Lyrics to Astronaut and Me Against the World by Simple Plan

I love Simple Plan waaaaaay too much, and kudos if you like them too. Their songs however, as for every song I've written here are not the main inspiration for the story and the ideas I had were mainly just a figment of my imagination.

Now, enough with the talking! Let's be the CCTV of the Loud House!

I lost my virginity.

To my own sister .

Lincoln bit his tongue, feeling the cold water rinse of the dirt and oily sweat from his skin. He sat in the bath tub, thinking about the events prior to earlier. From the ordinary, rough morning to the late afternoon in the house. The boy tried to clear his mind through some ways while showering, like staring at the wall or reading the shampoo bottles' ingredients. But it seems that no matter what he does, there's always gonna be something in his mind.

Lynn.

His most rough, abrasive, yet closest sister Lynn. Lincoln didn't know what to say. First, it started rocky with her and at one point, the stars aligned for a few hours. And now… they're back to square 1. Worst part was, what they did most probably ruined their relationship as siblings now and they can't ever take that back.

"Let's be beyond siblings from now on." Lincoln's head echoed, his ears ringing with those words passing through. Those words, he remembered her say right before they went into full contact. His sore and used cock twitched at the memory, but he quickly turned it down with more intruding thoughts. Like how they'd talk after this, or what would their family say when they arrive out of the blue?

Shame on you, Lincoln Loud. You are no longer part of this family, you pervert. He could hear his mom sternly tell him, forcing him out the front door as she throws his pile of clothes out as well.

How could you, son? His dad would tell him, tears flowing in his eyes but his face red with pure anger. Hurt from betrayal tinged in his voice, and that broke Lincoln's heart.

They didn't need to know.

He grabbed the soap, rubbing the fragrant smell of the cube all over his body. Especially in areas that needed it the most. Lincoln once again attempted to clean his mind the same way he did with his body, but every time he looked down and saw his family jewels, the memory flashes back every time like a flashback. He rubbed the soap against his body faster mostly out of frustration. Sure, he could physically clean his body from the strange scent and burning essences against his skin, but nothing could take away the memory of what happened today. It wasn't like he could simply wash away the sweet, melodic rhythm of Lynn's soft moans that got louder with every hard thrust his hips would give her. Lincoln can't just take back how he passionately kissed his sister out of lust and love for each other. He couldn't just spray bleach against the dirty stain of his once pure and white mind. And every time he looks at himself, all he feels is shame. If he already felt this way with himself, how much more actually setting his eyes back on Lynn?

"I'm such a terrible person." He whimpered, covering his face with his hands.

For a moment, Lincoln was happy that he was alone at last. At least the shower could drown out his guilty whimpers and wipe his tears away with falling droplets of water.

I just fucked my brother.

Lynn in the other hand, still sat on her bed. Mixed essences flowing out of her and staining the sheets. What happened earlier was something she could hardly comprehend. Her brain no longer addled by lust, instead flooding memories of what they did prior to before Lincoln stormed out the room. Her heart sank and her stomach churned, she curled up in a ball of shame. Her hands hugging her knees as she stared blankly at the black void she saw when she closed her eyes.

She cringed when she remembered what she said during those moments they were touching each other. All those things came out of her mouth like puke from eating Aunt Ruth's food; all in the heat of the moment. Lynn hated herself for being so weak, so desperate for him. She realized that, when your in a strong peak of emotion, you tend to lose control of your mind. It was then she knew why she ended up pulling him close and battled tongues with him instead of having a meaningful, informative talk about her feelings regarding the situation they were in right now. Look where that has gotten them.

Worst part was, she enjoyed every single minute of it.

You couldn't blame her. She was drunk on lust. Lynn's clouded mind saw the opportunity and her heart took it as an advantage. It made matters worse that she threw in her hall monitor privileges to tempt him. In the past, there were similar incidences where in the assigned monitor abused their power. But when Lynn stood up and took that oath right in front of Principal Ramirez, she promised, vowed like a woman to her man that she'd obey and never cheat against her commitment.

And as she stood there, proudly making an oath to her principal and some school faculty, Lynn felt a high feeling of pride. It took her so much to get where she is now. Knowing she went from merely being a speck of dust in these middle school's walls, people constantly calling her different names and shoving her into lockers to being known as Lynn Loud Junior: Star Athlete of Royal Woods and Most Reliable Middle School Student. People of the past who wronged her were now down their knees, begging for apologies she wouldn't give. And it made her smile at the karma.

Yet she failed, she cheated against not JUST her commitment, but the rules of morality as well.

Lincoln was right, she was a failure.

Lynn sighed heavily as tears began to pool in her eyes. She wiped them away quickly though, knowing she'd been weak enough for today.

"Feelings are no excuse for you to act up, Loud!" Lynn remembered her coach scolding her a few years back after she had a violent fight with someone and unintentionally caused a riot with the whole team. Ever since, she tried to keep her emotions in check but so far, it just got worse. And she knew that if her coach was here right now, she would be disappointed.

When she would move, she would be able to feel liquid sloshing inside her. It was gross, to say the least. In between her legs, it was painful and Lynn found it hard to move her legs. Damn, he really did a number on her. She wanted to take it all back. It was most painful now since the person she loved so much was now drifting apart from her. It made her punch the bed in frustration.

She had to try and make things right. Not just for them, but for everyone else. Try being the keyword there.

Trying is never enough. Lynn thought before plotting a plan to at least lessen the damage. But atl least there's progress...

Lincoln went out of the bathroom, his body shivering from the cold air he was exposed to after coming out. He felt fresher than before, but his mind was still clouded with guilt and disgust. Lincoln snapped his head with his hand, trying to stop those thoughts from coming through. He did table have enough time for this shit.

Once he arrived in his bedroom, he remembered his discarded jeans left in Lynn's room. Ugh, Lincoln thought. Another wave of guilt panged at his pool of regret. Even the mere mention of her name was enough to hurt him inside. He didn't need those jeans anymore, it was only there to remind him of the day his life turned around. How dirty shirt though, was still with him. Held tightly in his hand. His hand trembled as he looked at the orange polo, all stained with perspiration with the smell of taboo. What was he gonna do with this?

A soft thud was heard around the house as Lynn went to look at her door instinctively at the reaction of the sound. It could've been their family or something, Lynn didn't care. Her body was submerged in guilt and her hands tied to invisible chains of dread as she wondered if this was the world's way of punishing her.

Turns out, that echoing noise was Lincoln throwing his orange polo to the wall in furious vigor. He took deep, heaving breaths as he angrily looked at the walls as if he were blaming them for the damage he caused. Tears formed in his eyes in strong anger, frustration overwhelming his body and waves of it coming in strong lengths, making him even more pissed off. He was so damn tired. These thoughts are never gonna go away, are they? From the minute he went into the shower, they've been plaguing him non stop like a bunch of kids to and adult they can trust. He knew the battle wasn't over yet, but right now, he just wanted to sleep it all away.

After changing into his clothes, he laid down on his bed, curled up in a ball and cuddled Bun-Bun, wrapping himself with the blanket along the way. It wasn't long before his frustration became sorrow, and the only thing he could do was passively cry it away and drown his pillow with tears. It was hopeless. He was hopeless.

Not long after, Lincoln heard a creek and knew his door was opened. He froze in his place, trying to pretend like he was asleep. His heart was pounding rapidly against his ribs, anxiety filling him to the core. There was only one person in this house, but surely the others must've been home by now right? It could've just been Luna or maybe Lana checking up on him-

"L-Lincoln?" A voice croaked, and he felt his heart stop beating.

If he stayed more still maybe he could drive her away-

"I know you're awake, dork." Lynn wondered if this was ever a right time to mock, but she quickly shut her mouth when she realized the contrary. Lincoln heard a deep breath before she started talking again.

"Listen… I- I'm sorry for what happened. I can give you the full and proper reason why I- you know." She stopped, and it was clear to him that she was tearing up. This scenario gave Lincoln Déjà vu, only, a similar thing happened earlier.

"Just tell me if your up for it. Until then, I'm gonna leave you alone." Lynn said before Lincoln could hear her trail away, but before he could turn his face to the door, he heard one more thing that made the dam break again.

"I- I love you, bro. And if it takes us time to recover from t-this, I'll be willing to never give up. On you, or us." She spoke in a somber tone, before finally leaving him at peace.

Love, love, love repeated in Lincoln's mind. What type of it anyways? It made his stomach churn, not even that sounded the same. A flood of thoughts pooled in his mind, even when he tried to stop them. Everything around him was collapsing all in the span of a day, but as Lincoln believed, he was the Man with the Plan. The one who always thought of rational solutions to his biggest problems. Keyword is was. Because right now, it seemed that his old spirit had left him abandoned.

But while he was emotionally beaten up, it wouldn't hurt to simply talk to her again, right? Lincoln's tremendous amount of guilt left him vulnerable yet cautious. So maybe it wouldn't be too bad. Just maybe. Besides, if all the world turned against him, maybe Lynn would stick by his side, remembering her earlier statement. And by the looks of it, his dead end was close. The thoughts of what his parents would think, friends, teachers, peers all circled around his head in delusional shame and Lincoln was certain that if this were to go on, he'd be driven mad.

Talk to Lynn it is. He thought, even though the thought was dreadful. He just prayed they both wouldn't lose control again.

Lynn had always prided herself as strong, brave courageous, and many more. But ever since it happened, she's been a shadow of herself since. When she thought 6th grade was the epitome of hellish torment, then this was something off the charts and would be something she'd spite for the rest of her life.

Tears flowed down her freckled cheeks, her face reddish and full of sorrow. She hated how she mocked him, for being weak. For being foolish enough to not control himself and hump her in the locker, when all she was doing was trying to help him out in a sticky situation. But it seems like they were both dragged into an even stickier one. Lynn hated herself for being the type of person she hated, the one she constantly made fun of. The typical dorky loser , the one who gets shoved into body sized lockers all because she was nice and naïve. The same middle schooler who got kicked and beaten all because she was careless and unintentionally ruined a discussion.

How come Leni, the girl in their family who is known to be so sensitive and sweet, never went through what she did though they were so similar then?

It angered her to be this way, and with these matters, it made everything worse. Lynn never asked to fall in love with her brother, it just blossomed one day! Though her heart wanted it, her brain didn't seem to. But after her body went autopilot, she couldn't do anything but to give in to the opportunity when it arose. She supposed she couldn't blame her brother, no. Not at all. But remembering how he started all this. It ticked her off, but she was the one who continued it. So technically, they were both at fault here.

And in these days, Lynn wished she was emotionless. But no, she was human after all. So nobody could blame her when she, while sitting on her bed completely neat and clean, was looking at the door opening slowly with her eyes wide as saucers and heart beating faster. It didn't help that she was becoming red with shame and awkwardness at the thought of seeing him again like a girl seeing her schoolboy crush.

That's because she was, Lynn completely admitted to herself.

"H-hey Lynn." A voice called out and her heart nearly jumped from her chest. She had to clutch it to try and calm it's rapid beating. If she could've died now, she prayed, then so be it. Fate seemed to be worse when she was living now.

And just as she thought. Lincoln invited herself in her room lacking the usual bubbly confidence he had, instead emitting a blue type of energy. Making the room atmosphere even darker and tense than it already was. Lynn remembered what she said a few minutes before when she entered his room and she greeted him as well, telling him to sit on the bed across from her.

"So, I take it you're here to extract info from me?" She asked.

Lincoln smiled sadly and shrugged. "Geez, you're making it sound like I'm a cop investigating a crime." He joked, and Lynn laughed a little. Any joke in the room was accepted fully, hoping it would brighten the atmosphere. Despite the tension between them.

"I guess that's a yes." Lynn said, seeing Lincoln nod in affirmation. She closed her eyes as to not see his cute face, otherwise she'd lose control of herself again. "Lincoln, what do you think of me?" She asked insecurely, a tone full of seriousness in her voice. "I mean, what do you think of me now? After that?"

Lincoln sighed heavily as he tried to come up with an answer. "Well…" He looked at her waiting face, his heart fawned at her cuteness but his brain reminded him that he couldn't reach to touch her. "I-honestly- Still love you…" He stuttered with hesitation. "But I'm not sure if the love I feel is familial or… much deeper."

He didn't see how Lynn's face brightened up at his answer, her heart swelling with emtions.. Now, onto the next step. She hoped it would be good enough of an explanation, after all she was never good at organization. "I'm really sorry, bro. I tried to hide my secret for long enough, but I think you deserve to know the truth." Lincoln looked up with feign ignorance with a hint of vigilance and sarcasm.

"You think I don't know already?"

"I know you do, but there's more to it than what meets the eye." Lynn explained and Lincoln listened attentively as she started her story.

Lynn went out of the school, her thumbs fiddling the seams of her jacket. It was a fine day, the sun shone brightly while the breeze felt just right. Kids ran around playing and teens stood in their places, chatting and gossiping about. It seemed like something you'd see in a movie, all perfect and full of grace.

But for the 6th grader, today was probably the coldest day of her life.

It was just the third day of being a middle schooler, and everything was turning out for the worst already! On the first day, she ended getting lost in the school's hidden corners after getting tricked by older boys. On the second, she ended up getting jammed in a sticky seat and distracted the whole class.

And now, she was bullied and stuffed in a locker.

She doesn't know why, but it seemed like everyone already hated her for being such a fuck up, as someone told her this morning. Lynn was just trying to be polite, smiling here and there, putting on a nearly faux gentle tone that made her sound like Leni to a sobbing kid on the street. She didn't get it! If Leni made it through her whole life without getting pounced on like the defense in football, then why couldn't she?

Lynn almost teared up, but quickly blinked them away knowing that crying never helps. It would be a publicity stunt knowing that she already had a horrible reputation around, crying in public would just be one more push to the edge and to Lynn, it sounded like a suicide to do it. Coincidentally, Vanzilla just parked nearby and Dad waved at her to get in. If she really did cry right now, then she was certain it was a trip to the morgue. Though, she wasn't sure she'd from embarrassment or from the Family Tornado her family was gonna cast upon her when they find out.

Didn't Luan study in the 8th grade here? Where was she to look after her younger sibling?

Then again, ever being the braggart, Lynn boasted about how she was doing great and that she didn't need any shield that'd make her look like a baby.

She wished she hadn't said that.

Lynn hopped in Vanzilla energetically, hoping everyone inside would buy it. Only Lincoln and the rest of their sisters were inside, as the high school student's had class suspended due to some bathroom incident yesterday and they were still looking for a repairman to fix heavy duty. So they were all back at home, Lori being in charge of course.

"So honey, have you seen Luan?" Mom asked from the passenger seat, a radiant smile on her face.

Luan? I don't know. Even I'm wondering! She wasn't even there when I was trapped in that tight ass fucking locker being suffocated by the lack of air! Why the hell are you even asking me that? Have you ever thought about asking me How I am instead? "Sorry mom, I haven't. Think she's still hanging out with her crew." Lynn choked out. Yeah, unlike me. You're lucky, brace face.

"Guess we'll just have to wait for her then." Dad said, to Lynn's dismay. Just get us home already before I'm seen by them!

Not long, thankfully, Luan arrived and she was happily welcomed in the van. "Sorry," She panted out. "I was checking something out in Mr. Bolhofner's room."

The whole ride home was a blur for Lynn. She didn't really care about what was going on around her, nor wanted to know. Just like every other day after starting middle school, her mind was numb. Anguish filled her heart and pain overwhelmed her body, probably from being cramped in a locker for so long. She thought of all possible ways to ignore the pain, but zoning out like this was only gonna make it worse. It's been a while since she played sports. Hey, she should play later. Yeah, maybe that'll help.

"So kids, how was school?" Dad asked from the wheel, anticipating good answers.

Lola perked up. "Lana and I got an A in Math!" She happily said. "But I got the most credit for answering more questions." The sassy girl looked at her fingernails in a highly dramatic way.

"That's only 'cause you wouldn't let me answer!" Lana retorted, and not long they started to fight again.

This whole thing went unnoticed by Lynn, not even the yells of her parents made her focus her attention on them. It wasn't her to be so… unfocused? Dazed? But what else could she do when reality was shit?

Okay, she was really starting to sound like Lucy.

Speaking of which…

"Lynn? You don't look okay. Is something wrong?" The goth asked, poking her sister's shoulder as the jock yelped in surprise.

Lynn shook her head in response. "Nah. I'm fine." She said weakly, unintentionally making Lucy wonder even more.

"You sure?" She asked one more time.

While Lynn was nice and gentle, she had one thing that made her far different from Leni: Her short temper. "Yes! I'm fine, see! No cuts or bruises! Leave me alone already!"

The whole family went silent and looked at Lynn, even dad glanced at her through the mirror. She sank in her seat when she saw her mom glare at her and demanded her to apologize to Lucy, who was slightly trembling in fear. Guilt sent a pang down her stomach.

"Sorry…" She croaked out, not being able to actually say it properly with Rita's threatening glare at her.

Lynn stayed silent since.

Everything went by as fast as she could run laps. Lynn went out of the van and outside the front yard. Nothing unusual here. Luna was in the garage, singing a rock song from a band she rarely knew. The other two sisters around must've been inside, watching some sort of soap opera banned in the house.

She walked past the front, going towards the door just as her ears perked up.

Deafened by the silence

Is it something that I've done?

I know that there are millions

I can't be the only one

Lynn felt hear whole body move towards the garage to get a closer hear at the song. It sounded exactly like what she was going through.

Who's so disconnected

It's so different in my head

Can anybody tell me why

I'm lonely like a satellite

She felt her feet tapping to the rhythm of the song. Lynn nodded her head to the lyrics. It was like the song spoke to her! Creepy too, as if Luna knew what was going on with her.

' Cause tonight I'm feeling like an Astronaut

Sending S.O.S from this tiny box

And I lost all signal when I lifted off

Now I'm stuck out here and the world forgot

Lynn winced slightly at the lyrics, making her remember the moments prior to earlier. The locker, so dark and hot, it made her feel so alone. Surely, she'd enjoy a lot of privacy when given, but that was different. She was trapped. The only company she had were her tears, and dark thoughts as she attempted to kick the metal door with every hitched breath she took. Help was a scream she could've let out, if it weren't for the fact that the lobbies were just as loud as her house. Nobody would've been able to hear her.

Can I please come down

'Cause I'm tired of drifting 'round and 'round

Can I please come down

Lynn hid behind the garage's opening, making sure Luna didn't see her listening to the song. Because then she'd ask what she thought and the young girl didn't trust herself to be tactful and spit the right words out. Maybe if she wasn't careful enough, she'd spit out how relatable it was and would raise more questions. Something she had to avoid.

She was just about to go, the song triggering memories she didn't wanna remember. But when she turned on her heels, Lincoln approached Luna with a small greeting.

"Hey Luna, nice song! Is it about being an astronaut?" He asked with his cheerful demeanor.

"Heh, thanks bro. There's more to it than you think though." Luna explained, bopping his nose for fun in the process. "It's all about being alone in general, you know? Feeling like a stranded Astronaut in space and all that."

Lincoln frowned. "Oh, that's sad." His smile returned a second later. "I'm just glad that we live in a big family, so nobody's ever feeling alone!"

Luna nodded in agreement at his naïve, childish perspective. "True, bro. Heck, sometimes we're the ones wishing for privacy!"

They both laughed and Lynn felt a little envy. Lucky. She sulked, going into the house.

The girl was so alone, yet surrounded by so many people. And that fact stabbed her in the heart.

She went back into her room, did something quick and changed back into her usual jersey before apologizing genuinely to Lucy. Before going back downstairs to play some sports outside, hoping it could get her mind off life and its troubles. After all it had been the only thing that stuck by her side when she need it the most.

"Hey Lynn!" She looked up and saw Lincoln wave at her as he approached her. "Are you okay? You don't seem to be yourself."

Well, almost.

Lincoln was always the guy every sister in this house would come to, with the exception of Lori and Lynn. The former being the oldest and the latter just being generally unattached in general, only going to him to play and stuff. Though they rarely showed it, the two were actually always close. Maybe it was their age or whatever, but Lynn always felt a bond with Lincoln and vice versa. At times when everyone's busy or asleep, they'd sneak out for fun or have a midnight snack together while they have conversations and deep talks. To cut it short, they basically knew each other like the back of their hand. So there was no way in hell Lynn could pull up a façade and fake a smile to his face; He'll sense it anyways.

Her faux energetic posture was replaced with a sorrowful slouch. She sighed, looked around to make sure nobody was there. Sure enough, the younger siblings were huddled around the couch watching cartoons while Mom and dad were in their room. They had to take this to a more… private place.

But than can wait for later. She had to express her anger by kicking her sports balls.

"It's private, Linc. You don't need to worry." Lynn said, not looking directly at her ten year old brother's curious expression.

Lincoln felt taken aback. "Come on, Lynn." He whined, grabbing her arm. "You tell me everything! I'll keep it secret, promise." To prove his testimony, he zipped his mouth shut with his finger. It was enough to make Lynn laughter at the cuteness of it.

"Okay." She agreed. Before becoming serious. "But we have to be in your room.

"Why? Is it personal?"

"Well, duh. Too personal, actually." She said matter-of-factly before they headed up to his small room.

After Lynn made her speech, she was comforted by a soothing Lincoln patting and rubbing her back as she let out small sobs. "I- I don't know what to do." She said hopelessly. "No matter what, I'm always the target."

"No way." Lincoln said in disbelief.

"What?" Lynn asked, not catching him for a moment.

"The Lynn I know would never stick a thumb up her mouth and let things happen, she's the one that makes it happen!" Lincoln explained with motivation to make his sister happy.

She sighed sadly, knowing she'd disappointed. "Well, that Lynn is dead. Okay? She'd been given bullies not fit for her and she couldn't handle it." Lynn let out a shaky sigh." I'm not like you- you're…confident enough." She let the last two words fade as she lowered her tone, trying not to crack when her throat was constricting.

Lincoln made an audible, sad whine and it broke her heart. "That's not true." He retorted. "I know that Lynn is still somewhere." Lincoln went forward and touched her chest, where her beating heart was. "In here."

Maybe he was right.

Lynn smiled, tears still staining her face. She was flattered, and her heart fluttered at his childish perspective. "Thanks." She whispered out and looked at her brother's eyes. While it didn't solve the issue with a poof of magic that he likes, it did alleviate her worries. How did he know all the right things to say? "I don't deserve you."

"Well, I think I'm lucky to have you. If you can protect me, then I'm sure you can to yourself to." Lincoln said with pride, wiping her tears away as her smile grew wider.

"I know." Lynn said with a nod. "I know."

Lincoln snapped his fingers in realization, before looking up at Lynn. " I remember this song Luna used to sing as well." He said. "It might just help you out. But don't judge my singing voice." Lincoln joked, nudging at Lynn's arm as she chuckled with a nod.

" No promises~" She teased with a laugh.

Lincoln crossed his arms on his chest with a deadpan look, but his sly smile expressed his real emotion. "Hmph. Guess I'm not gonna help you, then."

Lynn giggled then leaned against the wall. "I was kidding, bro. Come on, what did you wanted to show me?"

He looked at her hesitantly, his face telling her to tell him those magic words he's looking for.

She rolled her eyes. "And I won't tease you, I swear."

Lincoln smiled. "That's all I needed to hear." He took a deep breath before mumbling here we go. It was then his voice contorted into something that sounded like rock, well as close as his throat could do, and his normal accent turned into one similar to Luna's.

I'm a nightmare, a disaster

That's what they've always said

His tone was harsh, and his voice emotional. The sounds of his melodic singing echoed throughout the room's walls and Lynn's eyes went wide open. How did Lincoln, her soft and young brother, sing with the might and tone of a disturbed and emotional rocker so well?

I'm a lost cause, no a hero

But I'll make it on my own

It was raw, harsh and powerful. His heart seemed to be on his sleeve as he sung the song. Lincoln's eyes closed shut as he concentrated all his vocal chords into expressing the song in only the best way for his sister. Lynn's heart stung with passion, he was really putting effort into it. Just for me. She thought, a butterfly suddenly in her stomach.

I've gotta prove them wrong

Me against the world

Suddenly, he stopped singing. Lincoln took notice of the surprise look on his sister's face with pride and hope. This, he thought, could motivate her to become her perky, cheerful self again. Who said one could inspire just through actions? "There. Just remember that when you feel down." Lincoln smiled, his palm squeezing her shoulder reassuringly. "That's what I always do."

"Did you get voice lessons from Luna?" Lynn joked, her mind still in shock at the amazing presentation.

Lincoln shrugged and then giggled, completely flattered.

The room was pregnant silent, yet the atmosphere was warm and welcoming. Lynn looked around and tensed up slightly at the lack of sound. She cleared her throat and broke the silence. "H-hey bro… thanks." Lynn looked at his blue, naïve eyes. "Thanks for everything."

"What are siblings for?" He asked in response, pulling her into a half hug with a back on her shoulder. She noticed and hugged him back, the two siblings hugging tightly in a warm embrace.

When they pulled out after a few seconds, which felt longer than a minute, they looked at each other in the eyes: one looking satisfied and contented and the other showing pride and equal contentment as the other.

"Now if anyone asks you what I was doing in here, tell them we were wrestling, okay?" Lynn said in a funny manner.

Lincoln laughed , but he knew she was dead serious. Lynn had an issue with her ego, he guessed. "Nothing in this room will come out." Then he gestured a Doppler closing with his mouth, making Lynn chuckle at his childishness.

What a dork. She mumbled out. But it is cute.

"And Lynn, if you ever get into trouble again… just call me, I'll always be here to help you. Promise?" And there he grinned widely with a gentle pinky finger raised up, and Lincoln wiggled it, urging her.

Even with all the trials and discomfort Lynn had held within the day, she felt that there was always somebody there to scratch her back when she needed it the most; and that was Lincoln. It didn't feel fair most of the time as she constantly teased him for being himself in general and sometimes took his problems lightly but when then, Lincoln would always stay by her side when the world turns against her. When did she get so lucky?

With no more other thought, she raised her pinkie and intertwined his with hers tightly. "Promise."

"Ever since then, I started falling in love with you." Lynn said, not daring to look up at his most probably crying face.

"I… can't believe you still remember all that." Lincoln sniffled, wiping his tears away with his arm. "After all these years, I thought you had forgotten our promise."

Lynn shook her head, and continued though, even with her voice cracking up. " When you couldn't help yourself earlier and you know… I allowed it to happen, because I wanted to get closer to you like we used to be. But in a much more deeper level, 'cause someone once told me actions speak louder than words." She put her face on her palms as she cried out. "But all I did was ruin our relationship permanently!"

"The saddest part is, ever since I started middle school… we kinda drifted away. So when I realized we'd be in the same school, I thought we could you know… bring back t-those memories." She choked as she said, crying harder as she covered her face with her hands. Lynn didn't like how vulnerable she was, but it was the only way she could react now. "I know you're angry… about what happened, and how I broke our promise. I should've went to you when I really needed it, but I didn't." She let out with heavy breaths. "Because I was selfish, Lincoln!" She shouted, shocking him slightly. "My ego in the way and I never wanted to admit being hurt by opening up!"

"I… I thought I could be stronger if I bottled it all up." Her voice slowed down and for quieter. "But it just makes me the weakest one in the brunch." Lynn's voice was so raw with emotion, her heart heavy and shoulders slumped.

"Wow, no wonder why you stopped hanging with me." Lincoln realized. "I guess you were too preoccupied with trying to change yourself just for your protection that you forgot what was more important." He said in deep anguish, his voice cracking up. "I- that doesn't matter now. It's too late to change that. But…" Lincoln looked away, trying to think of what to say. "It doesn't mean we can't go back to where we used to be. Even if our relationship is much more deeper now."

For a 12 year old, all this was more than enough to bare. But Lincoln wasn't a ordinary kid. He was mature and realistic enough to know what to do. The boy had to thank living in a big family and going into a school with bullies for this, even if the latter part is hell. It turns out to be his blessing in disguise. That's what made Lynn fall in love with him: his maturity, something she wasn't so good at being.

"This is all too fucked up. I swear." Lynn said in a defeatist tone, looking for and shaking her head. "Our lives are gonna change, I just know it." She mumbled, tears still flowing out of her eyes.

In her rare moment of drowning in self pity, something unexpected happened. Lincoln gently wrapped his arms around her and patted her back. "It's gonna be okay." He knew it wasn't gonna be, but it sounded great to say at that moment. "I'll stand by you."

Those four words was enough to pump too much emotions into Lynn's heart to the point she exploded. She wracked on sobs as she trembled her head resting on Lincoln's shoulders as he soothed her similar to what happened two years ago. Lincoln was shedding tears on his own.

"We… we can't just pretend, can we?" Lynn wondered through heavy sobs. She hasn't cried this much in a long time- in front of Lincoln nonetheless. "That this… never happened?"

"No…" Lincoln mumbled out truthfully. "But-I'm sure we can get through this." He hugged her tighter than before, holding her in a move that would've been tight enough to be counted as a wrestling move. "Together."

This love was something they both enjoyed… it was familial. It was acted on lovely emotions, not just lust or sexual arousal.

As much as she hated being hurt, maybe it was just what she needed to heal.

And right now, nothing was gonna ruin the short peace the two siblings were having. This was the definition of contentment, in both heart and mind.

They were never gonna take it for granted.

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A/N: Hey guys, LoudDefender here. First of all, Happy New Year everybody! This is the first chapter I've written in the new year so I hope everybody enjoyed! I'm sorry for the extremely long wait. I don't wanna burden anyone by yapping about all the list of reasons I couldn't write or even be online in general, so I'm gonna make it short: Internet issues and technical difficulties.

On a side note, This is sorta a break from the climax (No pun intended, dang it my-inner-Luan, so it's extremely sappy, I know. It's different from the rest which have either rising tension, heavy drama and lemony smut. Don't be so confident though, fate has tricks up its sleeves just prepared for both these two siblings!

I have tried to make this as canon to the show as I can. But I couldn't help but add a little headcanon as I wrote. Now Lynn has completely opened her whole hear to Lincoln, and to us viewers! But shhh, they don't know that. Some questions have been answered so far.

Tell me what you think everybody! It's been a while since I checked the updates and I'm glad to say this story's been doing well despite the long hiatus. Thank you for the support everyone! Feel free to send me hate messages about how I disappeared for a long time or whatever you want. Just lemme know that you're still reading this lmao.