Allow me just a quick moment of your time before you start reading. First of all, thanks for reading this in the first place. This is the first of a four chapter story, mainly about Lynn and Lincoln Loud (No Lynncoln). I started writing this as a means to test my writing ability and see how many people enjoy what I write. If you do enjoy this and want to see the next chapter, please tell me what you thought about it and why you liked it. I am open to Constructive criticism and would like to improve my writing abilities. I know there are probably several grammatical errors in my story. I am not perfect. Please try to review it based on what you thought of it.

Chapter One

The day started like any other Friday in the Loud House.

"Come on Lori! PLEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAASE?" Lana whined.

"I literally just told you no, like, two seconds ago," Lori fumed.

"LOOK OUT! SHE'S GONNA BLOW!" Lisa yelled as she slammed the door to her room shut and a muffled explosion came from it. "I'm still alive!"

"Lisa is just booming with excitement, Isn't she?" Luan laughed, poking her head out of her room. "Get it?"

Everyone groaned. Secretly she loved the collective groan she heard from all her sisters every time she made a pun. It only empowered her to say them even more.

"I think I finally got it dudes!" Luna said as she started playing a riff. "Dang it! I'll never get this down."

"Poo-Poo" Lily giggled, crawling across the scratchy, smelly, old carpet.

"KIDS! Breakfast In five! Be at the table or you're not getting any!" their father bluffed.

"I'm coming!" Leni exclaimed. "I finally found the perfect earrings to go with my dress!"

"DAAAAD! Luan threw a pie in my face again!" Lola screamed.

"Why are you so mad?" Luan asked. "You look like such a cutie pie!"

Again, everyone groaned as Luan laughed.

"Hey Lucy! Think fast!" Lynn proclaimed as she threw a tennis ball at her sister.

Lucy caught it with one hand and said, "Nothing can stop the darkness Lynn. Sigh."

"Ugg, why do you have to be so depressing?" Lynn asked.

Lucy shrugged and started walking downstairs. The majority of the siblings followed one at a time. Luan picked up Lily and followed Lucy down. Lynn threw a football in the air and tried to run down the stairs to get it before it hit the bottom. When she got halfway, she leaped into the air making an attempt to catch it.

"Got It!" she exclaimed, only to find herself plummeting towards the back of the couch. "Uh-Oh..."

SMACK!

"Ooo..." Leni, Lana, and Lola all said at the same time, about to go down.

"I would suspect that being a member of the Homo-Sapien species and with average intelligence, that you would know you could cause possible cerebral and other bodily damage by acting in a way so spontaneous and Illogical," Lisa told her as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

Lynn shook her head and said, "What?"

Sighing, Lisa replied, "You should know better than to do something stupid like that..."

"I'll be fine. It happens all the time!" she said, jumping up and running to the table.

"I highly doubt that." Lisa followed behind her, secretly examining the tiny cuts and scrapes she received from it.

Lincoln, the only son in a family of eleven siblings, finally got out of his room. It was only him and two of his older sisters that weren't downstairs yet. Luna was playing her guitar too loud to hear what dad said and Lori was on the phone with Bobby. Lincoln walked out his room, which was really just a transformed linen closet, and stepped into the upstairs hallway for the first time that morning. He walked over to Luna's room and told her that dad had already called them down for breakfast to which she replied, "Gimme a minute lil' bro, I'll be right there," with a thumbs up to follow

He walked to the open door of Lori's bedroom.

"Lori, dad's already called us down for breakfast," he told her.

Lori scoffed and said, "Can't you see I'm on the phone with Bobby!?" Then turning her head back the other way, she said, "No you hang up!"

Lincoln shrugged and shuffled downstairs to get some breakfast in his classic orange polo and blue jeans. He looked around for a minute and saw the rest of his sisters eating some bacon and eggs in the kitchen, he turned to his left and started walking there himself. When he got into the kitchen, Luna and Lori both finally came downstairs. Luna had her guitar strapped across her back wearing her normal purple school clothes and Lori was texting Bobby, wearing the same thing she always wore. A blue tank top and khaki shorts. Lincoln was just sitting down when they got into the kitchen.

"Hey! What do you call a sea of pigs?" Luan asked. Not waiting for a reply she said, "Baycon! Hahahaha... Get it?" Again the collective groan echoed throughout the room.

"Ha! That was a good one Luan!" her father encouraged.

"That's Eggs-actly what I thought dad!"

"UGGHHHHH!" they all moaned.

More than ten minutes later, they were all finished with breakfast and close to twenty minutes after that they all were finally in the car.

"I want the Sweet Spot!" Lana yelled.

"No, I want the Sweet spot!" Lola commanded.

"I don't get it, is there a bunch of sugar in the sweet spot?" Leni asked, completely dumbfounded.

Lynn threw her soccer ball into the seat that was known as the "sweet spot" and yelled out, "My ball is already there! I'm getting it."

While they were all arguing over who would get the sweet spot, Lincoln casually strolled out of the house and just before reaching the van called out, "Shotgun!" and proceeded to his seat.

"Dang it..." Lynn complained. "Forgot about that one..."

"Why do you always get shotgun?" Luna asked.

"It's really quite simple," Lisa started as she climbed into the car. "He has successfully manipulated us into believing that this so called 'Sweet Spot' is the best possible location in the automobile to sit. So whenever the time comes for us to depart our current residence each morning, we all start bickering over who will receive this so called 'sweet spot.' And Lincoln, being the oh-so-clever brother that he thinks he is, takes advantage of our unnecessary squabble and claims the front passenger seat."

"Wait, if you know that, then why don't you ever call shotgun?" Lincoln asked.

"The only reason that I have not yet claimed the front seat is because my booster seat, which I unfortunately require in order to meet proper safety measures, is in the middle row and I don't want to move it, seeing as the middle of our vehicle is the safest spot in it, as all of you would cushion me in the event of a possible vehicle malfunction or automobile accident," she finished, trying not to chuckle.

"Are you done yet?" Lana asked.

"Technically I have much more to say about the hap-hazardous safety measures this vehicle is equipped with, but for now? Yes, I am finished."

"Ugh, about time"

With Lori driving and Lincoln already riding shotgun, the rest of them just piled in wherever they could. Luan ended up snagging the sweet spot to which she made a pun that no one laughed at, Lisa sat in her booster seat, and the rest of them started crawling into whatever spots were left. Finally, after what would seem like an eternity for a normal family, the Louds left the house in almost record time.

They actually, left the house so early, that their parents decided to give Lori some money to get all of them some Ice Cream before they went to school. They stopped at the Burpin' Burger and when they got in, they all proclaimed what they wanted in a chaotic, random, unorganized fashion.

"You all just need to literally SHUT UP! You're getting the exact same thing! All of you!" she boomed at them.

After a series of moans and groans and getting eleven small ice cream cones, the Loud family packed back into the van and they left the joint. Lori dropped off the twins and Lucy at the primary school, took Lincoln to his school which was right next to the primary school, and then brought Lisa to the local college where she spoke about various different scientific matters on a regular basis. She dropped off Lynn at the middle school before zipping across the road where the high school was. She drove around for a bit before finally finding a parking space. When she did finally get in it, the four oldest loud sisters started walking into their high school. Lori met up with Bobby and they walked to class together.

"Bobby Boo Boo Bear!" Lori Exclaimed.

"Babe!" Bobby said as they embraced each other as stereotypical teenagers in love would.

Leni found a couple of her friends after walking through the front door and ran over to chat with them.

"OMG! You will not believe what happened last night!" she enthusiastically started telling them.

Luan started making jokes about the school, "I thought this was supposed to be a high school, but it doesn't look very tall."

"That's not why it's called high school" Luna chuckled.

"Maybe you should leave the jokes to me Luna, that didn't crack anyone up."

Luna just looked back in front of her with an annoyed look on her face. Luan took a quick look at her and said, "Don't worry, you'll do fine as long as you don't speed through the next one."

Luna actually thought that that one was pretty funny, but refused to show it and tried her best to keep a straight face. Besides, she knew that Luan was uncomfortable making drug jokes so she didn't want to encourage her to keep doing it. It made her wonder why she made that joke in the first place.

Finally, Luan and Luna went their separate ways. Luna to her music class and Luan to her cooking class, in which she only ever made pies. Before Luna got to her class she couldn't help but wonder what her other sibling's days were going to be like.

For Lisa, there was nothing out of the ordinary. She got up in front of a bunch of college kids in an enormous auditorium and started lecturing them about quantum physics and the different molecules necessary in order to create a nuclear reaction or something like that. Lola paraded through the school in her pretty pink dress occasionally playing dolls with some of the other girls and Lana played in the dirt and made mud pies with the boys whenever she could. Nothing strange, at least, not to Lola and Lana Loud. Lucy sat silently in her classroom writing and reciting poems for her teacher and the rest of the class, then during recess would sit under a tree and just write poems. Nothing weird, at least, not for Lucy Loud. Lincoln talked to Clyde all about the days and what his various sisters did the previous night and hung out with Ronnie Anne for a few minutes before the other guys made fun of him and he stormed off. Nothing abnormal, at least, not for Lincoln Loud. Luan made dozens of pies in her cooking class and cracked a bunch of jokes during all the rest of her classes, which, every time she did, there was a collective groan throughout the room. Nothing peculiar, at least, not for Luan Loud. Luna jammed out in her music class and strolled through the school the rest of the time, humming and whistling popular rock tunes, sometimes even getting in trouble for not listening. Nothing bizarre, at least, not for Luna Loud. Leni sat down and looked at her teacher and pretended to act like she was listening when really, she didn't have a clue as to what was going on and then between classes, chatted up a storm about clothes and the newest designer purse to her friends. Nothing irregular, at least, not for Leni Loud. And Lori obsessed over Bobby all day long, texting him during class when she got the chance and meeting up with him by their lockers every time between classes. Nothing odd, at least, not for Lori Loud. Lynn Loud however, was a different story.

It started off like a normal day. She fell asleep in her first class, which was math, and was startled awake when the teacher yelled her name.

"LYNN!"

She snorted, almost jumping out of her seat as she said, "FORTY-TWO!"

The rest of the class laughed at her and, accidentally chuckling at the unintentional reference, the teacher told Lynn to sit up and stay awake, which she didn't do. She went through her other classes, bored all day, passing a tennis ball on her desk between her hands most of the time. She finally got to the class right before her athletics class. This one was always slower than any of her other classes because it was right before her favorite class and by the end of that class she was pretty much vibrating up and down in her seat. As soon as the bell rang, she made a mad dash to her last class of the day. She was in the boys class because she was so far ahead of the girls that it wasn't even fair to the rest of them. The same could be said for the boys, but they knew how to take it better than the girls could. That being said, the boys weren't exactly happy with the fact that a girl was better at everything they did. She still used the girls locker room for obvious reasons despite the fact that she was in the boys class.

They had always made fun of her for being in the boys class, but she didn't care. It didn't get to her. She knew they were only saying that stuff because they were jealous of how much better she was than them. They kept trying to tease her though. They were all playing soccer and Lynn was running down the field about to score a goal with all of the rest of the class playing against her. A boy by the name of Tommy tried to make her mad by saying, "you know boys are just naturally more athletic than girls right?" Then he tried to kick the ball out of Lynn's solid, dribbling skills, but when he did he tripped and Lynn scored a goal against them. Tommy was the leader of the boys. Despite the classic stereotypes, he wasn't too good looking. He had shaved brown hair and mild acne. With something like that, Lynn didn't exactly think him to be a looker.

"Seven to Zero" she said looking straight at him with a smirk on her face. "You can keep trying that all you want, but it's never gonna work, loser!" And with that she turned around and started to go get a drink of water.

"You know, you're gonna get hurt like that. And when you do, no one is going feel sorry for you. Not your parents, not any of your sisters, not even your own brother," he retorted.

This time, the things he said did bother her, not enough to change her mindset about the situation though. Until he said something about Lincoln. She stopped, dead in her tracks when she heard that?

"What about my brother?" she said with a dark look on her face.

Tommy finally did it. He got under her skin. He smirked as she finished her question and tried to keep himself from ruining the moment he had always been waiting for, finally seeing it after months of fruition. He would never tell her, but he would intentionally listen in on her conversations with her friends, trying to get under her skin in any way possible. He knew tons about her brother, but never thought that this would be the thing to trigger a response from her. Remembering what he overheard as he passed by her and her friends one day in the hallway he started by saying, "Your brother... What's his name again? Oh yeah, Lincoln. Or should I say, Linky."

That's what started the fire. Lynn never called him that, but she often talked about how her older sister Leni would affectionately call him that around the house. So Lynn, Fuming, but trying her best not to show it, turned around to face them.

"Let's get one thing straight here." She started as she pointed back at him. "I don't call my brother 'Linky'"

She was about to continue on, but was quickly interrupted by Tommy. "Oh yes you do, I've overheard you talking about him!"

She started stomping towards him, in an attempt to intimidate him. It was working, but there was no way that he was going to give her the satisfaction of knowing that. Instead of stepping back, he just said, "I heard about the trophy case incident."

Instantly, she stopped and her eyes widened. Even more fumed now, she ran up to him, grabbed his shirt at the collar, nearly lifting him off of the ground, and demanded in almost a whisper, "Who told you about that?"

"I'm not gonna say." he insisted.

"You better tell me?" she demanded again. "Or you won't live to see tomorrow."

"Poor linky," he started, fueled by seeing Lynn so angry at him. "You all felt so sorry for him. He didn't have a single trophy in his part of the trophy case. So you made one for him, just so he wouldn't feel left out."

"SHUT UP!" she screamed, shoving him back.

"Your little brother Lincoln," he taunted. "I've heard that he's so weak he can't fight his own fights. You have to fight all of them for him."

"I said SHUT UP!"

"Aww," he taunted again. "You really do care about your little brother."

She crossed her arms and looked away, desperately trying to ignore them, but she knew that she was close to her limit. Tommy had been working at breaking her ever since she stopped when he mentioned her brother. He had done a phenomenal job getting under her skin and was about to deliver the finishing blow. Before, it had just been playful taunting, slowly bending her to his will, but then his taunting, amusing, devilish smile turned more serious as he stood there with his arms now crossed just below his chest.

"Poor... Sad... Pathetic... Little... Linky..."

She finally snapped.

He barely finished the words when she delivered the first blow to his jaw with a right uppercut, breaking it almost instantly with a fury and a rage he had never seen from her before. He instantly regretted everything he said and was about to make an attempt to apologize, but it was too late. The rage and aggression she was showing incited fear within himself. He started to fall back, but before he even hit the ground, she kicked his legs out from underneath him, hitting him right at his ankles, spraining both of them as they jerked to the side. When he fell to the ground, three feet back from where he was standing, making a satisfying thud when he did, she kicked him in the side of his torso as hard as she could. He flipped and rolled over onto his stomach for about a second, then felt himself being flipped onto his back again. If they were playing football, the pads would have made it to where he would have just been able to get up and run away, but she broke a couple of his ribs when she kicked him. She fell to her knees on top of him and repeatedly punched him in the face, whipping it back and forth across the ground. She got four or five good hard licks in, knocking him out completely before she was pulled off of him by the coach. She knew exactly what she was doing, but despite that, as soon as she was put back on the ground, she started running.

"Lynn Loud! Where are you going!" her coach yelled at her to no avail.

Lynn started sprinting across the field, clearing it in about ten seconds and getting out of sight of the coaches after thirty more seconds. Even the coaches couldn't keep up with Lynn sometimes. She was so far ahead of them and had so much more stamina that they just couldn't catch her. She ran around to the front fence of the school, hopped right over it with ease, and then kept on running, and running, and running; not once slowing her pace. She wasn't running because she was afraid of what she had done or because she didn't want to get in trouble. She could care less about those things. She obviously didn't want to get in trouble and she was scared about what she had done, but those things paled in comparison to what she was feeling. She was feeling physical pain of course. You can't hit someone that hard as many times as she did and not feel a little pain. Her knuckles were starting to swell up from those brutal punches she delivered, and she started developing a slight limp as she may have twisted her own ankle from kicking him so hard, but she didn't slow down. Not even a little bit.

She just ran.

She ran because she knew that if she didn't, she would jump right back on top of him and start wailing on him again. She ran so that she could avoid fighting with him again. She ran because she didn't want anyone to see what was happening to her. She ran, because she didn't want anyone to see the tears in her eyes.

She ran. But it wasn't because of what she did to Tommy.