Loud House Experience Chapter 6

Chapter 4

Y/N: This is amazing!
Ultra Vegito: it is, isn't it
Me: Hey guys, look at the screen

Everyone looks at the screen (well, one of them), and the see (lemon warning) something interesting....

Lincoln was sitting in the school's art room waiting to see if anyone would show up after school. It was the first week and everyone was looking to add new club members. But he wasn’t sure if anyone would join since the art club wasn’t very popular. He was sadly the only member and if he couldn’t get one person to join, then the club would shut down. After five minutes of waiting, Lincoln was about to give up when the door opened.

He saw a young girl enter the room. She was clearly a freshman and she had long black hair with bangs that hid her eyes from him. She looked at him and smiled.

“I would love to join the art club as I’ve always had a passion for art.” The girl said with a slight bow.

“Welcome. What's your name?” Lincoln asked.

“Lucy Loud, at your service~ and I'm looking forward to making beautiful art with you~.” She said though there was almost a purring sound to her words.

“My name is Lincoln Long. And sadly, I'm the only one in this club.” Lincoln said with a sigh.

“Really?” Lucy asked, tilting her head to the side in confusion.

“Yes. Not many can focus on their own work when they constantly try to compare themselves to me.” Lincoln admitted with a blush.

Lucy nodded. She knew that Lincoln Loud was the school’s best artist. “That makes sense, even I'm kinda nervous to try and compare myself to you.”

Lincoln chuckled nervously. “Well, I don't try to flaunt my skills. But envy is unfortunately very common among artists.”

“That sounds like it can be very hard to deal with for most people.” Lucy pointed out.

Lincoln sighed as his shoulders slumped a bit. “Yes, it is. I don't have many friends because they think I'm some pretentious snob.”

“That's not ok, nobody should think of you as that, I'm sure you're a very kind person.” Lucy said as she placed a gentle hand on Lincoln’s shoulder.

“Thanks.” Lincoln said gratefully. “So...you want to join?”

A big smile formed on Lucy’s face. “Yes, I'd be honored to join.”

“Well, there is a test to see if you have what it takes to join. Think you're up to it?” Lincoln asked.

“Absolutely, what's this test?” Lucy asked, confident that she could pass any test that Lincoln thought of.

Lincoln blushed. “A portrait...a nude portrait.”

“A nude portrait of you?” Lucy asked, blushing a tiny bit of red at the thought of drawing Lincoln naked.

But Lincoln shook his head, his cheeks turning a shade redder. “No...o-of you...”

“Of me?” Lucy asked, her face turning bright red. “Oh my...”

“An artist must be able to step out of their comfort zone and I find that allowing yourself to become the subject is a great way of doing just that.” Lincoln quickly explained, not wanting Lucy to think that he was just a perverted artist.

To his complete shock, Lucy took a deep breath before she nodded. “Fine, just don't laugh please...” Lucy then took off her black hoodie and began to unbutton her shirt.

While Lucy undressed, Lincoln prepared his canvas and charcoal. When he got into artist mode, he didn’t let anything get in the way of his art, not even hormones. Once he was done, he looked at Lucy who had just finished folding her clothes on the table.