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cowboy like me-taylor swift 'now i'm waiting by the phone like i'm sitting in an airport bar'
the morning sun shone through the fabric of lynn's curtains, giving her skin a golden pink color before she turned the other way.
the victory of her basketball match still lingered the air, giving her energy to get up.
lynn hated sundays with her whole being. she couln't name anything positive about the day other than the fact that there was no school. instead she had to wait for monday to punch her in the face once she managed to convince herself it was going to be a good week.
today felt different. her feet felt lighter as she jogged down the stairs, careful not to slip over any of her ping-pong balls that fell from the attic a few days ago that no one had bothered to clean up.
in the kitchen was the normal chaos. luan and lola fighing over the last bagel, luna tripping over lilly, spilling juice all over lisa and another one of her inventions and of course lincoln and clyde doing... lincoln and clyde stuff.
nothing unusual really.
a sunday at the loud house was often the most busy. everyone had activities to get to and today was no different. on sundays lynn's soccer practice wasn't until six and most times she had a game, but today she didn't.
the silence felt uncomfortable around her as she blankly stared around the familiar walls of her room. she was fully convinced she would go crazy if she sat there for another minute and got up to go for a run.
stretching was another thing she hated. it gave off the exact same vibes as a sunday. even if it only took 5 minutes, she couldn't stand doing it.
with no idea where she was going or how long she was going to be out, the athlete started running.
she passed a few people that were out walking, making sure to run a little faster just to show them she wasn't slow.
she turned down towards a neighborhood she had been in many times before. the sidewalk she walked with zia every time they were going to her house.
compared to her own, their house was quiet. uncomfortably quiet if you were to ask lynn.
often times when she was there, it was only zia and zaria home. zia had told that their parents worked a lot so they usually had the house to themselves.
the pale gray house didn't stand any further away than any of the other houses, but it looked lifeless and alone.
it reminded her of a pair of eyes she had stared into hundreds of times before that usually just narrowed at her in response.
the eyes she wished didn't hate her.
the energy inside the laney house was different than at the loud house.
the second you stepped in the door at the loud's, you could sense it was filled with love and care even though it wasn't a rare sight to see one of the siblings run after another with a shoe.
at the laney's however, all the shoes were lined up perfectly, not a spec of dust in sight. the air felt empty within the cream colored walls.
it wasn't a home.
a wise woman once said: all my mornings are mondays stuck in an endless february.
yes, zaria was fully aware that it was a taylor swift lyric and that the following lyrics were 'i took the miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary'
no sentence had ever made more sense to her. she was by no means a morning person- nor was she a night person, but she really couln't stand mornings.
she enjoyed the peaceful hours of the day where she could sleep and let her mind decide where to take her. every night before bed she hoped to have a dream she could drift off to think about at school or just whenever she got bored.
tonight was not one of the nights she dreamt anything she remembered what was, which only made her day worse.
she felt as if she had wasted her whole sunday on waiting for nick to answer her texts, with no luck of course. she felt stupid for seeming so desperate for his attention.
she knew she had to ask him what was up when she got to school, but couldn't shake off the look he had given her at the basketball match.
she got sick to the stomach thinking about how he probably was mad at her and she didn't even know what about. all the texts she had sent was left was left on seen, which was honestly pissing her off.
talking to him when he was angry was like talking to a brick wall, but he was just a man, what more could she expect from him?
