NB: Hi, this is meowloudly15 at the helm. How are you doing?

I guess you can tell how unoriginal I am, if you've seen my previous story, which is a rewrite of another fanfic. I know that this story concept is not new, but I just wanted to post my personal take on the issue at hand.

So here you go! I hope you enjoy it!

Quick note: Words in italics are a character's thoughts. Bold words are my author's notes.

DISCLAIMER: The Loud House and all related characters belong to Nickelodeon, not to me.

Chapter 1

Luna stared at the clock for the twenty-eighth time that period. There were still twenty minutes left until chemistry ended, and forty-five minutes after that until school ended for the day. Those twenty minutes could just as well have been twenty hours, considering the dullness of the titration lab she was performing.

Luna turned her head back to the burette, which dripped another drop of hydrochloric acid into the Erlenmeyer flask below. She sighed heavily.

"I can't wait for this god**** class to end," she muttered to herself.

Her lab partner, a short, skinny blond boy named Chris, said, "Language!"

Luna grumbled, "**** off."

Concerned, Chris turned to her and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ignoring Chris, Luna picked up a pipette and stirred the mixture in the Erlenmeyer flask. There was still no change in colour. She sighed again.

Chris pulled Luna around to face him. "Will you please listen to me?" he inquired kindly.

Luna responded, "Don't worry about it, dude. I'm all good; I'm just bored."

Chris remarked, "Aren't we all." He let go of her shoulder, turning back to the burette, and she slumped back onto the table.

Luna pondered over her recent behaviour as she absent-mindedly stirred the mixture. She remembered how she had snapped at some of her friends at lunch and how she had been more short-tempered than usual with her family. Why am I acting like this?

Maybe it's because of Sam.

After writing her an anonymous love letter two weeks ago, Luna had nearly forgotten about her crush on Sam. Even though she sat with her every day during lunch, she still thought of Sam too much as a friend to become infatuated with her. But two days ago, Sam mentioned the letter during conversation.

"I wonder if my secret admirer is ever gonna write me again. I mean, he didn't leave a forwarding address," she had joked.

Luna had replied, "Sad, bro. With that letter, I guess you can't 'Return to Sender'!" She then began to sing the song. Sam had laughed.

Sam has an awesome laugh, Luna thought. She sighed nostalgically.

She was startled out of her reverie by Chris, who said, "Luna! The color just changed!"

Luna sat upright, nearly knocking over the flask, which was filled with a pale pink liquid. "Oh! Sorry about that!" she apologised.

Chris reached over and closed off the burette. Luna peered over at it and recorded the amount of acid left. They then started filling out their worksheet, pausing occasionally to punch numbers into their calculators.

Preoccupied with her work, Luna stopped daydreaming until she and Chris had turned in their worksheets shortly before the end of the period.

Maybe I should tell her how I feel...

Nah.

Should I write her another letter? Luna started pondering letter ideas until the bell rang. She got out of her seat and walked out the door.

As she walked to P. E. class, a tall, brown-haired junior approached her from behind.

"Hey Luna! Got a moment?" he said.

Luna turned around and replied, "Hey, Jamie! Yeah, I'm fine. What's up?"

"So you know how I lost my band's lead guitarist to college?"

Luna and Jamie began to walk down the hall together.

"Yeah, why?"

"So I was wondering if you wanted to join up?"

Luna grinned. "Totally, dude! I'm always willing to help out a friend in need, especially if it involves music!"

Jamie chuckled. "A'right! So we got a practice coming up tomorrow, right after school. Here, I got the address of the place written down for you." He pressed a folded index card into her hand. "Just come on down and bring your axe, and we can all get to rocking!"

Luna turned down a hall towards the girls' locker room. "Sounds cool! Thanks for the invite, dude!"

Jamie waved and replied, "You're welcome!" He walked into another classroom.

Luna read the address written on the card. 854 Franklin Ave? That's just a couple blocks down the street from my place. I could walk there after school, so I wouldn't need to take a different bus over.

She shoved the card into her pocket, then paused for a second, having just recalled something.

Jamie is in Sam's band.

She practically skipped all the way down to the locker room, a massive grin on her face.

If you caught the subtle Marvel reference, congratulations! If you didn't, don't worry. (HINT: Think Age of Ultron) If you have no idea what Marvel is, I'm not judging you, but seriously? I encourage you to watch the movies. They're hilarious.

Remember the brown-haired rocker guy from the episode L is for Love? That's Jamie. You'll meet the other girl from that episode soon enough. (I wanted to work them into my story because I felt that since they appeared in "L Is for Love", they should warrant an appearance in a Luna/Sam story.)

I hope you've enjoyed the story so far. I know, it's probably really bad, since this is only my second story and my first original one. (I am not fishing for compliments.) Well, if you have any tips for me, let me know! I appreciate constructive criticism!

See you soon!