The Loud Houses

by 364wii

AU. Two Loud families go on adventures in this collection of Family Bonding, love between two families and bonding between two families. OC/Loud Siblings This is a Oneshot collection. LOUD HOUSE REWRITE!

29. Cover Girls

"Come on, you call that a challenge? Is that all you've got?!" Ronnie Anne teased, biting her tongue as she narrowed her eyes in intense focus, "I thought you were better than this!"

"Not so fast, you mockery of the mundane, Lame-tte." Luis countered, his voice tinged with a blend of frustration and admiration. He felt utterly engulfed by the fiery spirit of this girl, her technique sharp and formidable. With each move, he fought back, wrestling against the shadows of defeat that loomed over him, beads of perspiration marking his brow like raindrops in an eternal storm, "I was prepared to grant you mercy, but the time for leniency has faded into the abyss!"

"Too late, Luis!" Santiago declared with a smirk, clutching the joystick like it was the key to victory. She was ready to unleash her ultimate super move. She always knew how to push his buttons and, even better, her own! "Get ready, 'cause here comes the super move!"

"No, no, no…" Luis winced, fighting against the engulfing shadows of defeat, refusing to yield to the girl's deft fingers and fluid motions, which seemed to mock him from the abyss.

"TOTAL KNOCKOUT!" The arcade cabinet blared, its garish lights flickering like the dying embers of a long-forgotten flame, illuminating the vanquished Luis. He sighed, turning his head slowly to meet Ronnie Anne's gaze, her expression imbued with a smug superiority that cut deeper than any blade.

"Hey, Luis, you finally getting it? I told you I'm the queen of Super Mega Brawlers Turbo Fighters: Arcade Edition!" There it was, just like he thought—her brow raised, that mischievous smirk, and that totally over-the-top sense of confidence. Luis wasn't about to let her have the last word, though.

"You barely escaped the abyss this time, Ronnie!" Luis rose from the shadows, fingers wrapping around the joystick with an intensity born of both determination and a touch of darkness. "Let's continue this battle, best-of-101! The night is endless, and so is my desire for vengeance!"

"Luis, come on! You don't even have any more quarters!" Ronnie said with a smirk. Luis rolled his eyes, feeling a mix of annoyance and disappointment that she was totally right, "Ugh, fine! I guess I got a bit carried away. But hey, it's getting kinda late. Let's just save the rest of the fun for tomorrow!"

The two skaters departed from Gus' Game and Grub, snickering and making small talk about their day as they walked home side by side. Luis never would have imagined that the person who once bullied and harassed him would become one of his closest friends. It felt great to hang out with someone who enjoyed lot of the stuff he liked.

"And that's how I came to bear this scar on my elbow. Johnny was a blubbering mess for hours that day, but at least he grasped the darkness of his mistake—pushing toddlers around in shopping carts like they were mere playthings." Luis chuckled morbidly as he recounted this tale from his shadowy past to Ronnie Anne, the flickering candles of memory dancing like ghosts in the night.

"Dang, that's pretty brutal! Hilarious, but totally brutal!" Ronnie Anne laughed, her eyes shining with amusement at Luis's past misadventures. As they neared the street corner, the kids slowed their pace, wanting to savor the time together before heading home for the day.

"Ah, the shadows of the evening beckon to me, for I've acquired a fresh Spawn comic, the perfect companion for a night steeped in darkness. What intrigues await you this night, Ronnie?" Luis asked, his voice laced with a somber curiosity.

"Naaah, I'm totally wiped out right now. Must be from showing you all up at the arcade all day!" Ronnie snickered, smirking at Luis. He just rolled his eyes. "I think I'm gonna bail for the night. Catch you later!"

Ronnie Anne rounded the corner and suddenly froze, her instincts kicking in. She glanced over her shoulder, scanning the area to make sure it was all clear. Not a single person in sight down either end of the sidewalk. Perfect.

With a mischievous grin, she turned back and launched herself at the white-haired boy, wrapping her arms around him in a quick but tight hug. Luis looked totally caught off guard but didn't push her away. In that brief moment, Ronnie Anne felt like she was on top of the world. Pulling back with a playful smirk, she tossed her hair and shot him a teasing wink, "Catch you later, lame-o!"

Luis observed the little Latina vanish into the shadows of the street, a sly smirk lingering on her lips, a fleeting spark of mischief in a world draped in darkness.

Her legs felt like jelly after that epic moment they shared. That guy was just too cool, making her feel all kinds of awesome things. Next time they hit the arcade, she's totally ready to mop the floor with him—bring it on!

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-The Next Day at The Velazquest House-

The next morning, we are in Delilah's room. Delilah woke to the bleating of the alarm on her bedside table. The room was dark save for a sliver of early light falling through the window. She rolled over, slapped the off button, she started to fall back asleep, but suddenly she was woken up by the sound of the door slamming open, followed by.

"YO, JOHNNY! TIME TO RISE AND SHINE! WE'RE CRAVING THOSE PANCAKES!"

The voices were male, and Delilah felt her inside go deeper inside her as she cringed.

Her brothers were up.

She got up and looked out of her room to the room of her brothers Johnny and Luis.

Johnny had to deal with not just one but two little cute terrors.

Larry and Charlie Velazquest.

"CANNONBALL!" Larry shouted with his trademark enthusiasm.

With a mischievous grin, he and his twin brother launched an epic sneak attack on their favorite chef, charging in like a couple of wild tornadoes. This was bound to be a legendary battle of culinary chaos and let me tell you—it was like watching a pair of Baby Hulk smashers in action.

Boom! The full force of their pint-sized bodies slammed into his stomach, and Johnny shot straight up like a toaster popping out a perfectly toasted bagel. Clutching his belly like it was the last slice of pizza on a Friday night, Johnny exclaimed, "Whoa! "Okay, I'm up! Jesus, you two got heavier! Sweet merciful chili dogs, did you guys put on some muscle or what?"

Honestly, it felt like he was hit by a bus driven by a grumpy old man—and those kids just might be the cause of his next midlife crisis.

Charlie and Larry exchanged cheeky grins before reaching for one of their brother's hands. Together, they playfully tugged him downstairs, their laughter echoing off the walls as they made their way to the chaos of the living room.

Delilah watched the twins drag Johnny away and couldn't help but chuckle, "Well, since I'm up, might as well hit the bathroom."

She stepped out into the hall and stopped short at the door. Confused, she said, "Weird, there's no line for the bathroom?" After knocking and hearing nothing, she pushed the door open. Once inside, she was about to freshen up when she spotted someone in the mirror.

"Oh shoot, my bad! I thought nobody was in here—Wait, hold up!?" Delilah gasped, staring at her reflection. She looked older! She dashed out of the bathroom, grabbed a pencil off her desk, and measured herself. Girl shot up from 4'0 to 5'4 just like that!

She dashed back into the bathroom, peering down at her orange flannel plaid pajamas. What the... she checked her chest—everything seemed different. Then she glanced at her rear and shook it playfully.

Panic set in as she bolted to her bedroom, locked the door, and let out a scream of horror.

Her brothers, hearing the commotion, rushed to her door, banging on it in a panic, "Delilah! What's going on?!" They all yelled.

Leo banged on the door, the metal resonating with urgency, "Yo, Delilah! We heard you scream! You in there? The door's locked, sis! You good or what?" He leaned in closer, concern etched on his face, hoping for a response.

"Hey, are you okay? Did you have a scary dream or something?" David asked, sounding a bit worried.

"Hey there, do you want some water?" Tommy asked, his voice floating like a melody, "I could quench your thirst like a sweet symphony, you know? So take a sip, don't stop believing! It's like 'Watermelon Sugar' when you're parched! Let's stay refreshed and sing the blues away!"

"Hey, Johnny whipped up some pancakes and I totally got some warm milk here! Are you, like, super hungry or what?" Charlie asked worried about his big sister.

"Hey there, big sis! You good?" Larry asked with his sounding worried while trying to open her door.

For a minute it was quiet. They worried them.

Delilah took a deep breath and said, "Hey, y'all, I'm good. I appreciate the concern, for real, but what I really need is for someone to go grab mom."

Frankie furrowed his brow in contemplation and asked, "Might I inquire as to why you require our mother, dear sister?"

Delilah felt her cheeks heat up at the question. After she pulled out her favorite orange shirt and blue overalls, ready to switch things up. But as she stripped off her sleepwear and tried to put on the overalls, she got stuck halfway and was like, "Nah, this ain't working."

She huffed, wondering if she really grew that much, 'For real? Did I really shoot up like that?'

Peeking her head out of her room, she called out, "Yo, can someone grab mom? Tell her I need some bigger clothes—like, from her closet or something!"

They didn't know why their sister was asking them this, but they all nodded and rushed downstairs to grab their mom and some of their mom's spare clothes.

While Delilah waited, she flopped down on her bed, "Aight, Delly, you got what you wished for; you ain't a twig no more... Should've asked for some electric powers instead, for real."

They came back quick with their mom and a couple of outfits. Her mom stepped in and told the boys to chill out while she sorted things out. Delilah wasn't really feeling the fact that she had to wear her mom's clothes; they just weren't her vibe. But hey, she was used to hand-me-downs her whole life, so it didn't bug her too much.

As Elizabeth closed the door behind her, she found Delilah sprawled out on the bed, burying her face into the pillows. Her body was tense, each muscle a clear sign that her daughter was still caught in the grip of anxiety. With a soft sigh, she eased herself onto the bed beside Delilah, laying on her side, her gaze warm and maternal.

"Come here, baby." Elizabeth whispered, her hand gently gliding across Delilah's back, soothing the knots and tension she felt beneath her fingertips. Years of being a mother to eleven children and working as a psychologist had trained her well in the art of comfort, especially during stormy emotional times like this.

Elizabeth understood that this wasn't their first dance with overwhelmed feelings. They both had plenty of experience assisting others through their struggles, yet it was a different challenge when it came to comforting one of her own. It was a new level of care she needed to provide, especially now with the changes Delilah was navigating—and what those changes could mean for her sons.

As Delilah's emotions soaked into the pillow, she gradually inched closer to her mother until Elizabeth could wrap her arms around her. The steady rhythm of her heartbeat and the warmth of her embrace created a safe cocoon, allowing Delilah to breathe a little easier. After a moment, she felt her daughter's arms encircle her in return, their connection firm and nurturing.

Neither of them cared about the ticking clock, for in moments like this, time was irrelevant. Elizabeth understood that healing was not a quick fix; it required patience and love. After what felt like a comforting eternity, she gently lifted Delilah's chin with her hand, guiding her to meet her gaze.

"You doing alright, sweet pea?" Elizabeth asked, her voice laced with warmth and reassurance. The connection they shared was deep, one that transcended words yet still begged for clarity and understanding.

"A whole lot better, thanks, Ma." Her voice came out soft and low, barely cutting through the quiet vibe that filled the space around them.

"As long as you ain't slipping backwards." She rested her cheek gently on her daughter's forehead, casting a wary glance toward the door, that mama instinct kicking in, wondering if their talk was really just between them, "Now, you think you can head back out there?"

She felt her arms tighten around her, holding on a bit stronger, her head shaking just a little—it's the best she could manage while leaning on Delilah like that.

"Yo, Mom, hold up! I gotta holla at you before I head out there." Delilah said, tapping her foot impatiently.

"Baby, you know you can share whatever's on your heart with me, right?" Elizabeth said gently, her voice warm and reassuring, "I'm here to listen and help you through it all."

Delilah let out a quick breath and tried to steady herself, "Look, I know I've shot up like a weed. I'm not just some skinny twig anymore. Honestly, I'm kinda worried about how folks are gonna treat me. It's been one thing being a tomboy, but now? I feel like I'm about to get messed with just 'cause of this." she said, gesturing to her body with a mix of concern and defiance.

Elizabeth chuckled softly, her heart warm with understanding as she saw how much her little girl had grown, "Baby girl, I totally get what you're feeling. I'm a woman too, and I remember those moments. How about we turn this day around with a little girls' day out? We can hit the mall, pick out some fabulous outfits, and maybe grab some Burpin' Burger for a nice one-on-one chat. Just us, bonding and enjoying each other's company."

Delilah blinked, caught off guard by her mom's surprise offer. She was cool with her mom chilling with her, but she didn't expect it to come out of nowhere like that, "For real? I mean, yeah, I'm down! But what about my brothers, though? You think they're gonna act all weird? I mean, look at me, Mom."

Elizabeth gently pulled her hand back to her daughter's cheek, her touch warm and reassuring. With a soft, rhythmic motion, she traced her thumb in a slow circle over the delicate skin, leaning in to place her cheek against Delilah's head in a uniquely comforting embrace, "Sweet pea." she said, her voice rich with love and understanding, "I promise you, your brothers are gonna love you just the way you are. That's not gonna change. But whenever you're ready, we'll have our special mother-daughter time. I'm here for you." She could feel Delilah relax against her, sensing the subtle shift in her daughter's tension. But Elizabeth knew it was important to let Delilah set the pace, to speak up when she felt ready.

Delilah got real quiet for a minute, then finally spoke up, "Aight, I'm ready. Ain't no way I can stay up here forever. I gotta face my brothers." She sat up slowly, letting Elizabeth slide off her as she felt ready, "And for real, I can't just leave my brothers hangin' like that. They'd be lost without me, you know? Lil' smirk popped on her face as she added, "They're totally helpless without their sister around."

"Alright now, let's go check on everybody, honey." Elizabeth said as she stood up, smoothing down her dress before heading to the door, "You know how important it is to know how our people are doing. Let's see what's on their minds today."

With a quick nod from Delilah, Elizabeth swung the door open, "Yo, Mom, you—... Oh dang, y'all still here?" Delilah exclaimed, eyes wide as she caught sight of all her brothers still chillin' in the same spot, "Y'all been sittin' here this whole time?"

"No!" Leo exclaimed, his voice charged with a mix of urgency and determination, "I'm just saying there's no way that's the case!" He was quick to back himself up, ready to roll out the defense.

Delilah shutting the door behind her not sure what to say to her brothers.

The mother of 11 sighed, rubbing her forehead as she took a moment to gather her thoughts. Juggling her bustling household could feel like a whirlwind at times, but she knew that every challenge was just a part of the journey. As a psychologist, she was used to finding solutions in chaos, but dealing with her sons required a special kind of patience and understanding. With a deep breath, she straightened her shoulders, ready to guide them through whatever was on their minds today.

"Hey, little sis! Looks like your wardrobe's got you 'Feelin' Good' in your 'Fancy' world, but 'Like a Rolling Stone,' it seems you've outgrown everything! Time to 'Shake It Off' and get some new threads, right?" Tommy said with a grin, his excitement for music shining through.

"Whoa, you've got a point! Delilah is totally bigger now! Do you think she's been on a diet or something?" David asked, his eyes wide in surprise.

"Man... I think I finally hit puberty or something. I seriously need to go shopping for some fresh threads." Delilah said to her brothers, tugging on the sleeves of her mom's shirt that was definitely feeling too snug.

"Do not be afraid, dear sister. At your tender age, it is entirely natural for girls to experience the changes of puberty. You are merely undergoing the journey of growth, and as time passes, your body will mature and blossom into that of a woman." Frankie articulated with a sense of wisdom beyond his years.

"Delilah was merely a seed once, lost in the shadow of her own existence. But now, she has blossomed into a captivating flower, a haunting beauty amidst the darkness." Luis murmured.

Delilah raised an eyebrow, slightly taken aback by her brother's reaction. "Ayo, so how you feel about your sister now?"

Charlie squinted, his brow furrowed as he scratched his head, "Wait, what are you talking about, big sis?"

Delilah shrugged, rolling her eyes playfully, "I mean, I ain't the same, ya know? I'm just different now."

"Um, well, I guess you, uh, got taller now, so we can't really call you 'little' sister anymore, heh. I'm sorry if that's, um, a bit too much? But you'll always be my baby sister, no matter how big you get! I love you! I just hope it doesn't, like, scare you that I said that. I really didn't mean to, um, freak you out or anything! Eek! I guess I'll just have to 'height' my feelings a little more, huh? I'm so sorry if I'm being silly!"

"Hey, Delly! You're still the same awesome you, just, you know, bigger now! It's like you leveled up or something!" Charlie exclaimed with a chuckle, grinning ear to ear.

"Yeah! This is gonna be epic! Delilah totally transformed into Super Delilah!" Larry exclaimed, bouncing around like he just drank a ton of soda. His signature child enthusiasm.

"It's-a Me, Mario!" Sammy said while in Johnny's arms.

"Hey, sis, don't you worry, 'cause you know 'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger!' No matter how you switch it up, you'll still be my 'sister, sister'—the one who makes my heart sing! You've got that 'good vibe' energy, and just like a classic track, you'll always be in my 'playlist.' So, no matter the look, 'you're simply the best' in my eyes!" Tommy sung and smiled at his sister.

"Well, I don't know about the whole love thing." Johnny quipped, smirking at his little sister like he'd just cracked the world's best joke, "I mean, I like you and all—you're tolerable, like that weird sock you can't find the match for—but 'love'? Nah, let's pump the brakes on that one, sister!"

Delilah couldn't believe her brother's reaction, "Y'all dead serious? Ain't nothing changed?"

"Yo, Shortie! Check it out, you're looking more beautiful than ever! That means we gotta step up our game keeping those boys at bay. But hey, you're a big girl now—you can totally handle chasing off anyone who ain't Lincoln!" Leo said with a playful grin.

Sammy clapped and sung, "Hey there, Delilah, what's it like in New York City? I'm a thousand miles away, but girl, tonight you look so pretty Yes, you do Times Square can't shine as bright as you, I swear it's true."

"I daresay I represent the sentiments of us all when I express that, dear sister, nothing has truly altered." Frankie remarked with a touch of gravity.

Elizabeth chuckled softly at her son's honest observation. It was a reality check, and she knew it was true. With Delilah blossoming into a young woman, she needed proper guidance—thankfully, as her mother, Elizabeth was more than ready to step into that role. The coming years would usher in some significant changes for Delilah. She may still carry that essence of her 'snow princess,' but her growth was undeniable—tall and graceful, with her feminine features starting to emerge.

There was a distinct difference between the bony little girl who once tripped over her own feet and the young lady she was becoming. That little plushness was developing where it should, and her curves were definitely becoming noticeable. It wouldn't be long before the boys started to come around in droves, eager to catch a glimpse of her smile. Delilah was the complete package—a sweet, kind-hearted girl who could throw down in a video game, get lost in comics, and geek out over anime and sci-fi. She was bound to be the dream girlfriend for so many young men!

With her husband and sons, Elizabeth knew they were going to have to put in some serious work to keep those hopeful boys in check. But there was one boy who would definitely be on the exception list: Lincoln Loud. That one was going to be interesting to navigate!

Delilah was feeling a whole lot better knowing how her brothers felt about everything. She suddenly dove in and pulled them all into a big bear hug, catching them off guard and making them crack up.

"I'm so glad y'all feel that way, for real! You're the dopest brothers ever. I love y'all so much!" Delilah said, grinning and getting a little misty-eyed.

The boys nodded, knowing Delilah needed that extra support as she navigated her growth. Pretty soon, they were all wrapped up together in a tight group hug, bringing her the comfort she needed.

After Elizabeth finished snapping those adorable pictures of her kids, she took a moment to soak in all that joy. Her heart was so full. Then she turned to Delilah, her good friend, and said, "Alright, let's hit the mall!" With that, they hopped into Elizabeth's car, ready for their little adventure. As a psychologist, Elizabeth always knew how important it was to take time for themselves too, sharing laughter and some retail therapy. After all, self-care is just as crucial as caring for the little ones.

-A bit after Delilah and Elizabeth left-

Luis was startled in his dimly lit room, torn from the depths of a haunting video on YouTube to a FaceTime call with Ronnie Anne.

"Hey." he replied, his voice laced with a hint of melancholy, "What's up?"

"Where's your sister?" Ronnie Anne shot out, her expression totally poker-faced, like she was ready to tackle whatever mystery was going on.

Luis blinked slowly, then let out a dramatic sigh.

"Ah, how delightful to be graced by your presence." Luis drawled, "What dark mysteries have unfolded in your life? As for Delilah, she's out with our mother, indulging in the mundane task of acquiring new garments—apparently, she experienced quite the growth spurt today."

"Ugh, I need to talk to a girl, Lame-o." She rolled her eyes. "Just hand me Lori's number already!"

With a frustrated exhale, Luis closed his video, running a dark hand through his tousled hair as he sifted through his contacts in search of Lori's number.

"Here it is." He murmured, sending the number over, "Lori's number."

"Thanks, Lame-o." Ronnie replied, a snicker lacing his voice before abruptly ending the call. Luis sat there in the dim glow of his screen, a heavy fog of confusion settling in his mind.

-Seconds later at The Loud House-

Lori and Leni were lounged on the couch in the living room, each glued to their phones.

"Ooh! You won't believe it! My last post hit 100 likes! Total record! Check it out!" Lori exclaimed, waving her phone in front of Leni.

"Wow, super cute! You've totally found your best angle." Leni replied, giving Lori an approving nod.

"Thanks! I mean, not to brag or anything, but I literally think I've pretty much mastered the selfie game." Lori said, scrolling through her feed like a pro.

Just then, Lori's phone buzzed with an incoming call from a number she didn't recognize. Curious, she answered it, "Hello?"

"Hey, Lori? Is that you?" came a light voice through the speaker, "Are you there?"

Lori was totally confused. Wasn't that Ronnie Anne, Luis's friend? "Yeah, but I'm literally—" Just then, Ronnie requested a FaceTime. Lori quickly accepted the request, but she noticed something flicker across Ronnie's face that kicked her big sister instincts into gear. "—unless you want some girl talk?" she added, trying to keep things light and fun.

"Um, yeah sure, can we talk someone private?" Ronnie asked, "Meet me at Ketcham Park. Lori nodded and bid Leni farewell before hoping into Vanzilla driving to Ketcham Park.

-Later at Ketcham Park-

After parking Vanzilla, Lori strolled over to the park and spotted Ronnie Anne waving from a bench. She took a deep breath and plopped down beside her.

"So, um," Lori started, a bit awkwardly, "Did Bobby totally forget I'm dating Leo—"

"No!" Ronnie Anne interjected suddenly, her cheeks turning bright red, "This isn't about that... that thing from last time!"

"Okay? Not that I'm complaining," Lori replied, relieved they didn't have to rehash that drama. "So, what's up? What do you need to talk about?"

"It's about puberty." Ronnie Anne mumbled under her breath.

Lori blinked for a moment, a look of confusion plastered across her face, "Wait, what do you mean—?"

Ronnie rolled her eyes, exasperated, "It's about puberty, okay! I-I'm having my period!" 'Seriously, why does everything have to get so complicated all of a sudden?'

Lori's brain hit the brakes when she heard the word "puberty." Her heart raced as she connected the dots, "Whoa, whoa! Does anyone else know about this?" She asked, her mind spiraling into overdrive.

"No way! I didn't tell anyone. Ugh, I can't talk about this with my family!" Ronnie flopped her head onto Lori's lap, exasperated. "My mom will freak out, my aunt will be a total mess, Carlota will go into big sister mode, and Grandma will start throwing all those weird remedies at me! I can't have them goin' off the rails. I just need some help from a girl, you know?"

Lori leaned in with a warm smile, her hand softly sweeping back Ronnie's hair, "It's ok, you gonna be fine."

Ronnie stared up, sounding a bit frustrated, "Look, you're 17 and you've totally been through this before. Can you just help me out a little? I really need some expert advice here!"

"I wouldn't say I'm an expert on puberty or anything." Lori said with a playful giggle, "But I literally went through it myself! Getting taller and dealing with acne? Yikes! That was definitely not the funnest time in my life!"

"Look, anyone normal will do, and you know I'm talking to the most normal one out of you Louds—no offense! I just hope I didn't tick off the one person who could actually help me!" Ronnie Anne said, crossing her fingers that it would all work out.

"None taken!" Lori said with a grin, tossing her hair over her shoulder, "But hey, I guess I'm a little weird too, right? It's what makes us unique!"

Ronnie Anne looked up with a playful smirk, "So, got any plans for handling puberty? I was gonna ask Delilah, but you know her—super busy today!" She rolled her eyes, trying to sound casual while definitely curious about the whole thing.

Lori crossed her arms with a confident smile, "Alright, here's the deal! First, we get you squared away with whatever you need. Then, we literally have to fill your mom in on what's going on. Sound good?"

"Okay, Ronnie, I can totally tell you're squirming like a worm on a hot sidewalk! Come on, spill the beans! There's something else going on, isn't there?" Lori asked tapping her foot impatiently, "I'm kinda your gal pal, and it's what I'm here for!"

"Ugh, yeah…" Ronnie admitted, glancing away as she continued her story, "So, like, I don't really have a whole lot of friends, but I just made one recently, and now I'm kinda stressing about having to explain this whole situation to him. I mean, he's a bit younger and I'm not sure how to even bring it up, you know?"

Lori thought to herself she knew who that friend Ronnie Anne was Luis. Luis talked about Ronnie and her temper, and Luis helped Ronnie Anne with it and Delilah helped Ronnie Anne with a few other things since her mom was busy and she needed a girl's advice.

Lori looked down at Ronnie Anne, her voice dripping with warmth and sisterly advice, "Look, Ronnie." she said, her eyes darting down as she spoke, "I literally get what you're going through. I mean, Luis talks about you all the time—especially that fiery temper of yours! Trust me, he's been super supportive. Just be honest with him. Guys can be clueless, but they also can be super understanding if you give them a chance."

Lori remembered what her little sister Lisa once said about how girls hit puberty way before boys do, "You know, my sis Lisa mentioned that girls mature faster, so I'm literally sure he'll get it. Just lay it all out there—you're dealing with a lot right now, and you deserve to have someone who understands you!" She leaned in a bit, hopeful that Ronnie Anne would take her advice to heart.

"But what if I say something dumb and Luis laughs at me and starts teasing me? And I get mad and pound him? You gotta help me, Lori. I need you!" Ronnie insisted, sitting up and jumped of the bench emphatically, "Just promise to help me talk with my mom!"

"It's okay, I've got your back!" Lori said as she knelt down to meet Ronnie Anne's gaze. "But I'm guessing you don't really know much about puberty or the changes you're going through, right?"

Ronnie Anne's eyes drifted off for a moment as she thought back, "Yeah, I only know about as much as my search engine could tell me."

Lori let out a soft sigh. "Well, I guess it's time for some serious Girl Talk about puberty and periods. But first, let's make a pit stop to grab some girl stuff."

"So you'll really…?" Ronnie Anne trailed off, leaving the question hanging.

"Help? Absolutely, I totally will!" Lori nodded enthusiastically. She reached out, took Ronnie Anne's hand, and led her toward the family van with a big sisterly smile.

XXXXX

"Ain't we just supposed to be out here pickin' out some clothes?" Delilah said, trying to shake off the awkwardness of her mom holding her hand. She was used to it, especially when she had to wrangle her little siblings. But it had been a minute since she held hands with one of her older brothers. That was a whole different vibe.

"We've got all day, sweet pea. Unless you've got something else on your mind," Elizabeth said, making a conscious effort to slow her pace to keep up with her daughter as they headed toward the line.

"Why? Why won't. You just soften up!" Elizabeth spat out, feeling the heat of frustration bubbling up inside her. She stabbed at her blizzard ice cream with enough force that you'd think she was trying to chop down a tree.

"Yo, Mama?" Delilah just wanted to curl up in her arms and disappear for a minute. She was so used to fading into the background while her fam soaked up all the attention. But with just her one bestie by her side, it felt like everyone was staring, judging, and making it extra awkward. It was a whole vibe, and she had no clue how to shake it off.

Like, seriously, it was mad embarrassing.

"Can you chill for a second and let that thing warm up instead of goin' at it like a wildin' beast?" She glanced at the scattered pile of broken plastic spoons next to Elizabeth. They were proof she was putting in work trying to turn her blizzard into a slushy.

"Do I look like a patient woman to you?" Elizabeth asked, her eyes still fixed on her blizzard, a mix of frustration and wisdom in her voice.

"You lookin' kinda wild, mama." Delilah said, her tone flat but with a hint of teasing.

"Oh yeah? Who's crazier?" Elizabeth's glare lightened up and started forming into a look of amusement, "The woman stabbing her food or the daughter of with her?" Delilah could see mirth dancing in her eyes at her joke.

Elizabeth waggling her eyebrows at the end of her sentence only served as confirmation to the girl.

"I'm not even about to waste my breath on that." Delilah smirked, giving her mom a playful roll of the eyes.

"Oh, baby, that's no fun! I thought my joke was funny." Elizabeth said, her laughter starting to dim. You could see the light in her eyes flicker a bit, like she was searching for validation.

"Ayy, you lucky I ain't got no tomato on me, Mom." Delilah chuckled, her voice full of attitude, "But real talk, how you manage to have enough cash for all this? I got some change too if you need help buying clothes." She wagged her eyebrows playfully, "I mean, you've been feeding me, so I know you ain't just gonna leave me hanging for a wardrobe. Given how fast I'm growing, I'm pretty sure I need a whole new stash."

Growing up in a house with 11 kids, hand-me-downs were basically a way of life. Even when her younger siblings stumbled upon some treasure, they all agreed to keep things tight with spending.

If the Louds ever found out they were flush, it'd be game over. Those Louds would swoop in like vultures the second they smelled money around the house.

"Oh, baby, don't you worry about a thing! Mama's got you covered today." Elizabeth said, savoring her ice cream like it was the best therapy session ever, "Now, let's put that little treasure of ours to work and tackle that makeover you've been dreaming of. Time to shine, sweetheart!" She took another delicious bite, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

After finishing their treats, the two women strolled into the clothing store, Elizabeth radiating that nurturing energy, "Alright, listen up, darling." She began, looking around at the racks filled with vibrant colors and patterns, "I promised you a makeover, and we're gonna make it happen! What's your vision? How are we going to elevate that beautiful spirit of yours today?" Her voice was warm and encouraging, setting the stage for a transformative experience.

Delilah paused for a moment, letting her mind wander. Suddenly, a little spark hit her, and she said, "Aye, I got an idea for what I'm gonna rock!"

"Alright, sweetheart, you go on ahead and pick out some outfits that speak to you. I'll be right here, holding down the fort in front of the changing rooms. Take your time and remember to choose what makes you feel good inside—it's all about finding your vibe!" Elizabeth said with a warm smile.

Delilah zoomed over to the clothes rack, her eyes lighting up as she sifted through the vibrant piles. Her mind was buzzing with ideas for the perfect fit that would have her looking fresh and fly. With a grin, she snatched up a colorful shirt and some dope pants, ready to slay the style game.

As she moved through the store, folks couldn't help but watch. Delilah was in her zone, going aisle by aisle, grabbing all kinds of dress shirts and pants that caught her eye, each piece reflecting her unique vibe.

She bolted into the dressing room, excitement bubbling inside her. Dropping her own clothes — shirt, pants, and shoes — she hung them neatly on the small seat. Staring down at her new picks, she felt a rush of nerves and anticipation.

After a moment, she slipped into her outfit and called out to her mom from behind the curtain. "Yo, Mom! How's this look?" With a shy smile, Delilah stepped out, radiating confidence. She rocked a cropped varsity jacket, half white and half orange. The white side sported a big, bold "R" in orange lettering, while the orange half had a mix of cool patches that added an extra flair. Underneath, she wore a simple white cropped top that showed off a hint of her midriff, perfectly balancing casual with style.

Her distressed black jeans were a statement on their own, showcasing rips and tears that gave off a rebellious edge. On her feet, she rocked clean black and orange Air Jordan high-tops — the kind that spoke to her love for the streets and a bit of that basketball swag. Delilah was all set to turn heads, embracing her tomboy spirit while looking effortlessly chic.

"Alright, my beautiful girl, you are absolutely slaying it! Lincoln is going to be all about this look, trust me!" Elizabeth exclaimed, her pride shining through as she playfully teased her daughter.

"Dang Mama, why you gotta be so dramatic?" Delilah replied, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment, "Can you not shout like that?"

-A bit later-

"Taking your daughter shopping?" The cashier lady asked while she tallied up their total.

"Lord have mercy, my baby is growing up fast! It's time for a wardrobe change; she's had a major growth spurt, and I swear she's not my little girl anymore. You know how it is, right? As a psychologist, I see these transitions as a beautiful part of development, but as a mama? It tugs at the heartstrings. I was just telling my friends the other day, it feels like just yesterday she was in pigtails. Now, I'm out here trying to keep up with her style!" Elizbeth said, adjusting her purse with a hint of nostalgia in her eyes.

Delilah felt that annoying eye twitch coming on as she shot a look at her mom. There was no way she didn't know what she was doing; it was like she was trying to get under Delilah's skin on purpose. The way her mom's lip curled up on one side—ugh, it just made it obvious she was loving every second of it.

"Aren't you lucky to have such a nice mother." The cashier lady asked.

"Yes, honey, she really is something else! I can't wait to send her new look over to her brothers." Elizabeth's smile lit up the room, and you could see that joy radiating from her like a warm hug. It wasn't just pride; it was that deep, nurturing love that comes from a mom who knows how to appreciate every little moment of growth.

"Excuse me." a feminine voice called out to the two women. Turning, they saw a middle-aged, black woman walking towards them. She had on an expensive looking pantsuit, and around her neck she had a bright badge that clearly read "manager" in bold, capital letters.

Delilah, sensing some heat about to go down, jumped right in, "My bad, miss. Were we gettin' a lil' too loud?"

The woman smiling down at her, the woman shook her head, "Not at all, we love your energy." she encouraged. "I'm Margaret." She shook Elizabeth's hands, "I'm the manager today, and I couldn't help but notice this beautiful young woman." she gestured to Delilah. She blushed brightly, and turned her head shyly.

"Child, let me tell you something." Elizabeth said with a warm smile, her eyes shining with pride, "She's got her mother's looks, no doubt about it!" Even at 40, she still turns heads everywhere she goes. It's all about self-love and confidence, honey—those are the qualities that truly make a person shine!

"That she does." chuckled Margaret. She hoped through flattery, they would be easily convinced to what she was about to propose. "Tell me…" she cocked her head curiously, "I'm sorry, I never asked your name, did I?"

"I'm Delilah." She said with a confident grin, giving a firm shake of her hand, "Delilah Velazquest, you feel me?" There was an easygoing vibe about her, making it clear she was comfortable in her own skin.

"It's nice to meet you, Delilah." She said cordially, "Tell me, have you ever considered letting your girl model?" That caused both to go silent instantly. Elizabeth and Delilah looked at each other, not really knowing what to say.

"Y'all really want me to be a model!?" Delilah stammered, eyes wide, "Like, for real? Why though?"

"Like I said, Delilah." She began, "You're a very beautiful young woman. We're actually looking for some models right now." She continued her flattery, "But all of our male spots have been filled at this time. We're only looking for young female models right now."

"Uh, hold up a minute." Delilah said, scratching her head, trying to process what just went down, "If my folks were cool with it, what exactly would I gotta do?"

"Nothing much." Margaret said nonchalantly, "You just show up for the photoshoot, which your family is absolutely welcome to, and we take pictures." She made it sound simple, "I won't lie to you, it'll take a few hours, and you'll likely take a few hundred pictures. You'll have to change into various outfits, and our photographer can be very…strict. He's a bit of a perfectionist." she commented wryly, "But, not only will you be compensated for your modeling time, you and your family will also be welcome to the catering. Also, on top of your modeling compensation, you will also receive a commission for each picture of you is used for the catalogue."

Delilah looked down, thinking over the woman's words. Seeing that her daughter was considering the offer, Elizabeth voiced her own concerns.

"Now, let me be clear, this is just a one-time deal, right? I need to know that my daughter won't be tied down by any legal obligation to work for you if she finds out this experience isn't for her. A mom has to look out for her child's well-being, you know?"

Margaret shook her head, "Not at all." she assuaged, "It'll be a standard, one-session contract. No future obligations will be asked from him. It'll just be the standard paperwork to ensure he gets his paycheck."

Delilah raised her head, glancing at her mom with that look that said, "You see me, right?" She was just hoping for that nod of approval, you know?

"It's all on you, my snow princess." Elizabeth said, her voice warm but firm, "You know I'll always be right here, cheering you on, no matter what decision you make. You got this, baby."

Delilah shot a look at the store manager and smirked, "Aight, I'm in." She gave the woman a firm shake, her confidence radiating, "Let's get it."

XXXXX

Luis emerged from Gus' Games and Grub, a dark cloud of determination hanging over him as he prepared to face off against Ronnie Anne in Super Mega Brawlers. The boy held a peculiar fondness for pizza and gaming, finding solace in their comforting embrace.

The walk home after his training session felt achingly solitary, but Luis welcomed the solitude; anything that allowed him a moment's peace and the absence of prying eyes was a small blessing. It granted him freedom to drift through his thoughts, which were often shrouded in shadow and mystery.

"Hey, is that…?" The question lingered in his mind, though he already knew what he'd see.

Across the street, a thrift store loomed, its open door inviting a parade of unwitting souls. A tall blonde woman clad in a blue shirt was accompanied by a tiny figure in a deep purple hoodie. The pair was unmistakable; his morbid curiosity ignited, Luis glided across the street to investigate.

With a brooding demeanor, he slipped into the store, or so he believed. The self-proclaimed detective darted between the aisles, oblivious to the wary glances of casual shoppers. As he ventured deeper into the maze of secondhand treasures, a familiar voice slithered through the air from the next aisle over, drawing him in closer.

"It's okay, Ronnie! Seriously, there's nothing to be nervous about." The woman said sweetly, her voice smooth and calming, "Just take a deep breath, alright? If you start feeling overwhelmed, you can totally ask my sister Lisa for help. She's great at that stuff!"

"Ugh, which one do you even buy?!" The annoyed voice shot out like a firecracker. The woman just chuckled in response, a smile on her face. The girl's tone shifted to something a little more unsure, "Okay, maybe I should go with this one…"

"Why are Lori and Ronnie Anne mingling in this dreary abyss?" The eavesdropper's curiosity was piqued, drawn in by the tension radiating from Ronnie Anne's voice. It was thick enough to slice through the suffocating air around them.

Luis, with his dark attire and brooding demeanor, stepped closer, flicking his hair from his face, "Ah, Ronnie Anne. I caught a glimpse of you lurking here. Everything alright? You vanished into the shadows after you asked for Lori's number. Is there an unseen torment brewing within?" He turned to Lori, his expression a mix of concern and intrigue, "And Lori, what dark business brings you two together? A venture into the realm of retail?"

"L-Luis!?" Ronnie Anne exclaimed, her eyes widening in shock.

"Hey, Luis!" Lori called out, her voice cheerful yet firm, "It's super nice to see you, but, like, now might not be the best time for us to chat, you know? Gotta focus on what's important right now!"

"Oh, my apologies." Luis leaned down, his dark attire contrasting sharply with the bright surroundings, and picked up the small carton Ronnie Anne had dropped upon catching sight of him, "Here, you've lost your container of… Super Absorbent Lily-Pads? How delightfully mundane."

Ronnie Anne's face was burning up with embarrassment, and it felt like the universe was just out to get her. Seriously, how much more mortification could one person handle? Her heart was racing, and she could practically feel a single, angry tear threatening to spill over. And Luis? Ugh, that look he had on his face was only making her mood worse! Like, could her day get any more miserable?

Her body ached, her head throbbed, and it felt like this hidden anger was bubbling up inside her, just waiting to explode. She could hardly focus while that goth boy kept rambling on about who-knows-what, completely oblivious to how humiliated she felt. He had no clue how badly his presence was dragging her down. He. Had. No. Idea. It was so frustrating!

A blissfully oblivious Luis handed the box of feminine products to her, an awkward smile plastered on his face. He observed her shifting nervously, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead like tears of despair, "Are you alright, Ronnie Anne? You seem like a tortured soul caught in a tempest. Perhaps you should retreat to the shadows of your home to recover, or—"

"LUIS, SHUT THE HELL UP!" Ronnie Anne shouted, her voice piercing through the store's background music like a fire alarm. As soon as the words left her mouth, regret flooded in. Ronnie Anne's eyes went wide with shock, and she clamped her hand over her mouth, stifling a gasp. Ugh, why did she even say that? She felt like a total mess right now, all that pent-up frustration bubbling over. All she wanted was to take it back and apologize, but her brain had decided to take a vacation instead. In a last-ditch effort to save face in front of Santiago, she hugged the box tight to her chest and bolted for the exit, not daring to look back. What a disaster!

"Aw geez!" Lori exclaimed, her heart racing. She wasn't exactly Ronnie's friend, but her big sister instincts kicked in hard, "Sorry about that, Luis! I've gotta go help Ronnie!" Without another second to waste, Lori slammed a handful of cash on the counter and bolted out of the store, chasing after Ronnie Anne.

Luis observed the two women slip away, a frown creasing his dark brow, "What was that all about?" he muttered, the shadows of the thrift store looming around him like dark specters. He regained his brittle composure and swept his gaze over the remnants of consumerism: a parade of perfumed lotions and gaudy feminine hygiene products cluttered the aisle, a stark reminder of the world's mundane concerns. With a sigh that echoed his existential dread, he slinked out of the store, feeling as lost as a wandering soul in search of purpose.

-Away from the store-

"Ugh!" Ronnie Anne was Infuriated, "I'm gonna kick Luis's butt! He almost made us ruined our plan."

Lori took a deep breath, rolling her eyes at Ronnie. "Relax, Ronnie! It's not like literally he did anything wrong. And remember, Luis is only 8!"

BEEP. BEEP.

Both Lori and Ronnie jumped at the sound of Lori's phone alarm. With a quick motion, she fished it out of her pocket, only to curse under her breath. "Ugh, I totally forgot to let Mom and Dad know where I was! Dang it!"

Getting home wasn't too much of a hassle, and as soon as she stepped in, she could hear Leni and Luna in the kitchen, chugging down smoothies like they were in a race. Meanwhile, Lola and Lana were parked in front of the TV, arguing about whatever show was on and slurping their drinks. Typical.

Lori headed upstairs, but not before catching a glimpse of her little brother chatting away on his laptop. What was he up to now?

"In the middle of the whole store!? Whoa, that sounds pretty rough, Luis!" Lincoln said, looking sympathetic as he listened to his buddy's story. "Take it from me—a total pro in the chaos of living with 10 sisters. Women can be super unpredictable sometimes, but hey, maybe just try talking it out! I mean, what's the worst that could happen?"

Luis pondered for a moment, his fingers raking through his messy hair. Surrounded by all those girls, Lincoln clearly had his finger on the pulse of emotions, "She erupts in fury, leaving behind nothing but a smoldering ruin where the school once stood."

Lincoln chuckled, "Yeah, I don't think she's going to turn it into a crater! But honestly, I bet she could really use a friend right now. And guess what? You're kind of Ronnie's only friend at the moment. You got this!"

Lori widen her eyes at the sight of Luis chatting with her brother, clearly rehashing what had gone down earlier. She almost marched over there to spill the beans about Ronnie Anne and her situation, but then she paused. It wasn't her place to jump in. Ronnie Anne needed to do this herself. It was way more important for her to be the one to explain to Luis that she'd just started her period. So, Lori took a deep breath and decided to stay out of it, hoping like crazy that those two would figure it out.

XXXXX

The first shoot was summer themed. One of the sets was filled with beach sand, and the backdrop was that of a beautiful beach.

Delilah stood on set, waiting for the Photographer. All she knew was that he was a perfectionist and his name was Genju Shashinya. She watched as people milled about, moving sets and flash umbrellas. Some of the other models were either getting ready for their own shoots, or having a snack break at the catering table. She was on her cellphone and saw text from her family the texts were them wishing her good luck and have fun.

"So, you're Delilah Velazquest, huh," asked a stern voice. Delilah turned and saw young man, probably in his mid-twenties, dressed neatly in form fitting clothes. He had an expensive looking camera hanging around his neck by its strap.

Delilah gave a nod, a smirk on her face, "Aight, so you're Genju, huh?" She reached out her hand, giving a cool vibe.

Genju shook it, raising an eyebrow, "You done any modeling before, shorty?"

"Nah, not my jam." she replied, a confident grin spreading across her face.

"Great." He scoffed. He stepped towards the front of the set and placed his camera on a tripod, "Well kid, hope you're ready, 'cause it's nothing like the movies." He peered through the camera, taking care to observe the lighting and angles, and also his subject, "Hm, healthy skin tone, tone, hourglass figure, hmm," he paused his observation. He looked at Delilah, "You dye your hair white?"

Delilah rolled her eyes and said, "Nah, that's all my mom's genes right there the rest is dye."

"Interesting." Genju commented, "Well, kid, first up is gonna be from the summer catalogue. You're already in the bikini, so we'll do those first before we move on to other summer clothes." Reaching into his pocket, Genju fished out a small remote and clicked a button. Immediately, the set was filled with a bright, fast-paced pop song, "All right kid, just relax, have fun, and do whatever I tell you." and immediately bright flashes of light filled the set.

Delilah wasn't really sure how modeling worked, but she just started posing like the characters she sketched for her art, and Genju was all about it. She brought that vibe—fun and effortless, just being herself in front of the camera.

"Not, bad kid." Genju praised, "You sure you're new to this; Now I need you to show me how does Delilah have fun in the sun?" He asked.

This time, Delilah pictured herself chillin' at the beach with her family. A big grin spread across her face, just like she'd imagined it. But then, she snickered, imagining all the chaos, "Man, that's gonna be a wild day at the beach." she chuckled to herself, shaking her head.

While she laughed, Genju took several pictures, "That's what I'm looking for, kid." He cried, "Keep it up, girl!"

Delilah couldn't help but burst into giggles, the laughter just bubbling up inside her. The camera flashes kept popping off, Genju still in full picture mode.

Finally catching her breath, she spotted a beach ball near some dude, "Yo, pass that ball!" she called out, grinning. The guy tossed it her way, and she watched it soar in a big arc. With a burst of energy, she leaped up, snatching the beach ball right out of the air, all while that camera kept clicking away.

"I don't normally use props, but that was too good a shot to not take." he said, "Keep it up kid!"

Behind him, the crew watched as Delilah had fun in front of the camera.

XXXXX

-Royal Woods Elementary: Front-

Luis trudged toward the front of the elementary school, his body language heavy as he approached the entrance. Just then, he spotted Ronnie Anne making her way toward him, a presence that both intrigued and unsettled him.

A sharp pang flickered in his chest, a dark echo of how he once viewed her—before they were friends, when she was merely a tormentor lurking in the shadows of his thoughts. The feelings stirred within him, but he brushed them aside like a lingering specter. He took a deep breath, exhaling like a ghost from a crypt, and called out to her.

"Hey, Ronnie Anne." Luis said, raising a hand in a half-hearted wave, his lips forming a small, almost sinister smile.

Ronnie Anne felt a knot tightening in her stomach. Ugh, she had been dreading this moment since yesterday. Sure, she put on a tougher front and tried to act like she was over it, but deep down, she was still feeling off. What was she even supposed to say about her blow-up? It was so not her style, and she hated the idea of the "M word" being thrown around.

With a reluctant grin, she raised her arm to wave back, but that smile quickly disappeared when she spotted Luis making his way toward her. Great, just what she needed—a tense conversation before her morning coffee. She knew she owed him an explanation, but not when her brain was still a jumbled mess. Ugh! What a way to start the day. She had to just play it cool and figure it out as she went along.

Luis observed as Ronnie Anne flailed in distress before slipping away into the building, disappearing among the throng of students like a shadow at dusk. The boy felt utterly despondent, as if a grim specter loomed over him. He couldn't dare to approach her without fearing he'd only deepen the chasm between them. What had he done to earn this icy rejection?

Throughout the bleak morning, the atmosphere around Lincoln felt suffocating, his thoughts tangled in a web of turmoil. Each brush with Santiago was a near-miss, a reminder of how lost he felt. If Luis didn't know better, he'd think Ronnie Anne was deliberately trying to evade him, her presence haunting him from afar. Each fleeting moment of her distance weighed heavily on his heart, slowly eroding the bond he once cherished. It felt almost soul-crushing that someone he considered a confidant would barely cast a glance his way.

As the final bell tolled and class was dismissed, Luis steeled his resolve for one last attempt to reach Ronnie Anne. He spotted her just off campus, already heading down the path toward home like a dark figure slipping into the night.

"Hey, Ronnie Anne." Luis called out, his voice tinged with a mix of hope and despair as he rushed to catch up with his enigmatic friend. He had lost count of how many times he'd tried to connect that day, "Are you free? I stumbled upon a bit of cash last night and thought, perhaps, we could escape to the arcade for a while. My treat, of course."

"No way!" Ronnie Anne shot back with a grin, not giving Luis's offer a second thought, "Catch you later, Luis!"

"Ronnie Anne, how long do you intend to shroud yourself in this suffocating silence?" Luis's voice dripped with frustration, his dark attire matching the turmoil within, "If I've transgressed in some way, would you not enlighten me? I'm adrift in this abyss, utterly lost without your words."

Santiago sighed, feeling completely drained from Luis's nonstop nagging. I mean, with a sister and a mom, how could he not pick up on the signs? She had to spill something, but what exactly?

"LUIS YOU DUMMY, YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!" Ronnie Anne shouted, her fists clenched like she was about to explode. She could feel the frustration bubbling up again, but she was really trying to keep it together. "I'm not mad about what you did; it's just that— UGH, I REALLY WANT TO— ARRRGH! I DON'T KNOW HOW TO TELL YOU!"

Ronnie's voice started to crack as she kept going on. The pressure was making her stomach churn, and she felt like she might hurl. Why was this so complicated?

"I'm still your friend, aren't I, Ronnie Anne?" Luis's voice trembled, a haunting echo of uncertainty darkening his tone, "You can speak your truth; I won't shy away from the shadows. I long for the time when things were simple, but it feels as if you wish to cast me aside like a forgotten specter."

"I want things to be normal again too!" Ronnie Anne exclaimed, biting her lip to hold back the tears threatening to spill. She definitely didn't want anyone, especially Luis, to see her like this. With a huff, she added, "And of course we're still friends, you know! That's never gonna change, you big dork!"

Hearing Ronnie Anne's words sent a wave of calm over Luis, like a dark cloud lifting from his soul. He let out a heavy sigh that felt as if it could shatter the silence of the night, "Then what's going on, Ronnie Anne? Is there some way I can bring light to this shadow? I still find myself lost in the depths of confusion."

"Ugh, of course you don't get it. You're just a boy!" Ronnie Anne shouted.

"Why does that even matter?!" Luis's frustration was boiling over, his voice dripping with dark sarcasm as he glared at Ronnie Anne. He felt lost in the shadows of her cryptic words, just as hopelessly confused as she was, caught in a labyrinth of emotions where light barely dared to tread.

Ronnie Anne could feel her patience wearing thinner than a piece of paper. Sweat beads trickled down her temples, and she could feel those pesky cramps creeping back. All she wanted was to make things right, but more than anything, she just wanted to be home. She knew she wasn't exactly being the most helpful person right now, but hey, she wasn't about to feel guilty for something totally out of her control. If Luis wanted the truth, then he was about to get it.

"Okay, Luis… I gotta come clean," she started, her face burning hotter than a chili pepper. She couldn't believe she was sharing this info in public, of all places! But honestly, it felt like a giant weight was lifted off her shoulders, only to have an even heavier one slam back down. "I'm having my period, alright?" There, she said it, "And to be real, it's kinda scary dealing with it, and it's something I'm still trying to figure out."

A loose bolt suddenly tightened in the dark recesses of Luis's mind. That term Ronnie Anne used—a spectral whisper—echoed in his thoughts, reminiscent of a phrase he had caught on the flickering screen at home. The goth kid felt the shadows of realization creeping in, piecing together a riddle he could barely grasp. This was a girl thing, an enigmatic dance of emotions and secrets that he, draped in black and brooding in solitude, could not begin to comprehend.

"I'm glad you're sharing your thoughts with me, Ronnie Anne." he murmured, his voice low and somewhat hollow, like the echo of a forgotten tomb, "But I still find myself adrift in the abyss of confusion. What does that even mean?" His curiosity flickered like a candle in the night, yearning for clarity amidst the darkness.

"I think you're better off asking someone else that question." Ronnie Anne said with a frown as she turned her back to Luis and started walking away. No way was she getting into it with him about that! It just wasn't her thing, "Later, lame-o. Catch you on the flip side."

Luis stood in the dim light, his expression as vacant as the hollow echoes that filled his mind. The words he longed to utter to his dear friend lingered like a shadow, refusing to manifest. Instead, he was left to wallow in the absurdity of their recent encounter, grappling with feelings that twisted and turned within him like tendrils of mist. What could he have said to her? The thought haunted him as he trudged home, each step weighed down by swirling doubts and a myriad of new, unsettling questions.

As he wandered through the darkening streets, he found solace in the knowledge that she harbored no malice towards him—an ember of warmth in his otherwise cold existence. But moments later, the tranquility shattered, replaced by the piercing wail of a voice calling out one of his brothers' names. It was a sound that struck through the fog of his thoughts, belonging to the one soul he yearned to see most amidst the chaos of his pensive gloom.

"LARRY!" Leo yelled, his voice echoing with determination, "I know you're in there! Quit playin' games and bring me my keys back, man! Let's do this!"

"Hey, come on! Say you're sorry already!" Larry yelled from somewhere! Leo's trying to figure this whole thing out, right?

"Alright, alright! I'm sorry I said NASCAR was boring, alright? Just give me my car keys back, man!" Leo exclaimed, trying to keep it cool while clearly feeling the pressure.

"And you better not say it again!" Larry said, peeking out from his hiding spot.

"I can't guarantee that, but I can guarantee I'm super sorry for calling that car boring, ya feel me?" Leo said, a bit annoyed, his voice with frustration.

Larry sprang up from the couch with a big grin, "Deal!" He launched Leo his car keys like a pro, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Leo let out a heavy sigh, then smirked, "Thanks, man." He glanced over at Luis by the front door, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm, "Yo, what's up, spooky baby bro? You ready to roll or what?'"

"Hey Leo…" Luis whispered, his voice dripping with a melancholic air. The shadows danced around him, enveloping his pale complexion as he leaned closer, his dark attire blending seamlessly into the twilight.

"Yo, did you patch things up with Ronnie Anne yet, dude?" Leo asked, his voice brimming with curiosity.

"Leo, I've been pondering…" Luis whispered, his voice dripping with an air of melancholy.

"Yo, little man! Check it, I gotta bounce for a sec." Leo said, glancing at his phone. But then he caught that flicker on Luis's face, you know, the one that gets my big bro sensors going. So I added with a smirk, "Unless you're down for some real talk, bro. You ready for some boy talk or what?"

"Um, yeah. Can we speak in private?" Luis muttered, his dark eyes piercing through the dim light, "Meet me in the tree house." Leo nodded, glancing back to ensure the house wouldn't go up in flames. He shot Lori a quick message, letting her know he'd be a bit late before making his way to the eerie solace of the tree house, where shadows danced in the twilight.

-A bit later at the Tree House-

Leo and Luis were hanging out in their awesome treehouse, and the vibe was just right.

Leo dropped down onto the beanbag with a big, goofy grin. He pulled Luis onto his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world, "Yo, what's buzzin', Lou? Spill the beans!"

"What's a period?" Luis inquired, his tone wrapped in a shroud of existential gloom. The shadows seemed to cling to him as he pondered the depths of such a concept, as if it were a question cloaked in the dark poetry of life itself.

Leo's brain came to a screeching halt. No amount of prep time could've gotten him ready for that bomb Luis just dropped.

"W-Whoa, hold up!?" Leo stammered, trying to reboot his thoughts, "Where is this question even coming from, little dude?"

"PLEASE, LEO." Luis clung to his older brother with a desperate intensity, the shadows of his emotions swirling around him like the darkness he often embraced, "I've never felt more lost in this wretched existence. I just yearn for things to return to a semblance of normalcy with Ronnie Anne, but she's rejecting every attempt to connect, to communicate, to share in the bleakness of this life. It's as if the very fabric of our friendship is unraveling, and I'm left to drown in my own despair." Luis lamented, his voice thick with anguish, each word laced with an echo of his torment.

"LUIS, CHILL, MAN!" Leo pulled his little bro into a big brother hug, trying to ease the storm brewing inside him. He then gave him a playful squeeze on the cheeks, making sure to get his attention, "Seriously, do you even know what you're asking right now? Ain't this stuff covered in health class or something? C'mon, think!"

"Not really." the melancholic boy muttered, a shiver of emotion cloaked in shadows, "Those wretched classes are eons away. But honestly, I fail to comprehend why that even matters."

"Whoooa, I can't believe I'm sayin' this, but I guess I gotta help you out, huh?" Leo said, his cheeks turning a shade of red as he tried to make sense of the health class lesson he was helping teach to his goth little bro.

"Could you perhaps divulge the darkness that looms within your thoughts?" Luis uttered with a hint of despair creeping into his voice, as shadows clung to his every word.

"Ok let's get this over with I hate these kind of big bro questions." Leo grabbed the goth kid by his waistline and carried him up stairs as if he were luggage.

"W-Where are we heading?" Luis questioned, his voice barely breaking through the heavy shroud of gloom that surrounded them. A sense of dread twisted in his gut—maybe it was better not to know the answer to that haunting question.

Leo rolled up to Frankie and Sammy's room and gave the door a solid knock, "Yo, Frankie! Time to power up and help me out with a health lesson, buddy!" He called out.

"Oh, my! It appears the adventure into adulthood is about to commence! Please, do come in!" Frankie gestured with an elegant flourish as he opened the door, inviting his brothers into the room.

The oldest sibling gently tosses the 8 year old onto Frankie's bed like a dirty sock. Luis laughed but so felt a sense of dread and fear looming over him. It only worsened when he saw Leo shut the door behind them.

"Yo, Luis! You remember that one time Luan went totally ballistic just 'cause Lola called her jokes dumb?" Leo asked.

"Yeeeaaah." Luis sighed, a shadow passing over his features, "She usually takes criticism like a dark queen rising from the ashes, but that time… it felt different."

"Remember that time when Luna was doubled up with those gnarly stomach pains? Man, she turned all that misery into those blues tracks that just wouldn't quit! Those tunes were everywhere, driving us all a little crazy. But, hey, you gotta admit, they had a raw vibe that stuck with you!" Leo said.

"Uh huh." Luis replied, his voice dripping with a shadowy coolness, "Lincoln confessed it was nearly impossible to find any rest in that dark abyss."

"Remember when Leni totally went on that wild guacamole and butterscotch diet for a couple of days? Man, I mean, talk about a flavor overload! That combo is straight-up nuts!" Leo shouted.

"Ugh, I never realized you could conjure sushi rolls from just those two ingredients." Luis muttered, a shadow passing over his face. His stomach churned at the thought, and he added, "But what is it that you're really driving at with all this?"

Frankie exhaled deeply, his eyes narrowing slightly in exasperation. This boy, blissfully unaware, had no conception of the complexities he had just unearthed. Leo, in his effort to maintain grace and understanding, approached the situation with a commendable gentleness. It truly was not the fault of anyone; circumstances simply unfolded as they tended to do. With the intent to provide clarity for his older brother, Frankie steeled himself to articulate the truths that were necessary to convey, regardless of whether they were welcomed or not.

"Luis, may I have your attention, please?" Frankie began with a touch of earnestness, intertwining his fingers thoughtfully, "It is essential to recognize that the journey through puberty is a unique experience for each gender, manifesting in distinct ways."

"Puberty?" Luis inquired, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and dread.

What unfolded was an hour steeped in the most grotesque and unsettling topics he could have ever imagined in his mere 8 years of existence. It was as if he had stepped into a dark abyss, seeking answers only to find himself drowning in a sea of discomfort. Frankie, relishing the chance to enlighten, spiraled into a detailed account of the changes creeping upon him like shadows in the night.

When the grim revelations subsided and silence enveloped the room, the bedroom door creaked open, spilling the weight of that heavy discourse into the hallway. Luis, with a heart pounding like a funeral drum, stepped out, placing his trembling foot onto the threshold as if crossing into a realm of the unknown—a world he had barely glimpsed but could now feel looming ominously ahead.

XXXX

-Days later-

Luis wandered into Gus' Game and Grub, enveloped by the familiar scent of pizza—a savory aroma that danced enticingly in the air and stirred something deep within him, as if it were a ghostly whisper from happier days. The dimly lit space felt like an embrace, a refuge from the chaos outside. He pulled a crumpled five-dollar bill from his pocket, a meager sum but enough to purchase a slice of his beloved, darkly delectable pizza. A smirk crept across his face as he took his first bite, the cheese stretching and glistening like moonlight.

After devouring his meal, he drifted toward the arcade, where neon lights flickered like distant stars in a murky sky, and the relentless symphony of video game sound effects created a chaotic melody that resonated with his soul. The allure of the machines called to him, and he exchanged his remaining change for coins—tokens of his fleeting joy. Making his way to the Super Mega Brawlers cabinet, a familiar friend in the gloom, he cracked his knuckles, a ritual of sorts, and slotted the first coin in.

In an instant, he was swept away, lost in a world where shadows danced and battles raged. Each flick of the joystick and tap of the buttons was a cathartic release, igniting a fiery thrill that coursed through him. He bit his tongue, focusing intently, slipping into that sacred zone where time lost its meaning. Coin after coin disappeared into the machine as he fought on unyielding, riding the high of his relentless winning streak, completely absorbed by this darkly lit paradise.

"Hey lame-o, you looking for a second player?"

Luis's ears twitched, like the dying whispers of a forgotten dream. The boy abandoned his game, relinquishing the high score as though it were a fleeting specter. He spun around so quickly that his body struggled to keep pace with his torrid thoughts. But when he turned, there was only silence, a void where he had expected some kind of dark presence to greet him. The emptiness hung in the air, as heavy and suffocating as midnight itself.

"Hey, over here, dude!" Ronnie Anne called out with her usual bravado. The unmistakable sound of a coin dropping into the slot rang out, followed by a teasing remark, "Wow, I guess nothing gets past you, huh?"

With a quick stride, she zipped past the boy and hopped right up to the cabinet, standing shoulder to shoulder with him. The spunky tomboy grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she gripped the joystick tightly. She shot Luis one of those trademark smirks that always said she was ready for a challenge.

Luis stood on the brink of committing a regrettable folly. The longing to delve into the darkness of Ronnie Anne's thoughts was strong; the urge to dissect her every whim gnawed at him like a restless specter. Just yesterday, he might have given in to that urge, but now wisdom clung to him like a shadow, reminding him of the finer art of restraint.

"Ah, lame-tte, how delightful it is to witness your impending defeat." Luis intoned, a smirk dancing on his lips. He maintained an air of cool indifference, resisting the temptation to pry into secrets that lay buried beneath her surface, "I've been eagerly anticipating our rematch in this eerie game of fate, so steel yourself, for you shall need it!"

"Psssh, would I be here if I wasn't ready to roll?" Ronnie Anne shot back at the goth boy with a smirk. "Let's do this! I'm all in!"

The two adolescents went at it, mashing buttons and trading blows with one another in-game. It felt like things were back to normal, as if those awkward few days of confused tension never even occurred. Luis wasn't sure what to say so he abstained, keeping his entire focus on the game. He didn't want to ruin the moment. Ronnie Anne shared the sentiment.

The two immersed themselves in the shadows of the dimly lit arcade, their only sounds the occasional grunted affirmations and drawn-out "YEAHs" that echoed through the gloom as they battled onscreen. Luis found solace in the presence of Ronnie Anne, even if his exterior remained stoic and brooding. Their unspoken bond lingered in the air, a delicate connection forged in the midst of pixelated chaos. Time slipped away unnoticed as Luis, deeply engrossed in the game, failed to recognize that his supply of quarters had vanished into the void once more.

Ronnie Anne skipped over to the counter, grinning as she snagged two sodas and plopped down at a nearby table. Luis didn't need to read between the lines to know he was welcome to join her.

"Those games were awesome, right?" Ronnie Anne chimed, taking a satisfying sip from her soda, "I have to ask—have you been practicing without me? 'Cause you were really on fire!"

"Apologies, Ronnie Anne, but that's a talent born from the shadows of darkness. Don't let envy consume your soul." Luis said with a smirk, his voice dripping with a hint of playful melancholy.

"Whatever you say dork!"

Ronnie Anne couldn't help but crack up at the way Luis was acting all extra. It was so ridiculous, she couldn't hold back her laughter, and before long, he was laughing right along with her. It felt nice to just kick back and enjoy the moment, you know? But then, just like that, the laughter faded and an awkward silence started to take over. They both sat there, just waiting for the other to break the ice, but it was like they were stuck in a staring contest. It was super tense—definitely an elephant in the room that nobody wanted to address. Somebody had to say something, but who would be the brave one to do it?

"Hey, Luis!" Ronnie Anne kicked things off with a casual smile. Luis perked up, already sensing where this was headed, "So, about the last few days, I just wanted to say—"

"I'm going to have to halt your chatter right there, Ronnie Anne." The boy raised his pale hand, taking a languid sip from his dark soda, "Sometimes, the weight of existence just becomes too much. Living in a house as vast as mine, the lights flicker and die like fleeting moments in a never-ending night."

"Come on, just let me explain, you dork!" Ronnie Anne exclaimed, slamming her fist on the table for emphasis, "Look, it's like I told you before—it's not like I was mad at you or anything! My mom had this heart-to-heart with me, and I ended up with these super awkward books loaded with cringe-worthy stuff. I mean, I didn't even know what 'estrogen' was supposed to mean, or ugh… 'menstruation.' Seriously, it was all just a lot to unpack!"

"Ugh, whatever. Just... spare me the details." Luis turned his head away, his pale cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he took another sip from his drink. Discussing such things with a sibling was one thing, but doing so with a girl felt like a plunge into the abyss of humiliation, "Actually, forget it! I've absorbed a grim library of knowledge on this kind of stuff from Frankie. More than you could ever fathom."

"Oh man, did your baby bro give you 'the talk'?" Ronnie Anne laughed, a playful grin on her face as she teased the bashful boy, "Seriously, though, it was a total disaster! After Lori and I spilled the beans to my family, Bobby looked way more confused and freaked out than I ever was! Like, what even?!"

"Can you truly blame him?" Luis chuckled darkly, a smirk curling at his lips as he leaned closer to the girl, "Who wouldn't be drawn to your shadowy allure?"

"Hey, watch it, Velazquest!" Ronnie Anne exclaimed, shaking her fist playfully at him. Luis responded by sticking out his tongue, trying to annoy her just a little more. The girl in the hoodie, totally unbothered, just smirked at her goth buddy. Good thing for him that she was feeling pretty chill today—otherwise, he might have ended up on the receiving end of her tomboy sass!

Luis chuckled darkly, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he took another sip, "Isn't it strange, Ronnie Anne? Growing up feels like wandering through a shadowed labyrinth, doesn't it?"

"Seriously?!" Ronnie Anne exclaimed, rolling her eyes dramatically. "You think I'm on board with all this? No way! If this is what being a grown-up is like, count me out! I mean, who wants to deal with all this nonsense? Being an adult isn't all it's cracked up to be anyway!"

"I suppose we must steel ourselves to confront whatever dark twists fate chooses to cast our way." Luis murmured, draining the remnants of his drink, "But at least we have kindred souls by our side to navigate through the shadows together."

"Like each other, right?" Ronnie Anne shouted with her trademark grin, her bucktoothed smile wide as ever.

"Yeah." Luis was momentarily startled, his dark thoughts swirling around him like shadows before he composed himself. He had never viewed her as someone to cling to for support in this decaying world, but the corners of his lips twitched slightly, "I suppose that's true." he replied, his tone laced with an unexpected hint of intrigue.

Ronnie Anne bounced off her seat, her confidence radiating as she made her way over to the white-haired boy. This time was different; after their earlier mishap, they were finally connecting again. With a mischievous grin, she wrapped her arm around Luis, yanking him out of his seat and pulling him into another secret hug. But this wasn't just any hug—Ronnie Anne didn't even glance around to see if anyone was watching. No hesitation, no doubt, just pure friendship.

For a moment, Luis stood stiff, unsure, but something in Ronnie Anne's cheerful energy broke through, and he slowly returned the hug. There was something profound about this moment, but that didn't stop Ronnie Anne from being her fearless self.

"Thanks, lame-o." She whispered playfully in his ear, "I got your back if you got mine! Now, let's go hit the arcade again—my treat for the next game! Ready to lose?" With a cheeky grin, she tugged him toward the exit, igniting their usual playful banter.

"Y-Yeah, of course, Ronnie Anne." Luis's brow glistened with sweat, his heart pounding like a funeral drum. "Just give me a moment; I'll be there in a heartbeat... or maybe an eternity."

"Alright, Luis! Time to hit the arcade!" Ronnie Anne shouted as she dashed off, her purple hoodie flapping behind her, "Let's see who can score the highest!"

Luis stood there, shrouded in shadows, consumed by the dark thoughts swirling in his mind. 'What is this torment?' He pondered grimly, watching Ronnie Anne drift away like a wisp of smoke in the night. 'Could it be that she harbors feelings for me amidst this abyss of uncertainty?' The question echoed in his heart, heavy like a funeral dirge, as he wrestled with the haunting allure of love in a world painted in shades of gray.

XXXXX

It had been a couple weeks since the photo shoot, and the family had enjoyed the extra income that Delilah's modeling job gave them. The majority of which went to Delilah, but she insisted on helping the family out. Truth be told the family didn't need it, but who's turned down free money.

"Hey, you guys!" Larry yelled, his voice booming with excitement, "It's finally here!"

The entire family joined them in the living room as Larry held up the newest catalogue from the store. Larry flipped through the pages until coming across the girls section, which he then scoured, looking for his big sister.

"Hey, look! It's Delilah!" Charlie yelled excitedly, point at his big sister's picture, "There she is! I can't believe it!"

Indeed, there she was. It was a summer picture, with Delilah showing off her orange bikini. In her hands was the beach ball, which she held over her head, mid-catch, with a smile on her face. Larry turned the page, resulting in more casual summer themed images. This time, there was Delilah in a pair of black board shorts, an orange tank top, and brown leather thong sandals. She was looking off to the side, and looked to be in mid conversation. A great picture, all-in-all.

"Alright, kiddos!" Jason exclaimed, channeling his best Bernard Mettle vibe, "I know we're all itching to dive into this catalog and check out the goods, but we've got places to be—work and school call! So let's hustle and make this quick, alright?"

Their parents went their separate ways in their own cars, while the kids all loaded up into Vankong.

"So, Delilah, how's it feel to be rockin' that model life?" Leo asked with a confident grin on his face, his voice buzzing with excitement.

"Honestly, I don't feel much different at all." Delilah said, a hint of vulnerability in her voice, "I mean, I'm a little scared, not gonna lie."

"Hey, why are you so scared? C'mon, spill!" David asked, tilting his head with a curious grin.

"Aight, so they be pickin' my pics for the catalog, ya feel me? I think the boys gonna be tryna holla at me soon." Delilah said feeling a chill go through her.

All of the bros groaned.

"Indeed, I can certainly understand why that would evoke feelings of fear, dear older sister." Frankie remarked, placing a hand thoughtfully on his face at the mere thought of boys attempting to court his sister, who was already in a relationship with someone special.

"Ugh, why is it so hard for these dudes to get the hint that you're not into them, big sis?" Charlie grumbled, rolling his eyes. His brothers were all nodding along, looking as exasperated as he was, "Seriously, it's like they don't have a clue!"

"It's gonna be rough, but I'm hopin' it'll chill out soon. Delilah said, crossing her arms.

Her brothers nodded, giving her that look. They told her they had her back, no matter what.

"All right y'all! Royal Woods Elementary, you ready to crush it today? Love ya like my favorite energy drink!" Leo shouted as he came to a stop in the family van.

Delilah and all of her younger brothers stepped off of Vankong and waved goodbye to their older siblings.

Eventually, they all split up and went their separate ways to find their own groups of friends.

As Delilah strutted into the fifth graders' area, she was suddenly blocked by this boy named Trent, with a whole crew of her classmates trailing behind him.

"Hello, Delilah!" he called out, and his squad broke into a bunch of shy, stammering hellos. Delilah felt a wave of unease wash over her.

"Oh, uh, what's up, Trent?" She replied, giving him a nod. "And, um, what's good, everybody?" She tried to keep it cool, but their awkward greetings only ramped up the tension. "Y'all need something?" She asked, and just like that, the boys started losing it.

"She's so cool!"

"She's so pretty!"

"So thoughtful!"

"Guys, be cool." Trent growled at the friends, "Anyway, Delilah, we all just noticed that you happen to be in the latest Always Fashionable catalogue." He said nonchalantly, "And we were just wondering-"

"Would you sign our copies?" One of the boys shouted, darting forward with his magazine. It was opened up to the beach picture he had taken, "We should go to the pool together this summer, you look really great in a bikini." He said in, what he believed was, an enticing voice.

"Hey, no fair, you can't just jump ahead like that!" A faceless boy in the crowd said.

"You snooze you lose!"

Suddenly, the crowd of fanboys turned into a straight-up mob, all yelling over each other like it was a whole scene.

"Yo, chill out, y'all!" Delilah shouted, waving her hands like she was trying to break up a brawl, "Let's just calm down a minute, aight?" She really hoped she could cool things off before it got outta hand.

"And what, exactly, is going on here?" said a stern, authoritative voice. Everyone looked up and saw Ms. Johnson. She looked disappointed at the scene.

"Really boys? Fighting on school grounds? I thought better of you all." She said in a disappointed tone. Everyone had a chastised look on their face. "Delilah, what exactly did you do to set these boys off? It's not like you to instigate fights."

"It wasn't her fault, Ms. Johnson!" The fact that multiple girls said this simultaneously forced Agnes Johnson to quirk an eyebrow.

"Yeah." Trent said. "It was us bothering Delilah." He lifted his copy of Always Fashionable to show Ms. Johnson, "We just wanted to get her autograph."

Agnes lifted the magazine, observing her snow-capped student within its pages. She turned the glossy magazine pages, seeing Delilah in practically every theme; summer, winter, fall. She then turned and observed the group of boys, who were all watching Delilah and sighing at random intervals. She also observed Delilah, who was looking slightly annoyed, and constantly averting her eyes to make eye contact with any of the fan boys.

The rest of this year is going to be very interesting, she thought. Agnes returned the magazine to Trent, "Please try to keep yourselves under control." she pleaded. "Despite Delilah's new…celebrity status." she said this with pause. "She is still your classmate, and you owe her the same basic respect as everyone else. No ganging up on him, no badgering him for autographs, and definitely no bothering him in class!"

"Yes Ms. Johnson." The group of boys chorused. Agnes nodded to them, and turned and faced Delilah.

"And Delilah." She addressed her. "If you ever have any issues with anyone in school for your new part-time job, you come straight to me, understood?" Delilah nodded to her, which she accepted, "Good. Now I better not hear anymore disturbances coming from any of you." With that she turned and walked back towards her classroom.

Delilah cast a look at the crew of boys, their eyes still glued to her like she was about to drop some wisdom, even after the lecture they just got. She chuckled to herself, "Alright, let's get this over with." she said, glancing sideways at Trent, "What do you want me to say?" She snatched the magazine from his hands, grinning, ready to sign her name and make their day.

The End.