Happy greetings to all of you, my dear readers. I want to apologize to you for the delay. As I had said, the first anniversary was close. So, I wanted to make an extra-large chapter. But I haven't thought that it will become that big. The name for this chapter says it pretty well. We get nearly a full week in the story and I have written it in a full week. And because of that, I'm exhausted. I will take a little break. That means that in the upcoming weekend will be no new chapter. But I promise that in the weekend after that it will continue.
I will talk more at the end of the chapter. For now, I hope you enjoy it.
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Chapter 38
A full week
Lincoln stands in front of his drawer and thought about what he should wear for the day. The first time in his life that he had really to thought about it, since his election of clothes isn't anymore just an orange shirt and blue jeans.
Meanwhile, outside his room, his sisters are fighting for space in front of the mirror to make themselves ready.
So, taking just one or two minutes more doesn't hurt.
After everyone was ready and sits in Vanzilla, they can make their way to school.
At the middle school, Lincoln and Lynn are jumping out of the car and are going to their friends.
As Lynn had told her brother, she was looking after him from time to time to be sure everything is fine with him.
Rusty, Liam, Zach, Girl Jordan, and Stella were surprised to see Lincoln in his goth attire. Clyde was used to that now. He was already wondering when he would come to the school like this.
"Whoa, Lincoln. What has happened to you?" Rusty asks, not believing what he is seeing.
"I had told you. Before we found out what was really going on with me, Lucy thought I was going to becoming a goth, like her. So we had bought some clothes for myself. I like to wear them from time to time."
"Lincoln, I have to say I'm surprised about it. It is quite unusual to see you completely in black. But when it makes you feel better, then it's fine by me," Girl Jordan says to him.
"Thanks."
"Besides, it doesn't even look that bad on you," added Stella.
"The only thing missing is that you dye your hair black," says Zach.
"I had them dyed black for a while. Maybe I do it again. The stuff I had brought was easy to wash out again."
The bell rings and all are going in to start school.
Lincoln and his friends are heading to the cafeteria for lunch.
Haiku was happy to see Lincoln again in black and also Tabby had said Lincoln that he totally rocked his outfit. That had given him a big goofy smile. Every time the girls are complimenting him he felt very happy about it.
In the cafeteria, they had crabbed their lunch and then sat down.
They talked about this and those, those and this. But after a while, someone is approaching them.
"Well, look who we have here. Still trying to impress your freaky emo sister, eh?"
Lincoln turns around. It was a well-known bully from his old school. It looks like he also has made the jump to the next class. Surprisingly, considering his participation in class.
"What do you want? So far it has been a good day. So, just buzz off, man," Lincoln says annoyed to him.
"So, you have still a big mouth, eh, Loud? Well, then you deserve the double of a beat down.
"H-hey. L-leave our f-friend alone!" stammers Rusty in fear.
"Oh, do you want some too, pipsqueak?"
"Touch my friends and I promise you, you will regret it!" threatened Lincoln the bully.
"Oh, I'm so scared. The white-haired freak had found his balls. Looks like I have to show you who is in charge here," the bully says while smacking his fist into his palm.
"Ahem," it came from behind the bully. "That would be me, pal!"
"What?" He turns around to see Lynn. "What do you want from me bitch!?"
Lynn got furious as she heard that but before she can make clear that he should indeed fear her, the guy goes down with a painful grunt.
Everyone in the cafeteria, including Lynn, was surprised.
With a strong kick in the side of the bully, Lincoln had knocked him out.
Unfortunately had a teacher entered the cafeteria right at this moment. So Lincoln and Lynn were sent to the principal.
"Mr. Loud. This is your second day in this facility and you already are in trouble. You can't just kick the other students or start any kind of fight with them," Principal Ramirez says to Lincoln, who was sent first in his office.
"I am sorry, Mr. Ramirez. I didn't want to do that. But it had just come over me as he had called my sister a bitch."
"I already know that you Louds have a strong bond. But this isn't an excuse to do something like that. I have thought you are better. What I know from you through your sisters you normally are a nice kid. I wouldn't even have thought of your sister Lynn that she would do something like that."
"Wait, wait, wait! Lynn has nothing to do with that. It was alone my fault. I have kicked him. She just was there. She had nothing done wrong," Lincoln says hastily to protect his sister for any trouble.
"I will decide about that 'after' I have heard her version of the story too."
"Please no. I know that she would take all the blame on her own to get me out of trouble."
"And who says you're not doing the same thing right now?"
That was a good point. To the teacher, it looked like it was both of them.
"In the cafeteria were enough other kids who can tell that it was only me who had attacked him."
"All right. But I still don't get it. Why does a nice young man like you send a student to the infirmary? It can't be just because he has insulted your sister. I mean, she could have defended herself and that even without hurting him."
Lincoln look down on the ground. He debated in his had if he should or should not tell him.
"Mr. Loud. Lincoln," Principal Ramirez says softly.
Lincoln sighs heavily and looks back at him. "I have some problems with myself. It is that I have... I, I have depression. It started at the beginning of the summer vacation. I go to a therapist but it isn't easy. Sometimes there is this enormous anger in me that wants to break out. Most of the time I manage to hold it back but in moments like these. It just overwhelms me and then I snap."
The older man looks at Lincoln without saying any word. It felt like hours and he wasn't sure if the man on the other side of the desk is trying to figure out if he is just lying or if he is just judging him right now.
Then, finally, he begins to speak again. "Does your family know about this?"
Lincoln was surprised but he nods. "I have told them everything. Even about my attempt to..."
Principal Ramirez holds his breath for a second. "You have... It is that bad?"
He nods again.
The principal of Lincoln's new school looks at a picture on his desk. "I'll still talk with your sister. As the principal of this school I have to know all the perspectives of such an event. I also will talk with her about what you have told me right now to be sure that you aren't lying. This is still no excuse to do what you want. So I hope there will be no next time. Understood?"
"Y-yes, Sir."
"Good. You can return to your class now."
Lincoln leaves the office and sends Lynn in. She confirms Lincoln's story of him having depression and that he was the one who had kicked him. She had pleaded the principal do not punish him for it since it was the first time.
He told her that he still has to hear the version from the bully before he can decide if someone gets punished. He also says to her that she should look out that this doesn't happen a second time.
After she leaves his office too, Principal Ramirez looks out of his window.
"Poor boy. So young and have already to deal with such a horrible thing." He looks up to the sky, "I hope he manages to overcome it. His family shouldn't have to go through this as we had."
Lincoln was on his way home as Lynn calls out for him. He slows down so that she can catch up to him.
"Finally. Linc, please speak to me. What was that in the cafeteria?" She asks him.
"You have seen what it was. Heck, nearly the whole school had seen it."
"You can't just kick someone like this, Linc."
"Oh but you can? How many guys have you hit just last year?"
"Only when they have tried to hit me first. I know how I can be but even I wouldn't punch someone first."
Lincoln stopped in his track. "They have tried to hit you?" he asks unbelieving.
Lynn sighs, "Yeah. Most guys can't handle it that a girl is better as them. But you know that I am capable of defending myself."
"I... I know. But at that moment I just have lost control. It had made me angry like nothing before that this asshole has called you a bitch."
Lynn was speechless for a moment. Her little, innocent brother just wanted to defend her honor. Old school, yeah. But also some kind of sweet from him.
"Thank you, Lincoln. It means a lot to me that you are standing up for me. But let me handle it next time, okay?"
"I hope I can. Lynn, I'm scared. What if I lost control again? I have sent him to the infirmary. I must have kicked him with all my strength without wanting it."
Lynn can hear his fear about himself in his voice. Without hesitating, she grabbed and hugs him. "I don't let this happen, okay? I promise you that I will do whatever it takes to stop this from happening again."
Lincoln was surprised by Lynn's reaction. She never showed her emotions in a way like this. Especially not in the public. But Lincoln hugs her too.
"I thank you, Lynn. I love you."
For some reason, Lynn felt absolutely happy. Like when she wins a game. Maybe even happier then there.
But soon she separated from her brother again. "Whoa, dude. No need to get fully emotional."
Lincoln chuckles about it. "What is? Too embarrassed to admit that you love your brother too?"
You wish, a voice in Lincoln's head says.
Lynn gives a sarcastic "Ha. You wish, little brother."
Lincoln smirks. "Maybe," he gives nonchalantly back.
Lynn didn't know what to answer to that and so both going home in silence.
A little while before dinner in the Loud house.
The parents had gotten a call from Principal Ramirez who had told them what had happened. So they called Lincoln down into the living room and send the girls into their rooms.
Nervously Lincoln sits on the couch and both of his parents stand in front of him.
"Do you know why we have called you, young man?" his father says sternly.
"Because of school, Sir?" he answers ashamed.
"That's right. Your principal has called us. You have hurt another student?" asks Rita not believing.
"I'm sorry. I had lost control. It was too much stress. He is a bully and wanted to pick on me. Then he also said something about Lucy that made me angrier. And as Lynn wanted to help me he had called her a bitch and there I lost it."
"That is..." Lynn Sr. begins. "Well, I find it good that you want to stand up for your sisters and that you don't let a bully pick on you. But you are better than that. There are other ways to handle those kinds of situations."
"I'm no better. I have lost control over my own body and have hurt someone. Bully or not. I am a threat to others!"
"What are you saying? You aren't a threat. Stop believing something like that," his mother says to him.
"I am! I am just a mon—I... I'm sorry, mom. It was all too much for me today."
"It is okay, dear. We are there for you," Rita says while kneeling down and embracing her son.
"Principal Ramirez had told us that it would have no consequences for you. This time," his father tells him.
"And what is with Lynn? She had nothing done wrong."
"We know. She also gets not punished. But from now on, she has to be at your side whenever she can at school. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good. Now go, dinner is ready in half an hour."
Lincoln climbs the first three steps as his father speaks again. "Lincoln, we still love you, my son. We always will, no matter what."
Lincoln turns his head and smiles at them. "The same goes for me, dad, mom."
The two adults smile back at him and then he continuous his walk up the stairs.
Lincoln knows that he has deserved the speak with his parents. What he has done was wrong. But he hasn't done it because he wanted to hurt this guy. It was because of his depression.
It wasn't easy for his parents. They have to be delicately with him because of it and at the same time still sternly when he does something wrong.
Like he was just a small, fragile egg.
He remembers the school project Mrs. Johnson has assigned him and Ronnie Anne in. They had to take care of an egg and he thought that she would be too reckless with it.
Yeah, she can be pretty rough and tough. But she also has a very caring side. That was one of the many reasons he had fallen in love with her.
But he still wasn't enough man for her. He let hang his head sadly.
"It isn't you, who is the problem here. It is her. For your sisters you are more than enough man," a voice says.
"Huh? What?" Lincoln looks around but no one was there. He stands right in the middle of the upper floor, alone.
"Hey, Linc," someone quietly calls out for him.
As he looks in the direction he sees Lynn sticking out her head of her room.
"Oh. Hey, Lynn."
"Have they... I mean, was the talk about what had happened in school today?" she asks quietly as she goes to him.
"Yeah," Lincoln answers her also quietly.
"And? Don't tell me you get grounded for it."
"No, since I have explained Mr. Ramirez about my condition he makes an excuse for me. This time."
"Man, what a relief. I was very surprised that you have told him about it."
"I didn't really want to. But I had no other choice."
"And what is with me? Have they said if I'll get punished?"
"Don't worry. Since you haven't done anything you don't get punished. But you have to be at my side in the pauses from now on."
"Well, when it is just that, I'm okay with it. And I am sorry."
"Sorry? For what?"
"I totally forgot the bullies from your old school."
"What do you mean?" he asks her confused.
She laughs nervously, "Well. I..." She sighs, "Before the summer vacation, I have threatened all the bullies that when they try to pick on you, I'll give them the beat down of their lives."
"You, what? Why?"
"Because I hate it when someone is picking on my siblings. And you aren't a fighter like me. Well, okay. It looks like you are. I have to say it was very impressive how easily you have sent him to the ground."
"But I didn't want it. It even wasn't because he was picking on me. Instead, it was because of what he had said to you."
"What? Do you want to be my shiny knight or so?" Lynn laughs.
Lincoln also laughs about it. "Yeah, and you're the damsel in distress."
Now Lynn is laughing out loud. "Sure, I'm the cute little princess who needs to be rescued. As if I would wear a dress."
Also, Lincoln's laugh starts to become louder. "Could you imagine yourself in one of Lola's pink dresses?"
"Not in a billion years will I wear something like that. Before that happens I'll be naked instead."
Lincoln stops to laugh. Lynn naked. That sounds interesting. He shook his head violently to get that thought out of his head again.
"W-well. I wouldn't say that it wouldn't look good on you. I mean some a bit more feminine clothes."
Now Lynn also stops. "W-what?"
"I don't mean a pink dress of course. More something modernly. You still are a girl and a really pretty one, if I can say that. Also when you wear your hair open it looks pretty amazing on you."
Lynn doesn't know what to say and just stared at him, which makes him nervous.
"I, I mean, I don't want to change you in any kind of way. I just wanted to say that you would look great with a different style too," he tells her with a nervously laugh while scratching the back of his head. "I know that you aren't for this and that's cool. I mean, think about it. Ronnie Anne is the same and I had it for her. So it is clear that I don't want you to change, okay?"
"Lincoln?" she said softly.
"Y-yeah?"
She gave him one of her typical punches on his shoulder. "You're such a doofus, you know that?"
He laughs slightly. "Yeah, but that's why you love me like that," he jokes. She just shacks her head with a smile. "Anyway, dinner is ready soon."
Lynn nods to him and then he goes to his room.
"Oh, and I have meant it what I have said to you on our way home. I love you, Lynn."
Before she could say anything he had disappeared behind his door.
She stood there for a minute before her brain starts to work again.
This Lincoln. He should be more careful with his words. Someone could think he just said that he is in love with me. With me, could you imagine this? Even if I wouldn't be his sister, I'm not his type. He has it more for girls like... like Ronnie Anne... Girls that are rough... and tough.
Her eyes become wide as dinner plates. Oh my god. I AM his type. No that can't be. He doesn't mean it this way, or does he? No, no, no. We are siblings. He can't... or is he using me as a replacement for her?
At the table, it was nearly as yesterday. Everyone was chatting with each other. Even Lincoln was more talkative again. But still, every time his and Lori's eyes made contact he looked quickly away.
Also, Lynn was unusually quiet. Her eyes were focused on the only boy at the table.
Does he look at me the same way he had looked at her? Does he sees me like this or still as his sister? Am I desirable for him? And why the freaking heck was I so happy as he had said that he loves me?
No one really noticed that she was staring at him. And Lincoln itself was to occupied with not looking at Lori. He was afraid his brain would do a trick to him and imagine her without her top and bra. He didn't want to give her a lustful look. He thought that was disrespectful to her.
"Lincoln?" Lori says.
That startles him. "Eh, y-yeah, Lori?"
"Can I have literally a talk with you after dinner in your room?"
"Eh, s-sure. Why do you want to talk?"
"It is something that literally should be between the two of us."
"O-okay."
After dinner, Lincoln had returned to his room and was waiting nervously for Lori.
What does she want to talk about? Has she noticed it? Have I looked at her like a pervert without noticing it? Oh god, please not. I couldn't bear it when one of my sisters is disgusted by me.
A knocking at his door took him out of his thoughts.
"Come in," he answers nervously.
Lori enters his room and closes the door behind her again.
"Hey, Linc. How do you feel?"
"I, I'm good. Thanks. A-and you?"
"Me too. I have literally noticed that you have avoided me at the table."
"Oh."
"Is it because of the little 'incident' between us? Or is there literally more?"
"W-what do you mean?" he asks nervously.
Lori sighs and sits on the edge of his bed. "Lincoln. It is my turn to make the laundry."
Lincoln didn't really get it what she is saying with this.
She sighs again. "I literally had seen what 'happened' to your underwear. And I'm old enough to know what that means."
In a single second, he becomes as red as a tomato. "I, I, I, I ca-can ex-explain that," it burst out of him.
"Lincoln, relax. I can understand that. Stuff like this literally happens in your age."
"Oh god. That is so embarrassing," he says while trying to hide under his pillow.
She gently caresses his back. "I know how you feel. This is a bit awkward for me too. I mean it is literally the first time that I have seen the 'traces' on your underwear instead of our sisters."
He looks out from under his pillow, "What?"
"Yeah, we girls can also literally make a mess on our undies. When we start to bloom."
Slowly he comes out under his useless cover. "You can? I didn't know that."
"There is a lot you don't know. What I literally want to say is that it is normal to have wet dreams."
With the way she said it it sounded more like she was asking if it really was a wet dream he had. Was she curious?
"I don't believe that it is so normal."
"You can tell me. This will stay between the two of us. No one will know, I promise."
"I, I can't."
"Than I say it. You literally had a wet dream about me, right? And now you feel ashamed about it."
"Of course I feel ashamed! I shouldn't fantasies about you! You're my sister," he says slightly angry. Not because of her but because of himself.
Lori was surprised. So he really had dreamed about me. Her heartbeat starts to get faster.
"Lincoln. You are right. We are siblings. This shouldn't be happening. But it isn't that surprising. You literally have seen me nearly complete naked. Your subconscious literally used me to release the tension that this view had building up deep within you. It wasn't you who had, well, take things in your own hand." Seconds after she had spoken her words out she smacked her hand at her forehead. "Oh god, that sounded like one of Luan's dirty jokes."
"A-aren't you disgusted that I had a wet dream about you?"
"No, of course not. How could I? You're literally my beloved, little brother. I would never be disgusted by you. I'll literally just take it as a compliment that your subconscious had chosen me for your first wet dream. It was your first, or was it?"
"It, it was my first." Lincoln still was red but it wasn't as much as before.
"I can understand that this still is embarrassing for you. But please, don't avoid me because of it. It hurts me when you do that."
"I... I didn't know. I don't want to hurt you, Lori. I am so sorry. I just... I felt so dirty to use you for my own desire. You are more than just a pair of breasts."
"Lincoln. It is okay. I know that you aren't like this. You literally are a man who treads a woman right, respects her, and loves her from the deepest of your heart. Every woman would be literally happy to call you her man." Lori really emphasized the word man.
All except for Ronnie. No, she is past. I have to look forward. I have Lucy, Lola, and Lana. And maybe... "You're a woman," he says softly.
Lori was surprised. "Well, yeah. You literally know that now for sure," she nervously laughed. "Maybe, if we weren't siblings and I hadn't my Boo Boo Bear." What am I saying there?
"Thanks, Lori. After all that with Ronnie Anne, I thought I am not enough. That I'm not a man and will never be one. But thanks to your words I feel better. When a beautiful woman like you think about me like that, then there is still hope for me finding the right one."
"Lincoln. You definitively are enough man. And that already with twelve years, what literally is quite impressive." Lori hugs her little brother.
As he comes close to her bosom he becomes a bit excited again.
"So, from now on just talk with me about it, okay?" Lori says to him. "And next time try to hide your little 'accident' a bit better. Who knows what our other sisters would say to it," Lori says to Lincoln with a small laugh.
He laughs nervously back, "All right, Lori. And thanks again."
She leaves his room. He sits alone on his bed. "What a day," he says as he let himself fall backward.
The next school day was pretty normal and quiet. Except for the whispering between some of the students when they saw Lincoln.
He just thought, let them be. When their lives are so boring that they have to talk about someone else, I can just pity them.
But it wasn't the only difference today. As he wanted to go home with Lynn, Stella and Girl Jordan comes in the school building again.
"Oh good, Lincoln. I think you shouldn't go that way," Girl Jordan says.
"Huh? Why not?" he asks confused
"Out there is a strange looking guy. And it looks like he is looking for someone," Stella explains to him.
Lincoln got worried. Had Damien found out where he goes to school? Is he still in town?
"Just let me handle this. If it is truly that psychopath I will make him suffer for what he had done with Lincoln!" Lynn says furiously.
"WAIT! You can't go to him. What if he has a knife with him again? I don't want him to hurt you too. Stella, Girl Jordan. Are you two sure that it is him?"
"Well, the guy looks suspicious as heck to me. But if it is really your attacker I don't know."
"You have to be suspicious with hair like this."
"Hair like this? What do you mean, Jordan?"
"Huh? I haven't said anything," says a boy who was passing by.
"I haven't talked to you, Boy Jordan. I had spoken with Girl Jordan," says Lincoln annoyed.
"Than say that." The boy continued his way.
"What I mean is," Girl Jordan starts. "His hair is so showy like yours. It is hart to not noticing him."
"Wait a minute. Is his hair red?"
"Yeah, it is. So it is him?"
Lincoln let out a sigh of relief. Lynn, on the other hand, was not so pleased with that.
"No. That is Isaac. The guy who rescued me. Come I can introduce you."
The four children go through the door as the rest of Lincoln's friends come to him.
"Linc, man. You have to run. That guy, he found you," Rusty says in his high pitch, squeaky voice.
"Relax, guys. That is not him. Its Isaac," he explains again.
And indeed. It was him. He was on the other side of the street, leaning against his car.
"Hey, Isaac. What are you doing here?" Lincoln greeted him.
"Sup, little fella. Whoa, you have a little fan club?" Isaac jokes.
Lincoln laughs. Lynn just rolls her eyes.
"No. These are my friends." Lincoln introduce them all. Especially Clyde, of course.
"Ah, that is the famous Clyde I had heard from. Nice to meet ya, buddy."
"Eh, same. Thanks for saving my best friend's life."
"Isn't that it was his fault in the first place that this psycho had known Lincoln," Lynn mumble quietly.
"Lynn."
"No, she is right. It was my fault. But we can't change it. The damage is made. I wanted to look if everything is still okay. The police haven't found him but no one else had seen nor heard something from him," Isaac explains.
"Maybe he has left the town. You... you aren't hunting him, or do you?"
"What? Are you nuts? This guy is dangerous. I am sorry for what happened. But I'm not crazy and hunt him down. We have the police for that."
"Then why were you so busy the last days?"
"Hm, it isn't finished yet. But I think I can show you. Hop in and I drive us to the cafe."
"Sorry, but that ain't gonna happen," Lynn interrupts. "We have homework to do."
"Lynn, please. I can speak for myself. But she is right, Isaac. First, I have to make my homework."
"Aight. Then you can come to it after you're finished. Do you want me to drive you home? Or has Miss sour loser also something against that?"
Lincoln's friends look surprised. "Miss sour loser?"
"Don't listen to that guy. He is bad, he cheats and lies," Lynn says angrily.
Before Lincoln could say that she shouldn't overreact so much, she dragged him to their way home. Isaac just chuckles about it and says bye to Lincoln's friends.
"What was that?" Lincoln asks his sporty sister.
"What was what?" she asks back like she didn't know what he means, but she knows pretty well.
"The thing with Isaac. I know you don't like him but call him bad and a cheater? Because of this attitude, this all had happened."
Lynn stops in her tracks. Lincoln turns around to her but couldn't really see her face since she looked down on her feet. He wasn't sure if he had made her sorry or angry but he was worried none the less.
He steps to her and takes her in an embrace.
She was surprised and wanted to push him away. Not because she was ashamed that someone might see them like this, but because she wasn't sure what his true feelings were for her.
At the same time, she also wanted to hug him. So she let him do it but did nothing herself.
"I am sorry for making you remember this horrible moment again," Lincoln began. "I understand that you are just worried about me. After you had nearly lost me once you just want to protect me. But because of that, you can't see everyone as a threat." He ends his hug but holds her at her shoulders and looks deep in her eyes.
He didn't notice it but Lynn was admiring his clear blue eyes.
"Lincoln, I... I can't. This psycho had tried to kill you. What if this Isaac is no different? What do you really know about him? Just answer me this question. How many friends has he? I mean real friends and not just the people from his little club."
Lincoln thought about it. And of course, he had no idea. Did he have real friends besides Lincoln?
"See? That is what I mean. Why is he wanting to become friends with you? He isn't the type for it. He is a lonesome wolf. Who can assure you that he isn't up to something too?"
Lynn's fears were not without foundation. But for some reason, Lincoln knows that there is nothing to worry about.
"Lynn. I can understand you. Would it be one of you, I probably wouldn't act any different than you. I tell you something. As he had come to me that first time he told me that, for a reason he didn't know, he had this feeling that I will do something very important. First I didn't believe him. But now I understand it a bit. I also have this feeling that I can trust him. I don't know why but something tells me that he is no threat to me or my family. I'm not asking you for trusting him. What I'm asking you is that you trust me. And not the me that has depression and think that he is worth- and useless. But the me that believes in you."
She looks at him was a raised eyebrow. "Is this one of those anime things again?"
"Maybe. But I mean it. Please trust me. I know what I do."
She sighs, "All right, little brother. You're a big, fat dork. But I trust you. And now let us go home, all right?"
He smiles at her and nods.
After Lincoln had made his homework he had asked Lucy if she wants to come with him to the cafe.
She wasn't there since the attack so she said yes.
As they arrived there, they saw Isaac coming out of an alley.
"Hey, little fella. Ah, I already thought that you will bring your sister with you. Sup, little one."
"Greetings, Isaac," she says in her typical monotone and emotionless voice.
"Whoa. A normal greeting from you? I'm positively surprised."
"I still do not trust you fully. But you have saved my brother. And for that I am grateful."
"Of course I saved him. He is my friend after all. Oh, by the way, Lincoln. I have heard you have sent a bully to the infirmary?"
Lincoln let his head hang. "Please don't remind me of that. I didn't want to. He had called Lynn a..." he waves Isaac to him to whisper it into his ear. He didn't want Lucy to hear that word.
"I understand. You got pi—very angry because of that and then your body had moved on his own, right?"
Lincoln nods. "I'm not like that. I never had a fight with someone nor send him to the infirmary."
"I would say it is because you're bottling up your anger too much. You need a way to let it out. Without hurting anyone of course."
"Maybe you're right. By the way. What have you done in that alley?" Lincoln asks curios.
"I just have taken a smoke. It's my break after all."
Lucy looked at him. If her bangs weren't in the way, he could see that she had a judging look at him. "You smoke? Did you have not to be twenty-one to buy cigarettes?"
"That's the reason why I was in the alley. It is easy to get them but less easy to smoke in peace. Anyway, let us go in, I will show you something really cool. Oh, your friend is also here."
"You mean Haiku?" Lincoln asks.
"Fancy nickname. Well, I guess it suits her kind."
"It is her real name," Lucy says.
"For real?"
"Yes. And she is very proud of it."
"Whatever. Come in."
Together they enter the cafe. The bell rings and gives everyone in it the signal of the arrival of new guests.
"Ah, it is nice to see you again, young man. I am glad that you are fine again," the owner of the cafe greets him.
"Oh, eh, thank you, Sir," Lincoln says surprised about it.
"Isaac had told me what had happened."
"I had to explain why I had run out in my shift, after all," Isaac explains.
"Ah, I understand. Well, again, thank you. I'm glad too that it wasn't that bad. Thanks to Isaac."
"Lincoln, Lucy. It is nice to see you here again," Haiku greets them both.
"Hello, Haiku. I am sorry that I had not come more often here in the last days," Lucy greets her back.
"It is understandable with what had happened. So I assume your friend here wants to show you the—"
Isaac interrupts her, "Be quiet. Don't ruin the surprise. I want to show it."
She looks a bit annoyed at him but then smiles. "I have to say. I am surprised to see you that eager about something that has nothing to do with yourself."
Lincoln and Lucy are looking puzzled at her.
"Come, I show you," Isaac says and together they go to the back end of the cafe. There was a big double door that wasn't there before. The wall around it looked a bit strange. "This," he says as he opened the door.
Behind it was another big room. In the room were tables, chairs, and tools that show that there was worked before. There was also a big stage.
"What is this place?" Lincoln asks awestruck.
"It looks like this building used to be a hiding place for smugglers or something. The door was hidden behind a fake wall. I accidentally had found it just two days after you were attacked. And since it belongs to the rest of this building too the owner can use it however he wants."
"That is cool. A hidden room right here and no one of us had noticed it."
"I had the idea of making a stage and giving shows at the weekend here. You know, live-bands or so."
"And while listening to it you can have a nice warm cup of coffee," Haiku adds.
"That is a nice idea. Maybe you also can hold some goth mic nights too," Lucy says.
"I doubt that he will let us have it. He clearly is not for the fine art of the spoken word," Haiku says.
"Hm, why not? Every Friday there can be a goth mic night and Saturday a band can perform here," Isaac thought out loud.
Haiku was surprised that he had given to Lucy's idea so easily.
"Hey, maybe Luna can play here with her friends," Lincoln says excitedly.
"That would be sick. She is awesome. But don't forget that the audience here is very special in their taste."
"Oh, do not worry. Luna is also capable to play tunes of our liking," Lucy assure him.
"Neeto. But we have already three bands for the first night. But you can ask her if she wants to play here on some other days. I go to the owner to talk with him about the mic night idea."
And with that Isaac goes to talk to him.
The rest of the week was more peaceful. The only noteworthy event was as the bully had come to Lincoln again.
"What do you want this time? Come too close to my brother and I'm the one who will send you to infirmary next!" Lynn threatened the bully.
"I'm here to say that I'm sorry. DO YOU HEAR? I AM SORRY," the bully says loud so everyone can hear him, but in such a strange way that Lincoln raises his eyebrow.
"I can hear you loud and clear. No need to scream," Lincoln says to him.
"Okay. So everything is fine again between us? No hard feelings?"
Lincoln took a few seconds. It was still strange. "Yeah. As long as you let me be, we're fine."
"THAT IS GREAT I AM SO GLAD THAT YOU FORGIVE ME," he shouted again like he wanted someone else to hear that.
"Eh, yeah. Whatever. Can we eat now in pea—"
Before Lincoln can end his sentence the bully walks fast away from them. Lincoln looked at Lynn. Maybe she had something to do with it but she just shrugged.
For the rest of the week, he hadn't come close to Lincoln again.
"Isn't that cool? Now you can perform in the cafe every Friday night. You can show them all what a great poet you are," says Lincoln excited to his sister.
Both were on their way to the cafe. He has dressed his finest, black clothes to fit the occasion.
"I share your excitement for this evening. But I believe there are others way better than me," the young ravenette says.
"Are you joking? My girlfriend is one of the best and will become one of the greatest ever. Your name will stand aside Poe and all the others."
Lucy becomes extremely red because of the praises her brother slash boyfriend gives her. "Thank you, my love. You do not know how much this means to me."
They finally arrive at the cafe. Haiku already had waited for them outside.
"Greetings to you two. I hope you are ready for tonight, my dear friend?" Haiku asks Lucy.
"Greetings to you too, Haiku. I am, but I am also still a bit nervous," the smaller goth says.
"Every artist is nervous when he performs in front of others. And how are you doing, Lincoln?"
"I'm—I am very excited to see Lucy perform and show how delightful her poems are," he says while trying to sound more like Lucy instead of his typical happy self.
"Not bad. It still lacks in being real emotionless. But we can help you with that. If you really want to sound like us. But for now, let us go in."
All three entering the cafe and were greeted by a female waiter.
In the room where the mic night will be performed were already some people, talking and drinking presumably coffee or tea.
"Hey there, you three," Isaac greets them. "Come I bring you to a free table."
"Hey, Isaac. Thank you," Lincoln says.
"What happened to you? You are suddenly so nice and friendly," Haiku says nearly not believing, that it was him in front of them.
"I just hope you will give me a nice tip, that's all," he answers nonchalantly as always.
"You are still working here? I thought it was just for the summer vacation," Lucy asks him.
"Don't be too surprised but I kinda like it here. And the payment isn't that bad either."
"How do you manage it to work here and still going to school?" Lincoln asks curios.
"That's, again, one of my many secrets. Anyway, do you want anything to drink?"
Like always are all three ordering tea.
After ten to fifteen minutes the owner of the cafe walks up the stage.
"I warmly welcome you all to our first goth mic night. I know there are other places where you also can have something like that and that with more professionalism. So I thank you all for coming here to us."
"The other places haven't this warm and nice atmosphere!" one of the guests says loudly.
"Also, this place has the best coffee in the whole town!" another one added what makes the owner smile warmly.
"I thank you for your kind words. Especially about our coffee. I am very proud of it."
Isaac, who had brought Lincoln and his companions their tea laughs slightly. "Oh yeah. He really is proud of his coffee. Never ask him about it or he will talk for hours about it."
After the owner had finished his speech he called the first one on stage to perform.
One after another comes up and recite their poems. Between the different people had Isaac come up to introduce the next one on the list of those who had themselves signed up for the mic night.
"All right. Another great applause for Haiku," Isaac says into the microphone. "We have only two left. The next one is the little sister of my best friend. Show us what you got, Lucy Loud."
Nervously she gets up to the stage. It was strange. Yeah, she gets nervous when she has to perform in front of others. But this time it was different. Maybe because one of the persons down there is her beloved boyfriend.
She takes two deep breathes and clears her throat to make herself ready and then begins.
"I was born into darkness,
I have lived in the darkness,
I have never known it differently,
there was always darkness around me,
but then, a bright light had shown itself in my dark world,
it was far, far away from me,
but it had pierced through the darkness with ease,
I was afraid of the light,
it was new to me,
I was not used to it,
but the light was persistent,
it had engulfed me,
and for the first time in my life,
there was something,
something that gave me feelings,
feelings I did not know I had,
I was born into darkness,
but now I live in the light."
Lucy bows down and all where applauding. Especially Lincoln since he understands what she was referring to it.
As Isaac goes on the stage again he also was applauding. He hadn't applauded for the others.
"Wow, that was something, eh? Good. It is time to end this. The last one for today's mic night might be a big surprise to all of you. It's me, your favorite worker in this cafe. But don't worry, it is a once in a lifetime thing."
All were truly surprised. He, reciting a poem? Can he even come up with a good one?
"Little guy,
I see you every day,
you are nice to everyone,
you are polite, honest and kind,
you do everything they tell you,
you give everything to make everyone happy,
when I see you with your friends, you behave as friendly as ever,
but they do not pay you back with kindness,
when you go through the streets, you make room for the others,
but they push you roughly aside without apologizing,
little guy,
why are you still so friendly and polite?
how can you stay so calm?
little guy,
I saw you in the night,
you are nice to everyone,"
Isaac's eyes were closed all the time, as he speaks. But then he opens his eyes. They were aimed at Lincoln. And he moved his right hand to his left arm.
"Except,"
He mimicked a movement like he is cutting his arm with a razor blade.
"Your,"
He moved his hand again, just a bit lower on his arm.
"Self,"
And again. This time just a few inches above his wrist.
He still stands there with a serious expression on his face. Not saying anything. Lincoln gulps about it.
Then he switched back to his normal demeanor.
It has taken its time till the first one starts to clap. They all were still surprised that he can come up with something like that.
Isaac bows down. "Thank you. I hope you all had enjoyed the first goth mic night in The Black Coffee. And don't forget. Tomorrow we have a live-band here. Have a good night and get home safe."
"I am surprised, Isaac. That was not that bad as I had thought in the first place," says Haiku as he comes to them.
"Yes. It had come very unexpectedly from you but still enjoyable. And your movement at the end had given it a strong impact," tells Lucy him.
"I thank you two. And what do you think, Lincoln?" Isaac asks the white-haired boy.
"It was definitively something. I got goosebumps everywhere. What was your inspiration?"
"Eh, maybe you can guess it already. Anyway. When you will wait, I can drive you all home after we close the cafe."
"Thank you for your kind offer. But I would love to enjoy the beautiful night out there," Haiku says.
"Well, when she wants to walk in the night I should go with her to make clear that she comes home safely," Lincoln explains.
"My, my, my. What a gentleman. All right. But be careful. We still don't know if he is in town or not," Isaac says to him.
"Don't worry. Should I see something suspicious I'll call you."
"All righty then. Have fun and don't overdo it with the ladies," Isaac winks.
Lincoln got red and laughed slightly nervous.
As Lincoln had said, he had brought Haiku home.
"I thank you two for accompanying me home, even it was not really necessary," Haiku says.
"Nah, it is no big of a deal. Also, a lady shouldn't be traveling alone so late," Lincoln gave back.
"Well. Isaac was right with it. You are a true gentleman. I have appreciated it." She gives Lincoln a slight kiss on his cheek. "I wish you a good night. And to you too, my dear friend."
"Good night, Haiku. I assume we will see you tomorrow," Lucy says as her goodbye.
Haiku nods and then goes into her house.
First, it was quiet between them on their way home.
"Not bad, my dark brother. If you keep going, maybe Haiku will fall for you too," Lucy says out of nowhere.
"Lucy, please. Don't you think I have already enough girlfriends? Also, I don't think she would find it so good that I am in a relationship with my own sisters," Lincoln tells her.
"I do not know. It still is just a construction build by humanity itself. Maybe she thinks also like me and has no problem with it."
"Maybe. But then she also shouldn't have a problem with sharing her boyfriend with four others."
"Sigh. You have a point. But just know that I have no problem with it should Haiku become also your girlfriend. I think you two fit perfectly."
"At least with her, it would be a more 'normal' relationship."
The next evening was Lincoln with Lucy and Haiku again in The Black Coffee.
He had also asked Luna if she would come, but she already had plans for Sam and the others.
"Who do you think will play tonight?" Lincoln asks Lucy.
"I do not know. I am have not so a bright knowledge about music and bands like Luna. And even she had not known of a band from Royal Woods who is performing tonight.," she answers him.
"Do you have an idea, Haiku?"
"I also have no idea. But we will soon find out," she states as a matter of fact.
"Also, where is Isaac? I have not seen him so far. Is he not working tonight?"
"Well, look who we have here," a female voice says. "Mister left us without saying goodbye."
"Huh?" Lincoln turns to see who's talking to him. When he sees the girl with the two-tone bob cut he is obviously surprised. "Ellie," he says happily.
"Who?" says Lucy and Haiku in unison.
"What are you doing here?" Lincoln asks her as he stands up to greet her properly.
"Long time no see, Lincoln," a guy says, who was directly behind Ellie.
And another one was also there with them and greets Lincoln just with a hand gesture.
"Whoa, hey guys. Did I have missed something?" Lincoln asks dumbfounded about it that three people of Isaac's old group were there.
"Hadn't Isaac told you? We're playing here tonight," Ellie explains.
"Really? That's cool. I didn't know that you can play an instrument."
"Well, you never had asked," she says and sticking out her tongue.
Haiku and Lucy were taken by surprise first. But soon they are looking the girl, which Lincoln was happy to see, up and down. To their taste, she was a bit too showing with her clothing style.
Haiku cleared her throat to remind Lincoln that they were still there.
"Oh, right," he laughs nervously. "Guys. That is my little sister Lucy and her best friend Haiku. Haiku, Lucy. These are some of Isaac's old group, which I was a part of for a while."
All shared their greetings with each other.
"Man. I already was wondering what you all were doing after Isaac had disbanded the group."
"Isaac really hadn't told you anything."
"What do you mean?"
"The group is back, man. We are partying again in the woods. Well, when we aren't playing here, of course," one of the guys tells Lincoln.
"Really? That is great. But why had he disbanded it in the first place?"
"If you really want to know, it was because of Damien," Isaac says as he comes up to the group.
"Okay, now you really have to explain it to me, Isaac. There were enough secrets for my taste," Lincoln says slightly annoyed but also very curious.
"You are right. But first, let us take a seat." All are seating down at two tables. "Okay. After you had told me that you had bumped into Damien I got suspicious. He had told me before that he was somewhere else. He had lied to me. And that two times. So I thought it would be best to let you stay away from him. I also have disbanded the group so no one will come near him again. I hadn't said it because I wanted to be absolutely sure if he was up to something or not."
"And he was," Ellie says angrily. Her fist trembling as she speaks. "Lincoln. I am sorry for what he has done to you. I hope he will pay for it."
"He will. The police are still on the search for him," Isaac explains. He let out a sigh that rivals those from Lucy. "Can you make everything ready? We should start in ten minutes."
"Of course you let us make all the work. Well, okay. It was nice to see you again, Linky. I hope you will cheer for me," Ellie says with a seductive wink.
"Sure, will do," Lincoln says with a goofy grin on his face.
"Wait, are you playing tonight too, Isaac?" Lucy asks him.
"Yep. Ellie and I had played together before but just for fun. This is the first time we play together as a real band."
"Well, you are full of surprises," Haiku says.
"Hey, Lincoln? Can you do me a favor?"
"Huh?" Lincoln got pulled out of his thoughts while he had looked after Ellie. "Sure, what is it?"
"I haven't told Ellie about our theory about Benny yet. So please don't say anything about that when she is near. Okay? The last I want is that she is going after Damien."
"Oh. Yeah, I understand. I wouldn't want that to happen either."
"Thanks, dude. Well, we speak after the show."
With those words, Isaac stands up and goes to his band to help them.
"Who is Benny?" asks Lucy curios.
Lincoln wasn't sure if he should tell her about that. But he decided to tell them at least a bit.
"How terrible. This Damien truly is a dangerous person," Haiku says after Lincoln had finished telling them about Benny.
"Yeah, he is. But we still have no proof that he is responsible for him. But enough bad thoughts. Let us enjoy the music tonight."
Both girls are nodding and they turn their attention to the stage.
They still are preparing their instruments but soon they were ready.
"All right, everyone. Tonight, in the first time of the history of The Black Coffee. The band night is open," Isaac announced. "We will be the first band for tonight. We are the Sinners of Saints. We hope you all will enjoy our performance."
After that, they begin to play. Isaac was the lead singer and also plays the bass and Ellie was on the guitar.
Something tells me I'm not here.
Something tells me she's not near.
Something tells me I'm not home.
Crippled down to the bone.
Something grabs me by my hand.
Something tells me don't look back.
Something's moving round my bed.
Am I alive or am I dead?
Just sleep.
Never walk.
I'm here with my thoughts.
Just sleep.
Never talk.
I'm here with your thoughts.
Something whispers in my ear.
Something terrible my dear.
Something tells me I'm alone even though my mother
crows.
Something shivers down my neck.
Something kisses me so sad.
Something is moving round my bed.
Am I alive or am I dead?
Just sleep.
Never walk.
I'm here with your thoughts.
Just sleep.
Never talk.
I'm here with my thoughts.
Just sleep.
Just sleep.
Just sleep.
Just sleep.
Just sleep.
Lincoln was surprised to see him playing so good. He already knows that he wasn't a bad singer. But playing bass so good? He could compete Luna with that.
He applauds them like the rest of the guests of the cafe.
Then the next song begins. This time it was more rocking than the song before.
All the same.
I chased the Cheshire looked for all the same relief.
And further more.
I dug in further more than you can bury deep, it's so.
Sad to see.
So glad you found your own way out.
Arraign your head with crowns invisible, high.
Remember why you're here, is to inspire.
For what it's worth.
It's hollow pantomiming what's it worth to you.
To be sure.
Lick the needle to be sure you're truly through, it's so.
Sad to see.
So glad you found your own way out.
Arraign your head with crowns invisible, high.
Remember why you're here, is to conspire.
Apart from all of these still waves.
The fissures open to align.
Have some water, friend, you're looking pale.
This wasn't part of the design.
Beware the storm, avoid the frozen rain.
Ash the passing dusty collar.
Inserting spikes for their embrace.
Forgetting why you're here, is to inspire.
Bleeding, it's how they found us,
so responsive, draining out across the floor.
Seeping through the chasm,
frail and wanting, needing nothing less than more.
Curtain, vague illusions from the sideshow to dispel the fantasy.
Bleeding, ever bleeding, always bleeding 'till the vein runs dry.
Here, take this nail and push it inside in fuckin' hatter.
You'll feel so much better as this nerve dies.
In true Alice fashion.
Drive out the centering.
Again, all were clapping.
Lucy was astonished by how much Isaac had put in the song. Especially at the end. She thought that those are some interesting lyrics.
She swims across her sea of casualties.
I crawl across her fields so frantically.
Until her fire consumes my numbing heart.
Until the choir serenades me through the dark.
Never feel and never love.
Never love and never fear.
Forever torn, now I know I'll never feel.
She sways across her winds of majesty.
I wait along her cherub balcony.
Until her fire consumes my numbing heart.
Until the choir serenades me through the dark.
Never feel and never love.
Never love and never fear.
Forever torn, now I know I'll never feel.
Never feel and never love.
Never feel and never love.
Forever torn, now I know I'll never feel.
Until her fire consumes my numbing heart.
Until the choir serenades me through the dark, the dark.
Never feel and never love.
Never love and never fear.
Forever torn, now I know I'll never feel.
Never feel and never love.
Never feel and never love.
Forever torn, now I know I'll never feel.
Lincoln was still awestruck about Isaac's skills with the bass. But Ellie always found her way into Lincoln's field of view.
Back then he had already that feeling that she has a specific aura. But now he understood it. It was a very sexy and seductive aura.
He gulped whenever she gave him a wink. It looked like she wanted that Lincoln give his attention only to her.
Lucy, on the other hand, noticed something interesting. Since she is more for the lyrics as the music itself, she had seen something in it. Isaac was giving more emphasizes on specific parts of the songs it looks like he was telling a story. But whose story?
Quicksand is right before me.
Quicksand is hiding out like a mural in the darkest night I immerse my own light.
Quicksand is rising quickly.
Quicksand is reaching out like a plague that's falling from the sky. My condition's baptized.
Final.
Is this final?
Are we finally damned?
Am I finally dead?
Final.
Is this final?
Are we finally damned?
Am I finally dead?
Quicksand is whispering to me.
Quicksand is hiding out like a burial in the dead of night I confess to my lies.
Quicksand is rising quickly.
Quicksand is reaching out with the hands of God I'm held inside. My emotions enshrined.
Final.
Is this final?
Are we finally damned?
Am I finally dead?
Final.
Is this final?
Are we finally damned?
Am I finally dead?
Rise up, the time has come to test me. We're getting close and now I've gotta break free. Lights out and I could sleep the night away.
Quicksand is right before me.
It drags you down but I won't let it take me. The time is up and now I've gotta break free. Lights out and I can sleep the night away.
Quicksand is whispering to me.
Final.
Is this final?
Are we finally damned?
Am I finally dead?
Final.
Is this final?
We are finally damned?
I am finally dead!
Final.
Is this final?
Are we finally damned?
Am I finally dead?
Final.
Is this final?
Are we finally damned?
Am I finally dead?
Again. There is definitively a pattern, thought Lucy. But it would be no use to ask him about it. Isaac would probably say that she just imagine things or at least say that there is a secret that he wouldn't tell.
"All right. We come to our last song for today. It was great to play here for all of you," Isaac announced.
Hör auf dich zu beschwern.
Mir auf den Sack zu gehn.
Hör auf dir leid zu tun.
Und alles schwarz zu sehn.
Ich weiß es ist nicht leicht.
Und daß es oft nicht reicht.
Doch all den andern hier.
Geht es genau wie dir.
Wer glaubst do wer do bist.
Was glaubst do was das ist.
Es geht mal auf mal ab.
Und do machst jetzt schon schlapp.
Komm gib dir einen Ruck.
Befrei dich von dem Druck.
Der dich in Ketten legt.
Dich von den Füssen fegt.
Das Leben auf Erden.
Ist ein gemeiner Krieg.
Wir spielen wir kämpfen.
Wir setzen alles auf Sieg.
Hurra wir leben noch.
Wer hätte das gedacht.
Hurra wir leben noch.
Wir hatten wieder mal Glück.
Wir sind immer noch da.
Hurra wir leben noch.
Wir haben's wieder mal geschafft.
Hurra wir leben noch.
Jetzt erst recht.
Unser Leben ist echt.
Du weißt nicht was do willst.
Du weißt nicht was do hast.
Bald weißt do wie es ist.
Wenn man den Zug verpaßt.
Du stellst dir selbst ein Bein.
Du sagst zu allem nein.
Wink dein Leben nach.
Du holst es nicht mehr ein.
Wer glaubst du wer du bist.
Was glaubst du was das ist.
Wer weiß ob es sich lohnt.
Wenn dich der Teufel schont.
Gib zu es ist verrückt.
Daß du nach etwas suchst.
Daß du dein Leben liebst.
Obwohl du es verfluchst.
Das Leben auf Erden.
Ist ein gemeiner Krieg.
Wir spielen wir kämpfen.
Wir setzen alles auf Sieg.
Hurra wir leben noch.
Wer hätte das gedacht.
Hurra wir leben noch.
Wir hatten wieder mal Glück.
Wir sind immer noch da.
Hurra wir leben noch.
Wir haben's wieder mal geschafft.
Hurra wir leben noch.
Jetzt erst recht.
Unser Leben ist echt.
Hurra wir leben noch.
Wer hätte das gedacht.
Hurra wir leben noch.
Wir hatten wieder mal Glück.
Wir sind immer noch da.
Hurra wir leben noch.
Wir haben's wieder mal geschafft.
Hurra wir leben noch.
Jetzt erst recht.
Unser Leben ist echt.
Everyone was surprised as he sings in a different language. Even his own band members looked surprised about it.
After they finished their last song, all four are bowing down and then left the stage for the next band.
"Whoa. That was awesome. You all were great up there," Lincoln praised them all.
"Hehehe. Thanks, Lincoln. I was a bit nervous. It was our first time after all," one guy says.
"And how had you liked my performance, Linky?" Ellie asks temptingly.
"It, it was also very great, Ellie," he answers her bashful.
"I did not know that you knew German," says Haiku.
Lincoln and Lucy are looking at her. "That was German? How do you know that?"
"Please. Do not forget that I am a person of the word. I am capable of at least knowing the differences in some of the languages of our mortal realm," she explains.
"Yeah, man. We were really surprised as you had started to sing in a different language," Ellie says.
"I had found the song on the internet and thought it sounded good. It also is something our little Lincoln here should listen more often too," he explains.
"What do you mean by that? I couldn't understand what you have sung there," Lincoln tells his red-haired friend.
"No worries. I have the translation right here."
Isaac gives Lincoln a piece of paper and there stood the lyrics for the song. But in English.
Quit complaining.
And getting on my nerves.
Quit feeling sorry for yourself.
And looking at the dark side of everything.
I know it's not easy.
And that there's often not enough.
But everyone else here.
Is going through the same thing as you.
Who do you think you are?
What do you think this is?
Sometimes it's better, sometimes it's worse.
And you're already giving up.
Come on, pull yourself together.
Free yourself from the force.
That lays you in chains.
That sweeps you off your feet.
Life on Earth.
Is a low-down, dirty war.
We gamble, we fight.
We risk everything for victory.
Hurrah! We're still alive.
Who would have thought.
Hurrah! We're still alive.
We got lucky again.
We're still here.
Hurrah! We're still alive.
We made it again.
Hurrah! We're still alive.
Now more than ever.
We're really alive.
You don't know what you want.
You don't know what you have.
Soon you'll know what it's like.
To miss the boat.
You trip yourself up.
You say no to everything.
Wave goodbye to your life.
You'll never catch up with it now.
Who do you think you are.
What do you think this is.
Who knows if it's even worth anything.
If the devil passes you by.
Admit it, it's crazy.
that you seek something.
that you love your life.
even though it curses you.
Hurrah! We're still alive.
Who would have thought.
Hurrah! We're still alive.
We got lucky again.
We're still here.
Hurrah! We're still alive.
We made it again.
Hurrah! We're still alive.
Now more than ever.
We're really alive.
Lincoln looked at Isaac without speaking a single word. But he could see in his eyes what Lincoln thought.
Everyone was confused but shrugged it off.
The rest of the night they listen to the other two bands and chatting a bit more.
At some point had Isaac to go to the bathrooms.
"I'm still surprised that the group is back," Lincoln says to Ellie.
"Yeah, I was surprised too as Isaac had called me. But it is good that we are back. I really had missed it. I still miss you with us," Ellie tells him.
He laughs slightly embarrassed, "Maybe I come back now and then. It was already fun, after all. By the way, how is it with your parents?"
"Oh, that is a really funny story. After Isaac had brought the old group back, he had changed the rule that we shouldn't ask why the others were there. I decided to tell them about my problem then."
"Wow, really? What have the others said to that?"
"Believe it or not. But Isaac had become really angry. He was really pissed about that and had ranted nearly the whole night about them." Ellie laughs as she tells Lincoln that.
"Next you tell us that he had come to you home to punch your dad," Haiku says. It wasn't believable for her that Isaac would care for someone other than himself.
"Well, he had come to my home. But he hadn't punched my dad. Instead, he had said to them that they are bad parents for ignoring me and so on. My dad got furious because of that and kicked him out of the house. It was hilarious."
"He really did? Isaac? Since when is he so caring?" Lucy asks.
"Oh, don't judge him so easily. He has a nice caring side. He can be a really nice, big, fluffy teddy bear," Ellie says with a loud laugh.
"What's so funny?" Isaac asks as he comes back.
"We were just talking about how you have stood up for Ellie, you fluffy teddy bear," Lucy answers with a wide grin.
"Great. There goes my reputation."
"Don't be so grumpy. Thanks to you everything is all right again with my parents."
"Really? I'm glad to hear that," says Lincoln.
"Yeah. After what had happened to Benny they somehow lost me out of their eyes. But I also had never spoken to them how I felt about it. Thanks to Isaac's action they had talked with me about it."
"And she still comes to us. It looks like if there still is one or two problems," Isaac pointed out.
"Is there other stuff that bothers you, Ellie?" Lincoln asks her worriedly.
"God. Stop being so cute, you little goofball. I'm fine. Don't be worried about me. Let us have fun tonight, okay?"
After everything was over Isaac had driven Haiku home and after that, Lincoln and Lucy.
My first anniversary here on . It is so cool to me, writing this story for so long by now. And it still goes on. We aren't close to the end. Maybe we're not even halfway there.
When I first started it, I never had thought that it will go for a full year. And here we are. And you all are a part of it. Reading it, writing me PMs, giving your thoughts in the review section.
I could talk about this for hours, but then no one would ever read my stories again, so I better stop that.
Anyway. In this chapter happens a lot. Lincoln sending a bully to the infirmary is definitively something. And Principal Ramirez. I thought it would be good for Lincoln to have another one who maybe can help him. I thought it would be an interesting idea to give the principal a backstory where someone from his family had gone to something similar. But who?
Also, the group is back. And with that, Ellie too. It looks like she has it for our little, white-haired protagonist. How would this go on?
Lynn also seems to develop feelings for her brother. The harem is growing.
What do you all think about that all? Let me know it.
P.S. If you are wondering why I have put Lyrics in it that you can't really understand. It is just because I wanted to show you a bit about my language. You also have the translation for it too.
Stay tuned and have a great day.