Loud House Experience Chapter 8

Chapter 11 part 2 of my backstory

Me: So where was I? Oh yeah, so after I got with Michael, we actually got married. This was never shown, so here is the wedding day, but first, I'll tell you how Ray and I did it. Actually, just think about all the other people I did it with in this story, and you get the idea anyway. Here is the wedding. It takes place during Loud House Experience (LHE) Chapter 6

Mark: Before we begin, I would like to share a story.... I'm y/n in the story, and yes, I'm also gay.....

You stared at your basketball uniform with disgust. Or was it anticipated? But truly, it was fear. Fear of being found out in 1986 as a true freak.

Because guess what??

You liked metal music. You liked Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit books. And your deepest, darkest, nerdiest secret was... that you liked D&D. Dungeons and Dragons. Well, you used to. Since getting popular, you'd had to refrain from playing the game, mostly due to the lack of real friends.

Your eyes drifted to the other clothes you owned. It was 8 at night, it was close to dark, so you decided on some dark jeans and a judas priest t shirt to hide under your letterman jacket. You grabbed your packet of cigarettes, your lighter, a torch for if it gets dark and slipped on your shoes to get out the trailer.

No one from school knew you lived in the trailer park. If they did, they'd asked questions. They didn't need to know that family is out of the picture and that you lived here alone. Well, alone with a cat named Lola.

"Hey, girl, I'm just going out for about half an hour. Wanna come?" You asked, opening the door to the trailer. She always stayed close to you, so you didn't worry about her wondering off. However, you got your answer when she ran into your bedroom and curled up in your duvet. "Guess not," you sighed.

You grabbed your backpack, got out your trailer, and walked to the wooden picnic bench outside. You grabbed a cigarette and lit it, taking a deep inhale and shutting your eyes. You opened them to look around. The forest looked so deep. You remembered that kid who disappeared a few years ago, so you decided to go against the impulse for a walk.

A breeze gently caressed your skin, and you pulled the jacket tighter around you. You pulled out your walkman and played the 'Holy Diver' album. You nodded your head lightly to the beat, tapping your hands on your legs. You swung the backpack off your back, but it wasn't shut, and it spilt your cassettes everywhere. You swore loudly and bent to pick them up. You reached to grab the 'Ride The Lightning' album when your hands collided with another. "Nice album," the voice said. You looked up and recognized the face of a peer. Well, someone who goes to your school. Eddie fucking Munson, of course. "Yeah, it's good" you said shortly, giving him an awkward smile as you took the cassette.

You never paid much attention to Eddie Munson. You had to listen to Jason and the rest of your teammates complain about him, but to you, Eddie was just another misunderstood kid who decided to be himself instead of hiding. You admired him for that- from a distance of course.

"They're all pretty good, to be honest. Nice collection you got here. 'DIO' 'Judas Priest' 'Mötley Crüe' 'WASP' and how did this little number get in with all these?" he asked holding up the 'ABBA' cassette. "That's- It's- It's my sisters! Yeah, she must have- um- snuck it in there. She know how much I hate them" you said, trying to sound convincing. You hoped you did, you knew you didn't. "Yeah, sure. I bet you head bang to 'Waterloo' though" Eddie shot you a smug grin that went straight to your cheeks. He then smiled normally at you, you smiled back and moved up the bench. "Sit" you told him. He raised his right eyebrow slightly but complied with the instruction.

"So, what's brought the great y/n l/n to a trailer park?" Eddie asked with interest. "I live here." you said simply, hoping he'd drop the subject. "I'm surprised I haven't seen you here before" he told you. "I usually get home from school and don't emerge until the next morning. Unless we have a game, even then I try to be home earliest as possible" Eddie hummed as you both listened to the album that was still lightly playing through the headphones, now on the table. "What about you?" you asked, taking another drag of your almost finished cigarette. "Wanted a walk. But I only made it about twenty paces past my front door" he said and pointed to the trailer you assumed was his. "Me too" you said and pointed to yours. "Guess we're neighbours" Eddie noted. "Guess so" you said, stumping out the finished cigarette on the table.