Romantic Reasoning:
Lincoln felt sore, but happy as he held a pack of frozen peas to his blackening eye. In spite of all seeming logic and reason, his sister's advice about Ronnie Anne Santiago had worked! She actually did like him!
Sort of, maybe.
Anyway the point was that even though he was all bruised up now, clearly there was a good reason to listen to their advice for this kind of thing. It made sense; they were girls after all and some of them had even had relationships before!
Well, one of them anyway.
But all that aside; they'd proven themselves better than him at romantic stuff without a doubt. From this point on Lincoln Loud would heed their advice and maybe not get as beat up by strange people with problems expressing themselves!
Come to think of it, there was another person who really got on his case a lot too. He wasn't really interested in him in the same way, but maybe he could just work some things out…
"So girls." A tight lipped Rita Loud regarded her children- sans her sole son- gathered on the couch. "A funny thing- well not really funny but quite strange anyway- happened today. Lincoln had to come home early from school because he was beaten up at lunch."
A gasp came from the older girls, the younger ones pointedly looking anywhere but their mother.
Rita put up a hand to stop the deluge of questions to come, "he'll be alright once the stitches come out; but that's not the only thing. Apparently, the reason the fight started was because Lincoln asked the other boy, someone named Chandler I think, if he was gay for him- don't laugh Luan."
Luan promptly silenced herself under her mother's gaze.
"From what I could tell, since Lincoln is having a hard time talking at the moment; for some reason he thought that because someone was bullying him it meant that they liked him romantically." Rita's eyes narrowed at the suddenly shifty girls. "Would anyone like to tell me why he might think that? And why for that matter he already had a black eye?"
"And that my boy," Lynn Sr sighed as he replaced another bandage. "Is the basic difference between someone who cares about you and might have a hard time showing it, and someone who has a problem and wants to share it."
Lincoln nodded, then winced. "Ahhkayy-"
"Don't try to talk at the moment," Lynn sighed. "And don't take advice from your sisters on romance all right? So far only Lori's managed to make one last. And I've gotta be honest; I wouldn't want to be in Bobby's shoes."
I recently adopted Moving In, and I'm not actually planning anything beyond friendship between Lincoln and anyone else, if for no other reason that this Lincoln is a fragile mess whose anxieties would probably make him panic at the idea of a relationship. However I find that when I'm writing my plans can fall to the wayside if something else feels more organic, so if one of Ronnie or Stella's scenes somehow leads to an implied or outright stated romantic relationship then so be it.
But as I said to my Unnamed Associate when they asked if they were detecting 'shipping' from Ronnie or Stella; it is a possibility that would take time and it's more likely than not that they'll only become friends, I don't feel like either character has a reason to be romantically interested the transfer insecure student like that just yet.
Not unless Stella or Ronnie have a secret hardcore blond fetish that got triggered when the beanie slipped :P ;
Shipping in Moving In?
The room was silent, Lincoln's naturally white locks glowed from the light beaming in from the window behind him. Little did the terrified boy know, it was not silent because the inhabitants were processing the bullying potential of their new target, but from anticipation of what would horrors were about to unfold.
Chandler shook his head as Ronnie twitched, and silently marked off the new kid for 'orientation'.
Larry Loud would have more than enough of that.
Clyde and Rusty silent edged away as their friend let her spoon fall from her fingers. Stella's eyes bulged slightly as she took in the pure aryan coconut before her. As all the school knew, Ronnie, Stella and a few other girls that had participated in the 'incident' had a deranged, slightly racist fixation upon blond boys. For much of the school it had been flattering, until the full depths of the depravity it drove them to were revealed.
As for Stella, as she gazed upon the practically halo'd boy the old sensations arose again, two eggs shaped organs in her lower stomach suddenly pinched and all the world was focussed upon the white haired boy.
Ronnie licked her lips, the perfect Gringo before her and her comrade in arms looking ready to join her. Lincoln only had a moment's notice as they suddenly darted forward, his Hazeltucky Hackysack instructs saving him just a inch as he sped off to hide.
"Dios Mios! THAT HAIR!" Ronnie gasped. "COME'ERE SNOWY!"
"Oh yeah Stella likes the White Meat!" Salivated Stella, dashing forwards on long legs.
The cafeteria doors slammed shut as they ran after the transfer student and life returned to the food hall.
"Do you think he'll be all right?" Clyde quietly asked.
"Is Sticky Jim all right?" Rusty flatly replied, and Clyde sighed in defeat. In the cafeteria corner Sticky Jim's own nearly white blonde hair poked out from his dark hoodie to shade empty eyes...
