A lot of people have asked me to do a chapter about Jordan and one of the sisters, so here it finally is. More importantly, this is a late birthday gift to dedicated reader/artist/friend NickTheIrkenArtist. Happy bday, my dude, I used your favorite sister here for you :weary:
I also threw in a reference to one of his artworks. Check out his Girl Jordan art to see which one… and then check out the rest cause he good.
Much to Lincoln's chagrin, his sisters were buzzing with energy about his new girlfriend. It wouldn't have been a problem if they kept it to themselves or giggled about it in their sister meetings, but Lincoln was a bit tired of Leni asked him "Are you going to see Jordan, Linky? Hold on, I have the perfect jeans for you."
Or Lynn sitting down besides him while he played video games and asking "So, I heard Jordan likes dodge-ball. Is she into other sports?"
Or Lisa asking "May I please have a sample of her DNA for genetic analysis? I want to make sure your offspring are as healthy as possi-"
"Lisa, that's a really weird thing to ask someone. 'Can you spit into my sister's beaker so she can see if we have good babies?'"
"You could just pluck a single strand of hair. She won't even notice," Lisa insisted.
Lincoln was a very patient person. Years of waiting silently for your chance to grab the remote tends to make patient people. However, self discipline is a finite resource, and eventually Lincoln found himself at another sibling meeting, sighing with frustration.
"Look, guys, I get that you want to get to know the people I'm dating. But don't you think that maybe, just maybe, you can do that by asking her and getting to know her instead of bombarding me with a thousand questions a day?!"
His sisters all reflected on that as he went back to his room to read Rusty's latest Ace Savvy Author's No- I mean fanfiction.
"He isn't completely wrong, you know," Lana said, hopping onto Lori's bed. The eldest girl scowled as the soles of Lana's mucky shoes muddied up her sheets, but she kept her mouth shut as the wrench monkey made her point. "How many of you guys have even gotten to know her?"
"I had some cake at her party once," Lynn noted, earning a few questionable looks.
"Sigh. That doesn't count, Lynn," Lucy groaned.
"Well, that's more than the rest of you guys," Lynn grumbled, crossing her arms and frowning angrily.
"Okay, so the solution is simple, right? One of us should spend a day with her or take her out to do something fun," Lori suggested, and the other sisters nodded. "Alright, who wants the honor?"
"I could do it. We'd have a good time at the cemetery. We could watch the graves to see which of them erupt and reveal a decaying zombie..."
"Don't do that, Lucy. With her or… at all."
"Ooh, ooh, I could host her. I could use a new servant at my tea table," Lola said excitedly, waving her gloved hand in the air. Lori rolled her eyes and shook her head, and received a vicious and scornful look from the young pageant star.
"Well, if no one else is going to take her out," Luna suddenly spoke up, digging into her pockets to reveal two dark purple movie tickets, "I could take the little dudette to the cinema. I was supposed to go with Sam, but she's busy with her bro's birthday."
"What kind of movie is it?"
"Some sci fi flick about a green alien fighting some big headed kid with glasses. Honestly, I'm just going because the music score sounded pretty cool in the trailer."
"Do you think she's into science fiction?" Lisa asked.
"Well, she's friends with Lincoln. I think that answers that," Luan chuckled. The rest of the sisters bit down on their lips to stifle their laughter, but couldn't help themselves and burst out in high-pitched laughter.
The afternoon sun hung high over Jordan's head as she made her way towards the Loud House. There was haste in her step, mixed with a bit of worry. Lincoln had called her earlier that morning and told her that his older sister wanted to hang out with her. When she heard that, her toes curled. She knew what Luna really wanted, and it wasn't to watch a robot in a dog suit on the big screen.
It was a test. Jordan was sure of it.
"Still, his sisters seem nice," Jordan thought out loud. "I don't think they'd be too judgmental. Unless… they want to see if I'm really good enough for their brother. What if she doesn't think I make the cut? What if they force us to never see each other again, and they go to the principal and make me change classes like… like Cristina..."
A deep shudder ran through her body, and she almost considered stopping right there and calling a taxi home. "Okay, calm down, Taber… there's no way that'll happen. Just play it cool, like Lincoln said."
Luna's pretty chill, so just play it cool around her and she'll like you. I love you. Can we have babies right now?
And no, she did not add those last parts, and she resents the implication.
She rang the doorbell, and a piercing ring alerted Luna to her presence. She jumped up from the couch where she had been patiently waiting, and slid over to the door with a wide, beaming grin on her face.
"What's up, Vivian Girl Jordan?" Luna greeted, offering a balled fist. Jordan smiled lightly and bumped the older girl's fist, and they both made explosions sounds as they 'blew it up.'
Jordan paused for a moment to scan the rocker before her. Luna seemed to be brimming with energy and confidence, and her outfit definitely reflected that. But, just at a glance and a brief five word sentence, she could tell that most of what Lincoln said about her seemed true. She looked, talked, sounded and even smelled like a heavy rock girl that would spend her time sweatily partying in a mosh pit. Jordan wasn't exactly a metal girl, but she wondered if the two of them had a band they could bond over…
"Uh, dude?"
Jordan realized that she had just been motionlessly staring for the past minute, and her complexion quickly went from pink to scarlet. Luna covered her mouth, doing her best to suppress a laugh.
"Hey Luna. How's it hanging?" Jordan said in the most laid back voice she could muster.
"Excited to see this movie, that's what's up," Luna clenched her fist, pouring with overactive energy. "This film's got a great soundtrack! It's got techno, it's got rock… and the story seems cool, I guess. Are you big on sci fi, wifi technobabble stories?"
"I like superheroes, if that counts."
"Unless it's Batman, it does," Luna laughed, before she suddenly got serious. "Though, if we extend the definition of the superhero over the ages, we can find a lot of them are based in folklore and more fantastic and mythological elements. After all, what are Hercules, Gilgamesh and King Arthur if not the superheroes of the past?"
Jordan blinked. "Y-yeah..."
"Look, just because I got a skull on my shirt and a lucky guitar pick in my pocket doesn't mean music is my everything. I have other interests. I'm not a lamp!"
"Lamp?"
"You probably wouldn't get it," Luna grumbled, rubbing the back of her neck with her hardened palms. She quickly brightened up and started walking towards the sidewalk, looking back at the eleven year old. "You coming or what?"
Jordan had to grin slightly. Spending time with Luna was certainly… interesting.
"Guess we got here a bit early, huh?"
"I thought the walk would take a bit longer," Jordan shrugged, glancing down at the ticket in her hand. "We still have about two hours before we can get seated."
"Blimey hell," Luna whispered. "Well, guess we gotta keep occupied? Did you have lunch yet?"
"Nope."
"Good, cause I'm hungry like the wolf. Pops only gave me a half meal, so I would have room for the snacks. Let's get some KFC from over there," Luna pointed at a nearby Taco Bell-KFC joint.
Fun fact; that place was declared a 'No Plumber Land' after a hardened veteran of the plumbing industry came out of their bathrooms and burst into heavy crying. The sick, demented, twisted man who put those two restaurants together laughed and drank the poor worker's tears.
"Do they serve Dr. Pepper in KFC? That's my favorite drink," Jordan said with a dreamy look on her face.
"Shut up! You love DP as well?"
"Why wouldn't I? It's the best drink ever," Jordan answered with a confident smile.
"Man, it's been a long time since I found a fellow Pepper fan. It's like everyone around me is into Coca Cola. Lisa, Lynn, Lola… even Sam."
"Well, at least it's not Pepsi," Jordan snickered. "That's just depressed Coke."
Luna laughed, giving Jordan a light slap on the back. "You know, you're actually pretty funny, dude. You should meet my roommate, she could learn a few things from you."
The two girls went into the fast food place, and walked up to the counter. A young man stood behind the register, alert and looking very handsome, even though he was wearing one of the objectively humiliating things in the world; a fast food uniform. Still, his dyed hair looked pretty nice behind his cap. "Welcome. May I please take your order, please?"
What a gentleman.
"You want a sandwich?" Luna asked Jordan. The younger girl thought about it, her manicured nails scratching the top of her head, before she decided against it. "Right, then I guess we'll take a small bowl of chicken."
"A bowl? You sure we can eat that?"
Luna gave the young brunette a wolfish grin. "I'm sure I can."
"Very well," the polite teen behind the counter said before turning to the kitchen. "Otto! James! Get back to work, you lazy fatasses, we got an order!"
"Nick, please, I'm trying to write my novel here," the one named Otto whined.
"All you write is disturbing and creepy fanfiction smh. Now start cooking, or do I need to get the whip?"
Otto and James shuffled over their own feet, scrabbling to get to work on the famous bowl. Nick's orders were absolute, after all.
Once they finished paying, Luna and Jordan sat down at one of the cleaner booths. Aside from a few ketchup stains at the far end of the table, it was a nice spot. Luna took out their cans of Dr. Pepper, and cracked it open with a satisfying… crack.
"To Dr. Pepper, and the new friendships it makes," Luna toasted.
"To Dr. Pepper, and the new friendship we've made," Jordan clinked her metal can against Luna's. For a second, she worried that she overstepped her boundaries, but Luna nodded approvingly when Jordan made her toast. They both took long sips from their drinks, and Luna finished with a relaxed exhale.
"So, Jordan, mind if I ask you something?"
"Sure. Ask away."
"Even if it's a bit personal."
Jordan cocked an eyebrow. "Where are you going with this?"
"I just wanted to ask about my bro. You know, what you see in him and… more importantly I want to ask how you two finally made it official."
Jordan froze up for a moment. She slowly put her drink down on the table, and a slow, soft smile stretched onto her face. "The first part's easy. I like your brother because he's fun, kind, cute… I think it's because he really goes out of his way for everyone around him. He's selfish, but that doesn't stop him from helping everyone around him. Maybe it even helps, because he selfishly wants to see everyone smile.
"The second part was the hard part. For a long time, I just pined from afar and… had some weird thoughts, to say the least. But then my grandma told me something. She said that… when she asked out my grandfather, she was really nervous about it. But when she finally asked him, she realized that getting an answer was so much better than never finding out."
"And, uh, did he say 'Yes?'"
"Would I be here if he didn't?" Jordan smirked, and Luna laughed out loud.
"Yeah, dumb question, I know," she wiped a tear from her eye, before her face went a bit more solemn. "Getting an answer is better, huh?" she whispered, more to herself than to the girl before her.
"Here's your order, ladies," Nick said, suavely placing the bowl in front of them. "Sorry it was late. I'll be sure to feed James to the alligators later."
Both Luna and Jordan giggled at that, and Nick's face went dark. "That wasn't a joke," he said in a gravelly tone, glancing back at the frightened worker, before putting his warm smile back on. "You lovely ladies enjoy your meal."
They did enjoy their meal. And, coincidentally, so did the alligators.
"Well, dude, ready to go see the movie?" Luna asked as she stood up from the table, wiping her mouth with her arm.
"Yes, I am," Jordan said, wiping her mouth with a napkin.
The two rushed back to the cinema and got comfortable in their seats. Luna had sneakily pocketed a few snacks and drinks and tossed a small chocolate bar at Jordan's direction when the usher walked away. And for the next two hours, the girls were bedazzled by one of the greatest movies they had ever seen. There was everything; aliens, robots, paranormal investigators, goths, mad scientists, armadas, and lots and lots of DOOM!
However, for Jordan, the best part wasn't the tight script or the bedazzling animation. It was bonding with her brother's family, and making a new friend with Luna Loud.
As for Luna…
"I'll admit, this movie's a lot more than just the soundtrack..."
"So that's how my afternoon out with your sister went," Jordan concluded.
"That's great! I'm glad you and Luna could become friends," Lincoln said.
The two of them were sitting on a tree branch, its old and knotted bumps sometimes poking them, but it was still comfortable and cool. It was a tall, magnificent tree, standing proud over Royal Woods, with a vibrant flush of emerald green leaves and coffee brown bark. Lincoln had wanted to climb it for a while, and Jordan laughed gently as he struggled to reach the top to impress her, only to find her climbing it more easily. However, that only made him exhale a heart-fluttering sigh.
He loved that girl.
"So, Lincoln… one down, nine to go?" Jordan teased.
"More like eight, I don't think it'll be too hard to win over Lily. And don't think it'll be that easy. I live with them, so I can tell you that you're in for some hard times if you try to impress them all."
"Well, I don't really have to impress them all, do I?" Jordan whispered flirtatiously, leaning closer to her boyfriend. "There's only one Loud I want to win over, and I think I already have."
"You did," he murmured, pressing the side of his head against her's.
The two felt a compelling urge to kiss each other. He turned his head slightly in her direction, expectantly, but Jordan pressed her lean finger against freckled cheek. "I want to kiss you as well. But… let's just enjoy the view from up here..."
It was a beautiful view. The sun hadn't set yet, so the sky was as clear and blue as the ocean, and the shimmering leaves swayed in the wind, rocking the young couple gently. "Though when we get down from here… I hope you brushed your teeth~"
Back at the Loud House, Luna Loud was pacing back and forth in her room. Her purple phone was in her hand, and the ornaments on its side jingled with every step she took. Finally, she stopped and took a deep breath, sinking into a bean bag chair on the floor.
She dialed a number, and pressed the phone to her ear.
"Hey Luna, what's up?" Luna heard Sam's cheerful voice on the other side, and swallowed nervously.
"Hey Sam. You're not busy with anything tomorrow, right?"
"Nope. Tomorrow's open."
"Rad, dude. I, uh, I kinda want to tell you something, and I want to do it face to face."
"Sure thing. Is it important?"
"Yeah, it is," Luna said, a soft smile sprouting on her face, "And getting an answer to this question is better than never knowing..."