Totally wrote this is February, but never finished it.
It was a normal day in the Loud house; well, as normal as it could be. The house seemed a lot quieter than usual, but it was only early in the morning. Everyone took their time and never had the feeling to rush anything. Unfortunately, it was Monday—factually the most hated day of the week. The kids all had to be ready for school in a couple of hours and they all laid awake in bed, knowing very well going to school was inevitable. Inside Lincoln's room, Lincoln yawned as he was reading one of his Ace Savy comics. He usually did this to prepare his mind for school. He believed reading comics could alleviate his impending stress, which actually was true. "Monday mornings are usually the quietest in the Loud House, and today isn't an exception. The only times we get Monday off is for the occasional holiday, but in all honesty, it isn't enough." Lincoln slowly made his way off of his bed and exited his room only to be met with a line of his sisters. "I'm not even bothered by this anymore. This is pretty much everyday for me."
Lincoln's older sister Lynn walked from out of her room and placed herself behind Lincoln. "Goodmorning, Lincoln." she yawned. "I see you've managed to get up before me. Keep that up and we'll have ourselves a little competition." Lynn said in an almost competitive manner.
"Yeah… how about no." Lincoln responded with a slight yawn. He didn't know why, but Lynn was really trying to make him get into some sort of 'game' with her and every time, he said he was having no part of it. Lynn never tried to increase her advances, but he couldn't help but feel a little bothered by it each time.
Minutes went by as each Loud child took care of their personal business to start off their day. Soon, it was Lincoln's turn and it felt like he had been waiting in line forever. He entered the bathroom and discovered that all seven of his sisters who went before him left their underwear sprawled out on the floor. Lincoln had seen them on the floor a few times every now and then, but this was a little strange. He felt as there was no reason to be suspicious and simply swept his thoughts under the rug and took a shower. After showering, he got himself a towel and covered himself up before exiting the bathroom, leaving a cloud of steam slowly leaking outward. Before he made it to his room, his mother stopped him.
"Hey, Lincoln. Could you tell your sisters that the van's engine died? Your father and I had to call Aunt Ruth to get us a ride to the repair store."
"No problem, Mom. I've got it."
"Thanks, Lincoln."
A car horn was blared from outside. "Honey, Ruth's here!"
"Gotta go, Lincoln. See you and the girls in a couple of hours—Hopefully." Lincoln's mom made her way downstairs and out of the house.
The rest of the Loud sisters came up to Lincoln, finally fully clothed, seemingly ready for school. They all began to yell at Lincoln, which he could only guess was because he was still in a towel.
"Lincoln! Why are you not ready? We've got to go to school soon." Lori asked Lincoln. Afterwards she pulled out her phone and called Bobby.
"Guys, we probably won't be going to school today. The van's engine is broken or something, so Lori won't be able to take us to school."
"That won't be a problem at all, Lincoln. If we get started now, we should be at school in around four-point-two-five hours if we were to walk." Lisa stated.
All the Loud sisters began to yell at Lisa, who seemed to not be bothered by the berating she was receiving.
"Guys, don't yell at Lisa. Who said we were going to school anyways? As far as we know, we don't have to go to school today."
The Loud kids all cheered with excitement and went off to do their own thing, leaving Lincoln alone in the hallway. "Today might not be so bad after all." Lincoln went into his room and put on his regular clothes that he wears basically everyday. Lincoln made his way outside the house while all of his sisters watched. They had no idea where Lincoln was going, but he sure did. "See you guys later. Oh and if Mom and Dad start coming home, I've got my walkie-talkie." Lincoln continued walking down the street and was soon met up with Lynn who was on her bike.
"Sup, Lincoln. Where do you think you're going?" Lynn asked with curiosity.
"I was gonna go meet Ronnie Anne at her house today. Bobby told me she was sick today, so I was going to give her some company."
"Aww, can I come to help? I wouldn't be ruining anything by joining would I?"
"Of course not. You and her would get along just fine."
"Sweet. Hop on my pegs and lead the way."
Lincoln stood on top of the bicycle's pegs and wrapped his arms around Lynn's waist. After about ten minutes of riding, they made it to a blue house on the corner of a road. Lynn pulled up on the driveway and lifted up the bikes kick-stand.
"Alright, we're here Lincoln. Ronnie's house looks way better than ours."
"Yeah, it really is. You should see the inside."
The two walked up to the front door. Lincoln rang the doorbell and they waited for who knew how long. Lynn considered banging on the door, but that wouldn't make a good first impression. Soon, Ronnie Anne answered the answered the door with a tissue paper in hand.
"Oh. Hey, Lincoln. Why is your sister with you and why aren't you two at school?"
"Well, our van doesn't work at the moment, so we have the day off. I wanted to see if you were okay and Lynn wanted to come with me."
Ronnie Anne sniffled then sneezed in her tissue. "I guess you guys can come in. Just don't touch anything that's wrapped up in plastic. I've touched those."
Lynn and Lincoln entered Ronnie Anne's home and Ronnie Anne closed the door behind them. The minute they walked in, they could tell her house was way bigger than theirs. The only downside was that the majority of the house was covered in plastic wrap.
"Uh… Ronnie Anne?" Lincoln started getting an anxious feeling with all the plastic around the room. "Should we leave? I mean, we can stay if you want to, but I don't know…"
"Oh, it's fine if you leave. I wouldn't want anyone getting sick because of me, especially you Lynn. Since you play sports, getting sick would be a shame wouldn't it?" Ronnie and closed her eyes and shook her head. "But knowing you, you'd still be out there playing."
"Ya darn right I'd still be out there scoring points. A little cold won't get me down."
Lincoln gave Lynn a funny look, knowing fully well that when his family gets sick, they all literally become zombies. So, there wasn't anyway Lynn could just shrug it off, unless she just wanted to sound cool. Either way, he brushed it past him.
"Alright, guess we'll be leaving then. See y'all later Ronnie Anne. Hope you get better." Lincoln walked out of the house with Lynn following him close behind.
"So, Lincoln. What do ya wanna do now? We've got all day to ourselves."
"I don't know. I could maybe read some comics or watch TV. I could even–"
"Lame!" Lynn had cut Lincoln off, halting whatever he was going to say next. "It's a nice day outside and you want to spend it in a house?"
"Well… yeah."
Lynn pulled on Lincoln's arm and guided him back to her bike. She got on and motioned for him to get back on the bike pegs. Once he was on, she began to peddle. Eventually, she the lead them to a skatepark. Lincoln could tell just by looking that the park was abandoned. Most of pipes and things the trick riders would use were mostly rusty. Thick grass and weeds were growing through the cracked cement. Lincoln knew he wasn't going to have any part in this, but he also knew Lynn wasn't going to let him leave.
"Here we are, Lincoln. The place where I practice all my bike tricks. I can't really practice with a whole bunch of people around because they'll get in the way." Lynn got off the bike and looked at Lincoln. "So… you wanna try?"
Lincoln gave a look of extreme opposition. He's never ridden a bike though a skatepark. All he needed was leveled ground and he'd be fine—not twenty feet high ramps and rusting rails. He could get a broken arm or tetanus… or literally anything that could hurt him a lot. "No way, Lynn. I may be dumb at times, but I'm not stupid. You can go ahead if you want and I'll just watch."
"Fine… whatever." Lynn shoved Lincoln off the pegs and got on the bike herself. She then proceeded to ride her bike towards a ramp. It wasn't that steep of an incline, but even so, most people wouldn't dare to go up such a thing. Lynn began to peddle faster and with a mindset of pure confidence in herself, she made the jump. In that instant, her body felt heightened to an extent. A wave of ecstasy excitement overtook her and she couldn't help herself but shout. She couldn't tell if it was because Lincoln was here watching her or what, but if felt great. She landed back on the ground on a declining ramp, but she didn't take notice of the deep crevice that was in between the ramp and regular ground. Her front bike wheel sank into the crevice, quickly halting it. The sudden stop threw Lynn off of the bike and she skid across the concrete ground like butter on a frying pan. Lincoln looked on with shock and rushed to his sister's aid. He couldn't believe how bloody it was. He made it to Lynn, who was crying very heavily. Lincoln would've made the good ol' I told you so quip, but not during a moment like this. He kneeled down to Lynn and saw that she had scraped herself pretty badly. Her legs were really bad and she had a few cuts on her face as well. Even her shorts were a tattered mess.
"Lynn, you okay?" Lincoln asked with great concern for his older sister.
Lynn looked at him with tears still flowing from her eyes and she wiped them away, trying to hide her pain. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just glad I haven't broken a bone… again." Lynn knew she wasn't fine. The cuts she received hurt a lot more than she let on. They burned and caused almost unbearable pain to her, but she decided to tough it out as always.
"Well, I don't believe you. You're really hurt and I think we should stay for a bit before trying to leave."
"Lincoln, I told you I'm fine. Here, I'll prove it." Lynn slowly tried to stand; her aching legs shook. She looked back at Lincoln with face that depicted nothing but agony. She tried limping to her bike and fell, letting out a slight yelp. "Okay… I'm not fine." Lincoln walked over to Lynn and helped her back over to a nearby bench that looked like it was somewhat capable of holding two people.
"I'll use my walkie talkie to call Lori so she can pick us up." Lincoln pulled out his walkie talkie and changed the connection. "Loud crew, this is Little Linc. I'm gonna need Lori pick me and Lynn up from the old skatepark. Over and out."
"We hear you, Lincoln and you guys are in luck. Vanzilla is fixed up and I can come get you two. See you in a bit." Lori responded.
He put the walkie talkie back in his pocket and looked at Lynn. "We'll get our ride soon, so we'll be here for a while. I see that the, um… bleeding stopped."
Lynn looked back at Lincoln with multiple years trickling down her face. She rubbed her legs and held her head down. "Lincoln, I never really realized how great of a brother you were. I mean, if you had been the one that fell, I would've probably laughed and told you to get up. But you… you actually helped me. Sorry for being a jerk to you a whole bunch of times in the past."
"It's no big deal. That's what siblings are for, anyway. I believe you would've done the same."
Lincoln gave Lynn a sincere smile and Lynn looked at him with a smile. The pair stared at each other for a few seconds and they suddenly kissed each other. Neither of them knew why they did, but for the moment, it just felt… right. The pair passionately locked lips for a minute before pulling away from each other, blushing. They quickly looked away from each other, realizing what they had done. Just then, a horn blared from the far side of the skatepark and the two knew it was their ride.
"I… uh… guess we should go." Lincoln stuttered as he went to grab Lynn's bike and wheel it to the van.
Lynn followed him behind, still blushing from the kiss. "I guess we should."
