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

[Seven - Lincoln]

     "What do we have here?" Lola waved her phone mockingly before Clyde and I. Face burning, I quickly reach for the device. Just my fingertips brush it before Lola yanks it towards herself.

"Lola, give me the phone," I demand, trying to sound as assertive as possible. Her smirk lessens for a second but fixes itself just as fast.

"Why, Linky? Don't want anyone to know about your boyfriend?" She sang at me, waving the screen towards me tauntingly. She leaned in closer, "Or is it your boy-toy you're ashamed of?"

I see Clyde shift uncomfortably next to me; he slides away from me and looks at his hands. His cheeks are burning red and his hands appear to be shaking.

"Lola I swear to god; if you don't give me that right now, I will destroy every trophy in your room." Her eyes narrowed at me, but you could see her grip lessening.

"You wouldn't dare," Lola whispered, still squinting at me in disbelief. "You don't have the guts."

"Who do you think broke your tiara last month, Lana?" She widened her eyes in horror, obviously taken aback. She reluctantly gave me her phone which still had the same picture of Clyde and I displayed on its screen.

Obviously I had no intention of deleting it, instead selecting it to send it to myself. But, there seemed to be more than that one. Furrowing my eyebrows, there seemed to be more pictures of Clyde and I. Most of them were pictures of Clyde or I looking at the other when they weren't watching. God, I don't remember any of these.

Pictures of us laughing.

Pictures of us smiling.

Pictures of us blushing.

Pictures of us just...looking at each other.

God, it was so weird. Not only the pictures, but what was going on in them. It looked like we were so immersed that we didn't stop to think about what we were doing. Of course I remember where we were and what we were doing, but these photos put a whole new perspective on it. Is this seriously what I look like when I talk to Clyde?

It looks like I'm in love.

I feel a sinking feeling in my stomach, but still select them all and send them to myself. I delete the originals and hold the phone out to Lola, who snatched it out of my hand quickly like she was afraid that I would keep it.

"Whatever, it was just a joke. You just freaked out for no reason," she huffed, her breath forming a thick cloud swirling out her mouth. She turned on her heel and stomped into the house, slamming the door.

Clyde still sat against the railing, staring at his hands. His face turned away from me and his mug was abandoned on the stair by his feet. Only short clouds came from him in short rhythms, floating a few inches about his head until dispersing.

The snow still fell around us at its normal pace. Snowflakes were stuck in his hair and scarf, never seeming to melt. His ears were still red, burning as bright as before.

"Um," I began, sliding closer to Clyde. "I don't know why..."

I hesitated before I touched him. The way he was sitting made him look so open and vulnerable, and it didn't make sense. What the hell am I doing?

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

One...

Two...

Three.

I grabbed Clyde by the hand and yanked him upwards. His face was pure shock and surprise as I faced him towards me, just as close as we were before. Our noses almost touching, our breath swirling. I didn't know what I was thinking. Everything was happening so fast. Clyde's hands in mine, our faces so close, my heart beating and my mind racing.

What the hell was I thinking?

Our eyes met and our bodies were held against each other. I could feel his breath and hear his heartbeat, or was that mine? It just seemed like two beating at once. My thoughts were so scrambled I couldn't see straight.

Clyde

Clyde

Clyde.

It was always Clyde.

I rested my head in the crook of his neck and laughing so hard my entire body shook. I'm not quite sure what I was laughing at. Everything, I guess. Everything about Clyde messed me up inside, and I didn't care if Lola was sitting in the window right now taking hundreds of pictures. I get to be with Clyde.

"What's so funny?" Clyde eventually asked me, not moving once since I pulled him into me.

"I figured out what I've been missing this entire time. I found the piece I didn't know was lost."

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Hey uhhhhhh...

*awkward cough*

Another chapter....

I'm even disappointed in the lack of gay in my own writing. I'm disappointed in the lack of updates. I'm disappointed in the lack of quality content. Father, I am disappoint.

But hey, if you even care, the thing that I spend all my time doing (Robotics) finally had an actual competition this weekend and we w0n. I didn't really talk to anyone and some people made me feel like garbage but hEy,

There was supposed to be something positive but I got nothing good to say I hated being there.

None of this book makes sense because I don't read any of the previous chapters before writing it after so long so I just kinda wing it wh00ps. Don't like it? Inhale my d0NG

Well I should stop before this becomes longer than the actually chapter (hthat's not very hard heY0)

Wait wait wait, I want to say just for some reason I wanted to write the whole last part so I could say 'I couldn't see straight' hahA I want death

-Q