lincoln loud x milo murphy

chapter one: subway

17-year-old milo murphy strode down the street in his icky striped sweater vest the colour of a raspberry rotting in the back of your second uncles basement refrigerator. as he dodged falling street lamps and a chipmunk with rabies, he heard his stomach growl. 

"hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," he pondered. "i guess i am a little hungry. some lunch would do nicely." milo spotted a local subway out of the corner of his eye and licked his lips with passion. "mmmm, boy, do i LOVE a good subway sub."

milo stood in line, and as he browsed the menu, the smell of banana peppers and flatbread baking in the subway oven laced the tips of his nostrils. however, even though his tummy was ravenous and the smell of the sandwiches was oh-so-tasty, a white-haired employee seemed to catch his eye more than the meatball parm. 

"h-h-h-h-ello," milo murphy stuttered once he got to the front of the line. "i would li-like to b-b-b-b-b-uild my o-own sand. wich. my own sandwich....daddy....I MEAN-" 

"yes sir" the worker slid parchment paper on the smooth subway countertop and give milo a wink. "my name is lincoln. lincoln loud. yours?" 

"daddy"

"ok daddy....." lincoln said. "what do you want on your sandwiych" 

milo pointed his finger at the meatballs. spongey and rubbery, yet the only thing he wanted grazing the tip of his tongue. well, maybe not the ONLY thing.

"so...no bread?" lincoln asked. milo could only manage to shake his head as he drooled. 

"alright. what type of cheese?" 

"swiss. no, provolone..."

"how about............both" lincoln said sensually.

"that would be good..........................."

"veggies????????" 

"green peppers...a....and.....spinach" 

"sounds almost as delicious as you, milo." 

"how do you know my name?" 

"its embroidered on your left shoe"

"why were you staring at my feet"

"no reason 😋😋" 

lincoln finished milos sandwich and rung him up at the counter once. the slab of meatballs and spinach had been wrapped up in parchment paper, lincoln took a pen and wrote his number on the soggy sandwich. "call me."

"yes l-i mean, master..........................."