LUNA'S POV

Confusion. More than anything right now, all I can comprehend is the confusion I've felt, the confusion that I'm feeling now. My sexuality, future, interests… just to name a few.

I strum a note on my guitar. Nothing fancy. A deep monotone, like that of a male voice, emits from the instrument mournfully. The note lingers, and I hear Luan from the neighboring bedroom, getting a good laugh out of Lana. A small smile tugs at my lips. I remember the days when I was younger, when everything seemed foreign to me...yet in a good way. Then, I hadn't experienced the pain of living...period! I sigh a little too dramatically, placing my beloved guitar beside me. "Luna," I breathe to myself. "You're on the highway to hell."

Slouching, I glance outside my bedroom window, watching as dad attempts to remove the junk that has managed to collect on our roof. A collection of frisbees, boomerangs, and baseball bats; the majority due to Lynn's competitive and rowdy behavior. "Honey!" The startled and fearful sound of my father's voice snaps me back to consciousness. Teetering on the edge of the ladder, flapping his arms dramatically like a restless bird mid-flight, dad falls, managing to take a chunk of shingle down with him. I wince as he hits the ground with a sickening thud. I consider rushing to his aid, just before a strangled "I'm alright" drifts through the open window.

Sighing with relief, I return to my bean bag chair. I lift up my electric guitar, fiddling with the tuning knobs, all the while praying that I don't snap another string.

Just as I begin to test it, a faint knock is heard on the other end of my bedroom door. Before I've even risen from my chair, I'm considering who it could be. Just the thought of any of my ten siblings knocking before entering gives me the creeps. Except maybe Lisa… or Lori? I make my way towards the door. What about Leni? She might… One step, two steps… my hand is on the doorknob. I twist and the door opens smoothly. I find myself face to face with…

My heart hammers as I gaze into her blue eyes. Her shoulder length blonde hair-with the prettiest streak of blue-captivates me. She smiles gently, and I feel my body temperature rise. It's early March, and I know that the intense heat is not the fault of nature. "Sam…" is all I can manage without stuttering like a maniac. "I had no idea you were coming; I would have-" Sam laughs lightly, a tinkling melody like the chiming of a lily of the valley. "Oh, Luna, " she blushes, not removing her eyes off of mine. "No need to stress. I heard word from Lori and Leni that you had fallen into this kinda… depression, and I wanted to check in on you." I sense Sam inching towards me, yet I don't push back. Her eyes, filled with concern, regard me seriously. Her hand lands gently on my arm to provide comfort. I exhale, finally finding myself at ease.

It's now been almost a week since anyone has said more than the same four words to me ("are you alright, Luna?"). The same 4-5 days with which nothing eventful happened. When panic attacks would plague me practically every day. And the confusion! The absolute confusion…

"Thanks for checking in, Sam; I really appreciate it," I say, genuinely meaning it. "Anytime Luna, anytime," Sam replies. She then reaches into her bag, retrieving a collection of messy books and paper. "Sorry about the mess," she says, handing me the paperwork. "I almost missed the bus after school today." She chuckles. "Anyway, here's the homework and class notes from today." I riffel through the paperwork, smiling at Sam's neat and adorable handwriting. "Thanks, Sam," I say, actually glad to see someone's face. Being lonely hasn't helped with my depression.

We stand there in silence for a couple seconds, smiling and enjoying each other's company. That silence is broken once Sam sighs with disappointment.

"I-I should probably go home. My mom doesn't like it when I'm late for dinner." My smile falters, and I glance down towards the floor. "Y-Yeah, I guess you're right..." I stutter, wishing I could spend more time with Sam. Wishing I could hear more of her voice, talk to her... hold her, confess my love to her. But I couldn't. I can't. There's one question that lingers in the back of my mind: what if she doesn't like me back?

"Bye, Luna," Sam says, and as I witness her turn away, my heart shatters. "Wait…" I say barely above a whisper. I place a hand upon Sam's shoulder, turning her to face me.

"Please...stay…" I mumble, having the hardest time remaining eye contact with her. "I-I really need someone right now." My voice cracks, and as I finally meet her gaze, her eyes contain a caring concern. It wasn't until now that I truly realized how much I needed an emotional crutch, and I think Sam could see that too. She nods slightly. "Let me text my mom," she said gently, pulling out her phone. Swallowing the butterflies rising towards my throat, I exhale with relief. See, Luna, that wasn't so bad, I encourage myself.

"Um," Sam pipes up, and I begin to worry that she is going to turn down my offer. I prepare myself for the worst, until she speaks.

"My mom says yes… just as long as I eat something here." Sam looked nervous, but I just brushed her concern off. "No worries, Dude," I say, a beaming smile creeping up my cheeks. "Just as long as you're alright with my dad's green bean casserole." I grimace at the thought. "Let's just say… it's not one of his best dishes."

I bite my lip and Sam laughs. Her laughter warms my heart, and I thank whatever sub conscious thought brought her to the loud house. Once her laughter dies down, I say, slowly… "Thank you again, Sam… " I take my time with the words, as if they would break if I spoke too quickly. Sam smiles sweetly at me, her eyes crinkling with joy. "Allways," is all she says, her gaze unwavering.

The silence didn't last longer than three seconds before the sound of scampering feet was heard on the stairs. Lana, face beaded with sweat and caked with mud, scrambled to the top. She smiled impishly, her two front teeth missing. She proudly held Lola's tiara aloft, panting. "Luna, guess what?" she asks excitedly. "I have Lola's tiara!"

As if on cue, Lola's voice is heard from downstairs. "Hey, that's mine! What did Mom tell you about stealing my stuff!" Lola is heard frantically racing up the stairs to catch up with her twin. "What did Mom tell you about running on the stairs?" Lana taunts mockingly. "Not like you can run in that dress anyway," she says, chuckling. She waves the tiara in front of Lola's fiery eyes. "I'm gonna flush it down the toilet!" Lola's face takes on a hurtful anger, but she tries to hide it, skipping up the remaining stairs two at a time. "You wouldn't dare!" she shrieks, making a grab for Lana. Lana dodges and takes off for the bathroom. "Lana!" Lola screams, chasing after her sister. For me, this is a normal occurrence, but for Sam, it must look like a rabid dog fight.

"Wow, you've got an… energetic family," Sam notes, struggling to find the right words. I chuckle at the truth in Sam's words. "Where do you think we got the last name 'Loud'," I ask jokingly. Sam cracks a smile. "From them?" she asks. I shake my head. "Nah, Dude, it came from our great great great grandparents." My statement gets a good laugh out of Sam.

I can't believe it… I made Sam laugh, I think to myself, my heart pitter-pattering. A swell of pride surges in my chest. "Luna, I'm sure you're guilty of being just as loud," Sam giggles and I feel myself blushing. Whether it's due to embarrassment or the sheer truth of Sam's words, I cannot be sure. "Y-You may be right," I nervously agree.

"H-Here, come in," I stutter upon noticing how long Sam has stood outside my door. I gesture inside and Sam enters. "Cozy," she states, plopping herself down on a bean bag chair. She gazes around the room thoughtfully. Her gaze trains across every rock and roll poster I own until her eyes fall upon my Mick Swagger poster above my bed. She fondly gazes at it, silent for a while.

"Mick Swagger," I say, looking at the poster then back at Sam. "I've always wanted to perform with him, I'm just not sure how…" My voice falters, and my gaze falls to my lap. "I don't even think I'll make it into the music industry sometimes…" I feel myself beginning to slip into my depression again, almost forgetting that Sam is beside me.

"Hey," I hear her voice pipe up, and I turn my body to face her. "I know you will," she states, confidently, flashing me a small smile. "You are one of the most talented and-usually-confident person I know. I can't think of anyone better to represent the world of music, especially rock and roll." She winks at me, and I smile, fighting back tears. Sam's words held the confidence and strength I needed in order to crawl from this hole I'd dug myself into. I remember my roadie, Chunk, telling me something along the lines of "Just as long as you're doing what you love, you are making it." I realized from both of them just how lucky I am to be surrounded by such amazing people who support me in moments when I don't support myself. "Thank you, Sam," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "Of course, Lunes," Sam replies. Her nickname for me has me blushing slightly. Hoping she doesn't notice, I quickly pipe up. "Wanna hear my new song-in-progress? I'm experiencing a little writer's block for verse two, and was wondering if you wanted to help." Sam smiles. "I would love to."

I pick up my axe guitar, plucking a couple strings. I nod with content upon noticing that everything is properly tuned. I clear my throat, adjusting my guitar so it rests comfortably on my leg. I suddenly felt nervous. Damn, Luna, what have you gotten yourself into, I ask myself. No matter my sudden nervousness, I knew there was no turning back.

Taking a deep breath, preparing myself, I begin singing. My heart and soul, the confusion and despair I've kept bottled up inside, seeps into the music. Each note on my guitar is another part of me trying to break free, yet too scared to.

~ "And I wish I could understand." ~

Sam leans forward from her position on the floor. She seems almost… spellbound, amazed even. I barely notice though. Trying with all of my will power not to break down, I finish the chorus. I turn to Sam. Her eyes are hazy, glazed with a mirror of gentle sorrow. Were those...tears? I blink, astonished, feeling the presence of fresh, warm tears trickling down my cheeks. Embarrassed, I quickly swipe at my eyes. However, Sam had already noticed.

"Oh, Luna," she breathes softly. "That was… that was…" She falters, and my breath catches. Did she not like it? There must have been too much emotion. Was it my crying? Gosh, I hope it wasn't my crying…

"That was… beautiful." Sam marvels. Once again astonished, I stutter. "R-Really?" Sam nods. "Yeah, Bro! Lots of intense emotions. It really tugged at my heartstrings." I noticed a concern in Sam, but I shrug it off. "Thanks, Bro," I smile, placing my axe down beside me. I exhale, so thankful that my song went well for my crush.

"Luna," Sam whispers from behind. "Hmm?" I question non-verbally, looking straight ahead in a daze. "Are you alright?" Sam's question caught me off guard, and I turned to face her. "I sense that there's a lot of emotions you're bottling up inside of you." She continues, and I chuckle nervously. "Now you're sounding as receptive as Lisa." I joke. Sam doesn't seem entertained in the least, for she continues to silently regard me. My feet nervously trace circles into the carpeting. "That can't be good for you, love." She gently states, and I finally meet her gaze. A lump began to form in my throat. "Y-yeah, you may be right," I stuttered. "It's just… I sometimes find it difficult to control. There's this constant sadness and confusion that's nagging at me." I exhale slowly, twiddling my thumbs. "There's no overbearing reason as to why I feel this way. I have no idea how to get rid of it. So… I've been hiding myself from the outside world, you know, to make things a little easier to manage."

I don't notice that Sam has risen until she's by my side, an arm wrapped comfortingly around me. She rests her head on my shoulder, and I happily succumb to her affection and physical contact. "Talk to me," she states firmly, yet gently. I take a gentle deep breath, wrapping my own arm around her. "Sam," I begin, hesitant. I so desperately want to kiss her. No, I'm rushing into things. I tell myself firmly.

Finally, I take a deep breath. Without contemplating what I'm about to say, I begin speaking. "Sam, d-do you think I'm weird; an alien?" Sam lifts her head from my shoulder, gazing into my eyes. "No, Luna. Of course you're not an alien. Yes, you're different from your other siblings, but in an amazing way! If everyone was the same, I never would have been able to get to know the real you." Sam smiles. "You are one of the bravest, most talented individuals I've had the pleasure of getting to know." Sam rests her head upon my shoulder again. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Tears prickling in the backs of my eyes, I smile weakly at Sam. "Aw, Sam, you're gonna make me cry." I laugh lightly. Sam flashes me a small, yet concerned, smile. "Then cry, Luna," she states. Her words catch me unaware for a moment, and I smile at Sam. I'm quick to pull her into a hug. I wanted to cry, I really did; just wanted to release all the negative energy pent up inside of me. Let it all flow out so I could experience childish enthusiasm once again. I couldn't, however. With Sam here, cradled in my arms, I found it nearly impossible to cry. I felt as if her warmth sucked out every possible ounce of negativity from my body. I consider letting go, for fear that she might be weirded out by my physical contact. However, she clings to me just as desperately as I do.

"Thank you, Sam." I whisper, and my crush rests her hand upon mine. "Thank you." She blushes, her hand remaining on mine. I chuckle, gazing at Sam lovingly, with a possible blush creeping up my cheeks. "Why are you thanking me?" I find myself asking. Sam lifts her head from my chest, looking me in the eye. "Thank you… for making my day with your amazingness." Sam unleashes an adorable grin, and I giggle, lightly shoving her. "That's so cheesy, Dude." I chuckle. We share a laugh. "But seriously," Sam says, her laughter subsiding. "If you ever need anything, I'm here." She smiles, and it warms my heart.

Suddenly, a light knock issues from the other side of the door. My mom, Rita, pokes her head into the bedroom. "I hear you two laughing in here." She states, smiling. "It makes me happy." I glance down, a blush spreading up my cheeks. "Hello, Mrs. Loud," Sam greets my mother with polite enthusiasm. "I'm Sam, Luna's classmate." Classmate… just that one word sent a shiver up my spine. That one word… made me feel… friendzoned. I knew she was just being polite. She had to! We were much more than just classmates, weren't we?

A relentless quarrel was raging in my mind. Persistent, it had no plans of subsiding.

"Luna?"

"Luna!"

My mother shouts, and I'm startled from my momentary state of distraction. "Honey, are you feeling alright?" She asks, her brow furrowed with concern. I turn my eyes to Sam, who also has a slight amount of concern etched into her face. "Y-yeah, I'm fine," I say, unable to keep the stutter from my voice. "Are you up for eating with the family downstairs?" If not, I can deliver food up here." Rita regards me, waiting for an answer. I look at Sam; her eyes contain a pleading concern. Her expression seemed to beckon to me: "Come downstairs." I know I should. I'm aware it would be best.

I turn to my mother, cracking a small-hopefully not pained-smile. "Why not? I'll come downstairs." I say. The relief and hope that stole over my mother's face was so genuine, it was staggering. "I suggest you bring a trash bag downstairs," my mother says. "We may have to dispose of dinner… again." She groans, and I chuckle, knowing the full extent of her words. "I have faith in your father. I'm sure his casserole tonight will be excellent," my mother states before departing. I can't help but disagree, if only just a little bit. My mom says those exact words every evening that my father makes his green bean casserole. That dish never fails to contradict her statement every time. However, it's all worth it when the holidays roll around and Lynn Sr. makes his lasagna: a huge hit in the Loud House as well as our next door neighbor, Mr. Grouse.

I stand up, making my way over to Sam. "Is it really that bad?" She asks, looking slightly hesitant. I crack a small smile. "Depends on what your definition of 'bad' is." I joke. Joke aside, Sam still looks nervous. In hopes of reassuring her, I place a hand on her shoulder. She doesn't flinch or shrink back. "In all seriousness, Dude, my dad is a great chef. Just… brace yourself tonight, alright?" Sam smiles, nodding.

Slowly, as not to startle her, I take Sam's hand. Taken aback for a moment, Sam looks up, eyes wide. However, her surprise is quickly replaced by a smile. "Lead the way, Luna," she says, and my cheeks heat up in earnest. We make our way downstairs, hand in hand.

"I'm excited to meet all of your siblings," Sam says. "How many did you say you had in total? Seven?" Amused, I shake my head. "Not even close, dude." Sam's eyes widen in surprise and anticipation. "Ten." I state, turning towards Sam and awaiting a reaction. "Ten?! No way?" Sam had just the reaction that I was expecting. The look of sheer astonishment that Sam was sporting caused me to chuckle. "I have a brother," Sam continues. "His name is Simon, and can I just say…" Sam releases an exaggerated exhale. "One sibling is enough chaos for me." I laugh, as does Sam. My grip on Sam's hand tightens.

Lets just hope that dinner goes well.

Author Notes:

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Disclaimers:

Disclaimer #1- I do not own The Loud House; it is property of Chris Savino and Nickelodeon.

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