Chapter 1: Jealousy
It was pretty much a normal day at the Loud residence. A 14 year old Lincoln had just come back from school, flung his bag into the corner of his small room and belly flopped himself on the bed. The white-haired boy flipped himself over, onto his back, and pulled out his phone, preparing to scroll through the endless posts on flapchat. He scrolled past cat videos, cooking video, Clyde's posts, until one post caught his eye. His eyes popped out of their skull, and a mix of emotions ran through him: jealousy, confusion, anger, sadness. The post was a selfie taken by Ronnie-Anne, a selfie of her and a tall teenage boy with black and blue hair and green eyes. Ronnie-Anne was holding her signature purple skateboard in one hand, her other arm around her new friend. The caption read," Meet my new friend, Oliver!"
Lincoln calmed himself down," It's only a friend, she even said so herself." he muttered to himself. But something kept telling him otherwise, the smile on her face, the look in her eyes, he couldn't help but feel jealous. 3 years ago, she had moved to Great Lakes City, meaning they had to go on Skype calls to keep in touch, and seldom saw each other in person. He just wished he could call her and talk to her now, hear her angelic voice, see her beautiful face.
And as though the Big Man himself answered his prayers, he heard a ringtone from his laptop. Ronnie-Anne. He answered the Skype call.
"Hey Ronnie-Anne." Lincoln said, not bothering to mask his dull tone.
"Hey Lame-o." Ronnie-Anne replied, a hint a confusion in her voice, "so how was school?"
"Pretty normal. Pretty boring," he replied, half serious, half joking. The Hispanic girl chuckled.
"How about you?" Lincoln asked.
"School was amazing! I met this new boy called Oliver, and he's really cool. He loves skateboarding and…"
Lincoln forced a smile, as Ronnie-Anne's words fell on deaf ears. Half an our later, and she's still talking about this Oliver. The expression Ronnie-Anne's face had when she talked about him. He couldn't take it anymore. His jealousy built up inside him. Until he let it out…
"Can you just stop talking about him for a minute!" Lincoln yelled. Ronnie-Anne was taken aback.
"Lincoln what's wrong?" the Latino girl asked, her tone full of worry.
"It's just that you keep talking about him, and I just-just…"
"Just what? Lincoln I don't understand why you're so upset." Lincoln looked back at her shamefully.
"I have to go." he said, his dull tone returning.
"Wait Lincoln-" but she was cut off. He'd cut the call. "Was he jealous?" she thought to herself.
Author's note: Hello all, I hope you enjoyed this first chapter, this is my first fanfic, so any criticism will be welcomed (no foul language)