A/N: Not too long ago (as in a few days), I made a two-shot about Lynn and Clyde that earned a few comments requesting that I continue the story. Well, I have bad news for those people—it's not gonna happen. I feel like there's no need to expand on it, so it'll be left the way it is. If your own of those people or just someone who enjoys this pairing, this collection should hopefully satiate your thirst for interactions between Lynn and Clyde. I mean, with twenty-six chapters, there's bound to be at least one drabble that you like.

Now, something that I didn't mention in the summary was that the ages of the characters won't always be the same. Sometimes, they'll be older than their canon ages. As of right now, I don't have any planned chapters revolving around them being younger, but that could change as I go along. The point is, I'll make special note of such changes should it be required. Otherwise, just assume that they're as old as they are in canon.

A is for "Autumn"

Rated K

Clyde: 14

Lynn: 16

Clyde had little, if anything, good to say about autumn. In fact, he'd go as far to say it was his least favorite season. Autumn seemed to pick up all the negative aspects of the other seasons without retaining their benefits.

As much as springtime could a nightmare because of his pollen allergies, at least he had the colorful flowers, lush grass, and sunny skies to liven up the atmosphere—it was hard to stay grumpy and miserable with such a beautiful sight greeting him every time he woke up and looked out his window. Meanwhile, during autumn, withered, dead plants blotted the landscape like an ugly bruise—the colorful leaves were alright, but nothing could beat the vibrant pink of cherry blossoms. Plus, his allergy woes came back to play as ragweed pollen swept through the chilly air, leaving him with the all-too-familiar savagery of a runny nose, sore throat, and itchy, red eyes.

The blistering cold of winter was rarely fun, but Clyde could always count on snow for two things: an opportunity for play and a chance for school to close. Autumn, on the other hand, was almost just as cold and only gave him the former advantage (yeah, when was the last time school closed because of heavy "leaf fall"?). Plus, snow was way more fun to play with than leaves, anyway (good luck having a "leafball fight").

But as bad as all of that was, at least he didn't have to embrace it alone—at least, not on Tuesdays and Thursdays when walking home after school. Clyde never thought that the best part about joining the chess club would be their after school meeting, namely walking home after they were done. But as he soon found out about a month ago, Tuesdays and Thursdays just so happened to be the days that Lynn had after school practice with her soccer team. Once they unwittingly ran into each other, an unspoken ritual of sorts was formed—they'd wait for the other to leave their respective obligations and then walk home together and just...talk.

And as uneventful as that sounded, that suited Clyde just find because he...sorta had a thing for Lynn. He never thought their friendship would ever lead him him having feelings for her, but he found little point in questioning them—he had more important things to worry about, like how a scrawny geek like him would ever have a chance with one of the school's most popular sports idols.

Presently, as he strolled the sidewalks with Lynn, hearing the crunching of dead leaves under his shoes, he found himself seized by the splendor of her company and the almost therapeutic effects it had on him:

As long as his eyes were on her, they never swelled and itched from the irritation that pollen brought.

With her by her side, the warmth of her aura kept him warm and toasty as the frosty wind tried to sneak through his clothes and nip at his body.

The barren scenery hardly registered to him when the sight of her smiling face graced the scene.

But perhaps, he could be too infatuated for his own good. His enchanted state had left him vulnerable before, leaving him thoroughly embarrassed after Lynn had caught him staring at her. But he was a wiser teenager since those days of...just last week. Now, he was able to keep his mental faculties from keeping dominating him and leaving him unaware of any obvious signs from Lynn that he was staring off into space like some kind of−

"Woah!" Clyde cried as he felt himself launch off to the side, his feet leaving the solid ground.

Before he could give off a panicked scream, he quickly gained bearing on his senses and realized what was happening—time nearly stood still in his state of awareness, giving him enough time to notice that he was about to land in a soft bed of leaves strewn out in the front of someone's lawn...because of a cackling Lynn tackling him.

He landed in the pile, his back hardly feeling the brunt of the force of his landing—though, he was pretty sure that a stray leaf steam had flown into his shirt and was scraping against his skin uncomfortably. But all of that was soon forgotten when he realized where Lynn was; she was sitting on his stomach—her legs draped on either side of his hips—and holding him down by the shoulders. The close proximity immediately made a blush stir up across his cheeks, and he hoped that Lynn's amused expression meant that she was too busy reveling from her mischief to take notice.

"So," she said with a raised eyebrow and a smirk, "do I have your attention now?"

Clyde swallowed and nodded. "Uh...y-yeah?"

"Good. So, as I was saying while you were staring off into space, I was wondering if you could come to my game on Friday. Y'know, if you're not too busy."

Clyde almost trembled as he willed himself not to wince. Getting caught up in the moment was bad enough, but he had done so at the expense of his interest in their conversation—he would've immediately told her "yes" if he wasn't so busy accidentally shutting her out.

"Uh, yeah," he said, hoping his reply would stick the landing. "I'm not busy at all."

He sighed with relief when she beamed and said, "Great!"

Before he knew it, Lynn helped him back to his feet and brushed off the leaves that clung to his body. He couldn't help but feel brushes of tingling fire spread through his body every time she touched him, even if the contact was chaste and fleeting.

"You alright?" she said, a look of concern on her face. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

He shook his head, even if his tailbone felt a little sore. He opted to suck it up and lie instead of giving her grief, though, especially since the pain was manageable and he couldn't imagine her finding him whining about a little boo-boo the least bit attractive.

"Good," she said, another snarky grin spreading. "I don't need that big 'ol brain of yours getting messed up; you still have to help me with my Trigonometry homework, Mr. Math Wizard."

Clyde chuckled. "It's nice to know why you keep me around."

"Well, it's like the old saying goes, 'what're nerds for?'"

Clyde let out another laugh as they continued on their way. As he did, he considered the possibility that, perhaps, if they shared more moments like this, that maybe autumn wouldn't be so unpleasant, after all.