My tomboy (Older Lana Loud x Male reader)

Your not invited

Narrator: Five minutes later, Lana gets a knock on her bedroom door

Lana: Come in!

Lola: Hi Lana, can you come out the front real quick

Lana: Is a rat in the trash can again?

Lola: *Lying to get Lana outside* Yep, it's a big one

Lana: Alright, let's go

Narrator: The twins go to the front door, Lola opens the door and Lana is suprised by A green carpet a six frogs with tuxedo ties on their heads and at the end of the path is You holding a sign*

The sign: *Y/N wrote in capitals* LANA LOUD, WILL YOU GO TO PROM WITH ME?

Narrator: Lana was in the best way shocked by this, she didn't even respond at first while walking down the carpet, she just nodded

Lana: Yes. YES!

Lincoln, Lola and Lana's friends: Hurray

Lana: *Hugs you* Thank you, so much

Y/N: You deserve it, you deserve the best

Lana and Y/N: *Yeet the sign away, as they hug*

Off screen voice: Ooooohhhhhhffffffffff

Narrator: The young couple look over the see the sign hit Lincoln, right in the testicles

Lana and Y/N: Oops, sorry Lincoln

Lincoln: It's... ok *holding his special area infront of five girls*

Y/N: I promise, nothing will ruin this for us

Lana: I know *kisses your cheek*

Other voices: Aaawwww

Narrator: Everyone looks to see the other Loud sisters watching this adorable moment

Lana: *Blushing dark red* Guys! Stop! *murmered*

Leni: But Lana, it's totes cute

Luna: Agreed, brah

Lily: It's like a Disney princess movie couple

Lynn jr: Nothing like that Lily. Just because their a couple, dosen't make them a Disney couple

Lucy: Sigh. Even with my dark side, even I admit, that was romantic, need I say cute

Narrator: The next day at school

Y/N: *Going through locker* School is almost over

?: Well, well, well

Y/N: *Turns around to see Heather* Ugh. Hello Heather

Heather: So I heard you invited Lana of all people to prom

Y/N: Don't. Talk. About her. Like that *mad*

Heather: I can, and I will

Y/N: Screw this

Narrator: You start walking up to Heather. But as your about to get in her face, Joe rugby tackles *Author: I'm from England folks, I know rugby is called football in America* you to the lockers

Y/N: Uggh, son of a...

Lacey: *Slaps you* Watch it!

Heather: *Punches you* Don't talk about my boyfriend like that, you ass

Joe: Yeah, leave my GF alone, you... *see's Mr Boring, glaring at them* Uh. Oh...

Lacey: What are yo... *realises* Oh no

Heather: Why ar... *also realises* Shit

Mr Boring: ...You three, principal Rivers office, now!!

Joe: Dang it!

Lacey: Unbelievable

Heather: Should've done it outside of school

Narrator: In the Principles office

Mr Boring: *Finishing the story* ...and they were assaulting him against lockers

Principle Rivers: I can't believe this. Especially from 11th graders, I've seen kindergarteners maturer then this! Heather, I thought you were better then this. Well, clearly I was wrong, you three left me me choice, your not invited to prom. All three of you

Lacey, Heather and Joe: What?

Principle Rivers: And that's a lunchtime detention in my office for extra

Narrator: With You

Y/N: Ugghhhh. I can't catch a break with those three *recovering*

Lola: Oh jeez, Y/N, what happened to you?

Y/N: three words "Joe, Heather, Lacey"

Lola: Drat. They're idiots

Y/N: I know, thankfully Mr Boring caught them, and are in the Principles office

Lola: Man, talk about karma

Lana: W.... what even happened here?

Lola: Three people, no prizes for guessing who

Lana: Joe, Lacey and Heather?

Lola and Y/N: Yep

Lana: Oh no

Off screen: THANKS IDIOT, NOW WERE NOT INVITED TO PROM!

Narrator: The three look over to see Lacey, Heather and Joe, angry

Heather: Great, now I can't buy my $100 dress I wanted

Lacey: What about me and my $350 dress I wanted

Joe: And my $20 suit

Lana: One of those things isn't like the other

Lola: The suit in double digits?

Lana: Yep

Heather: Thanks a lot Y/N

Lana: Oh, grow up, Heather, if you were invited to prom, you'd stink of makeup that smells like... blood!

Heather: Excuse me!

Lana: You heard me!

Heather: I will...

Lacey: Heather, girl, let's not get in more trouble

Heather: Ugh, fine.

Narrator: As they leave

Heather: Makeup that smells of blood? She has some nerve saying that

Joe: *Gets an idea* So, she wants to talk smelling of blood, huh? We'll show her smelling of blood

Lacey: What do you mean, Joe?

Joe: Have you two every heard of this old move called "Carrie"?

Lacey and Heather: I'm listening

Joe: My gramps runs a farm near the outskirts of Royal Woods, let's just say we'll need a bucket, pig blood and tampering who becomes prom queen. One Lana Loud will soon find out what blood smells like.

Lacey: I like where this is going

Heather: It's payback time

Author: Uh oh. How was the chapter, did you enjoy it?