Ok, so I'm gonna hold off on the main plot for a while. I'm still trying to think of how the plot should work and progress, so until them I'm going to write some stories about Colins interactions with his sisters. Enjoy.

Colin walked out of the basement on Saturday morning, tired from the long week he had just had. He rarely had ever attended school in San Diego, and when he did, he hardly ever bothered to do his homework. That wasn't the case anymore. He had to write a 2 page paper about himself, finish a his civics worksheet, and do math problems out of the book.

"How am I gonna do all of this?" he thought out loud as he poured himself a glass of orange juice from the fridge. "I guess I do have all weekend, though. Might as well start-"

"Good morning."

"GOD DA-" he yelled as Lucy surprised him from behind. "Lucy! You know I hate it when you sneak up on me!"

"Sorry," she said in her average, monotonous voice. "It's a habit. I need your help, Colin."

He turned to face her. "My help? With what?"

"I'm writing another poem, and I need inspiration. You're perfect, considering the title of it."

"What's the title, happiness?" He sarcastically asked.

"The title, is Loneliness."

"Gee, thanks," he said, slightly weirded out and insulted. "So, what do I need to do?"

"It's simple. Just do what you usually do every day. I'll just observe."

"Umm, okay?"

The rest of the day, Colin did his usual thing. He ate his breakfast, watched TV (after checking to see if the glass was really there or not,) went to the courts to shoot hoops, and did his homework. But the whole time, Lucy was standing or sitting beside him. At the end of the day, after getting back to the house, ghe asked her:

"So, did you get enough inspiration for the poem?"

"Not yet. I need you to do something extremely depressing and heartbreaking. Then I might have enough."

"Ummm," he said as he tried to think of something really sad and depressing. "How about I, uhhh..."

"Nevermind," she said suddenly. "You trying to think of something is depressing enough." With that, she went up to her room as Colin went back down to the basement, more confused than he had been In the morning.

Monday...

"WAKE UP, KIDS! WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!"

"Uhhhhhhngh..." Colin said as he checked his alarm clock the family had bought him when he got stuck here.

"7:55?! I'M GONNA BE LATE!" he cried out as he got dressed and ran upstairs to mass confusion in the living room.

"Oh my god, Bobby, we are TOTALLY going to be late!"

"According to my calculations, we have approximately 3.43 minutes to get out oof our driveway before we can be considered late. Taking in the fact that..."

"Sorry, Clyde, we're running late for school. Lincoln Loud, out."

Colin asked, "Has anyone seen my backpack?" But no one was paying attention to him. He finally found his backpack, his English paper on top of it from the work he had done last night. Not looking at it, he shoved all the papers into his backpack and ran out the door to the car.

Later in the day, he walked into english class, confident that his paper would get him his first A in the class.

"Now to proofread before presenting!" He said as he got his paper out to fix mistakes.

"Oh, no."

Instead of his paper, he stared down at a piece of poetry. The title read, "Loneliness, by Lucy Loud"

"God damn it!" He swore under his breath as he put the paper face down on his desk. "Maybe I can get lucky and read tommorow! Yeah, that's what's gonna-"

"Colin, would you like to read first?"

"Oh god," he mumbled as he stood up. "I'm done for."

He read the poem, trying to make it sound less dark and gloomy than it was. Say what he might about Lucy, colin had no doubt she was a terrific poet.

"Well, um, that was... interesting, Colin. A different way to look at your life, through poetry, nonetheless. I'm giving you an B Plus."

Colin, pleasantly surprised that his presentation wasn't a train wreck, survived the rest of the day. After school, he walked back to the house, where Lucy was waiting for him on the front steps.

"You took my poem."

"Sorry, Lucy, but I was in a hurry to get to the car, and I grabbed the wrong-"

"What grade did you get on it?"

Colin, slightly taken aback, said, "Uhh, B plus I think."

"-sigh- once again, my style of writing is not A plus material. Still, I wouldn't have the poem anyway without you. So thanks."

"No problem..." he said as she walked upstairs.

"I'm never going to understand her," Colin said as he walked back to the basement, ready for another day of whatever the Loud House brings him.