Loud House Anderson Novels & Stories

Harrison’s POV I turned off the TV halfway through the third inning, not caring who won the game. My mind kept replaying yesterday. Seeing Estelle again. I shoved myself off the couch and headed down the hallway toward Lucas’s room. The door was half-open and I pushed it wider, finding him on the carpet with that robot toy Lyndsey had brought yesterday. He was turning it over in his hands, pressing buttons that made lights flash. I crossed the room and knelt down beside him. “Hey, buddy. Can we talk for a minute?”

↬ Anderson's Home ↫ Ding dong! The doorbell chimed. Anderson was already out of his play station room and now occupied with his favorite movie playing on the TV screen in his sitting room. Ding dong! The doorbell chimed again and Anderson growled. "Alexa, come get the door!" Anderson screamed at the top of his voice unwilling to move a muscle out of the couch he was sitting on comfortably. Alexa rolled her eyes and breathed hard. "Idiot... He can't even get his door."