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

| Thirteen - Lincoln |

    
    The latch clicked ever so silently behind me. In Clyde's silent house, every sound I made seemed to be magnified. I took a deep breath and started tiptoeing toward the living room. The flashlight on my phone drifted over various objects; such as the fruit bowl on the kitchen counter, a toy car abandoned in the corner, a globe resting in the largest space of the bookshelf, and a series photographs handing in a triangle above a couch.

I stared at the pictures a big longer than the rest, analyzing how normal they seemed to be. On top of the others was a cute wedding picture of two men holding hands with their heads pressed together and smiling, and the bottom two were of Clyde and what I guess is his sister Amethyst, and a family portrait in matching outfits.

I smiled softly. I wonder how long it took to take this picture.

I wondered if they had to struggle to get Amethyst into her clothes, and if they had problems getting everyone out the door on time: like we do. I wondered if Clyde protested the lame outfits, like my older sisters and I had when we got to the age where we began to hate it. I wondered if Clyde always looked that good with glasses on.

I scanned the wall for more pictures, but only came across a painting of a beach, a baby picture of Amethyst, and a picture of Clyde with thick glass and a striped shirt. I took a mental note to mention it later without making it seem like I broke into his house and was looking at his family's belongings in the middle of the night.

"Whoops. Too late now," I whispered to nobody really but myself. "Can't go back, I'm too deep into trespassing in their home."

I noticed a hallway leading to a staircase, which I would guess ended at Clyde's room. I carefully made my way across the hardwood floor, lightly pressing on the floorboards to test before putting my weight on them. I inched my way toward the hallway, feeling pretty confident that I'd find whatever I was looking for in Clyde's room.

Ah, yes, Lincoln Loud. Most confident teenager to be jailed for intrusion. So bold of you to assume this is going to be easy.

From my pocket I could feel a familiar vibration. My eyes widened and my hand darted toward my phone. Shit. Shit!

Just as expected, my obnoxious ringtone started blasting out of my phone just a second later. My hands shaking furiously, I managed to silence my phone after about five seconds.

Oh my. Fucking. God. Why me. Why now. I'm going to jail. Clyde's parents are actually going to murder me.

I heard rustling coming from the room closest to me and I almost shit myself. As fast and as quietly as I could, I hurried over to the wall of the living room, just a couple of feet from the room, and just far away so if they walk out they couldn't see me. I could hear my heart pounding for I knew they would find me if they walked just a few steps my way.

The doorknob clicked and opened, the door creaking open. Harsh, panicked breathing filled the hallway. After a few seconds,another pair of footsteps made their way toward the opened door.

"Ollie, honey, what are you doing?" A husky voice asked, full of worried confusion. The man's voice floated as if still half asleep.

"I swear I just heard something playing out here. I, I think someone's inside the house. I swear to god someone's here," the other man said, his voice shaking with fear. For a second I thought that, who I guessed was Ollie, was just as afraid as I was.