To start off this chapter I'd like to thank a few readers for leaving their comments and showing interest in the story so far. Chaos C, Chocolate236, StoriesUnleashed, zachlor16, Dinodue, Emmaelise401, and BoukenDutch.

Also I'd like to address the skip of the second episode of the show. Like I mentioned previously, I will be skipping chapters where the brothers are to just be background characters and have no real role or impact into the story. For those who are curious, in the episode Get The Message, Nestor would have been locked up similarly to Luan due to the fact he was practicing his lines and music for a certain play hence creating a noise complaint whilst Vincent would be acting as a small distraction similarly Lily and possibly making Lincoln's task harder.

Lastly, the misadventure original chapter I've mentioned will be taking affect after the next chapter due to the fact the following chapter is to be building up to it so that's something to be looking forward to.

So without further ado please enjoy the first episode of this Loud House story. The Loud House is owned by Nickelodeon and was created by Chris Savino, a wonderful man. The only thing I own are the two OCs and nothing more. Please support the official release.

Edited: 12/22/2018

Normally a day at school for a pre-teen wouldn't be very eventful; attend classes, eat lunch, try not to fall asleep, or not get caught doing something you're not supposed to do, and try to have a good time with friends. However, things were going very sour for Lincoln Loud. Today he experienced his first bully. He was first pansted by his locker, then tripped due to the fact they had tied his shoelaces together, and soon after he was embarrassed by a not-so-cleverly placed whoopee cushion, and, finally, covered in a pile of garbage that spilled out of his locker.

Lincoln had a very high sense of patience compared to others his age, it came with having a dozen siblings, however, he could only take so much. The garbage was the final straw.

"So, you really confronted that bully?" Clyde questioned Lincoln as they walked from the school and towards their neighborhood. He couldn't believe Lincoln had done something so courageous, or possibly so stupid.

"That's right. I said to meet me at three-thirty in front of my house, and we're gonna settle this."

Worry and astonishment dripped from Clyde's words, giving his friend a look of disbelief. "Whoa! You're gonna fight?!"

"My brothers told me that if someone was ever bullying me I should either do two things; call them for help or settle things myself. I'm not an animal, Clyde, or a coward. So, I'm going to deliver a strongly worded speech...as soon as I write it." It was true, back before Lincoln had entered elementary school the two adopted brothers had given this bit of advice. Back then he knew well the two would no doubt beat and or threaten any bully, or rather Nestor would do the threatening whilst Vincent would use the more physical approach.

"Looks like that bully left you a note of their own."

"Huh?" It took a moment for Lincoln to notice the written sticky note, but when he did he immediately pulled it off to reveal a wad of gum under it. "Lame-O."

Weirdly enough this wasn't what caught Lincoln off guard. It turned out to be Clyde pulling his head down to take a sniff at the wad of gum in his hair. "Ooh! Watermelon lime!"

"Better not let my sisters see this till my brothers help me with this, 'cause then they'll want to get involved and make things worse, the way they always do."

"I don't know. Maybe they'd be helpful. Your sister Lori gives great advice. She told me to never be myself. I love that woman." Despite the obvious bad advice Clyde didn't hesitate to break out into a love-struck state and mentally leave Lincoln alone.

"Aw, Clyde. Sweet, innocent Clyde. He has no idea what it's like to have ten meddling sisters."

Lincoln recalled to the most recent incident where he was forced to lie on a couch. Lori seemed to do the most normal thing, roughly check his temperature with a thermometer before leaving him to the rest of the sisters. Lisa came in with an X-Ray machine and took a scan of his body, which left him glowing from the radiation. Luan had dressed up as a doctor with a clown nose whilst Luna bandaged him up really tight, despite almost suffocating him in the process, they saw it as a job well done. And then there were the first degree burns he received from Leni spilling the soup she had prepared for him.

In contrast, Lincoln remembered to how his brothers would help him. When he had scrapped his knees Vincent had just cleaned up his scrapes and slapped on a few bandages. When he had tripped down the stairs Nestor had given him one of his ice packs and laid him down on the nearest sofa. And when he had gotten food poisoning from Leni's first, and last, concoction, they went out to get him pain medicine, a gallon of water, and a bucket for him to throw up in.

Compared to his sisters, his brothers seemed to not take things to far... at least when it came to helping him.

"And that was just a paper cut!" Lincoln looked at the tiny bandage he had gotten from their bathroom after his brother's had successfully convinced their sisters to leave him in their care. "Compared to my sisters, my brothers look like they don't care about my safety. They're that bad!"

"Well, then, you'd better get that gum out. You wanna look intimidating for that bully."

"I was born intimidating." To prove his point Lincoln tried to pull off the piece of gum, immediately reacting in a non-intimidating way. "Ew, ew! Gross!"

"You know, peanut butter will get that gum out."

Lincoln had recalled Nestor and Leni mentioning something like that before, back when they warned Lynn and Lucy about the dangers of gum when they were younger. "Should I use chunky or smooth?"

"Well, if you use chunky, you're gonna have to use smooth to get the chunks out."

"Good point. Thanks, pal."

With their goodbyes said, Lincoln then ran for the front door, sneaking his way through it and peered around to see if any of his sisters were lurking anywhere near him. When he knew the coast was clear he stepped in and dropped his backpack onto the floor. This left Lincoln to assess the situation in the best way he knew how.

"The National Weather Service reports clear skies with only a twenty percent chance of meddling sisters. But we advise keeping your umbrella handy."

As Lincoln tip-toed deeper into the house he immediately crossed paths with his youngest sister. Lily had stopped playing with her collection of toys when he saw Lincoln, watching him in interest.

"Shh..." Lincoln didn't hesitate to keep his sister quite, knowing well the smallest thing could start a terrible storm. Sadly he had made an error as he stepped around her. His foot finding its way atop a squeaky toy, emitting a horrifyingly loud squeak even as he lifted his foot up.

"Shh..." Lily returned the gesture Lincoln had given her, making the ironic incident very clear to him, as well as question if one of his siblings had influenced Lily in some way.

"Shh..." He made sure to have the last word as he took another step closer to the stairs, halting however when he heard his eldest sister's voice.

"Hold it right there!"

Lincoln stood still, recalling the action from a movie he had once seen. As Lori walked into view she continued to speak into her phone, completely oblivious to what was happening around her.

"He wore cargo shorts on your date? That is literally the worst thing I have ever heard."

Once Lori was out of sight Lincoln relaxed, wiping the bit of sweat he had collected on his brow. "Phew." He didn't waste any time running into the kitchen, hoping to find the peanut butter before any of his sister found him. "Peanut butter, peanut butter...where's the peanut butter?"

Lincoln halted his search when Luna's humming could be heard. He reacted as quickly as he could, putting little thought into his escape plan. The lack of thought showed as he placed his head into the fridge drawer and standing as if he normally did this sort of thing.

"Hey, bro?"

"Oh, hey, Luna." Lincoln quickly picked up Luna's confused expression, keeping his calm demeanor that could rival his eldest brother's. "What's the haps?"

"Rad way to chill out, bro."

"Right. Totally rad." Naturally when trying to hide something from people the person's adrenaline would understandably either worsen or increase the brain's thought process. Lincoln was experiencing this at the moment. He knew well enough Luna spent the most time with Vincent. She must know where he was! That way he could help remove the gum before the girls found out. "Say, you wouldn't know where Vince is, would yea?"

Luna gave him another confused expression, relaxing her hands off her hips. It slowly became more suspicious as she answered his question, thinking something was, in fact, going on. "Vince rushed out the house an hour ago, shouting something about a rake* or something." Her suspicions died however once she remembered why she came to the kitchen, taking a glance at the snack above him. "Hey, hook me up with some pudding."

Lincoln hesitated for a moment, trying his best to reach for the snack. He stretched his arm upwards, straining to keep his head in the drawer as he touched a plate of broccoli, recoiling, before successfully grabbing ahold of the desert and handing it to his sister.

"Thanks. Stay cool."

Once Luna had left the kitchen Lincoln let out a sigh of relief as he took his head out of the crisper drawer, quickly noticing a head of cabbage attached to his gum and swiftly shacking it off. With that out of the way, Lincoln quickly peered back into the fridge to find the jar he was looking for. "Peanut butter!" he quickly opened it to find it completely emptied of its contents. Defeat took ahold of him as shouted in frustration. "Ah! Why do people put empty jars back in the fridge?!"

The statement might've held more weight if Lincoln hadn't grumpily placed the jar back into the fridge.

"I need a Plan B."

"Socks and sandals? Cut it out!"

For once Lori's words had helped Lincoln with his problems. "Cut it out, that's it!"

Lincoln quickly ran out of the kitchen, sneaking past Lori, as he kept his guard up. He had successfully gotten past the stairs unseen and had sneaked past the couch and into his parents' room where it seemed the only pair of scissors in the house could be found. With them safely in hand and in its tiny sheath, Lincoln swiftly made his way to the staircase. Right as he got to to the first step he saw Luan coming down. His adrenaline aided in his quick thinking, placing his head onto the wall and successfully hiding the piece of gum.

"Hey, Luan." Lincoln acted almost as calmly as he did with Luna, hiding the pair of scissors behind his back.

Luan didn't seem to notice anything as she greeted him as perusal. "Hey, Lincoln. What do you think of this joke? 'If I were you, I'd go for the baboon!'"

It was now Lincoln's turn to be confused, trying to think of anyway Luan could deliver the punch line after that odd joke. "I don't get it."

"Oh, well, that's just the punch line. I still gotta think of the setup."

If not for the situation at hand Lincoln would've let Luan go on her way and try to forget the joke. Now, however, was not the time. He had one last brother to rely on before having to result to Plan C.

"Luan! You wouldn't have seen Nes around, would yea?"

Luan gave him a jumbled look, almost as if she was questioning that herself. "Y'know what, I'm looking for him too. I need some help with the setup. His bike wasn't in the garage so I guess he went out for his audition for a musical?" She recalled Nestor talking about it yesterday, but he didn't mention when he was leaving or coming back. She was quickly brought out of her thoughts however when she realized Lincoln was asking for him at such an odd time "Wait a second, how come you need Nes right now?"

"Uh," Lincoln felt sweat start to collect on his brow as a result of trying to think of a last minute excuse. One quickly sparked in his head, resulting in him giving her a very confident smile. "I promised to help him practice his lines for his auditions before he left. I'm surprised you didn't do the same."

Luan's suspicious expression changed on a dime, grasping the situation. She looked somewhat surprised, as well as worried. "Oh geez, I hope he's not freaking out over it. I should call in to check, I'll see yea later Lincoln."

The white-haired brother nodded back to his sister as she walked away, leaving Lincoln to freely run up the stairs and making a b-line straight for his room. He would've preferred his brother's help him with the gum, probably knowing a better way to removing it without being noticed by their sisters, but drastic times called for drastic measures. He was about to be scot-free, if not for his mother calling for him.

"Lincoln, honey! I need you to take out the trash!"

"Okay, Mom! Five minutes!"

"Not five minutes! Now!"

"I will! Just give me three minutes!"

Lincoln might've just made it if he kept this up, if not for his father speaking up. "Lincoln, listen to your mother!"

Lincoln let out an audible groan as he stormed his way back to the kitchen, putting half the effort into sneaking around as he stormed his way out of the house with the heavy bag of trash in tow and tossing it into the trashcan outside. As he was about to leave he quickly caught sight of Leni. He swiftly placed the can lid onto his head, covering the piece of gum as he stood nonchalantly by the can.

"Hey, Lincoln. Is my desk lamp in there? I can't find it anywhere."

"Nope. Have you tried looking on your desk?"

"So smart!" Leni would've left everything as it was and walked back inside, if not for the trash lid on Lincoln's head. This was enough to peak the fashionista's attention. "What's up with that hat?"

"Oh, this?" Lincoln had ran out of adrenaline moments ago, so it was no wonder he wasn't coming up with ideas as quickly as he should've. However, that didn't mean he was out of any. He quickly struck a pose, one similar to a model. "These are all the rage right now. I'm surprised you didn't know."

Lincoln didn't waste time waiting to see if Leni had believed him or not, he had gum to remove. As he left his newly inspired sister outside he quickly ran back to his room, keeping the trash can lid on his head until he reached his door, removing the metal piece. "Phew." As he took hold of the knob Lisa had caught him off guard, scaring him for a moment and keeping him in place.

"Greetings, human. There's Liquidambar Styraciflua in your follicular area."

Lincoln would have come up with a clever excuse if he hadn't been very confused by his sister's choice of vocabulary. "A what in my who now?"

"You've got gum in your hair."

Lisa's layman translation had brought Lincoln back to think of an excuse. "Oh, yes. I'm sure it's just-"

Sadly he wasn't fast enough. "I assume that being of average intelligence, you didn't place it there yourself. Therefore, I can only deduce that someone has been picking on you."

Lincoln's adrenaline had worn off a long while ago, so it came to no surprise he had resulted in groveling with his second youngest sister. "Lisa, please! You can't tell! I don't want everyone getting involved."

"Don't worry. I do not have enough room in my brain for this kind of tomfoolery."

With that the intelligent toddler walked away, leaving Lincoln to sigh in relief and enter his room. He was extremely glad he had successfully gotten past all his sisters with little to no repercussions. That didn't stop him from thinking what would've happened if one of his brothers had found the gum first. No doubt Vincent would've cut it off quickly while Nestor held a serious conversation before sending him off to talk with his bully. And no doubt keep their overly calm brother at bay from doing anything too rash.

The thought left Lincoln as he snipped the gum out of his hair, relief keeping a nice grip onto him. Right as he was about to dispose of it, Lynn had kicked down his door with all his sisters behind her.

"You're being picked on."

The first thought to cross Lincoln's mind was that he had jinxed himself, having just thanking his luck for making through it. It quickly left once he remembered the cause of this. "Lisa, I thought you weren't going to say anything."

"No. What I said was I did not have room in my brain for your secret. Hence, I removed it and transferred it to Lynn, whose brain apparently has ample room."

"Thanks." It took a moment for the athletic sister to realize the subtle insult. "Hey!"

"So, you are being picked on." Luna gave her youngest brother a glare, no doubt recalling her earlier suspicion now coming true.

"Of course not!"

Luan had joined her sister, calling out on her brother's lie. "Then what's that?"

"That's just my gum. Mmm...Watermelon lime." The attempt to trick his sisters any further had taken its toll on Lincoln, his face scrunching up from the aftertaste gum leaves when chewed for some time. As well as his strands of hair. "AND HAIR!"

As he spits the dreaded gum from his mouth his sisters burst into shouts, demanding they help their youngest brother with his bully.

"Guys! Guys! Please stay out of this! You'll only make it worse!"

"If by worse you mean better, I agree."

Lola joined Lori's statement, sharing her bit of advice a first-grader could give. "You should go straight to the school principal!"

"Forget that. You should literally text an embarrassing picture of him to all his friends."

Luan joined her oldest sister's approach, a threatening smile surfacing. "I'm gonna write an insult comedy routine that will leave him in tears!"

Lynn had a different approach. The athletic girl flipped out of the group and toward Lincoln. "HOO-WAH!" She had thought kicking him into the wall was the best approach. "Basic stealth ninja kick. That's how you're gonna take him down."

As Lincoln picked himself up with a groan he had decided to assist the situation, that being to update his earlier weather forecast. "Well, folks, the National Weather Service has just released a Category 1 Sisternado Watch. We advise boarding up your windows and preparing your emergency supplies."

Lynn had then taken Lincoln out of his thoughts, having suddenly grabbed him and rolled him out into the hall. She stooped just several feet away from his room and into a hold she had seen on the wrestling channel. "That's the camel clutch. Another good option for ya."

Once she had gotten off her brother, Lincoln tried once more to convince his sisters to not help him. "Look, I don't need any-"

Sadly it fell on deaf ears, what with Luan speaking up again. "We'll start with some basic dumb jokes. Like, 'you're so dumb you locked yourself inside your car.' That kind of thing."

"Ooh, I know! I'll invite him to a tea party and make him use the chipped cup!" Lola's expression had turned very sinister, holding onto her hands similar to a villain before calming down. "I'm so evil, sometimes I scare even me."

Lincoln tried to think of an excuse, or rather a nice way of telling Lola how that wasn't going to work, but gotten distracted by Lynn standing in a very odd stance. "What are you doing?"

Instantly she took ahold of his shirt and pulled it above his head, trapping him inside for a moment. "SURPRISE MIME ATTACK! I invented that one myself."

"Lynn, I'm not going to fight. I-"

"Ugh! Fine! I'll take care of this myself."

Before Lincoln could stop her Luna interrupted him, entering his personal space. "You should do this!" She quickly recoiled back and slammed Vincent's nice pair of symbols together, causing Lincoln to stagger and be disoriented. "His ears'll be ringing for days!"

"Ugly jokes are always good, too. Like, 'you're so ugly, you have to trick-or-treat over the phone!'"

"WHAT?!" For a moment Lincoln felt sympathy for one of his adopted brothers, recalling a moment he had gone deaf for a few hours.

The sisters had ceased their suggestions as Lynn returned with a chubby, ginger wearing a small gray hat. "Look! I found him!"

The girls quickly surrounded the boy, looking as if they were going to obliterate the boy. And by the looks of them all, they most likely would be.

"How dare you bully our brother! Only we get to do that."

Lana had a tight grip on Lincoln's wrist as she spat gum right into his hand "Smoosh your watermelon lime gum in his hair, Lincoln!" It didn't long for her to notice him hesitate, as any other normal person would. "Fine. I'll do it."

"Whoa, stop the nonsense!"

The girls all turned to see their adopted brothers run up the stairs, looking very worried and panicked. Vincent looked as if he had been crawling through bushes and dirt mounds the entire day, no doubt having just finished one of his 'leads'. His brother however still had his gloves on, no doubt having just gotten back from his audition and abandoning his bike outside.

"What's going on here?!" Nestor continued where he left off, looking very exasperated. "We leave for like an hour and we find Lynn dragging a kid in the house and you all circling around him like… like…"

"Like Vetalas*."

Before anyone could comment on Vincent's example, Lincoln spoke up, taking everyone's attention onto him instead. "Everyone, just calm down! This guy isn't my enemy! Although, thanks to you, he probably will be now." The boy had then growled at Lincoln, accompanied by a glare.

Almost instantly Lynn had kicked the boy out, now realizing her mistake. "Why are you still here?"

"Enemy?" Vincent questioned the word rather than the situation itself for a moment, leaving his brother to handle their sisters.

"Wait a second, Lincoln's got a bully?" Nestor peered over to the disgruntled girls, as well as the nervous Lincoln. The brunette's confused expression quickly left him as he looked over to their sisters. He held softness to his voice as he addressed the situation, knowing well why the girls were so angry. "Okay, I think you're all free to go."

"No way," Lynn had spoken up, no doubt still wanting to hunt for their brother's bully. "We're his siblings too, we gotta help him!"

"There's a difference between helping and meddling." Vincent's calm tone was much heavier. It might've held more weight if he wasn't still covered in dirt and leaves. However, it was enough for the girls to hold their tongues.

Nestor struggled for a moment, trying to think the best way to explain it to the girls before coming to a solution. "Look, we're all Lincoln's siblings, we can all help each other when we can. But sometimes, he needs certain siblings for certain things. If he needs help about his clothes, then Leni you're more than welcome to help. Homework, Lisa has full territory on it. But when it comes to something like a bully, then it's best for a boy to come to their brothers for help before his sisters if they have a reason too. So please, we got this covered."

The girls stayed silent for a moment, no doubt thinking over Nestor's little speech. Lincoln could hear his heartbeat grow louder as the seconds slugged by. He thought he'd go deaf before one of his sisters responded.

A sigh escaped the eldest sister. "I guess… you're right about that."

Lincoln's expression started to brighten as one by one the sisters caved in. They all gave their apologies before heading back to their rooms, leaving Lincoln with his two other brothers.

"Thanks, guys." He gave the two a thankful smile, receiving a ruffle of his hair from Vincent.

"No prob bro, so tell us 'bout the guy."

"Yea, maybe we can give some advice."

"Then I get to break his legs."

"No, you're not."

A small laugh escaped Lincoln as he saw the two argue with each for a moment. He remembered the exact same results of the two talking to him. Nestor had told him before he started school to come to them for any advice or help if he ever gotten bullied. Vincent had calmly agreed before cracking his knuckles softly as he offhandedly mentioned breaking their legs if need be before getting shot down by his brother.

"Actually guys," Lincoln brought their attention back to him once again, rubbing his neck a little awkwardly. "It's not a guy, per se."

The two gave him their own confused looks, Nestor's being much more expressive as he spoke up. "If not a guy then who's bullying you?"

"It's a girl..."

The two boys gave each other a look, entering their own silent debate as they stood back up to full height. Vincent had broken the silence, giving his brother an apologetic look. "Sorry bro, but we can't help you on this one."

Lincoln felt his world shatter as Vincent's words hit him hard, especially when Nestor shouted back to the girls. "Hey girls, you got this, we're out!" Almost instantly the girls had erupted from their rooms, peeking their heads from the door frame as Nestor gave them a simple explanation. "The bully's a girl."

The girls then burst from their rooms, all flabbergasted to hear the news, but then, they all squealed with delight. All except for Lisa.

Lincoln held onto a perplexed expression, trying to put the pieces together. "What?"

All the girls, except Lisa, pulled the other two boys into a big group hug with Lincoln in the center, nearly suffocating him.

"Normally, I don't care for inane human emotions, but..." Lisa then burst into squeals, just as delighted as her sisters and joined the hug.

Luna and Lola broke the silence, expressing their gladness. "Lincoln! Why didn't you tell us you had a girlfriend?"

"She sounds so pretty."

As Lincoln was suffocating he gave his two older brothers in the hug a pleading look, wheezing out a question. "What is happening?"

The two gave him an expression that had told him they were just as lost as they were as they had all released Lincoln from the large hug.

Thankfully Lori answered for the two clueless boys, very excited. "When a girl picks on you, that only ever means one thing: she likes you~."

The girls once again all squealed, leaving Lincoln dumbfounded and looking at his brothers for a better explanation. His heart sinking deeper as they both gave him a shrug, leaving him to their sisters.

Lincoln didn't believe any of this, he refused to! None of this was making sense to him! "That's ridiculous! She shoved a sandwich down my pants! I was picking sesame seeds out of my butt for days!"

The girls had then swooned over the 'flirty prank' as the two boys gave him a sympathetic look, as if they had experienced something similar before.

"So romantic..."

"That's a classic."

Lincoln stared at his sisters, having now given up on his brothers. "You guys are nuts! She hates me! I'm gonna meet her today and give her a piece of my mind!"

"You need to give her a piece of your heart instead."

Lincoln expression went south, becoming both confused and scared. "WHAT?!"

"I think he needs to kiss her."

Lily had then made kissy faces in agreement, surprising Lincoln oh so very much.

"WHAT?!"

That had been the spark. As the girls started to chant for Lincoln to kiss her he had slipped his way out of the center of their attention, softly away from forming a miniature tornado that quickly turned into the Sisternado. Lincoln quickly assess the situation once more, now running on adrenaline.

"This just in from the National Weather Service! The Sisternado watch has been upgraded to a Sisternado warning. TAKE COVER IMMEDIATELY!"

Lincoln acted quickly, trying his best to run from the natural disaster that was his sisters. After a second attempt, he had locked himself in the bathroom and huddled himself in the bathtub. His adrenaline slowly died down as he tried to think of something that would save him. His brothers were outside in the disaster, and they weren't a very great help now that they found out his bully was a girl. That only left him with Plan D.

Clyde.

Lincoln quickly pulled out his walkie-talkie, rapidly speaking into the device. "MAYDAY! MAYDAY! Clyde, do you copy?"

"Roger. I mean, this is Clyde, not Roger. But yeah. Roger, it's Clyde."

"My brothers couldn't help and my sisters have lost their minds! They think the bully likes me! They want me to kiss her!"

"I don't know. Maybe they're right, Lincoln."

"My sisters are never right! All they do is meddle."

"They're girls, Lincoln. They know more about these things than we do. It's a scientific fact."

"Yeah, but there's no way that-" Sudden realization started to break through the cracks of his panic demeanor. It would make sense as to why his brothers couldn't help him, and that his sisters would be overacting in such a way. "Wow. Me? You really think she might like me? How would I know?"

"There's only one way to find out."

With Clyde's supportive words Lincoln stepped out of the bathroom, facing the Sisternade "Hold it!" The odd tornado had then came, his sisters now looking towards him with his brothers standing behind them.

"So am I going to kiss this girl or what?"

Once again the girl's burst into shared sequels and excitement as the two boys behind them gave each other a confused look, both wondering the result of this.

They all then walked down the steps ahead of Lincoln, all having their own bits of advice and items to give to him to help him on his mission. "It's three-thirty." Lincoln looked over to his two brothers standing behind him, receiving a nonchalant shrug from Vincent and a thumbs up from Nestor. "Lola, lip balm. Lana, breathe mint." Both twins did their part, smearing the pink goo on his face and tossing him the peppermint candy into his mouth.

"Let's do this."

On that last note, Lincoln stepped down from stairs and past all his sisters, emitting confidence as he strutted down to the front door. As he walked past his sisters they each gave him one last bit of support.

"Go get her, Romeo."

"You so got this, little bro."

"Aw, our little Lincoln."

"All grown up."

"All the bridesmaids should wear these hats at Lincoln's wedding. These are all the rage right now."

With one last push of encouragement, the girls slammed the door behind Lincoln's confidence walk and crowded the living room window, leaving the two other brothers to peek through the other window beside the door.

"Aww..." The sisters all coed simultaneously as they saw their youngest brother kiss the girl, whilst the brothers questioned the situation consecutively. "Huh…"

Sadly, the bully responded to Lincoln's romantic gesture with a punch to his face.

"Ooh!" The girls winced in concern as the boys sounded oddly surprised. "Whoa!"

The sisters then quickly opened the door for their brother, all incredibly sympathetic. Lincoln, now with a black eye, walked past them all, incredibly furious at his sisters and no doubt his brothers.

"Sorry, buddy. Our bad."

"Well, at least, you gave it a shot."

"I'll get some ice for that shiner."

"X-ray machine, stat."

"I'm really sorry, Lincoln."

All the sisters' apologies didn't seem to affect him much, other than fuel his irritation. At the top of the stairs, he turned to face them all, shouting at the top of his lungs. "QUIET! Every time you guys butt into my life, you make things worse! Well, guess what? Never again! NO! MORE! MEDDLING!"

On that final note, Lincoln stormed back to his room and slammed the door in rage as his sisters stand there, feeling very guilty. They held onto their expressions as they turned to the other two brothers, standing at the door frame that leads to the dining room.

"Uh…" Nestor questioned the ten girls, feeling very uncomfortable with the stares and having now forgotten his previous speech.

Thankfully he was saved by his brother, having taken a hold of his brother's vest hoodie and pulling him up the stairs. "Now we can help him on this one."

The two quickly walked over to Lincoln's room, looking back into the hall to find all the sisters peering over the corner that lead to the stairs. Nestor motioned for them to leave as Vincent knocked on the door. Once Lincoln opened up the girls had disappeared into their rooms, leaving the two to be stared angrily by their youngest brother.

"Mind if we come in, bro?" Vincent calmly questioned him, his calming tone piercing through Lincoln's anger for a moment, just enough for him to sigh and leave the door open for them to come in.

The two followed suit, with Vincent sitting atop Lincoln's bed with him and Nestor to stand against the door in case the sisters busted their way in once again. This left Charles, the family dog, to nap atop Vincent's lap, ignoring the conversation entirely.

Vincent didn't need to say anything else as Lincoln started to rant. "I knew it all along! I should never have listened to them! They're always wrong! How come you guys didn't help me!? You two gotten them to back off and then thrown me back in!"

The two gave each other a quick glance as if determining who was to speak first. It was quickly resolved as Nestor spoke up, his look softening drastically.

"Lincoln, sometimes there's going to be moments when we can't help you. Girls are something you can't get help from us other than like experience advice and other stuff. Moments like this is when you have to go to your sisters."

Lincoln's frustration seemed to have died down for a moment, thinking over what Nestor had said. "But… why?"

"Simple. Because…" Vincent spoke up, coming to a halt however as he felt a chill run down his spine as if he had remembered something very freighting. The other two males in the room traded glances, hoping if the other knew what was going on. Thankfully the shiver only lasted for a moment, Vincent's calm demeanor now returning. "Girls are wired."

"Oh for sure," Nestor quickly agreed, nodding so fast it looked as if his head was going to fall off his neck.

Before Lincoln could question them any further they all heard a whistle coming from outside the window. It was enough to grab Lincoln's attention. He stood at the head of his bed to peer outside the window, leaving his brothers to wait for him.

"Huh?" As Lincoln peered through the bottom of the circular window a rock flew its way in through the other end. It had then hit Nestor, causing him to drop to the ground from the hit and the rock to bounce to where Lincoln was once sitting. Attached to it was a note.

Vincent took a hold of the note, reading it aloud to Lincoln as he climbed back down, leaving his other brother to pull himself off the ground and rub his forehead. "Sorry, Lame-O. Here's my number. Text me."

"Sorry, Lame-O?" Lincoln echoed the note as he took a hold of it and stared at the number, a confused smile now on his face as he climbed back up to look out the window. He fell back onto the bed as he took a hit from a flying steak with a note attached to it as well.

The two brothers stared at Lincoln as he picked himself up and read the note aloud. "For your eye. XOXO, Ronnie Anne." The two held a soft smile as Lincoln held his own hopeful one.

"Told you girls were wired." Vincent reminded Lincoln, the smile to remaining on his face as he held onto the stake.

"Yup, there's no way to completely understand them." Nestor chimed in, continuing to rub the sore the rock had created.

"Or understand their thought process."

"Or why Luna breaks into a British accent."

"Or why Luan tells bad jokes."

The two could've continued on their tangent, questioning more of their sisters' habits, if not for the sudden force of the door, causing Nestor to fall forward and land with a hard thud. The three peered over to find Luan and Luna glaring at the two, arms crossed.

"Uh… how may we help you?" Nestor awkwardly questioned the two, still lying on the ground due to worry rather than soreness.

Luna spoke up, her tone sharp as she addressed them. "We were checkin' up on you dudes, hopin' if you cheered up Lincoln. But-"

She was cut off by Luan, matching her sister's tone. "What was that about us? That's not very nice, or funny."

"Uh…" Nestor was left speechless, unable to think of a way to escape their possible doom.

However, it seemed Vincent had a plan to get them out of the situation.

He quickly picked up his light brother, shouting towards Lincoln. "Quick, out the window, sorry bro, gotta go!"

"Wait, no, don't-" Nestor's words were cut off as his brother threw him out the window, causing the circular window to spin madly as they heard something crash into branches. Quickly Vincent followed, jumping through the window himself and breaking the window in the process.

The two sisters looked in disbelief at the window for a moment before running out of Lincoln's room, both shouting about fixing the window and having to apologize to them and the rest of the girls.

As they left Lincoln's smile didn't falter, only softening as he placed the steak over his black eyes. "Okay, my brothers were right; sometimes I do have to trust my sisters. They might've been right this one time. But don't tell them that!"

Thank you again to those who had decided to stay and give this story a chance. As a reminder all the * are 'cyber cookies' my co-writer has placed in. I will pleasantly be surprised if anyone understood the Vetalas reference without needing the use of a search engine.

Hope to see you all still interested in the story in the next chapter.