The Loud House // It's Too Much || Clincoln

[Four - Clyde]

I swung my legs rhythmically while Lincoln talked to the school nurse. My nose bleed had stopped (for the most part, I felt a tingle now and then), and I felt embarrassed. Partially that I was panicking in the middle of the hallway because of a nosebleed, and mostly because I was found by the person the problem was all about. How would I explain that to him?

"Hey you know how less than five minutes ago you found me bloody and panicky on the ground? Well that's because I have a weird creepy crush on you and I don't know how to act like a normal human being about it."

Like that won't make them ignore me for years again.

...too soon?

"Clyde?" I heard someone say right in front of me. I snapped my head up to see a familiar light haired boy bent over and looking me in the eyes. I couldn't help but notice how pretty his eyes are, not that they're feminine or anything, just beautiful. Not like it's just a girl word, it's an everybody word. Not that there's anything wrong with women, just because I'm gay doesn't mean I hate girls or what they stand for. Feminism if great, I just don't know if-

"Clyde?" I heard him ask louder, and I had to wrap myself back from my confusing thoughts. He had one finger stuck under my chin, lifting my head to meet eyes with him again. "I said, are you alright?"

"Um," I let out an awkward cough before continuing, "Yeah, it happens all the time, no big deal."

"Okay, it just seemed pretty intense. I've never seen so much blood come out of a nose before." He said, tilting my head up a big further so he could see under my nose. I prayed to god that if I had a single thing in my nose I would literally live under a bridge for the rest of my life.

"Yeah, your-" I began, quickly stopping myself from talking any further. My mouth remained open, forming the next syllable but with no sound coming out. I quickly wracked my brain for another sentence, knowing mine was a bust.

'Yeah, your sister used to do the same thing to me.' Is definitely not the appropriate response right now.

"My what?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. What do I do now? I want to set myself on FIRE.

"Yeah, uh - you're really nice for bringing me here. Thanks." I lamely said, grabbing onto his shoulder for support while I stood up. I heard Lincoln mumble something back, but I didn't catch it. I tried to take a step, but I quickly found myself falling. Being the baby I was, I let out a tiny scream. I closed my eyes and let myself fall, for I knew that if I can't walk, and I sure as hell can't catch myself. I accepted my death, even though I knew that I was completely overreacting.

Until I felt arms catch me from behind.

"Woah, dude. You can't walk right now. The nurse gave you your meds and you're going to be dizzy for the next couple of hours, remember?" I heard Lincoln say, pressing me against his own body. I nodded in agreement, but I was worried he would release me from his grip and I would have to stand on my own. Well, if I could stand. I knew how strong my medication is.

With anybody else this would would be the moment where both people involved would already be separated and giving their respected "no homo"s, but this is Clyde McBride and Lincoln Loud here. One is the most homo homosexual out there and the other makes gay shit look like just normal shit.

So there I stood, leaning into his chest with his arms wrapped around me as he spoke to the nurse about something. They were probably talking about me, because apparently if I opened my mouth I'm going to either make a joke and ruin my chances with my new old best friend, or I'm going to confess my "undying love" for my new old best friend.

Bleh.

What kind of hellish medicine is this?

For probably the millionth time today, Lincoln said something to me and I don't hear it the first thirty times.