L. Loud x Male Reader

Ch.2 The Visit

The Visit

Two days earlier, on a Thursday

Suddenly sitting up in my bed I recollect myself. Found that I've been having nightmares more often this week, I reach over for my phone off my nightstand and I check the time. Currently 7:46am on a Thursday and it's good I haven't started school yet. To my disappointment though I had to start classes next week, and I'm not exactly looking forward to starting over in a new high school. Always was afraid of being judged, and hated the feeling of eyes looking me top to bottom in dissatisfaction. That feeling made my very existence seem like an inconvenience to everyone around me.

Thinking of the past always put me in a shit mood. Whether I was reminiscing the good or bad memories. It didn't matter, it just always seemed to piss me off.

After getting out of bed I decide against playing on my computer. Reason being is that I think I have somewhere to be today. I just can't for the life of me remember what it was.

Shaking the thought, I sit at my desk, and browse my phone for awhile.

A few minutes on my phone I decide to officially wake up by having a shower.

Leaving my desk I open the door and head to the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom I start up the shower. A stream of warm water rushes over me, now relaxed, and now feeling a bit better. I turn the water off, dry myself, and I meet my reflection.

I'm face-to-face with a handsome boy with a reckless grin. A tough-looking boy with a bitter look to his face. A quiet boy who's a smart-looking 16 year old and whose hair also needed a cutting badly and seeing that his eyes have a scared look in them. He's got dark-brown, almost-black hair and grayish-brown eyes. Wishing his eyes were a bit more gray though, because almost everyone has brown eyes.

I also have a tattoo on my right forearm. I've always been rebellious but only when it counted. Thinking back on it. I remember having to wear long-sleeved shirts, just to hide it from dad. Though he found out eventually, and he wasn't happy about it. He grew to accept it though, and even grew to liking it.

Wishing I was a bit more better looking, but I guess my own looks aren't so bad. I know I've got to be content with what I have. Couldn't help but crack a smile at my reflection. Felt embarrassed because I've been staring at myself for quite some time. But it's not like anyone is watching. Right? Of course not, home alone as always, but the reason why is what I'm upset about.

Returning to my room, I get dressed in a pair of khakis, strap on my watch, and pull on a white T. Next move is the kitchen, thinking of maybe whipping up some eggs with toast, and putting two-and-two together for brekky.

After finishing breakfast my phone starts ringing. I pull it out from my pocket.

I answer without checking.

"Yo."

"Hello this is the Front Desk at the Royal Woods Hospital. I'm just calling to remind you that you have a visit with your father today at 9:00AM today."

"Oh. Thanks for reminding me."

"Have a nice day." she hung up

That's what I needed to do today. I remember now.

A quick look at my watch reveals that it's currently 8:14AM. Better make my way over now before I miss the bus. Grabbing my black bomber jacket. Quickly going to my room, grab my guitar, and head to the door. Tying my black converse shoes, I lock the front door, and slide the key under the doormat.