User blog:LoudFanWolf/The Good Jock

The Jocular Jock, a story by LoudFanWolf.

Derek Gabriel and Lynn Loud Jr. were doing what they usually did when they hung out together at the Loud House: playing a nice, fun game of catch while talking about this and that.

At a certain moment of their play, Derek spoke up. "You know, I'm surprised that we've been able to get along so well, Lynnie,"  Derek stated before throwing the ball back to the aforementioned 13 year old jock, who caught the ball with ease.

Lynn then made a face. "What do you mean, Derk? I'd get along with anybody who was able to convince Luan to stop going exctreme on April Fools Day." Lynn chuckled as she threw a fastball back to Derek, who gave a small grunt as he caught the ball in his hand.

Derek paused, the ball still his hand as he said "Well, let me answer that question with another question; Lynn, have you ever been called a jock?"

"Uh, duh, I play like 5 different sports, of course I've been called a jock." Lynn replied, making a derpy face when she "Duh"ed.

"Well, let me ask you this: Do you like being called a jock?" Derek asked the 13 year old sportstar.

"What do you mean?" Lynn replied, folding her arms, she was interested in Derek's topic, but she was also getting impatient as she waited fro him to throw the ball back to her.

"I mean," Derek paused for a second to throw the ball back at Lynn, who, once again, caught it with ease "do you think that the term 'jock' has a negative connotation to it?"

"A what?" Lynn asked, a confused look on her face. "Sorry, man, English class ain't my forte." Lynn admitted before throwing the ball back at Derek.

Derek facepalmed and chuckled, failing to catch the ball as it narrowly missed him and landed on the back porch of the Loud House.

"I mean, do you find the term 'jock' to be insulting?" Derek asked Lynn.

"No, should I?" Lynn replied, raising an eybrow.

"Well, I don't know. It depends." Derek replied.

"Will you stop being cryptic and get to the point already?!" Lynn snapped, wanting to know where Derek was going with this conversation.

"Okay, okay, calm down. What I mean is, well, you are one of the nicest people I've met that could be labeled a jock." Derek stated awkwardly.

"Really?" Lynn asked.

"Yeah, you see, most of the jocks I've met and seen around high school are really, let's just say, demanding, and they have this strange looming/ruling shadow over people that can really be a disadvantage sometimes. For example, let's say that final exam day is coming, and the teacher says that after everyone is done with their exams, the class gets to watch a movie, and he/she gives out options for a movie to watch. One of the options is a movie you really like, and you want other people to really like it too. So, you vote for it, and encourage your other classmates to do the same. However, the jocks of the classroom say that they want to watch a movie in the options that you really hate, and before you know it, the entire class votes for their movie instead of yours. That's what I mean when I say they have this looming/ruling shadow over you, they're popular so no matter what you do, what they say goes." Derek explained

"Well, Derk, life is unfair, maybe they influence the class to vote for theat movie at all, and you;re just being a brat." Lynn reasoned.

"Maybe, maybe, but let me give you a real life example then.. You see, my Dad was a jock in high school, in fact, he used to coach little league for a few years until shortly after I was born. Did he quit sports? No, of course not! Now, when he's not working at the job he secretly hates, all he does is watch SportsCenter and Buckeye games."

"A Buckeyes fan?! No offense, Derk, but I haven't even met your dad and I already hate him." Lynn commented, gagging at the thought of her best friends/'brothers' father being a fan of the football team she hated most.

Derek chuckled at Lynn before continuing. "Yeah, but as I said before, he loves watching football and Sportscenter, and when he is you are not allowed to bug him or talk to him about anything! And if you do, well let me tell you, you haven't seen true anger until you decide to bother a sports fan with a major smoking problem!" Derek said in a foreboding tone of voice.

"Wow." Lynn said, astonished.

"And if you accidentally connect your phone with the TV, or accidentally change the channel, woo, you better say your prayers."

"Wait a minute! Derk, are you saying that your dad... beats you?!"

"No no, nothing like that, honestly. It's just that he's got a short temper, I swear. If he did I'd tell you immediately, but he doesn't, cross my heart." Derek stated, crossing himself.

"Alright, I believe you." Lynn stated, convinced. "Now what's your point with this real life story?"

"I'm just saying that Jocks can be demannding, or like a brat as well as non-jocks can. But ever since I've met you, Lynnie, you've never seemed to be too demanding or like a brat, or have this metaphorical ruling shadow over your siblings. That's why I think you're, well, a good jock."

Lynn smiled, touched by Dereks comment, but then she thought of a certain...incident, and her smile faded.

"Derk, that's really sweet of you to say, really it is, and thank you. But let me tell you right now, I've had my bratty and demanding moments as well as any other jock has." Lynn said, sounding regretful.

"What do you mean?" Derek asked.

"Sit down, this is gonna be a long one."

And so, Derek and Lynn both sat down on the grass as the latter told the entire story of the "bad luck" incident. As Lynn told the story, she paid attention to Dereks body language and the emotions on his face. which changed sporadically througout the story; from shocked, to angry, to pitiful, to sad, and to ultimately, disappointment. Lynn could not count how many times Derek had faceplamed by the time she finished the story.

When Lynn finally finished the story, she gave a great big sigh before saying "Well, I guess now you know that I'm not actually a 'good jock,' huh?"

Derek, a disappointed look still on his face, sighed as well before asking "Did you at least learn your lesson?"

"Yeah, I did. But don't forget, Lincoln had a role in it, too." Lynn answered, reiterating the incident truly wasn't ALL her fault.

"Yeah, but you being a sore loser is what started it." Derek rebuttled

"Yeah, I guess. Look, do you hate me or not!?" Lynn cried, the tension between herself and Derek killing her.

"Did you and the family apologize to Lincoln for kicking him out?" Derek asked, still sounding disappointed, making Lynn feel even worse.

"Yes, I even took all of the blame for it at first! Dang it, Derk, please just tell me if you hate me or not!" Lynn yelled as tears began to form in her eyes.

Lynn closed her eyes as the tears began to fall from them, only opening them again when she felt Derek embrace her.

"No, I don't hate you, and I never could." Derek stated, comforting Lynn.

Lynn hugged her best friend/'brother' back. "Thank you, big brother."

"No problem, Lynnie. And you know what? You are a good jock." Derek stated comfortingly.

"How?" Lynn asked.

"Because you're smart enough to admit that you were a jerk."

The End!