Family Bond

15

"Luan, Luna, could you come here for a moment?" Rita called as she sat in her room. 

When Luna and Luan went into their parents' room, they saw them sitting on their bed, stern looks on their faces.

"Shut the door, Luan," her father instructed, which made her and Lucy-who was walking past and could hear them-gulp. 

"Okay," Luan muttered, shutting the door. Before she did, she exchanged a worried look with Lucy, who gave her a rare, hopeful smile, and a thumbs up.

"So...what's wrong?" Luna asked, playing coy.

Her parents' faces told her she shouldn't have done it.

"I'm really sorry for what I said to Luna," Luan blurted, "but we're apologized to each other and we're both okay." 

"Luan, you have to know that that kind of humor isn't okay," Lynn Sr. told her. "Even though Luna is wrong, you shoudn't have tried to correct the situation. That's your mother and I's job."

"You're grounded for a month," Rita told her. "That means no Funny Business videos, and no gigs, either."

"Okay. I'm sorry," Luan repeated.

"We know you are, honey. Now go to your room, and shut the door behind you."  

Luan turned around and, subtly mouthing 'good luck' to Luna, left, jogging up the steps to their room.

"Now you, young lady," Lynn began, "are on an entirely different level of trouble."

Rita took over for him. "What were you thinking? You seriously hurt Lincoln! The doctor told me that he'll have trouble remembering for the rest of his life! He'll have trouble moving his hands for the rest of his life! All over some petty guitar!" 

"It's not a petty guitar!" Luna argued, jumping up. "Don't call it that!"

-Flashback-

"Happy birthday, dear Luna, happy birthday to youuuuu."

Luna smiled and blew out the candles on her cake, listening to her parents and siblings clap. 

She opened her presents fairly quickly, until she got to the last one.

It was a box, neatly wrapped and pushed aside. 

"Look at the tag, Lu!" Lincoln cheered. She looked on the side of the box, and there was a small note,  scribbled in a four year-old's messy handwriting:

luv linky

"I wrote Linky 'cause it's easier to spell than Lincoln," Lincoln whispered to her. "Please don't tell anyone. Now open it, open it!"

She tore it open and her mouth dropped. 

"It's a drum set!" Leni cheered.

"No, Leni," Lori sighed, "that's a guitar." 

It was a purple guitar, shiny, new, and beautiful. The best part, however, was the writing on the bottom.

Rock on, Luna! Have a smashing birthday!

-Mick Swagger

"You got it signed?!" She screamed, rushing to hug her smiling parents. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Thank Lincoln," her father told her. She looked to her mother, confused.

"He got Mick Swagger's attention," her mother explained, rocking a whiny Lucy. "We got there late, and he disappeared for twenty minutes, and came back with Mick Swagger holding him. Gave us a heart attack."