Saying that the story is long is not incorrect, but inaccurate. What did the mother tell her daughter? Practically the story of her life. The mother was too young when everything happened, but it might as well be an adult drama; because that's exactly what it is: a love story.

The neighborhood was aware that the Loud house was the noisiest house of all, and there was little they could do about it. The ten girls that lived there were constantly fighting, and stopping their arguments was as easy as putting attention to all the classes at school: nearly impossible.

However, one afternoon there wasn't any noise. No one could explain this sudden silence, but they were thankful about it. Inside the house, the sisters looked very sad and devastated. Others looked overwhelmed by desperation, and even when no one messed with the others, the tension in the room was so strong you could cut it with a knife. And as they looked sad, one person walked through the door to never come back.

This situation lasted for months, but ultimately things returned to normal with screams, noise and all that. The discussion topic was left behind, and peace was restored for the years coming.

Until one day, everything changed…

Luan walked all around the kitchen; she practiced her jokes at the time she prepared some cakes she recently baked.

"The cream looks good," she said, taking a little bit of cream with her finger and tasting it. "The vanilla is good, and the chocolate chips with flavor hahaha."

She carried several lots of them around the house; she wanted to taste all the flavors to see which one was better. She didn't stop baking until she considered there were enough; after a long day in the kitchen she was finally done. Taking the last lot she walked out of the kitchen, but…

BLAM!

"Ow! Careful, Luan!" a voice cried from the other side of the cakes.

"Sorry, Lory, didn't see you." Luan said. Lory cleaned the cream off her clothes while glaring angrily at her sister.

"You better watch where you're going, Luan, or I'm gonna turn you into…"

"Yeah, yeah, same old human pretzel shit, blah blah. I'm leaving, ok?"

Trying to kill her with her glare, Lori went into the kitchen. The comedian noticed she still didn't have her cell phone with her. This happened since the 'incident'... no, no use in going back to those days. Leaving the topic behind, Luan picked the cakes that survived her sister; she carefully took them upstairs and walked to her room.

Luna was there tuning her guitar; the expression in her face told that she wasn't in the mood for playing.

"Hey, Luny, what's up?"

The rockstar lifted her gaze up to her, not changing her deadpan expression. "You know better than anyone that I don't play anymore." She sighed. "And if I happen to do it, you can be bloody sure I'm not enjoying it… not like before…"

She's been like this for quite some time now. Not wanting to dig on it any further, Luan desisted in trying to cheer up her sister. Instead, she began to accommodate the cakes on the table. Luna sighed again, she took her phone, put on her headphones, and, hitting the play button to later close her eyes and let the music blast.

In another part of the house, Lucy was hiding from the others. The basement was a dark, disgusting place for everyone, but for her, who found interest in that sort of place, it was just perfect. The gothic tried to find something to get inspiration for her poetry, but a sigh not coming from her (this time) caught her attention. Lucy searched the source of the sound by entering the vents and crawling her way to her room. There she spotted Lynn, her jock roommate, bouncing her ball against the wall. Lucy got out of the ducts and walked towards her.

"Are you ok, Lynn?" she asked.

When they were kids. they used to get jumpscared by the sudden appearance of her sister in the least expected moment. This time, however, Lynn was too distracted to react. Or maybe she just got used to it.

"Hm… I don't know, Luce; I don't feel like doing anything. I can't forget anything, no matter how much I try." Lynn answered.

Lucy, too, was affected by the 'incident', but she knew it hit harder on the others.

"Well, you can try and think of something else but…" she tried to lift the mood, even when that was so unlike her. "If you want, you can come with me; let's go downstairs and get some shakes. Don't be sad, things will get better."

Lynn took an odd look at her sister; Lucy might act like she doesn't care about anything or even be cold sometimes. But being roommates for so long, she knew her words came from the heart. Smiling, she got off the bed. A shake actually sounded nice.

"I thought you were supposed to dislike feelings and stuff," Lynn commented. "Why are you trying to cheer me up?"

"Because if I don't, you may take my rol here."

Lynn chuckled. "Haha, not a chance."

They walked down the stairs, already tasting the sweet chocolate and the whipped cream of the shakes. They saw the twins approaching them; Lola seemed to be angry, while Lana walked behind her like apologizing for something. They pushed their way between Lucy and Lynn and got inside their room. The sisters looked at

each other and shrugged, continuing their walk to the kitchen.

"Please Lola! Tell me why are you angry now?" Lana asked.

"You know why, Lana! I caught you talking with him again!"

Her twin's words pierced through her heart like a bullet. It was true she kept in contact with that person, but she didn't imagine she'd be rejected by the sister she's more attached to just for that. She was caught recently, and if there was something Lana regretted, was not being careful enough.

"I knew you were full of shit when I asked you why you were taking long showers! 'I want to be cleaner;'" she mimicked her sister's voice. "You've ain't never been clean, Lana. Ever!"

"At least give me my phone back…" Lana grabbed her twin's hand in an effort to stop her.

"NEVER!" Lola yelled, causing Lana to flinch a little. "And leave me alone!"

Not uttering any other word, Lola walked towards the door; she angrily walked fast, but not enough to avoid looking at her sister's watery eyes.

"You want to talk with him too." Lana muttered. "You miss him just as much as I do, no matter how much you try to deny it."

Lola stopped when the door was halfway open. She stood there for a few seconds; Lana expected her to turn around and let out all those emotions she's been bottling up.

But she didn't. Lola sighed before walking out the room, closing the door behind her. Lana sat on the floor, hugging her knees as she cried silently.

"Ribbit ribbit"

She lifted her gaze and in front of her was her pet frog, who jumped to the top of her knees.

"Oh, Hopps Jr. what can I do? His absence hurts…"

"Ribbit."

The amphibious shot its tongue towards her cheek, which was its way to show affection towards its owner. Lana smiled and took the frog; she began to pet it, mainly to calm herself, but it soon fell asleep. She got on her feet and walked towards the frog's habitat; she had to buy a new one, since it had grown a lot over the years. She placed it carefully and watched it sleep.

"Watch him again… I don't know if that's a good idea but… I really want to."

With that thought in mind, and just like her 20 years old twin, she sank into her own depression and the pains of love.