Moved into Your Heart - Loud House

Chapter 2: Crickets Like You~

Author's Note!!!!!

I made a little playlist for this fic! Its called Crynn (Cricket Emoji, Man Emoji)!!! I'd rlly love it if you checked it out! Thank you! Have a good one! Enjoy the chapter!

Cricket was having one of thise days. He thought about last night and how CRAZY he had gotten. He remembers little patrs of it: drinkin', singing, and passing out on the sidewalk outside of the club he was rejected from. He trudged diwn the street towards Paddy's Pub. The gang hated Cricket but Cricket just wanted a brewski. Especially since he got rejfcted from the last place a brewski could be found. 

Goiung to PAddy's would still hurt because of Sweet Dee. It was still touchy after the last time they saw each other. He feared it would be too awkward to go back, but brewskis are brewskis. 2:00 am was the witching hour for Cricket. He enjoyed the smell of South Philly and the quietness of the air. He walked by a car, expensive SUV. He watched as a blonde, curvy woman with a button up shirt got out of it. She flattened down her shirt and waved to the driver. Cricket saw the car drive away and felt the urge to chase after it on all four, but decided against it.

This woman was so blonde it =almost made him forget about Sweet Dee. This woman was stylish with her bob and bangs. She didn't have a bra on. 

Rita: (and who are you?

Cricket: I'm Cricket! Some call me Rickety, some call me Father. I was a priest. (coughs a lil)

Rita: Oh my!

Cricket: I'm not sick, I just do that sometimes. So how many kids you got?

Rita: (gasp and shocked) How did you know I'm a mother?

Cricket: (smirking) Well, a Father knows a mother!

Rita: I have eleven children. All white.

Cricket: Okay? Wait 11?

Rita: Yeah. Eleven. I hate all of them and they all kind of suck, especially my son. I also hate my baby, that bottomfeeder.

Cricket: (genuinely confused) I thought it was a breast feeder?

Rita: (haha-ing) You wanna go in that alley?

Cricket: For drugs?

Rita: No, but you're gonna get high off something.

Cricket: Oh my! Alrighty then! Cricket Dicks It!

time skip

Cricket walked out of the alley, pulling his pants up. Rita already left to tend to her spawn. Now he really needed a brewski. He walked the rest of the way to Paddy's pub and took a deep breath in, readying himself to see Sweet Dee. INstead, a man walked out that Cricket had never seen before. A man with brown hair, receding hairline, and loafers, and all. Cricket thought he was on drugs! A man so wrinkly but beautiful was standing... right in front of him! They locked orbs.

Lynn Sr.: Wow... I mean, hello!And you are?

Cricket: I'm Cricket! Rickety Cricket! (coughs a lottle)

Lynn Sr.: (giggle) Oh! I've heard of you!

Cricket's heart sunk! What did those beautiful men inside Paddy's pub say ablout him to this new man? Or maybe Sweet Dee ratted on him.

Lynn Sr.: You're gay right?

Cricket: (head a spinnin') What? NO!

Lynn Sr.: I'm bisexual, it's okay if you're gay and stuff.

Cricket: Unlabelled, I suppose. Me, I mean! I don't know!

Lynn Sr.: (smiling with *teeth) It's okay to not know! That's what I told one of my daughters at least. Before she came out to me.

Cricket: How old are you?

Lynn Sr.: I don't kiss and tell.

Cricket: Was that an invitation? I don't even know your name, Lynn Sr.

Lynn Sr.: It's Lynn Sr. Loud. I just moved here with my big-ass family.

Cricket: What made you want to move to Philly?

Lynn Sr.: I was just drawn in, it's hard to explain...

Cricket: Neat.

Lynn Sr.: (blushing): I appreciate that, Cricket. SPeaking of my famiily, the big ass one, I should get back to them before they all wake up. My daughter Lana wakes up at 4 sometimes, to skate. It's her new thing, trust me.

Cricket: That's okay. I'm usually aroudn these parts. Specifically outside this pub, peering though the winders. Or in the vents.

Lynn Sr.: Then I guess I'll see you around, Rickety Cricket.

As Lynn Sr. drove away in the biggest van ever created, one could call it Vanzilla, Cricket kept replaying how Lynn Sr. said his name in his head. He was drunk wnough at that poiunt. Drunk on love. Like Beyonce song.

*song in Spotify Crynn Playlist!