LOVE IS FOR LOVE

(LUNACOLN)

"I'm sorry." luna said rubbing her forearm looking down. then gazing up at sam. "but i don't feel the same about you, sam. i uh...i'm kinda taken." sam frown. it took her all not to cry. her voice betrayed her, though. "w-who?" luna looked away, rubbing her neck gazing up at the school ceiling. "someone i've yet to tell my feelings too." luna looked at her, and met with angry eyes. shit, shit. bad move yo. "so i worked up the courage to tell you how i feel, and you ditch me, only cause you have feelings for another girl?!" luna flinched and swallowed hard. "...it's not a chick, Sam. it's a dude." the look of utter disgust on Sam's face made luna feel small. "breeder." she swiftly turned and left in a huff. "i hope that guy rejects your ugly ass!" ouch. she knew she said it out of hurt, but ouch. jeeze, oh man.

Luna shook her head and turned to walk the other way, she rubbed her face with a heavy sigh. love was a fragile thing, that's for sure. she hope she and Sam could stay friends. but that's the thing though, she might be right. for the guy she had fallen for, accidentally it seems was her 16 year old brother lincoln loud. fucked up, right? yeah. luna fucking loud has a thing for her brother. as bad as it sounds she came to accept it. and thus now she had to either shut her mouth or tell him how she felt. "..man, lincoln's out of my league, and besides that, she's my big man, my bro." the walk was long, and she thought over the day that transpired.

it was a normal day, the usual. then, when luna walked to her locker, sam was nervous. which only confused her. and when sam was bold enough to confess. her heart went down her gut. and she had no choice but to reject her. and hurt her. still...she wasn't in to sam, yeah, she was bisexual, but she preferred dudes. and the one that was the apple of her eye was lincoln loud. once inside, she come to expect her sisters running about, doing all kinds of crazy crap. however, this one was different. everyone was going crazy about the letter which only addressed them to LL so no one, knew who it was. she knew though, everyone was trying to find out, everyone had went out of their way to their own crushes, minus lori. so for the past few days it was just hectic to find out who it was. "hey luna!" lori came in her hips swaying. shit, she was hot as fuck. luna took a moment to look at the screen "what?" she says to you. "you know she is. i ain't gonna lie to myself." she turned to lori and greeted her. "sup, sis?" lori clap her hands together and lean forward with a grin. "so, did you tell your crush? did you have him hints?" luna scratched her head and looked at lincoln a moment. they both shared the some classes, in the same school. "nah. but sam told me she liked me, i had to reject her." lori blinked. "oh. wow. well..you still have to tell your crush, regardless what gender."

luna shrugged. "i dunno, lori. he might reject me. i-i don't feel i'll ever be good enough you know?" lori's face soften and placed her hands on her shoulders.

"you ARE good enough, luna. i'm sure who ever it is will fall madly in love with you, just as bobby fell for me." she placed a hand on her own chest and looked prideful. "sure, lori. sure." she turned and walked into the living room and sat next to lincoln. her eyes dart and stared. she knew she had this crush on some bitch, and that was the only problem. still..she seem to show no interest. thank god ronnie slutty anne moved out of royal woods, this gave her the chance to win his heart. "hey luna." he looked at him and smiled. god, he was growing handsome as fuck. snow white hair, his jawline was something like that dude who played superman in supermanvbatman and justice league. his body toned and lean muscle, she knew her bro had a six pack. she only imagine about his log- "whats up?" she blinked several times and looked at him "nothing, sam confess her love to me, only i'm not into her, she's pretty pissed." lincoln raised his brows. "uh? wow. shit." he ruffled her hair. "take it easy, it's alright. she'll get over it." luna melted in his touch. ohhh yeah. if she was a cat, she be on his lap purring and nuzzling and kneading. lincoln turned to the tv and continued to watch ARRGHH!

she blushed as she scoot closer towards him. he wrap an arm around her shoulders. she sighed and laid her head on his shoulder. they have been close. real close. she got into rock n roll cause of mic swagger. and he fed her the obsession to the point that he took her to first mic swagger concert. that was the day she totes fell in love with him. life wasn't the same ever since. yup. lincoln stole her heart, he was her entire universe, he was her rock n roll king. the only trouble was, she was a pussy when it came to confession. rejection scared the living shit out of her. still... her grey-blue eyes looked up at lincoln. then they were set on his pink Delicious lips. his overbite made him look sexy-cute. her lips went into a tight straight line. jesus she'd suckle on those lips. she would do everything to him. worship her body, every-fucking-inch! he shifted and let go of her, he stood up and stretched, his shirt raised up, teasing her with just abit of stomach reveal. jeeeeessssuuuusssssss. she could make out the six pack, just barely. she was sweating. "i'm gonna snag the shower before lynn comes home from pratice. he told her as he looked down, she gulp and nodded. he tossed her the remote and she fumble to grab it. "T.V.'s all yours sis." he walked out and up the stairs. she sighed and sunk into the couch. and flipped the channles and stopped at VH1.

a music video of the 70s played. as she watched, the lyrics seem to speak to her very own heart.

Baby, if I think about you

Think about love...

Darlin' if I live without you

I live without love...

no shit dude, no shit. god that really made her think of her awesome brother, having to watch that taco eating bitch mistreat him, oh, sure, she acted she was happy for him. but she wasn't. she pretended. she didn't want to start shit.

And if I had the sun and moon

They were shinin'...

I would give you both night and day

Love satisfyin'...

when that bitch left, she fucking rejoiced. she partied in her own room, drank fucking whiskey played some celebrating music and smoked some fine ass weed. it was all good yo, all good. no more Mexican cunt ass bitch mistreating her guy, fuck. she'd frame the bitch if she could, get lisa to fuck with her background, and have the government toss her over the boarder where she belong. fuckin' hoe. lincoln was hers and hers alone and no woman nor man may hinder their love...yeah, if only you have the balls to tell him, dipshit.

Feel like makin'

Feel like makin' love

Feel like makin' love

Feel like makin' love

Feel like makin' love to you

And if I had those golden dreams of my yesterday (yesterday)

I would wrap you

In the heaven

Feel it dyin'(dyin', dyin) all the way...

man. she needed to think of how to tell him, how to confess. she sat up and looked up at ceiling. she got up and turned th tv off, then walked up the stairs. inside her room, luan was already love-sick over this benny guy. yeah, that's great and all, but if Benny breaks her heart, that punk ass bitch's ass is gonna turn to grass. she sighed and sat at her desk ad grab her note book and grab a pencil. "gonna write a love song to your love, luna?" luna smirked. "nah. just a love letter dudette." she begin to write. - but the words, they didn't come out right. she sighed and scratched her head. common luna. a simple letter. this wasn't a poem. this was a declaration of love, commitment, pour your heart and soul. yeah. yeah. you can do this luna. yeah, luna! yeah! okay-okay chill. chill. she re-wrote her letter but every time she was half way, it wasn't good enough. crumbles of paper soon collected to the floor. she was frustrated. "your trying too hard." luan said. "maybe you should clear your head abit." luna looked at her sister. "yeah? yeah, maybe your right." she scoot back and got up. she open the drawer and pulled out a fat fucking joint. quarter pounder, maaaaaaan.

she climb up on her latter and plop on the bed and begin to spark it. luan sighed heavily and leap off her bed and went to crack a window. she hated when she smoked that shit. Luna took a large puff, coughed violently and choked. "oh yeah" she squeaked before dragging a second puff and let it seep out of her lips, she laid back and thought of lincoln. god, dude. how was she gonna tell him? love letter? a song? maybe she could just lay on his bed, naked with a sign over her neck saying 'kiss me, touch me, thrill me, i'm yours.' right. and he'd freak out and tell me he's a faggot for clyde's dick. fuck wouldn't that be something else? god she hoped not. all the good men are either married or fucking gay. she took another puff and felt the effects of the pot. her body felt more at eased and her mood was more mellow. her thoughts of lincoln brought her peace of mind. the idea of him, holding her, like he always does,but not in a sibling kind of way, no. he would kiss her, tell her sweet loving comments. and she'd melt into his arms and rejoice. she wasn't a religious person, even though they were catholic, but she prayed to god ever night in hopes that someday, somehow she would have the fucking back bone to shout out- HEY! I THINK I LOVE YOU! SO WHAT AM I SO AFRAID OF? I GUESS I'M NOT SO SURE OF, OF A LOVE THAT THERE'S NO CURE FOR!

Yeah, yeah. fucking corny shit, but she was a hopeless romantic. she always has, always been. i mean, when you love someone like lincoln, you knew how he worked, you knew him better than you know yourself. and he...he was great. not perfect, but great. but he was also weak. and she knew it. everyone walked all over him. even she was a cunt from time to time. but these days she's been a sweeter, kinder. and in some ways that brought them even closer. she knew the dude stresses but as long as she can give him some peace of mind, someone to hang out, thats all she could ever ask for. he even reveal some heavy shit about Ronnie. he loved her, but she had trouble showing affection. she even got pissed off with him when he hugged him. nearly making him cry! bitch! she comfort him as a sister would, and she said to him, that maybe she wasn't for you. yeah, that was the perfect moment to say "maybe i'm more in line for you." thats what she wish she could say, but no. no. not yet. it's gotta be perfect. it's gotta hit the right note, the right words that would make him want her.

"whoever it is, i hope he loves you too, luna." luan said with a sigh. "yeah, man. me too." today was just another day. yeah, but you cant wait too long, if you do luna, some undeserving skank will take him from you. she told herself.

"tomorrows another day, lulu. another chance."

luan sighed. "yeah, another day. let's hope love is on your side."

no shit, luan. no shit. luna took the last drag and out out the blunt and let it drop on her desk and placed her hands behind her head. "...i better do it soon, or else i'll live with regret for the rest of my life. for she knew, regardless of the situation...

love was a battlefield.

(to be continued)