. He quickly turned to the other side and lit a match, used for a cigarette for him, and extended his hand so Lupa could light hers.
After over a minute of listening to nothing but each other drag on their cigs, Lupa decided to ask "So. What got you like this?"
He only frowned at her in response.
"What? Did your milf eat your tongue?"
He groaned, after all this time of not approaching him for anything more than chores and relied messages, she was just suddenly interested in talking to him? Seriously?
"Cut the crap Lupa" He said, so sourly that she could almost feel it burn "what do you want?"
"What is it so hard to believe that I want to talk to you?" To Lemmy's ears, her words almost sounded hurt. While usually her sisters being in pain actually made him feel hurt himself, hers just weren't reaching that spot in his heart. He had dealt with way too much bullshit that day.
"Well, it's the first time in months that you actually tried"
That seemed to shut her up. All she did for a while, was look down, even sitting down and slouching. Did that actually get to her?
"Well… I guess? Has it really been that long?"
She knew for a fact that she could tell her how long had it been to the hour, so there was no point in asking, and if he was being honest, Lemmy could see she was dreading the answer, so he stopped himself from saying it.
"Well, it's never late to try and revive old customs" she said with an awkward smile "Isn't it?"
"I guess"
"So. Do I start, or will you?"
"You I guess"
"Well, extremely shit day at school had to rush down home, just to find that almost everyone was gone except for Lis and your baby mama"
"What, couldn't get dad to get your rocks off?"
"Actually no" she said matter of factly, with no shame or doubt "had this femboner that straight up didn't let me think straight" She took another drag from her cigarette, and and after letting go of the smoke she asked "So. What about you?"
That was a rhetorical question, he thought and doubted for a second if he wanted to tell her something. After almost six whole months of only seeing her either fucking their dad or just plainly ignoring everything in her room, he didn't know if he wanted to open up to her. But decided to tell her anyways, he needed to let this out or he was going to pop a vessel.
"Well, where do I start?" He said, finally bothering to look at her "I find out that I'm going to be a dad, but almost every adult here seems to have an issue with that." He saw Lupa actually listening intently. "Then I can't concentrate in school so I leave, but now my friend thinks i'm cutting myself"
"Were you?" She turned to him faster than greased lighting.
"No! I'm not trying to kill myself!"
"Okay, okay, just checking, jeez. Keep going"
"Well, he gets in my head some weird idea that the kid may not be mine, only for me to come back here to get that beaten out of my head with a Lisa shaped bat." He was breathing heavily, increasing his talking speed with each word "And then, to put the cherry on the shit cake, when I come here to relax, I find YOU"
Lupa spat her cigarette out of surprise "The fuck you mean I'm part of your shit day"
He said too much, but the cat was out of the bag and there was no putting it back in "Because I don't want to fucking have to look at you"
"What the fuck" Lupa frowned and yelled "where did that come from?"
"Really, where? It came from every time I turn I find you either with dad's dick in you or in some other hole"
"What? You're jealous?" She said, getting defensive "it's not my fault i'm kind of an exibithionist, I just like being seen, its fun"
"Yeah, it's really fun for me looking at the girl I had a crush on getting fucked across the room"
"Whaaaaa?... Crush?" She was legit surprised, and let her mouth hang open before saying "Crush, for real? Like… those poems In your diary were… those were about me?"
"Diary?" Lemmy's mind shot back to that morning. The book he left on the ground before going to school… "You were on my room?"
"I… I didn't know" She said "why did you never tell me?"
"Because it was obvious!" He said, Lemmy took a big breath and continued "Lacy figured it out two days after I did! Freaking LACY! She uses velcro shoes because shoelaces are too complicated!"
"I… I didn't notice" She looked down, blankly.
"Of course you didn't, you were too busy moaning your ears deaf"
Lupa, looked at her brother in shame for a hot minute, she honestly didn't know he felt that bad about it. He was frowning and looking up as he smoked. He was mad. And she could see why. While her day was completely different, she had a stressful day too. So a wicked idea came to her, if he crushed on her for that long then...
She moved on the bench so her body faced him, and with the best smug smile she could muster, she said "Say… I know you're stressed. I've been stressed today too" That smile was shaky and fragile but she didn't show it "I know a way we both can relax"
She spread her legs and lifted her skirt, giving him a full look of her sex. Lemmy had never seen her this close, or up front. Even when she was naked she only saw her in passing, and from behind. Still, he didn't feel particularly happy at the sight.
"Are you really doing this?"
"C'mon, it's not as if you've never done it before. I can't exactly can call you limpy anymore, can I?"
He just didn't say anything, If he did something inside could break and...
"We both know you need this as much as I do"
Nevermind. Lemmy stood up suddenly and turned off his cigarette on his palm he yelled "Know what Lenore. If you need it so fucking much why don't you go fuck yourself?" and stormed off inside the house.
He went through the kitchen and up the stairs, walked up to his room and slammed his door closed. Lemmy wasted no time before throwing himself in bed and screaming into a pillow. After punching his bed a few times, he noticed a vibration in his left pocket. Someone was messaging him.
He wanted to throw the phone out the window, but once the tune of "Welcome To The Jungle" started sounding, he knew exactly who it was, and quickly opened his message tab. It was "LL3" again.
-(I could hear you come up from a mile away)
-(You sound mad)
-(Like really, really mad)
-(If you want me to help you relax, you know you can always pump your frustrations into me)
-(Want me to help you?)
The last message ended on a heart emoticon. Know what, fuck Lupa. He thought, as he walked out of the room. If he was going to do someone, he would be with someone he knew gave a fuck. In the hall, he went up to the first door at his right, and knocked.
"Its open" he heard his sister say.
He opened the door, the room was dark, but he could still see her blond hair and wide smile. She was already topless, and waiting for him sitting on her bed. "Come" she instructed, he closed the door behind him, and obeyed.
As he undressed, he thought, finally, something good is happening today.
I did almost everything I wanted to do with this chapter, thats why it ended up being this long. The only thing I couldn't do, was, well, end it. There was supposed to be a whole part after this where we went through the events of the same day from Lupa's perspective. That is still coming, but I will publish it as it's own chapter. So you'll get "Chapter 3: All About Change Side B (or "The BS Life of Lupa Loud")" In just a few days. Until then, have a good one.
