LET'S GOOOOOO! CHAPTER 7. I wanted to make this a special chapter as QT Quarrel has over 10K views. I hope you enjoy the chapter. Now the reviews.
AN: Minor edits
Guest(1): Please make sure you take it in proper amounts please.
Guest(2): I'll probably need to rewrite some of my earlier chapters. Kishimoto said that Madara had no weaknesses. I prefer the architect approach as I like to build and plan out. Lincoln having self-esteem issues shouldn't be that surprising when all your siblings already finding their special talent and you're the most 'normal' one. It gets to you. Other stories touch upon that such as 'Brother in Shade' where Lincoln feels so hopeless that all he can see himself in the future is a homeless person. Also 'Inadequate' which touches some heavy subjects. I took some inspiration from that.
The number of fanfics inspired by NSL and BITF were staggering. The best ones that I've read were 'What is person's worth' by That Engineer and Kunoichis of royal woods by Niteowl18. This one would make you hate Lynn. More than usual.
Lori was the catalyst of forcing Ronnie Anne and Lincoln together. He likes Ronnie Anne but all the pranks and sandwiches down his pants doesn't really make her girlfriend material according to the wiki. Leni is a sweetheart. It's in her nature. Luan has been one of the 'mean' sisters so I'm trying give her better representation.
Guest(3): You asked so shall you receive.
Mr. Haziq: I personally trying not to go down that route. He's deeply hurt.
RawToonage press: You mean the Ronnie Annie thing or dressing up as Leni thing. Any true older sibling would want their younger sibling happy. Forcing a relationship to satisfy fairy tale dream is no good. Plus if Bobby and Lori gets married. They would be siblings in law. 'Companionship' by Masterob helped me right this chapter. Lori did those things with help from Carlotta to push Ronnie Anne and Lincoln together when Stella and Lincoln's relationship started to blossom.
Dread55: Planning out chapters makes writing much easier.
Tristen: It's intense I know.
NiteOwl18: Not this chapter but probably the next one.
Lincoln slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times to get his bearings. His view settled on his alarm clock. It's 5:27. He wasn't going back to sleep anytime soon in fear of being late, plus he had to pee. Lincoln quietly stepped through the hallway and went to the bathroom. He went downstairs, avoiding the noisy step and walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, hoping for something good as he missed dinner. There's a wrapped plate with his name on it. Lincoln unwrapped it to view the contents. Cajun chicken pasta. Nice. The white-haired boy placed it in the microwave set a timer while he went back up upstairs to retrieve his school bag. Might as well do some studying too.
"Okay, said there's going to be a bonus question on quadratic equations," Lincoln whispered to himself, getting his supplies on the dining room table. "Man, I hate those things." (I know, buddy. I know. We do too). The microwave stopped with a light hum. The family is grateful that Lisa installed a silent mode on the machine. Lincoln opened the microwave to receive his steaming plate. Pieces of sliced chicken breast surrounded by an array of diced green onion, scarlet cajun seasoning with layers of pasta. He grabbed the plate and a can of Arizona from the fridge and started to work.
"Morning, sport. You're up early," Lynn Sr. yawned, wearing his pajamas. The sun was starting to rise.
"Morning, dad," Lincoln replied back, focusing on his work with an empty plate beside him. The patriarch was happy that his only son was taking school seriously, but years of life experiences told him that it was a front to cover personal issues.
"Lincoln, I heard about what with this Cristina girl" The father spoke to his son. Lincoln paused upon hearing the redhead's name but slowly continued. Lynn placed his hand on Lincoln's shoulder to gain his attention. "Let me give you some old man advice on dealing with a 'Crushed Crush.' First step. You're eleven turning twelve soon, Lincoln. You're going through more of these, but it's not the end of the world. There's more to life than Cristina. You already did that with Ronnie Anne. It's going to be tough. Believe me. But you're a gamer. You should know about the difficulty when it comes to getting a unique character or achievement."
"Um, dad… how do you know when you find the one?" Lincoln softly asked an important question.
"That son is what you're going to figure out for yourself." Lynn Sr told. He drew him in closer, "Your old man was a bit of a heartbreaker in his prime before I met your mother." The father said dramatically as Lincoln rolled his eyes. "In my personal experience. It just happened. For some of my friends, they were like Bobby and Lori. Others were classmates, coworkers, friends of friends, or family. Some didn't meet until college or after that. So don't rush and enjoy life. You already got the white hair. We don't need any grays yet." The pair shared a laugh."Besides, you probably met her already and don't even know it like one of your schoolmates" The duo stood up "Now hurry up and get ready for school while there's still hot water."
"Do you need help with breakfast?" Lincoln asked as his father was making food for 13 people.
"Nah, I'm good besides I can't get lazy," Lynn Sr replied, putting on his mitts and apron. Lincoln shrugged and went upstairs to be first in line for the shower of the day. Now how is he going to deal with school?
"The answer to question 59 is... Lincoln ?" was at the board with a math book in her hand, turning to her star pupil.
"I got ...46," Lincoln yawned, still exhausted from last night.
"Rough night buddy," Clyde asked seeing Lincoln's bags were noticeable than ever before
"Bet that he was playing video games or watching some anime," Mollie taunted.
"Not this time. I tried to get back to sleep but decided to study."
Nerd!
"There's a saying that if you're up late at night and can't get back to sleep. That means you're in someone's dream, or at least someone is thinking about you," Agnes explained.
"Who would be thinking about me at 5am?" Lincoln exhaustively questioned. Several girls slowly began to sweat.
"Crap," They thought collectively.
"You'll be surprised as love is always in the air," Agnes swooned. The bell rang."Remember we have our math test at the end of the week"
"Okay, man, what really happened," Zach questioned on their way to the next class. Some of his classmates want to know too. Lincoln sighed saying one word only
"Cristina," Lincoln responded. They sucked their teeth at the announcement. Their former classmate was a sensitive topic around Lincoln. Brown and Cookie QT glanced at each other in fear. She's back. "Guys, I'm over her" Some let out a sigh of relief.
"Good," Mollie declared. They looked at her with wide eyes. "It'll be weird if you were still crushing on the girl who avoids you like a bad hair day during class pictures" Jordan punched her arm, causing Mollie to yelp in pain.
"Not. Helping" Girl Jordan emphasized with gritted teeth who gestured to the target of their topic, which had a somber expression glazing at the ground with hands in his pockets.
"I see what you mean. You know you hit hard right," Mollie whispered, rubbing her stinging arm irritated at the Dodgeball Duchess.
"Okay, I'm getting sick of this crap," Cookie grumbled, standing up at the lunch table. She watched Lincoln for the last few hours. Not because she liked him or anything. Cookie was annoyed that it's lunchtime, and he still had the same stupid sad look. It reminded her of the animals on those annoying sad commercials with the music. Lady. The commercial you made cost more than what most people could make in their entire life. Why are you telling us to pay for something you could've done yourself? UUUUHHHHHH! "I'm going to talk to Loud."
"You have been looking at him all day," Jenny remarked. Jordan and Mollie agreed.
"Yeah, so what? He's our classmate. It's not a crime to look is it" Cookie folded her arms, annoyed at her friends and their stupid smirks. "I hate that stupid look on his face. That's all!"
"So you were staring at him. Here I thought Mollie was the Queen of Denial," Jordan teased, ignoring the kick in the ankle from the blushing Mollie. Cookie mirrored her image. Her luminescent blush spread down to her neck and up to her ears.
"What! No way! Me and him?! He's a nerdy, dorky. Dumb. Dumb. Dummy head," Cookie stuttered, making angry noises offering little for her defense. Jenny took an amused audible sip for her soda. Cookie glared at her. "I'm going to find and talk to him" She marched to the nerd's table
"She's crushing. Hard isn't she," Mollie acknowledged ignoring the irony.
"That's the pot calling the kettle black," Jenny replied. Mollie stood up, ready to retort, but her view gestured towards Jordan. She held an amused look relaxing her head on her hand, waiting for Mollie to reply. Mollie reluctantly sat back down.
"Hey, nerds. Where's Loud" Cookie demanded arriving at Lincoln dorky friends
"Who wants to know and why?"Liam boldly asked. At least someone has a spine.
"Well, me duh. You got hay in your ears or something? It's personal, so none of your dang beeswax." Cookie shot back at the farm boy.
"If you want to find my brother. Follow me," Lucy spoke behind Cookie, causing the brunette to flinch and squeak in fear.
"Where the hell you just come from?!" Cookie startled and pointed at the sudden introduction of the goth. Seriously someone needs to put on a bell on Lucy. Lucy gave no response and walked. Cookie groaned and followed the young Loud.
The girls went outside to a secluded area near the back of the school. They stopped at a corner.
"He's right over there" Lucy gestured to the other side of the corner. "May in the odds in comforting my brother be ever in your favor."
"I-I-I'm not going to comfort him. I'm just going to tell him to stop being a wimp and put back on his big boy pants," Cookie blushed. "I don't have on a crush on your brother."
"Mmhmm," Lucy replied, not believing a word Cookie said and walked off.
"Why does everyone think I have a crush on Loud" Cookie grumbled even though she's a part of a group whose essential requirement of joining is having a crush on Lincoln L. Loud. She peeked around to observe her target. There he was reading a dorky comic like the nerd he is munching on a burrito. HE. STILL. HAD. THAT. FACE! He looks like a puppy. She found it cute… if he wasn't a wimpy weeb. Yeah. A wimpy weeb. Lincoln shot up his head. Cookie quickly planted her back on the solid wall covering her mouth to avoid making sounds. He looked around using his honed senses to locate who was watching him. An essential skill leaving in a house with little privacy. He waited. She waited, holding still becoming the wall. Did he see her? Lincoln shrugged, going back to his comics.
Cookie released the breath she was holding. Why was this difficult? Just march up and talk to him so he can get off his whiny butt and forget about Cristina. Cookie was never the one hesitate often the first to call someone out. Yet she is now. She massaged her brow, attempting to ease the impending headache. She reached into a jacket pocket and pulled out a small mirror staring at her reflection.
"He's a nerd, a dork, and a weeb. Nothing more. Nothing less," Cookie reaffirmed to herself. "He should be grateful. Hell even honored that a girl like you is even speaking to a nerd like him. Got it?"
"No matter how cute he is," The reflection replied back. Cookie snapped the compact shut. She hoped that she didn't eat one of those 'special' cookies again. Cookie smelled noise and tasted color for a good 30 minutes. She marched towards the white-haired lad, who was still reading his comic ignorant of her proximity. Cookie again hesitated mimicking a fish out of water in her attempts to speak. WHY?! IS?! THIS?! SO?! HARD?! Lincoln sniffled the air. Cookies?
"Cookie?"
"Sup," Cookie coolly replied. She mentally facepalmed. Was that the best she can do right now? (You could but where's the fun in that). "What are you doing here, Loud?" She stepped closer, taking a seat next to him on the rough ground.
"A guy can't have some peace and quiet every once in a while," Lincoln retorted.
"Away from your friends?" Cookie shot back. "You always sit with Clyde and Zach at lunch" She knew him since kindergarten. He's a bit of an open book in terms of his habits. "Is it because of Cristina" Lincoln shifted his gaze away from her. "Sweet macadamia nuts it is. I never understand why you liked her. Ronnie Anne, I get, but what's up with Cristina."
"Ronnie and I were just friends," Lincoln added. Cookie rolled her eyes. Riiiiiggghhhht kissing someone twice on the mouth, and you two are 'just friends.' He reflected on the brunette's words. Why did he like Cristina? He had a thing for redheads; that's one thing for sure. That's it. Nothing more on why he likes her. They hardly ever talked even before she swapped classes. Granted hanging out with Ronnie Anne help erode those feelings. Now that he's thinking about it. There's no concrete reason for him to have a crush on her. Nothing at all.
"As much as I'm willing to leave you with your little pity party. Even I'm not that heartless letting you become one of those super butt-hurt guys because one girl broke their hearts," Cookie declared. She arose, leaning in close to his face stare intensely in his eye. She pokes him in the chest "I know you heard this before. Forget about Cristina! I doubt she even knew your name before that video. Give her a taste of her own cookie dough" Her face softened. "So why are you letting someone hurt you when they barely knew you existed."
"Why are you so nice to me" Lincoln pondered. This was the kindest she's ever been towards. "It's kind of freaking me out."
"I would rather your weird happy go lucky face then your stupid sad one," Cookie stated. Usually, he would be insulted but knowing Cookie. He just took the compliment. A cookie was placed into his hand. He bit into it, not wanting to "Oatmeal raisin?! Where's the chocolate chip?"
"Do whiny babies like you deserve chocolate chip" Cookie near his face. She pulled out another cookie. "Here's peanut butter. You always liked it, especially with those gross sandwiches you make" She shuddered at that culinary abomination he calls food.
"I have a sophisticated palette," Lincoln retorted, biting into the cookie. She rolled your eyes. Whatever you say. The 5 min bell rung. "We need to get going" He stood up, wiping crumbs and dirt off his jeans. "Also thanks Cookie" Lincoln gave her a smile.
"Let's just go," Cookie said with a light blush. She turned away to walk but stopped "Aw screw it" She quickly embraced him. Lincoln was stunned. He simply returned the hug. Who's going to deny a hug from a cute girl.
"Awwwww, aren't you two just precious" A voice interrupted them. The students looked at a window above them, Agnes gleaming at them with her head sticking out. "Nice to know that you're getting along. I hope I didn't ruin a moment" She giggled. The two jumped away from one another and noticed that they were still holding each other. "I was young once too, but don't let it affect your studies. Now run along, you'll be late," Agnes returned to the teacher's lounge. Cookie gave Lincoln a solid punch in the shoulder.
"Ow! What the hell, Cookie?!" Lincoln winced. Doesn't she have a switch that makes her go from sweet to sour or something?
"Chloe," Cookie stated. Lincoln looked at her, confused. Who's Chloe? "You can call Chloe."
"I thought your name was Cookie. We've been calling you that for years" Lincoln acknowledged.
"Cookie is my nickname. Chloe is my real name," Cookie/Chloe answered. "What?! You thought that was my actual name or something," Lincoln nodded. You'll be amazed at what some parents named their kids. The pair started to walked
"Why are you telling me this now," Lincoln asked.
"If we're going to be friends. You should at least know my name," Cookie shyly stroked her hair.
"I'll still call you Cookie out of habit," Lincoln admitted.
"Well, try it now," Chloe replied.
"Whatever you say, Chloe," Lincoln said.
"See it wasn't that hard" She gave him a smile with rosy cheeks. Lincoln smiled back. That damn smile. Oh, how she loved it. She's going to keep that way.
The week went by until test day on a Friday. Oh …joy. It's the week is over. The students packed their bags ready for the weekend.
"Okay, I hope everyone has a safe and fun weekend. I know I will," Agnes chuckled. The students walked out, discussing their answers.
"What you guys got for the final question," Mollie spoke up. That quadratic question was busting her brains.
"I got x=4.2356 or x=2.4529" Lincoln replied
"Same here," Girl Jordan added.
"How did you get that?" Mollie uttered. She was on that question for 7 minutes
"Did you put brackets for b when finding the square root?" Jordan asked. Mollie's eyes went in realization. She didn't put in brackets.
"Dang it," Mollie facepalmed at her blunder.
"That's why you got a totally different answer," Lincoln said, turning his attention to Mollie. His hand bumped into another student knocking their books on the ground. "Oh, sorry about… that" Look who's back again. It's Cristina. The two stared at each other. Lincoln's group was silent, wondering how it's going to playoff.
Give her a taste of her own cookie dough
So why are you letting someone hurt you when they barely knew you existed
Lincoln glared at the redhead with an annoyed look, grabbing one of the textbooks off the ground. He walked away without uttering another word to Cristina. The group followed him, with some giving their own glares as well.
"What?" Lincoln stated after receiving looks from his classmates.
"We want to know what was that all about," Mollie demanded. She knew Bunny boy. All of them did. They never. Ever. Saw him acted that way towards anyone. He was warm and inviting. Not aloof and frigid.
"What part of I'm over Cristina didn't you get" Lincoln coldly responded, sending chills through the group.
"That was kinda harsh," Clyde admitted.
"Months of avoiding me like white after Labor day was better," Lincoln countered. They can't debunk his logic. "Besides, I shouldn't let someone who barely knew I existed hurt me like that," Cookie blushed as he recalled her words.
"Nice to know you have a backbone bunny boy," Mollie lightly elbowed him. They soon chatted about weekend plans as they exited the building.
Cristina just stood there, comprehending her former classmates' actions. Why such a harsh reaction?
"Hurts, doesn't it" Evelynn walked to her side.
"What?"
"It hurts to be brushed off without a second thought. To be considered a pariah who deserves nothing but total social isolation," Evelynn mocked with a disturbingly gleeful expression. "You got a tiny taste of what you put Lincoln through. If I know how stories go. You'll be clutching and begging for him desperately attempting to reignite his passion for you." Evelynn stepped forward, shrugging with her arms out. "It'll be all for naught when you receive nothing but burnt ashes when he lives his best life with his true love." Evelynn got into Cristina's face peering intensely into her eyes, And it won't be you." Evelynn calmly walked off. "You could've just said no to his affections but instead you took the coward route and ran away"
"What...just happened," Cristina wondered to herself. Her mind blogged at the events within the last 5 minutes. She reached down, picking up the book. It had an orange tag with Lincoln's name. "I… got to give this back."
"Hey Tina, how's school" Belle greeted her younger cousin as she entered the Honda.
"It was alright," Cristina shyly replied, attempting to ignore what happened. "One of my … friends dropped their books. So I want to return it, but I don't have their number or address."
"Who is it," Belle asked. Cristina gave her the biology book. "Lincoln Loud? Oh, that's Leni's little brother. I know where to go," They drove for a few minutes arriving at the Loud House in its natural state. "Man, are they ever going to replace that van" Belle set her car in park. They climbed out with Belle ringing the doorbell. It gave her a light zap making her to flinch.
"Oh, hello, Belle, what brings you here" Rita welcomed one of Leni's friends.
"Hey , my cousin wants to give Lincoln one of his textbooks. He left it at school," Belle politely spoke gesturing towards Cristina, still holding the book.
"Come inside for a drink. He should be home shortly" Rita guided them into the living room. "Have a seat, and I'll get you two some lemonade." The matriarch passed Lynn coming from the backyard on her way to the kitchen. The athlete was about to walk upstairs until her gaze spotted red hair. She paused mid-step. Red hair? CRISTINA!
Lynn leaped over the couch, flipping through the air, landing in front of the redheads. Her cast iron baseball bat in hand ready for swings.
"What are you doing here" Lynn deeply growled at the intruder. Cristina's mouth was arid, and her throat blazing. No words came out.
"We're here to give back Lincoln's book after he left it at school" Belle defended her cousin from the all-star. Lynn ignored her marching towards the sweating 5th grade holding a tight grip on her bat.
"You got a lot of nerve showing your ugly mug around here," Lynn furiously emphasized, tapping the underside of Cristina's chin with her bat. The girl flinched at the cold steel against her skin. "Especially with what you did."
"Hey Lynn, have you seen my…" Luna appeared coming back from a jam session in the garage. She, too, sees Cristina and snarls. Luna whistled, "We got a Code C: Level Crimson" The remaining sisters appeared like the Avengers and surrounded the pairs. Each had an item in their hands. Lori with her golf club. Leni a needle and thread. Luna ready to shred with ax guitar. Luan armed with and a banana cream pie. Lucy, with her swarm of bats. The twins with a wrench and scepter. Lisa, with her Dr. Octopus apparatus. She always wanted to do human experimentation. Finally, Lily shook her rattle menacingly at Cristina. The only reason why you should harm a man's daughter or sister is that enough people survived to tell the tale
"Uhhhhhhhh Leni what's going on" Belle stammered grabbing Cristina close with wide eyes and a thundering heartbeat.
"She made Linky cry,"Leni coldly remarked. "That's unforgivable" The rest were in silent agreement.
"Cristina, what did you do" Belle sternly asked. It had to be awful if it got Leni the ray of sunshine pissed. The young girl avoided her gaze, not answering the question.
"A few months ago, our bro videotaped and posted some of our most embarrassing moments," Lynn explained. "Of course we were pissed off, so he posted an even more embarrassing video of himself on how much he liked and wanted to kiss your cousin" Lynn pointed the bat towards her. "I don't know why he wanted too in the first place."
"Is that why you swapped classes? You said a boy was harassing you," Belle brought up. A fuse was lit. The flames of their rage grew.
"What?"
"Our brother didn't touch you! We made damn sure that we taught him how to properly treat a girl," Lori barked, engaged at the girl's action. "You lied, making him into one of those sick freaks who can't no for an answer" The glares pierced Cristina's straight into her core.
"Did she tell you how Lincoln wanted to apologize. Or how she avoided him like last season's wear," Leni added. "She totally refuses to even touch or talk to him. Linc said that she hid a trash can when she saw him walking down the hallway" Belle recalled Tina smelling rancid one day
"Is that why you stopped wearing orange?" Belle plainly asked. All eyes were on Cristina. She still refused to answer.
"Is this a game to you or something?" Luan demanded. "Is it fun to treat him like a punchline? Knowing that he liked you and expect him to crawl back! " Lori looked ashamed, reflecting on her actions towards Clyde. "Do you KNOW about much he cried over you because of what you did to him?!" Luan stomped ahead with Luna holding her back as tears threaten to burst. "Are you that heartless"
"I'll go wait in the car," Cristina meekly muttered, attempting to escape. The family pets block her path. Charles growled, and Cliff hissed. She tried to step back only to find a wall of angry sisters. Her body shook in terror. SHE MUST FLEE!
"I'm home," Lincoln shouted, arriving in his abode. His chipper mood turned 180 upon seeing Cristina. The former classmates stared at each other. The sisters exchanged glances. Everyone and everything in Royal Wood froze stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to the Loud residence. Traffic halted. Birds stopped singing. Games paused.
1 second has passed.
2 seconds have passed.
3 seconds have passed.
4 seconds have passed.
5 seconds have passed.
6 seconds have passed.
Cristina broke the line of sight, bringing it down to her feet. "6 seconds seems to be your limit. It's a new record," Lincoln checking his watch. "What do you want, Cristina."
They all shivered at his voice. His voice wasn't the coldest. It's his eyes. The warm shades of azure that'll brighten your day was gone. Replaced by arctic shards viewing the world in cold calculus. Lori gulped, recalling the events of her dream. He had the same eyes when he said he hated her. She rubbed her hands to reclaim warmth. Cristina slowly placed her arms out, holding the book. He gave her blank cold blank stare.
"Our books mixed up, so I wanted to give it back" Cristina trembled to offer an anxious smile with erect hairs on the back of her neck. Lincoln slowly approached her, taking it from her hands.
"I'm surprised you didn't burn it or something since I touched it," Lincoln calmly observed. He reached into his bag, grabbing her book, placing it in her hands. "Now leave. I got important things to do" He went up the stairs. They heard his door shut.
"You heard him," Lynn ordered. "Get out."
"Lynn stop it" Rita came back with a pitcher of lemonade and some glasses. "I mean it, young lady and that goes for all you. At least have something to drink before you go" Rita poured them a glass only for nothing to come out. She looked inside only to find it turned into solid ice.
"It's fine, Miss Loud. We'll be on our way," Belle said. Cristina was looking up at the staircase. "Come on, Tina, let's head home" She followed Belle out the door into the car.
"I'm sorry, Lincoln."
Damn even Subzero got frostbite from that. I wonder what other events would occur with Cristina getting back into his life. Also Belle is the fan-name or at least from I could find for THICC QT.
I forgot to mention that I have a deviantart account now. It's HeirofHades. I can't draw to save my life. I hope this story does well enough to get an artist. I know there's some incredible artists out there.
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