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A Loud to Love	By : JoJo Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 15014 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own the Loud House this story is made purely for entertainment not money.

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Lynn junior rolled over in her bed as the alarm went off snatching her from sleep. She slapped the off button on it as she threw off her covers placing her feet on the carpeted floor of the room she shared with Lucy and Lily. It had been the best decision; the twins came as a set so it was best to leave them with Lisa who could hold her own against Lola’s constant bitching and didn’t mind Lana’s pets giving her easy access to test subjects or something along those lines. Lynn saw Lucy rise from her bed slow as molasses or as Lucy might prefer congealed blood.
Lynn grabbed her usual attire tossing her night shirt as she grabbed her usual jersey and shorts and heading to the bathroom. The plus side of living with Pop-Pop and myrtle was that the bathroom line was much shorter and Lynn being an early riser was usually the first in line. As she entered the bathroom proceeded with her morning routine. As she did so her mind began plotting her game plan for the day. Fortune favors the prepared! She thought to herself of course she had no idea who said the quote, but she imagined he was into sports. As she walked out she came face to face with Lola the former beauty pageant all-star wearing her usual scowl. Lynn stared her down before Lola eventually scoffed moving past her into the bathroom without a word. “That’s what I thought.” Lynn said walking into the kitchen.
She wasn’t going to take Lola’s shit today or any other they were all hurting in some way, but they weren’t taking their pain out on others. Lynn grabbed a couple sports bar from the cabinet checking the clock as she waited for everyone to get in the kitchen. Lily appeared fully dressed in a lavender shirt and a pair of jeans ending in some black and white sneakers and walked into the kitchen grabbing some a pack of strawberry pop tarts putting them in the toaster before grabbing the jar of peanut butter from cabinet. Lynn shuddered her baby sister’s tastes mirrored their brother’s a little too much for her taste. Peanut butter on Pop tarts; gross!
“Morning Lynn.” She said pulling herself into a chair kicking her legs back and forth while she waited for her unholy breakfast. “Sup Lil.” Lynn responded finishing off her last bar chunking her trash into the can from across the room. “Nothing but net.” Lynn said pumping her fist. Lily clapped . “That’s what I call Net Gains!” She said giggling a little. Lynn sighed. Lily was starting to take in more around her which unfortunately meant taking in some of their sister’s more annoying habits namely Luan’s bad puns. “Don’t quit your day job Lily.” Lucy said appearing out of nowhere and sending both sisters into the air mirroring Lily’s pop tarts as they shot up from the toaster.
Lynn grabbed clutching her heart. “I hate it when you do that Lucy!” She growled grabbing her backpack before heading to the door. “Tell Pop-Pop I’m walking to school.” Lynn said as she shut the door behind her and began the trek to school. Now that they lived with Pop-Pop school was much farther, but that didn’t stop Lynn just better exercise she thought to herself as she took a few minutes to stretch before jogging to school. Lynn made it in record time to the Royal woods High School. Instead of going into the building Lynn circled around back to the football field getting in line for Practice as the Quarter back she made it her mission to be the first one on the field and last one off today was no different.

I cracked open my eyes looking around slowly. It felt as if my eyes were moving through sand. I groaned sitting up and rubbing the sleep from eyes. “What time is it?” I asked the empty house I began the search for my phone finding it in the kitchen under a jar of half eaten peanut butter. “Nice one Loud.” I said sarcastically licking the dried peanut butter from the screen turning it on to see it was 11:00 in the morning. I sighed turning on the sink and sticking my head under it letting the cold water sweep the cobwebs from my head and maybe deal with this headache I have. After five minutes under the ice cold water I pull my head out my once snow white hair plaster to my face the water running down my back and chest jolting me further awake. After swiping the wet hair from in front of my eyes I head to my computer my one and only source of income.
I dropped out of school sometime after my parents died. I didn’t deserve to pursue my dream not after the mess I’d caused, but I couldn’t just stop drawing either. It was everything I am without I might as well be dead, and contrary to my sorry state I’m not suicidal, so I do still draw and sell my art online alongside making my own online web comic. The comic’s nothing I’m proud of it’s a dark and depressing story of a man constantly fighting off the temptation of suicide, addiction, and violence taking the forms of demons. It was too dark even for Lucy and honestly the whole thing disgusts me. I hate everything about it, but that’s the point isn’t it? To punish myself so no one else will for my mistakes.
The fact that people enjoy my artwork and pay money for it as well as asking for commissions fills me with a sickening pride. On the one hand my art is appreciated and coveted which makes me feel good, on the other this vile comic is my bread and butter, something I revile and hate keeps a roof over my head and food in my gut. “My life is fucked.” I say flipping open the lid of my laptop opening it and coming face to face with my screen saver. It’s the family photo I’d had my sister’s take with e for our parent’s anniversary. It always fills me with warmth before reality blows out that small flame of happiness like a candle sinking me further into my darkness. I growl taking my feelings and pouring it into the latest page of my comic.
As always when I draw time flies by I’m only drawn out of my pit by my stomach growling. I lean back looking at the image I’ve created. The protagonist walks out of his home to a nearby Liquor store and stares through the window at all the bottles. He’s ninety days sober, but he can still remember the burn of his first taste. As he stands there his reflection begins to morph a fanged grin appears on his mouth his hair becomes liquid running down his body in a never ending river of beer. “Looks good doesn’t it?” His reflection speaks. Our hero shakes his head. “No it doesn’t.” His reflection laughs holding it’s head. “We both know that’s a lie. You remember that episode of Spongebob where he’s trying to impress that squirrel bitch by not drinking water?” The protagonist nods a slight grin coming to his face as he remembers better times. “That’s you.” Says the demon. “I don’t need, I don’t need it, but you do need it. You’re all dried out and soon enough you’re gonna fucking crumble to dust so just go in there and get the fucking bottle already!” The final panel ends with the main character walking through the door of the store.
I sigh. “Damn I don’t know whether to be impressed or ashamed.” I get up heading to the fridge and pull it open and just like my main character I’m faced with my own vices. “Do I go with a cold beer or run out for a bottle Old English?” The decision is made for me when the doorbell rings. “Beer it is.” I say snapping off a can of Miller High Life from the six pack and head to the door.
Lynn jumped up as the bell rang signaling the end of school. She raced out of the High School onto the front lawn and to the sidewalk breaking into a run as hit the pavement. This was probably the best time of day for Lynn, because unlike her sisters she had a secret. Something only she could do and like all things Lynn took pride in it. She ran up the streets her powerful legs eating up the distance to her destination. In record time she stood in front of her old home. It was worse for wear to be sure, but that didn’t matter to her, because this house held the key to not only her happiness, but everyone’s. She walked up the steps and rang the doorbell hearing a thud and then footsteps. She was filled with nervous energy as the door opened to reveal her older brother. Lynn would have been shocked, but she’d seen her brother in this state too many times already.
Lincoln’s hair had went from snow white to a dingy grey that streamed down to his shoulders in knots and snarls if you didn’t know better you’d swear her brother had dreadlocks. His once sparkling blue eyes were dark and bloodshot. Lincoln was wearing one of his orange shirts, but by the look of it she would assume he hadn’t changed it in over a year same went for the blue jeans, but the thing that did get a reaction from her was the can of beer in his hand. Lynn grit her teeth as she smacked the can from his hand seeing it land on the side of the porch leaking out into the driveway.
She looked back to her brother seeing the unbridled anger in his eyes, and stood her ground. “What the hell Lynn I was gonna drink that!” He shouted down at her. Lynn was a bit shaken at the harshness of her brother’s voice, but stayed her course. “The hell you were no brother of mine is going to be some drunk!” Lincoln grit his teeth. “You can’t tell me what to be Lynn shouldn’t you be at Pop-Pop’s anyway? Why are you here!?” Lynn shoved past him he may be taller and probably stronger than her, but she was an athletic machine that would not be stopped. She looked around the house shaking her head. Lynn was no clean freak by far, but this was disgusting. She could see plates and more beer cans sitting on the coffee table while napkins and fast food bags littered the carpet. The kitchen was overrun with dirty dishes and half full containers.
She looked at her brother who just stood there not looking at her. “This was our parent’s house and this is how you treat it Lincoln?” She asked watching him shrug. “It’s not so bad.” Is all he said. Lynn threw her bag to the ground as she got to work cleaning the family home. Lincoln just stood there watching her not lifting a finger to help. It was tough work, but for Lynn this was nothing she didn’t even break a sweat as she hurled out bags of trash and cleaned the dishes putting them away.
“I don’t know why you bother Lynn it’ll be back the same way in about a week.” Lincoln said sitting on the couch staring at nothing. Lynn growled. “Because I know why you leave it like this. You want me to come here and see you. You just don’t have the balls to say it.” Lincoln shifted his bloodshot eyes to her. “Get out!” He said coldly. “I don’t want you here, but you keep coming here every week for what to see how much of a failure I am or maybe you can’t wait until I blow my brains out so you can all move back-!” Lincoln got no further before Lynn’s fist crashed into his face. “I don’t want that none of us do. We want our brother back, and that’s why I keep coming back, because if I don’t I know you’ll do just what you said. I come here to this mess and hope to see that you’re back to normal that you’re ready to be our brother again!” Lynn said tears streaming down her face as she snatched her bag and ran out the door.
I watched her go wiping the blood from my face as I stood shakily to my feet. “I don’t know if I can be that guy again Lynn.” I said walking to the door as a shadow fell over me. I look up, coming face to face with a tall lanky African American man. His hair was short combed back from his face and glasses covered his eyes. He wore a blue T-Shirt with the letters MU on it. A pair of brown khakis adorned his lower half ending in some blue sneakers. “If you’re not sure then allow me to make the decision for you. You will never be the same Lincoln Loud you were before. That’s just a fact, but instead of trying to be the you of the past why not let me help you be a better Lincoln Loud. The Lincoln Loud of tomorrow.”
I could feel my eyes widened as this man reached his hand out to me. “Clyde is that you?” He slid his glasses down some allowing me to stare into his caring brown eyes. “It’s been awhile hasn’t it Linc?” He said before I crashed into him hugging him to me as he patted my back. “I know buddy let’s get you back on track. As we used to say Clinoln Mcloud for the win!”
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