Lynn Loud Jr.— Beautiful face, beautiful smile... horrible personality. She was all about sports. Everything sports, birthday themes, chatting topics, phone cases, even her room decor. She rarely had friends because of her aggression and behavioral issues. At first, you hated her, but after your teacher put you guys together for a project, you realized... maybe she was just lonely?

The more you hung out, the more Lynn realized she was in love with you. With your smile, your laughter, and your body. She wanted to be the one you laughed with. She wanted to be the only one allowed to touch your body, to worship it like a holy temple. She wanted to take all your pain, to hold and kiss you. Each time your eyes lit up, it burned a hole in her heart, a hole with your name on it.

At night, she'd toss and turn, dreaming of you, whispering your name softly like a forsaken prayer never meant to be heard but also like a desperate cry for only you to hear. She finally went to the only people she knew to go to, her sisters. She had nine sisters, to be exact, and one brother, making her one out of eleven children.

That night, she sat in Luna and Luans room, along with Lori and Leni, spewing words like an avalanche from her tongue. They finally convinced her to be the bigger person. So... She got on her best outfit, which was a tight white and red striped baseball jersey and white skirt. You had to admit she looked pretty cute. She asked you out, and from that point forward, small meaningful dates were your Saturday nights for weeks. Slowly, you both evolved to a couple, handholds and small kisses that she had no clue how to do. She was a total dork, your dork. Her dimples every time she saw you, the fireworks in her brain, the shimmer in her eyes, and the jitters in her body, all meant love to you. So... here you were, walking through the loud residence door to meet her family. It sure was a full house, thirteen people under one roof, but they made it work. Her family was beaming at you, smiling and warming (but loudly) welcoming you in. Of course, they were excited. You were *Lynn's first girlfriend, and not to mention her family's shock at the fact Lynn was into girls. Luna always said her "Gay-dar" went off around Lynn, "Gay-dar" was the term she used for "Gay Radar." Lynn always told her to hush because she "wasn't even fully gay. She's Bisexual so it doesn't count."

Now you stand before a rowdy bunch, Rita (mom), Lynn Sr (Dad), Lori, Leni, Luna, Luan, Lincoln, Lucy, Lola, Lana, Lisa, Lily, and of course, Lynn who was now dressed in red shorts and cropped red and white strip tanktop.