"Welcome to Loud Prom!"
The door opened wide for the guest of honor. The curvy teen looked on in shock, her eyes opening wide. Firstly, god dang Lincoln was handsome! Secondly, why was he so dressed up for a movie night? Her little man had swept back hair and the cutest tux on. QT on the other hand was wearing a tracksuit, a black and yellow tracksuit. She had no makeup on and, rather than styling her hair that morning, she had a lazy bun on. The only reason why she had her boots on was because they were better for driving and she knew she'd get to go barefoot during the movie. She brought with her a soft blanket, perfect for nuzzling, and a protein shake. Quinlan was all ready for a cozy evening with her lover.
So what was this about prom?
"W-welcome to Loud Prom!" Lincoln had been standing for nearly five seconds like an expert doorman. Still, Quinlan just stared at him. Her expression could be expressed with a single word: Huh? "Honey Bee, hehe…" Lincoln pulled at his collar. "P-prom…Y-yay."
"Prom?" The busty brunette finally voiced herself.
"Y-yeah...umm, come in." The boy who cleaned up well stepped to one side allowing the teen to enter.
Quinlan was greeted by several smiling faces, opposite to her still confused one. Inside the Loud house, furniture was removed to allow the front room to be empty. A makeshift wooden dance floor was light up by Lana flipping on a disco ball. A certain DJ kicked on a slow melody as several, possibly Christmas, lights lining the ceiling shimmered. A banner in the back read 'Loud Prom', welcoming her to the venue.
"Lincoln, what is all this?" The brunette teen asked without turning away from the spectacle.
"Prom," the white haired lad stood beside her. "Your prom."
"I'm sorry," Her eyes read the banner again. "I just don't get it."
"Well," the sole loud boy scratched his neck. "Remember way back when I asked if you wanted to prom?" QT nodded. "You never said you didn't want to go, you said we shouldn't go. And yeah, I get it. But you've never been one to pass up a good song."
"*Pfft*," Quinlan had to quickly cover her mouth before boisterous laughter burst out. "A whole prom just for me? Hehe. Just how amazing are you Lincoln?"
"Not as amazing as you, Honey Bee."
"Aww, come here you." Lincoln found himself lifted skywards straight into the ample bosom of his lover. "You're too good for me Lincoln Loud." His arms wrapped around her.
"Even if you keep saying that," he whispered into her ear. "There's no way I could fall anymore in love with you."
"Prove it." She dared him.
"No problem."
It was a little crude, but a sudden squeeze at a tender area caused Quinlan to let an unladylike 'eep' escape her lips. Lincoln was dropped to the ground and quickly got his girl to fall backwards. He caught her and lent down to give a smooch that made every woman in the room flush. After a solid few seconds he came up for air.
"How was that?" Lincoln kept his eyes half lidded. QT simply blinked in disbelief. "Uh, Honey Bee?" A drop of sweat dripped off Lincoln's forehead as his arms started to shake.
He was about to drop her.
Quinlan didn't care.
Her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him back into a kiss. Strength gone he collapsed onto her still maintaining the kiss. She was the one to end it this time. The brunette paid little mind that they were having their conversation on the floor.
"Lincoln, that was amazing!" Quinlan shouted out her astonishment. "Where did you learn that?!" Seriously?! Thought most of the room.
"I don't think you'd like the answer." Just across town, getting ready for the night, Becky felt a disturbance in the force. "But I swear this is my first time ever doing it."
"Well as long as I'm your first." She gave him a small peck. "Want to dance?" Quinlan was bubbling with excitement.
"Of course, but you sure you want to dance in your pjs?" His smug smile showed off his chipped tooth.
"You know very well what I wear in bed mister." QT teased back. "Perhaps if someone had clued me in, I could have shown up a bit more ready."
"Don't worry," Lincoln pushed off her and looked up the stairs. "I got you covered. *Hwee hwoo*!" With two fingers in his mouth, Lincoln whistled upwards.
"That's our cue!" Leni bounded downstairs with Lola in tow. With her abnormal strength, QT now found herself lifted off her feet. "This is totes going to be amazing!" Like a dust cloud, the brunette was taken to the fitting room.
"Why'd you have to show up in a sports bra?!" Leni released a distraught whine. "You'll have to go braless. You'll feel like really tender there tomorrow but Lincoln's really good at working out tender spots."
"Wait, what?" Quinlan raised an eyebrow at the airhead.
For the past ten minutes, Leni, bless her heart, was in a desperate battle with QT's curves. Her design mannequin was quite slender and Quinlan was one hell of a woman. The platinum blonde was well versed enough to take this into account but trying to keep this secret did not allow for fittings. It was all or nothing, and she really had to stuff all of Quinlan in there.
"Yeah, he's like an expert messenger now."
"Massager, Leni! He's an expert massager or masseur!" Lola angrily corrected her from the side. "Now hurry up! I still need to do her makeup!"
The busty brunette was currently on Leni's fashion podium in the center of her room. Lincoln must have planned this far ahead. Leni was here to dress her, Lola was here to do her makeup and hair.
"When did this happen?" QT asked as the fashionista finally managed to get her breasts in order.
"Like weeks and weeks ago."
"Weeks?!"
"Yeah!" The blonde stopped. "Did I use the wrong word again?"
"No," the brunette clarified. "But why?"
"To pay for all of this silly!" The air head giggled.
"Why didn't he come to me?"
"Duh, because it was a surprise!" Lola flipped through a magazine as she waited. "Lincoln's finally manning up and he wanted to do something amazing for his woman. He has my respect."
"He's always been a man." Quinlan made clear.
"Well, of course he was." Lola realized she slipped up on her sucking up. She butterflied kissed in the teens general direction. "Linky, just really wanted to show off this time."
"Ooo, you should have seen him." Leni cooed as she made a small adjustment to QT's dress. "He was so excited when asked me!"
"Ahh, spider!" Leni, fresh out from losing at froot-tangle, rushed up the stairs passed Lori. The frantic blonde's arms waved wildly as she made it to the ground floor but this is not where she stopped. The fashionista continued upwards hoping to seek safety in her room.
"Dude, that's a rad idea!" Luna told her brother. The rocker stood at the very top of the stairs with her lady love, Sam Sharp, who arrived for the sleepover. "We can totally bring our speakers and stuff."
"SPIDER!"
*Crash!*
At full speed, Leni Loud plowed straight into her siblings and their friend. A small dust cloud spread across the upstairs as everyone got their bearings. Lincoln was the first to regain his sense of up and down.
"Ugh," his head shook with a noticeable rattle as his eyes finally refocused. "Leni?"
"Huh?" The blonde girl looked up.
"Leni!" The white haired boy shouted excitedly.
"Yay! That's me!" Leni clapped her hands happily. "Wait, why am I happy?"
"Yeah, Linc." Luna sat up. "Why are we happy about this wrecking ball?"
"Cuz I needed her in the plan as well."
"Yay, a plan!" The girl clapped again. "What plan?"
"Linc wants to hold a prom for Quinlan." The rocker told the girl.
"Ooo~" The platinum blonde jumped to her feet. "I can totes pick out the perfect music for the dances!"
"No, that's our job, Leni." Luna pointed at herself and Sam.
"Oh… then how about I like drive you to get a whole bunch of streamers and stuff?!" The girl shouted excitedly.
"Actually, that's Lori's job." Lincoln responded.
"Oh…" The blonde looked confused.
"How about you make a dress?"
"Ooo~ that's totes the best job." The second oldest pulled the sole boy into a hug.
"Thanks, Leni." The white haired lad smiled at the girls present. He still needed to do a few things but this was a good start.
"And so I was put in charge of your outfit." Leni double checked QT's hem. "Lana put up the disco ball. Luan cooked the desserts. Lucy made the punch. Lo-"
"Leni," Quinlan interrupted. "I get it. So he's been planning this for weeks?"
"Uh huh." The blonde nodded. "He had us stay like super quiet about it. Which sucked because I was so excited for it!"
"I just can't believe he'd go so far for me."
"Why wouldn't he?" Leni raised an eyebrow. "Lincy loves you."
"Just because of that?"
"Isn't that enough?"
"..." Quinlan could not respond to Leni's questions. Luckily, the airhead continued her work as she contemplated it all. In a couple of minutes the dress was finally finished.
"All done, check yourself in the vanity." Quinlan blinked at the teen's words. Leni's finger pointed to a mirror but she had trouble approaching it. It felt like a slow glide as she hesitantly moved towards her reflection. QT just stared at her dress, it was beautiful. "I designed a few but Lincy had the final say." Leni jumped in front of the girl. "What do y-... Why are you crying?"
"That man and his plans..." Quinlan grinned at her reflection, several sparkling tears crawling down her cheeks.
"Aw geez," Lola ran up to look. "How am I supposed to do your makeup now?!"
"Give me a sec, Lola." Rushing to a tissue box, Quinlan soaked up her tears. Taking a minute to recompose herself, the busty brunette turned to her entourage.
"Ready?" The little makeup artist asked.
Quinlan stayed silent, gave a smug grin and nodded.
Lincoln stood at the base of the stairs, just as antsy as he was waiting for QT to arrive. During this time several of his sisters had retreated to their parents' room to change into their own dresses. Sure Quinlan was the guest of honor, but this was 'Loud Prom'!
Lori had been the quickest.
Unlike the rest of her family, she did have tickets to 'normal' Prom. It was her senior year but she knew they'd have another chance at Bobby's school. It wasn't as if they were in a rush, but Rita and Lynn Sr. made sure to drag them out front for just a couple of pictures before the pair went. With everything sorted at home, Lori and Bobby went to Royal Wood's prom. Their mission: Prom pics and pick ups. Soon they'd be back for the real party.
Lincoln simply waited.
The sole son had prepared far in advance. He was ready to go right from the get go. Now it was just hope and pray that everything goes well. Looking up, he did not notice another girl's approach.
"Lincoln."
"Huh?" The boy turned and saw a small curly haired brunette. The girl was still wearing her usual yellow headband but her typical dress was replaced with a fluffier version closer to a flower girl's. "Oh, Cristina. You look nice."
"Thanks Lincoln." Cristina withheld her blush and just fiddled with her headband. "Is sis ready?"
"No," Lincoln looked back upstairs. "She'll be down in a bit probably."
"Getting ready for Quinlan's grand entrance?" Mrs. Timber looked at her digital camera. Unlike her little girl, she was not attending the party. She was a chaperone.
"Uh huh." Lincoln had to redirect his attention again to properly greet the mother. "Welcome Mrs. Timber."
"Oh, it's fine, Lincoln." The mother's camera lens zoomed in and out before snapping a picture of the tuxedo boy. "That's a keeper."
"That's enough, Mom." Cristina reached into a small bag she brought. "I brought the corsage." The Timber girl produced a plastic container in which there were four yellow roses decorating a ribboned wristband. Taking it out of its packaging, he looked at it. Cristina had picked some lovely yellow roses and he was glad they were so good. He examined it meticulously.
Ehh, why not.
"One sec." Lincoln went off to the back of the house. The young girl was concerned she may have messed up in some way but soon enough, the white haired wonder returned with the corsage. "Cristina, come here."
"Huh?" Her feet hesitantly approached the boy. Lincoln quickly took out a small safety pin and proceeded to attach something to her chest. Glancing down, Cristina could see a single yellow rose.
"There we go." Lincoln finished with a small smirk of accomplishment. "I thought it might be a bit unbalanced, so why not make a smaller one to have two good ones."
"B-but why give it to me?" Cristina stuttered out.
"C'mon Chickadee." Lincoln looked into her eyes. "Beautiful girls deserve roses." An immense blush built on the young girl's face.
*Snap*
Cristina looked over to her mother with her camera ready for another picture.
"Nice one, Lincoln." Not moving her eye from the camera sight. "Now move in real close and smile."
"Sure thing, Mrs. Timber." The boy's arm wrapped around his classmate bringing the incredibly embarrassed girl close.
The picture was snapped just in time.
Leni and Lola went to either side of the upstairs landing.
"Introducing!" Lola shouted out. Luna scrambled for her laptop and found a drum roll.
"The totes amazing!" Leni continued before finishing the final part together.
"Quinlan Timber!"
From the rafters, Lana took a spotlight and focused it at the landing while Luna hit a high hat before turning to a slow song.
Quinlan made her entrance.
Lincoln's eyes went wide as his goddess appeared.
Quinlan slowly began descending the stairs. Her curvy form was caressed by a tight fitting black dress with gold patterns. From her raised collar, shoulder length sleeves, and just two inches below her snug breasts was an intricate design of golden honey combs. The black cloth followed down her sensual legs and tapered near her heels. Two solid gold bands near her hem gave away the design's origins even further.
Even as enticing her dress made her body, Lincoln paid attention to his girl's face. Ever the silent beauty, Quinlan walked like a stoic model. She had never worn much makeup being a natural beauty but Lola had just made it stand out more. Her unruly curly hair she fought constantly with had been tamed by the pageant princess, pulled into some form of braid crown more fitting for a Valkyrie. Her remaining curls were then bunched back, keeping a small bit of her appearance that Lincoln so loved. Her salacious decent only made her man's palms sweat even more than they were.
With the clack of her heel, Quinlan stood before the rubber legged boy.
"Hey there, Lincoln~" Ooo, she felt like such a tease.
"H-hey, honey bee." The sole son of the Loud house found it hard to articulate.
"Are those for me?" QT's slender hand pointed to the corsage in his hand. Lincoln's eyes went wide as he remembered the roses.
"YES!" The white haired lad shouted out. "Uh, I mean yes. H-here." Lincoln took QT's left wrist and slid the corsage on it.
"They're beautiful."
"Yes you are."
"Hmm?" Quinlan jokingly questioned his slip up.
"I-i mean!" Her man was so cute when he was flustered. "Wait, I have one more thing." He reached into his breast pocket and produced a small box. Quinlan's pupils dilated, as did most of the parties'.
"Lincoln, wait!" It was the brunette's turn to be flustered. "We're so young! We should wait!"
"Listen to her Lincoln!" Rita shouted in fear from the side.
"Go for it, dude!" Luna was immediately scolded.
"Huh?"
"Oh for the love of," Cristina pinched the bridge of her nose. "I told you to take it out of that box."
"What?" Lincoln looked back at the youngest Timber. Her charade of going on one knee and pointing at her ring finger caused him to freak. "Holy smokes! No!" He spun around to his girl and waved his hands in denial. "Maybe in the future but but- oh geez."
He opened the box, inside was a small pin of a honey bee.
"This might be weird but I read back in the day you'd pin your girl to show you loved her." Lincoln took out the pin and held it out for the girl. "It's old fashion, I know. But since we can't go right out and tell people, I just thought-" The bee was quickly snatched from his hand.
"How do I put it on?" The teen fiddled with the pin as fast as she could.
"Here," Lincoln held out his hands. Quinlan returned his gift just for a moment. Lowering herself to his height, the boy undid the clasp and inserted it above her right breast. She prayed he didn't notice she wasn't wearing a bra. "There," he stepped to admire his work but ended up admiring her instead. "You're gorgeous as always."
The brunette gave him a knowing smile.
"Alright, alright." Fresh off her scold, Luna took a mic in her hand. "We gotta get this party started!" A large amount of whoo-hoos filled the room. "But before we do, my man Linc requested they have a solo dance."
Quinlan stood up straight finally happy to let loose.
"And first off we got his girl's favorite song." From across the room, Lucy watched as the Timbers rushed for their bag and frantically searched for something. "A song he says she can't help but sing to!"
The goth girl understood and rushed to Lisa who was also panicking.
"Let's get this party started! Ay-yaya!"
"Lincoln you didn't!" QT turned to her well dressed man.
"Of course, I did." In the distance four fortunate people found hearing protection. "Let's dance, Honey Bee."
"These hips don't lie, Lincoln." A chorus of trumpets picked up as the teen swayed her rear seductively. Lynn Jr. notices two of her sisters wearing orange, construction headphones.
"Lisa, why are you wea-"
"OH Baby,wHen yOu talK LIKe that!" Everyone looked to see if the speakers broke, they were working perfectly. Then where did that awful screech come from?
Leni and Lola, who were still changing upstairs, decided to wait to join the party.
"That was wonderful, Lincoln!" Quinlan did several spins while giggling. Her favorite song had just finished, to the relief of many. The room was very much not prepared for QT's… interesting rendition of her song. To the point Luna froze and the song started to repeat. "Again? You spoil me, Lincoln Loud."
Several jowls dropped at the prospect.
"Whoa!" Luna's brain finally switched into gear. "Hehe, sorry about that!" The DJ frantically looked for another song that was either in another language or lyricless. "How about we get down with some of this!" The sound of cowbell kicked in, a call to all the low riders.
A relieved sigh radiated from a majority of the room.
Perhaps QT might have heard those sighs if she wasn't so elated to dance more. Instead the curvy brunette perked up like a puppy and grabbed her partner by the hand. The sole boy of the Louds was swept high in the air, laughing as his girlfriend grooved. Now seeing their chance, without getting their eardrums burst, the Loud girls joined the fray.
Time to let loose, because no one would stop them. Song after song played and Quinlan couldn't stop smiling. With all the stress from the past month, this was her time. She was having a blast. Her man had outdone himself. Her special little man with a plan. A plan because he just wanted to make her feel special.
That's the kind of man Lincoln was.
*BAM*
The door flew open.
"Where's my white russian?!"
QT head snapped to her rival, she hissed her name.
"Tigress."
"Tigress!" Lincoln shouted out, the spicy red head sized him up from across the dancefloor. In her own Irish green prom dress, Becky grooved her way across the dance floor. Her moves were designed to lure her prey in.
But the queen bee of this party moved to call her drone back.
A hand traced from Lincoln's belly to his chin, flicking his head back to Quinlan. A seductive smirk graced her lips as she established her claim on the boy. The intruder was not phased. It only made her more aggressive.
"Nice one, Honey Bee." Tigress used her hip to bump the larger girl away. "But this tiger's got claws." The playful teen snapped and pivoted so she faced away from the white haired boy. She suddenly dipped down low, nearly for her butt to hit the ground, and rose up while biting her lip. As her rear stuck back, Lincoln's face turned a bright red.
Not one to be outdone, QT moved in from behind the Loud son. Her snug breasts pressed into the back of his head, nearly shoving his face into Becky's butt. The curly haired brunettes arms wrapped and rubbed down his body, slowly moving him away from the red head.
Tigress grinned at the challenge.
Becky's bright red hair snapped back giving the illusion of an erupting volcano. She pivoted as if she was at the end of a catwalk before strutting towards the pair. Lincoln found himself pinned between two very attractive ladies.
"C'mon white russian~," Becky let out a seductive mew. "Come and play with this kitty."
Quinlan's eyes burned with the fires of the sun.
*Whistle!*
Both girls looked around before they felt a hand on each of their shoulders.
Looking back, Quinlan's eyes now conveyed fear as the gentle, yet menacing, grin of her mother said: 'getting a bit handsy aren't you dear'. On Becky's side, it was the Loud matriarch herself. Becky would later recount how terrified she was when Rita whispered a warning into her ear. Both teens backed up to Lincoln's side, visibly pale.
"Heh, well, um…" Becky found it hard to form words.
Quinlan rapidly nodded in agreement.
"Erm, anyways." The red head turned to the pair, but still felt the mother's glare upon her. "White russian still owes me a dance."
"What?" The busty brunette whined. "Why are you even here?!"
"She helped me set this up, Honey Bee." Lincoln told his girlfriend. "To help with, erm- *cough* the cost *cough*, Becky thought she could invite a few of the girls at school to our prom."
"Yup," Becky jumped into the conversation. "Just with a small entrance fee to help out here and there. Look." The red head pointed to the door.
True to her word, several girls were now arriving. In the past weeks, the red head, with the help of the other Lincoln's Angels, had reached out to a select few… namely Lincoln's massage clients. Some had, like them, become avid fans of the adorable lad and were eager to see their favorite boy in a tux. The girls arriving were mainly of junior year, ones who were willing to miss out on prom as they still had another chance, but some were came from upper and even lower classes. Many had broken hearts, not been asked, not the right year, or simply weren't interested in usual prom. With this commonality, why not spend the night together. Many parents, who knew their children weren't going to prom, were elated to find their daughters prepping for the evening. A surprise for sure, but who doesn't want the photo opportunity?
It should be noted that most of the guests were ignorant of the couple. Instead most of the girls thought this was a party to cheer up Quinlan. Ever since the incident, word had easily spread that she was banned from the school's prom. Many were upset at the outcome and generally had a bad taste in their mouths from the idea of going to a prom that kicked out a friend. Some were already set on not going even after they had gotten their dress, which was a bummer for sure. This party allowed them an alternative they so desired. Now they'd get to support a friend and have a heck of a time too.
"Welcome to 'Loud Prom'," Luan, the overall party expert, was at the front door collecting invites and cash. Funny Business would be in charge of the logistics for the evening and proved vital in regards to legal codes. "Please put your name on this list if you'd like to dance with Lincoln."
Hearing those words, Quinlan turned to Becky with anger ever present.
"What? We had to sweeten up the deal a bit." The party teen gave a shrug. "Plus I wanted to make sure I got a dance too." QT puffed her cheeks in annoyance. "C'mon, honey bee, we gave you an hour alone with white russian. Let us have a turn."
"Don't worry, Honey Bee." Lincoln tried to alleviate the tension. "As long as the list isn't long, I'll be back to you in a jiffy."
"*Sigh*, fine." The teen still puffed out her cheeks.
"Come on sis," Cristina walked on by and took her sister by the hand. "Let's get some pie."
"Enjoy your cheat day, honey bee!" Lincoln waved goodbye as QT was dragged towards the snack table.
"Alright, alright! We're kicking it up a bit." Luna gave a record a quick scratch. At some point her Sharp mistress joined her in the booth, checking the library for some tunes. Sam perked up when she found one and nudged Luna to get her attention. "Nice one, Sam. If you're just joining us and want a dance with our lil' dude, Lincoln, make sure to sign up. We'll be starting off with that fiery redhead, Becky from the block."
"Nice," Tigress purred and grabbed Lincoln by the hand. "Ready, white russian?"
"You know it!"
Off to the side, Quinlan watched as her man had girl after girl come and dance with him. His little jiffy was now going into twenty minutes now. Quinlan luckily had her sister and Lincoln's sisters company to distract her...but still.
That was her man they were dancing with.
"I just want you to know, I'm just doing this since you gave good massages." Quinlan heard a curly haired blonde say.
"Thanks for your patronage as always, Miss Whitney." The boy gave her a gentle smile.
"*giggle*, Uh I mean…" Whitney looked around embarrassingly but only saw knowing nods. "Let's just dance."
"Coming right up!" QT crushed her empty punch cup. She stomped around the edge of the dance floor to reach the DJ booth. At Luna's station, Quinlan swiped away a clipboard from the rocker's hand. The musician was going to protests but saw how miffed the girl already was. Luna had the next girls memorized anyways. On the other hand, Quinlan had only one thing on her mind.
Who are all these people?!
There were at least twenty girls on this dumb thing! Were there even that many girls here?! Quinlan looked up. Okay, maybe there were but did they all want to dance with Lincoln? She looked up again. Okay, maybe they do. Gah!
Wait a sec.
Just because you have a pet name, doesn't mean you get to go twice, Tigress! Taking a pen, QT scratched off the hidden double dipper's name. Finishing the removal, she paused and noticed something. She glanced up to a lone girl at the party and checked again.
With a sigh, she added her in.
The door opened as more guests arrived, this time from Royal Woods high.
"Whoa, it is literally chaos in here." Lori commented to her boyfriend.
"Babe, your house is always crazy." Bobby told her.
"Did we miss the dances?!" Dana burst passed them.
"Slow down, Dana." Carol casually strolled up behind her. "Cub, promised us a dance tonight and he's not one to go back on his word."
"Seriously girls," Lori butted in. "He has a girlfriend."
"So?" They responded in unison.
"Literally, great..."
Happy to see Lori's return, Quinlan returned the list. Moving towards the teen, her feet slowed as another guest arrived. The girl was in a slender white dress that sparkled like crystals. Her contrasting long, black hair was fashioned into a wavy state. Her stiletto heels, which QT would have problems balancing in, proved no trouble to the yoga enthusiast.
"Winter?"
"Um, hey, Quinlan." The Korean girl slowly approached. "What a party… hehe."
"Yeah…" the brunette told the girl.
"Um, yeah…" Winter rubbed her arm uneasily. "Okay, look." Her black eyes focused on Quinlan's brown ones. "I'm sorry. Like really sorry. I never meant for that what happen to happen. I just really wanted us to go to prom together as friends. You, me, Rachel, all of us. I had this stupid image of us going with our dates and dancing the night away… Now we're no longer friends, I don't have a boyfriend, and I don't even want to be at prom. I know I messed up and I'll leave if you want me to but I just want to apologize. I'm sorry, Quinlan."
Winter looked up at her ex-friend. The brunette stayed silent not sure how to react.
"Yeah," Winter looked defeated. "I figured, I'll just g-"
"One condition." The asian girl looked up in surprise at Quinlan's stoic face. "Give me your dance with Lincoln, I need to recharge." Winter smiled and nodded, a bit of tears escaping her eyes.
"Yes, take it." Winter giggled and gave the go ahead. "He's all yours."
"Thanks...um," QT looked away for a brief second. "Are you okay with us by the way? Lincoln and I, I mean."
"Oh...um," the girl in the white dress shied away as well. "I'll be honest, I don't really get it. He's a Romeo but it's still a bit strange to me. But I'll listen this time. Really stop and listen. So when you're ready to talk about it, just know, I'm there to hear you out."
"Thank you, Winter."
"No problem, hey!" The girl seemed much more excited now. "Rachel's still at prom with her boyfriend, is it okay if I tell her it's okay to come over once they're done there?"
"Yeah," the brunette nodded. "But I get her dance too."
"No problem."
"Good." Looking back Quinlan could see that her other two rivals, Bunny Ears and Care Bear, were struggling to find the dance list. "Actually, hold on. I need you to put your name down now."
"Now?"
"Now!"
Quinlan grabbed Winter's hand and raced to the DJ booth. Luna was helpless to stop the bombshell from taking her list again. With Winter and Rachel's forfeit she'd make sure the other two knew who's Lincoln's main squeeze was.
Wait…
Only squeeze!
Cristina watched on as her sister decided to get into a fight about dance fairness with three of her friends. Sure, QT wanted a recharge of her man but she'd have the rest of the night with him. Lori and Winter decided to take Quinlan's side while the Lincoln's Angels stood their ground. It wasn't anything serious but it was still embarrassing to see her sis so serious about calling people by pet names.
"Oh, cool." A scratchy, tomboyish voice came in from the side. "I didn't know someone my age would be here."
A Hispanic girl in a very flashy, purple quinceanera style dress approached the snack table. Nothing had been done to her hair and she had no makeup. All she had done was put on an old dress.
Cristina raised an eyebrow trying to remember where she seen this girl from.
"What?" The new girl shrugged. "Don't recognize an old classmate?"
"..."
"Really?"
"..."
"I stuffed a sloppy joe down Lincoln's pants."
"Oh, Ronnie Anne!"
"Yep, how's it going Crissy?"
"Crissy?"
"Yep." Ronnie Anne took a plate with a pie on it. "How's lame-o doing?" Cristina found herself somewhat annoyed by the girl's addressment of Lincoln, which was a bit hypocritical considering how often she referred to him as a nerd.
"Lincoln's onto his twelfth dance." The girl in blue told her companion. "Where were you all this time?"
"You see the guy next to blonde there." The tomboy pointed with her fork to a teen trying to pry Lori out of an argument. "My brother is dating Lori. Seeing as he was coming down for prom I though lame-o and I could hang for awhile." Ronnie Anne took a bite out of her cake. "Except with all this happening I got roped into taking care of Lily for a shift."
"I see."
"Dang," the girl in purple tapped her foot in annoyance. "Who'd have thought that dork would have gotten a girlfriend while I was away."
"I don't know," Cristina countered. "Lincoln's quite charming once you get to know him."
"Yeah he is." Ronnie Anne admitted.
"Mmmhmm." Cristina hummed in agreement.
"..."
"..."
"*Pfft*"
"Hahaha ha!"
"Ah geez," the quinceanera ready girl said between laughter. "We're in the same boat aren't we?"
"Ah hahaha, yeah." The girl with a yellow hairband said. "I guess we are."
"Hey, at least you stayed in town long enough to try something. My luck went to crap ever since I moved."
"At least you don't have a big sister who scooped him up after you rejected him."
"Haha! Is that really what happened?"
"Eeyup!"
"Hahaha!"
"Hahaha!"
"Oh man," Ronnie Anne took a second to catch her breath. "That's rich, Crissy."
"Yeah," Cristina stifled a giggle. "I guess it is."
"Dang man," the rough girl took some punch. "We're two pieces of work, aren't we?"
"Yeah."
"Heh, you giving up?" Santiago asked.
"You see what I have to compete with?" The two girls spared a glance at the bubble butt of tonight's queen bee.
"Ehh," Cristina's companion shrugged. "I know my genetics, my Mom's pretty fine. I think I still got a chance."
"Well if we are going on that" The Timber girl smiled.
"Hey, Chickadee." Both girls were surprised at their forlorn love's approach. "Ready for your dance?"
"My dance?"
"Yeah," the white haired prince nerdy motioned to the dance floor. "Luna's been calling you for awhile now." Lincoln had been quite happy with this delay as it gave him the briefest moment to catch his breath and get some punch.
"She has?" As Lincoln took his break, Cristina looked up to the DJ booth but didn't make eye contact with the musician. Instead, the girl saw her sister. Quinlan simply gave an approving nod. The young Timber gave a grateful smile back.
"Y-yeah," Cristina began to blush some. "I'd love to."
"Hey lame-o!" Ronnie Anne had to make sure he knew before he left. "You better save a dance for me!"
"You know it." The boy winked back and put his drink down. "Just add your name to the list and I'll grab you in a few."
"C'mon Linc," Cristina had a smile on her face. "Let's go!"
"Whoa!"
Lincoln was pulled off as several teens in the room awed at the cute pair. Quinlan would let it slide for today, she owed her sis that much.
"Guess, I'll add my name then." Ronnie walked around several girls debating the rules of the dance. She looked at the list and the first thought was: Who are all these people?! Her second thought would not be as unconcequencial. "Bunny Ears? Care Bear? These can't be real names." The Santiago girl started scratching out the fake names until two hands found her shoulder.
Carol and Dana had very disapproving expressions on their faces.
Several hours had passed. Lincoln was freed from a lineup of girls wanting to dance with him, and fell straight into the lap of his girlfriend who wanted to dance more with him. But Quinlan, ever the caring girlfriend, realized her man did need a bit of a rest. So instead she prepared a small plate to feed him, which would have gone well if three specific girls didn't want to do the same.
The party topped off with Rachel's arrival. With a momentary moment of forgiveness the strawberry blonde rekindled her friendship with Quinlan. With the guests all there, the party really kicked off. The Loud house was living up to its name tonight. The place was filled to capacity. Dancing on the main floor, party games and regular food in the basement. The chaperones kept a general eye on things but the only ones they had to watch out for was Lincoln near any of the trio of trouble and Quinlan. Lynn Loud Sr. left it to the mothers to insure the girls were well behaved around his son. For the sake of his own girls, the Loud patriarch decided to secretly bear the burdens they thought they'd have to carry throughout the night. This insured each of his daughters would enjoy 'their prom' to the fullest, and secretly made for some great photo opportunities.
Tons of dancing, a limbo competition, and party games a plenty; to say this was Quinlan's favorite night ever would be an understatement. Even with all the fake fighting with Lincoln's Angels, she knew she'd look back on this night fondly for the rest of her life. I mean she still got to the dancin' and singin' and movin' to the groovin' with her favorite white boy, right? And for the first time she didn't have to worry about being judged or called out. It was so freeing. Didn't that alone make it the best night ever?
So on and on they went.
Lincoln, god bless him, tried to keep up with his girlfriend but even the mighty can fall. Who would have thought an eleven year old video game nerd would not outlast a super fit teen brick house? Well, Lincoln did but, even if he tried get a good night's sleep and stick to his diet, he was still leagues behind QT. At least Winter and Rachel were able to keep up with her. It was not the prom they planned for but it sure was the prom they wanted. The white haired boy left his girlfriend in their care for a few moments at a time. He'd get a drink, check up on his family, and jump right back into the fray.
The night was long and life was short.
As party guests grew tired, 'Loud Prom' finally drew to a close. The sole son of the abode found himself saying goodbye to many of the girls who came, with small invitations to continue his masseur work. He saw them out one by one even in his tired state. Beaten and bruised by his girl's wild dance moves the boy could not wait for a night's rest. While people departed the family put away what they could. The house would be walk-able for now and tomorrow would be the real clean up. This afforded the boy some time to just sit and relax but hopefully not fade away quite yet.
"Tired, white russian?" His favorite trio approached him. Carol and Dana hitched a ride with Lori from regular prom, but now Becky would be their driver.
"Yeah, a bit." Lincoln managed to hold back his yawn. "Still awake enough to see you off though." He stood out of his chair, wobbling as he did.
"Whoa there," Carol steadied his posture. "Don't worry, cub. We know you'll miss us."
"And I'll be back to see you tomorrow." Becky and Carol looked to Dana questioningly. "To help with cleaning of course, hehe."
"Oh yeah," the blonde girl realized. "I'll come too."
"And me!" Tigress jumped in. "A white russian is the perfect way to wake up."
"Thanks for everything: Bunny Ears, Care Bear, Tigress" Lincoln came up and wrapped them in a hug. "Have a good night."
"No problem, cub." Carol told him.
"See ya bright and early, white russian." Becky scratched his head.
"Till next time, my rampant rabbit."
"..."
"..."
"Well!" Dana broke out of the hug and knocked over several chairs as she did. "We should get going! Need to get home and take a cold- A NORMAL TEMPERATURE SHOWER! Get home and take a normal shower! Hehe!"
"..."
"..."
"Dang it." Bunny's Ears ran from the scene as fast as she could.
"..."
"..."
"You created a monster, Becky." Carol decided to drop the pet names just for the moment.
"Monsters aren't created, Carol." The red head agreed to drop it for now. "They are born."
The pair left unsure of how they should handle their teasing in the future.
Lincoln would be left in the dark about this for several years.
"Can't you play it just one more time, pleassse?" Quinlan tried to beg for them to play her favorite song one last time.
"Nope!" Luna rushed with her packing of the equipment. A nervous chuckle building up between her sentences. "No can do, hehe. I already packed up the main speakers."
"Aw darn," QT looked sad about it.
"How about we set up that old karaoke machine?" The oldest Loud daughter came up holding a few empty cups. Luna's eyes widened as she remembered Lori was not there at the beginning of the party.
"Oh yeah, that's right!" The rocker threw stuff into a bag. "I'll get that all setup in Lincoln's sound proof room right away!"
"Oh," Lori looked at her sister confused. "I meant down here."
"Well, it's getting late and we wouldn't want to wake the neighbors up."
"Since when do you care about that?" The older sister asked.
"We've caused enough trouble tonight, luv." Her excuses were made quickly. "Gotta keep it down tonight, hehe." Speaker in hand, Luna ran up the stairs.
"Well, sorry about that Quinlan." Lori was left still a bit confused.
"Nah, it's okay." the busty brunette waved it off. "She just doesn't want to hear me sing."
"Huh, why?"
"Cause I'm tone deaf."
"Seriously?!"
"Hehe, yeah." Quinlan walked over to some abandoned plates, the blonde teen followed closely behind. "I'm real bad."
"Oh, it can't be that bad." Lincoln's girlfriend laughed at the comment.
"Hahaha, no seriously, it's bad… but it doesn't bother me anymore." Quinlan threw away all the remaining dreg. "Because so much has changed since I found him... Lori, thank you for letting me date your brother."
"It's literally not up to me." The blonde to me. "It's up to Lincoln to choose…" Lori placed an arm around her newest best friend. "I'm so glad it was you."
"Anyone know why Luna's setting up some stuff in my room?" Lincoln stood a bit wobble at the top of the stairs. With his bow tie off and his jacket off, it was clear he was going to fade fast.
"Quinlan's gonna sing you a lullaby, Lincoln." Lori shouted softly up the stairs.
"That would be nice." A sleepy smile warmed QT's heart.
"I'll be up in a bit, sweetie." Quinlan waved to him.
"Sure thing. *Yawn!*" Lincoln's lips smacked as he dragged himself to his room. Luna gave an obvious thumbs up for the set up.
"You better get him before he collapses."
"As long as he does on me," Quinlan sauntered to the stairwell. "That's alright with me."
"Did someone order a Thicc QT?" The cheeky teen slid into her boyfriend's room.
"Thicc QT?"
"Mmmhmm, I'm told you caught quite the girl, Lincoln Loud."
"Heh, I sure did." A slight chuckle seeped out. "But I prefer Honey Bee."
"So do I," QT nudged his shoulder slightly. "I'm just teasing."
"You are quite the tease."
"Only to a cutie like you." She snickered back, the boy simply nodded.
"You staying the night?" Lincoln moved to sit on the edge of his bed, facing the karaoke machine.
"Mmmhmm," her rear plopped down right next to her man. "I got Mom's permission when she left with Cristina."
"That's nice of her." The boy told her as he bent down to grab a mic.
"Yeah it was." QT accepted the mic from his hand. While she did want to sing her favorite song, asking for Lincoln's felt more appropriate. "What should I sing, sweetie?"
"Hmmm. I don't know, honey bee."
"C'mon, Lincoln." Quinlan whined.
"Alright, alright." He put his hands up in a joking manner. "Hand me those discs."
"Sure thing." The teen reached and grabbed a stack of albums.
For a few moments they sat in silence. Just Lincoln and Quinlan as they looked at the songs. The boy was for sure fading but he fought off the sleep for her. The teen was also quite tired but she wanted to savor this day to its last.
"Lincoln?" Quinlan's soft voice broke the silence.
"Honey Bee?" Lincoln asked equally quiet
"Does it feel like something is ending?"
His ears perked up.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know…" the teen's voice trailed. "Just… our families know about us. We have friends we can go to. We no longer need to hide… it feels like the end of something."
"I don't know…" the white haired boy responded. "I have the same feeling, but it's not a bad one."
"How so?"
"Oh um..." Lincoln pondered for a second. "No idea."
"Hehehe… this is so weird."
"You chose to date a weird boy."
"And you chose to date a weird girl."
"..."
"..."
Quinlan laid her head on top of the boy's as he continued his search. Her nose nuzzling into her lover's white fur.
"You owe me a movie night." The cozy girl said.
"Heh, sure thing." Lincoln rolled his eyes at the comment.
"Next year, same time?" The girl joked.
"Nah," the small lad paused to read the back of a disk. "You should go to your senior prom with your friends."
"Whaaaa?" the older teen whined. "It won't be the same without you. I'd prefer the movie night."
"You should go, honey bee." Lincoln continued to insist. "I'm sure it will be much better than what we could have here. It's one of those things that you'll wonder why you chose to miss. Just go and have fun with your friends."
"I doubt it would be fun without you… How about this," The girl swung a leg over her man's lap, hiking up her dress to do so. One arm wrapped around his neck while her other went to caress his face. She gave him a quick peck on the lips. "I'll go to my senior prom only if you ask me to your's right now." The boy took in her words but had to piece them together. As he did, he couldn't help but laugh.
"*Pfft*, ah haha, deal." Lincoln reached for her hand currently caressing her cheek. Taking it, he gave it a soft kiss. "Quinlan Timber, would you allow me the honor of accompanying you to my senior prom?"
"Of course I will!" The teen peppered the boy with kisses.
"Hehehe, stop QT!" The boy giggled at her barrage. "You'll make me drop everything."
"Just one more." Her lips pressed into his for breathless minute. The curvy brunette released the kiss only to see the white haired lover's face covered in her lipstick marks. She stifled a snort for her own overboardness. "Opps, sorry dear."
"It's fine, honey bee." He gave her a kiss back. "Could you sing this one?"
"Anything for you, dear." His older girlfriend took the disc from his hand and looked at the song. It was a love ballad from his favorite band. She wanted to give him more kisses but stopped herself. The girl went and inserted the disc into the karaoke machine. Her voice filled the room as she sang softly to her tired man.
As she sung, the teen felt Lincoln's body go slack as he lent on her arm. No matter how much he fought it, the day finally got to him. Following his request, Quinlan continued to the very end, even as her audience snored. As the song finished, she looked at the white haired boy. A soft smile was on Lincoln's lips as calmest swept over him. Even in his slumbering state, she could just make out his word.
"I love you, Honey Bee."
"I love you too, Lincoln Loud."
Quinlan slowly adjusted her position until the boy gently slid off. The sole son laid peacefully on his bed. His light snores only made him look cuter to the girl. Letting out a yawn, the busty brunette was also ready to sleep. Not wanting to sleep in her lovely dress, she slid it off. Unfortunately, due to its snugness, it did make it like removing a wet swimsuit and she struggled for several minutes. Finally out of the dress, she realized how uncomfortable it would be for her man to sleep in his. Her own blinks were getting longer but she managed to get him down to his underwear.
Lifting up the blanket, Quinlan cozied up to Lincoln for a good night's rest.
"Where's my white russian?!" The party girl, Becky, entered Lincoln's small bedroom without concern. It was the day after 'Loud Prom', her and the girls had promised to help clean up. The mother of the house did warn her that they hadn't woken up yet but Tigress was not one for waiting.
"Becky!" The Pingrey girl tried to pull her friend back to no avail. "Mrs. Loud just told you he was sleeping!" While distracted, a certain rabbit eared individual peeked in.
"L-lincoln, would it be okay if I looked around your room some?" Dana asked with her phone already in camera mode.
"Ugh," A very groggy Lincoln slowly arose in bed, he was completely shirtless. A quick flash from Dana's camera woke him up more. He shook the morning haze away. "Girls?"
All of them had flush faces.
"Lincoln," Quinlan sat up in bed beside him. "Why'd you wake up so early, we stayed up too late for this." Another camera flash.
Lincoln's Angels all had dropped jaws, the reason for only became understood when QT felt how tender her breasts were.
"Ouch, this is what I get for not wearing my br-" Her eyes widened before quickly darting down.
"I'm sorry Quinlan I tried to stop-" Rita Loud came up from behind the three teens.
"Quinlan!" Leni ran out of her room and down the hall. The ditzy blonde held out a single article of clothing. "You totes forgot your bra in my room last night!"
The matriarch's vision went fuzzy as she thought of her son's innocence.
*Thud*
"Dang it!" Quinlan ran out quickly to awake the mother.
"Whoa, dudes, what's happening out-" Luna exited her room and saw a topless beauty in the hall.
She promptly fainted.
"Is ev-" Lori immediately covered her boyfriend's eyes.
"Back inside Mr!" The blonde teen commanded, Bobby was pulled roughly back into the room.
"Dios míos." Ronnie Anne commented from Lisa's room.
Another guest entered the home.
"Sis!" The front door swung open as Cristina arrived. The young Timber girl had with her a bag of supplies for her sister. "I brought you your toothbrush, some crunch bars, and a change of clothes." The young girl reached the top of the stairs. "And not a moment too soon."
"Thanks, Chickadee." Lincoln came out still partially awake and partially clothed. "Things are a bit crazy this morning."
Cristina's face became redder and redder as her eyes traced up her classmate's naked form.
"Sigh…" A goth girl came up beside her. "Here we go again."
*Thud*
A frantic panic beset the morning in the Loud house. Some girls rushed to get some clothes on Quinlan and Lincoln. Others rushed to wake up the unconscious women. But something was certain. If this was a weeks ago, this craziness would have been completely different.
This was a new craziness.
A craziness of acceptance.
The chaos of the Loud house eagerly bringing Quinlan into the fold.
So much had changed since her first visit.
But no matter what.
No Age Gap would stand between her and her man.
~The End~