Chapter 3: Watch Out: Here Comes Lynn-sanity
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Doctordreadful14: Thanks for the correction I'll fix it up when I have time to edit but for now: Cindy Tan-Age 16
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Sunday…
The day began to break and the town steadily came back to life. The sun started to rise and shine its light through Lincoln's bedroom window - his only means to help him get up, as he hadn't set up an alarm yet.
The sounds of the city came back to full volume, birds, dogs, cats along with garbage trucks, and cars.
There was also some incoherent screaming by someone in the streets about some government conspiracy about pigeons. But Lincoln, still groggily in slumber, just quite couldn't make it out exactly.
Lincoln yawned and looked around his still relatively new furnished room checking the time, he saw that it was 06:03 AM, a little later than he would usually wake up but he figured he could be lax about it for now. Lincoln got up - did his morning stretches and made his bed. He was hoping to get ready quickly, before Pop-Pop woke up.
He went towards the door to leave, so to do his business in the bathroom. As quickly as he could.
He entered the bathroom, which was to the immediate right of him when exiting his roomhe went towards to door to leave, so to do his business in the bathroom. As quickly as he could.
He entered the bathroom, which was to the immediate right of him when exiting his room, to his left slightly further up was Albert's room. Down the hall were the other rooms, His mom's room and a small closet towards his right, and a second, smaller bathroom as well, both to his left. All leading down to the living room, kitchen and the front door.
Lincoln opened the door to the bathroom on his right and went in, turning on the lights inside.
It was a decent sized bathroom, you could probably get away with squeezing in 6 or 7 people in here, although Lincoln wasn't sure what the context of a situation like that would be. Towards the end was a big enough bathtub, a shower head with a hose, besides that there was an average sink and mirror.
Meanwhile, toilet was made into a nook in the wall, where one could pull a small curtain at the side facing the door, to ensure some last-ditch privacy in case of any "wandering" accidents.
Lincoln walked towards the sink, opened the tab and splashed his face with water and then stared into the mirror as if to see if any cosmological change had befallen him.
His hair was still pure white, still somewhat long. Going down to the back of his neck but not entirely, just a little lower than halfway. As he preferred it. His long-standing cow-lick was still there, though far less noticeable than it used to be when he was younger.
His slightly chipped front tooth was all the same. He should probably consider getting that filled or something when he gets older. At least it didn't stick out his mouth like when he was younger.
Lincoln wanted to say a witty remark to his mirror self, but could only let out a disappointed sigh. With another heavy breath he took one last long look at himself.
After a pause, he continued with his morning shower business, brushing his teeth, using the toilet and finally, the shower.
He stepped towards the shower, almost in an automated, emotionless manner he took off his clothes and stepped in, stroking his fingers across his hair on the top of his head, he let the bliss of hot water raining down clear his mind.
He hoped.
He eventually stepped out of the bathroom, his clothes a little wet. He had spent a little over 20 minutes there, although the shower felt like it went on for hours.
Going back to his room, he changed his clothes quickly, a slightly loose, plain black-orange, short sleeved shirt, followed by underwear, dark blue jeans with white socks and white sneakers.
He wanted to keep it rather simple; it wasn't like he was going on a date or something.
Walking down the hall towards the kitchen, Lincoln ended up running into his mother who was just exiting her bedroom, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She took notice of her son and adorned a sincere, pleasant smile of her own as she waved him good morning.
Lincoln then glanced down at the bedroom door of his grandfather's room, at his mother's side, and saw his grandfather Albert still out like a rock, presumably still tired from yesterday.
Lincoln blinked for a moment before turning to his mother; "Jeez, Pop-Pop still out?" receiving a nod from his mother, he spoke again; "Yikes, I know he isn't a strongman anymore but it's not like he was up building a huge wall or something… It was just…"
"It was a lot of stuff and boxes, Lincoln." Rita spoke with a sigh, while also interrupting her son. After a pause she continued; "Plus, it was also the drive- your grandfather isn't used to long drives like that, though I guess none of us are. Combine that with all the lugging and carrying… Your grandfather isn't young anymore."
"Your right mom" he said back
"Anyway I will be heading out to the middle school to get you admitted in for tomorrow so I will probably be gone all day if I come late just eating the leftovers pizza from last night" Rita told her son, making him nod.
After their breakfasts and cleaning their plates the parents went back to their room, likely to further plan and schedule things for their ongoing 'settling-in'.
Walking back into the living he saw Pop-Pop standing to the left, in front of the house door looking ready to go outside. "You headin' out?" Lincoln asked his grandfather.
"Mhm" Albert replied and then continued; "I'm wanting to go around the city park and any other sights that might catch our eye in the future, after that I'll be stocking up on groceries, mostly for the kitchen."
"Like Cereal" Rita chimed in.
"Yea like cereal" Albert replied to his daughter with a slight roll of his eyes and a hint of sarcasm as well.
I'll be back around to say… 8:30 I think." Lincoln simply nodded.
"Lincoln" Rita suddenly spoke, causing her son to turn his head towards her as she continued; "Since your grandfather and I will be gone, why don't you go take a walk as well? You know, get familiar with the streets and sights… You don't have to go far, and not for long either, Maybe two or three hours at most." She said with the sincere kindness one would expect from a mother.
Lincoln briefly considered his mother's request, He knew his mom had a point, but still...
"I uh… I have to give Sir Charles a bath; Sir Charles is his pet guinea pig
"Lincoln, I can give Charles a bath perfectly fine." Rita replied with a somewhat unimpressed look at her son, a smirk appearing on her face as she went on to speak again; "And If you doubt that, I can pull out the album with the pictures of me giving you a bath…. You really did hop around like a rabbit."
Lincoln shot his mother a slightly disdainful look, pursed lips and narrow eyes while she simply continued to give a satisfied smirk.
Lincoln's look softened, he tilted his head to the side and rolled his eyes, giving out a soft sigh before giving his reply; "I'm not getting out of this, am I?"
"No." was his mother's swift, rather cold reply.
With another sigh, Lincoln agreed to his mother's request for him to do some exploring of the town block.
Lincoln went ahead to freshen up first with a quick shower after which he grabbed his old, slightly worn white and orange-striped bomber jacket from his room and then headed towards the front door, his mother cheerfully giving him a wad of dollars for him to spend if he wanted while outside, Lincoln replied with a faint, sarcastic smirk.
"Remember sweetie, familiarize yourself, not too far, not too long and above all else stay safe." Said Rita, giving her son last-minute instructions.
"If you want me to be safe, then why not just let me stay?" Lincoln retorted with obvious sly.
"Lincoln." was his mother's stern response, following which he gave his mother a 'calm-down' gesture and headed towards the front door.
Outside ….
Lincoln, with his smile now gone, stood outside the door of his house for several seconds before heading down the street to find something to do.
Tilting his head back and closing his eyes, he let out a long sigh, after which he started to rearrange his thoughts before continuing on.
"I really wish I had a comic bo-"
He then heard a door loudly open to his left, followed by a voice.
"Alright mom, I'm headin' out for some B-Ball! I'll be back before, uh, 9!"
A female voice, Lincoln realized as he slowly started to turn his head.
"And don't bother with dinner; I'll be eating a few Subs on the way home!"
With the sound of the door closing, Lincoln turned to see a girl, who then quickly looked straight at him. Both of them almost instantly looked intently at each other.
She looked like she was heading out for the jog or something, from what she was wearing.
She was a brunette, a short ponytail behind her, wearing a red and white jersey with red shorts that covered her thighs and stopped before her knees. She had what looked like sports sneakers on and was also holding a basketball. And she was shorter than him.
Lincoln couldn't help but notice the freckles on her face, more noticeable than his faded ones.
He couldn't help but notice…
"She's kinda cu-"
"Oh for Christ's sake, Lincoln."
"Soooo….."
Lincoln suddenly came out of his thoughts and looked directly ahead at the brunette, who was now talking to him.
"You're the new guy who moved in the neighborhood huh, Lucy told me about you. Cool hair." she continued as she casually pointed a finger towards him.
"Huh, uh, Yea thanks." Lincoln replied, still gathering his thoughts, but then curled an eyebrow at the mention of the little Goth he met yesterday; "You know Lucy?"
"Duh." The girl said after which she extended her arm towards the apartment door right of the one she had come out of, for Lincoln's facing it was to his left.
"Lucy and I are neighbors. Lived next to each other for about… Nine, almost ten years."
"We're close friends, at least as close as you can get with The Grand Duchess of Doom and Gloom." tilting her head and giving a casual shrug.
"And I guess now we're all street buddies" The brunette added, with a slight hint of sarcasm in her voice.
Lincoln simply nodded slowly and acknowledged, while also putting two and two together that just maybe his and Lucy's changed encounter may have not been entirely up to fate, so to speak.
"Name's Lincoln Loud, you?" He politely and casually asked the brunette.
"Lynn Junior Peterson , and that's Lynn with a Y."
Lincoln blinked twice and raised an even higher eyebrow this time, making sure he heard her correctly.
"Your, uh, name's Lynn?" he asked, almost stupefied.
"Uh, yeah?" She spoke back, with her words slightly stretched.
"What? It's a three-letter name, not algebra. Got a problem?" She asked him somewhat accusingly.
"No I thought Lynn was a guy's name" he said
"Well it's both guys and girls so deal with it!"
"Ok ok jeez sorry" he said putting his hands up to calm her down.
Lynn calmed her posture, although eyebrows were still raised.
"Okaaay Well…. It's nice meeting ya, Lincoln"
"Same." Lincoln paused for a moment as he took a glance at the basketball, proceeding to point at it.
"You play?"
Lynn took a quick look at her ball, then back at Lincoln with a smirk;
"Damn right, been playing pretty much all kinds of sports and working out since I was about nine. You?"
A faint smile of his own dawned on Lincoln as he replied to the now somewhat excited brunette;
"Mhm, Yea, I started basketball a little over 2 years ago, Tried out a few other sports too, like soccer, water polo, and Track and Field" he listed.
"Started playing sports for... fun, I guess, when I was 7. After that I signed up for my Academy team when I was 11, fifth grade."
"Got anything under your belt?" she asked, her smirk now a lopsided smile.
"Was Rookie of the Year in the sixth grade last year. The team won that season's game too, so we got gold to boot" he answered her with a modest smirk now of his own.
There was a sudden drop in his demeanor however, as he briefly looked down at the floor;
"I um…I did have to drop out of the team after a while when I first signed up…Lots of people have a problem with me at that school." He finished, rubbing the back of his neck, his voice being somewhat monotone.
Lynn's posture changed as well, as she couldn't help but feel a little bit suspicious at how Lincoln spoke his words, but she was snapped out of her thoughts soon enough;
"Do you earn anything?" Lincoln suddenly asked her, to which Lynn cracked a wide, almost wicked grin at the white-haired boy in front of her;
"Oh I'd say I've gotten my share of...recognition." she spoke with obvious, intentionally filtered haughtiness in her words.
"Tell you what, I was gonna head to the B-ball court to play with my friends, since you say you can play, why don't you come along and join me for a game or two? We can talk on the way there."
Lincoln thought about it for a little while. He does have to go around the city and seemed to be enjoying the sporty brunette's company, so far. And he wouldn't mind playing.
"Alright, sure. Why not." was Lincoln's firm reply, after a mutual nod by both him and Lynn, he went left down the street ,only to be stopped by Lynn, who shook her head and then took him by the hand towards right. Call it a hunch, but Lincoln couldn't help but feel like she was the demanding sort…
When they were walking close together, Lincoln took more notice of the height difference between the two; he stood at 5'11 while Lynn must've been around… 5'5? 5'6? He couldn't really tell, and he figured it would've been rude to ask.
It did end up catching him off guard when she revealed she was 14, though.
He also offered that he could refer to her as 'Lynnie' as a joke.
Lynn calmly informed him that calling her by that nickname would only result in his severed head being wrapped in a plastic bag and used as a basketball by her. Lincoln decided it was best to pursue this matter at a later date.
As the two entered the downtown area, Lynn directed them to take a left and both started making their way to where Lynn's usual basketball court was, Lynn at first sprinted her way, stating that's how she usually goes around, but Lincoln insisted on taking a slower pace since he needed to familiarize with Royal Woods. It was only his second day here, after all.
As they made their way, at a steady pace much to Lynn's displeasure, Lincoln took in his surroundings and passively made a mental map of the route he took, lest he end up getting lost in the town like the plot of some rather corny baby- er, kid's movie. One thing Lincoln had to admit about the town was the convenience of all the shops being nearby, right outside where one would live.
Lincoln also took notice of the fact that the residential area in which they lived was between the commercial and office areas as well, meaning it was certainly one of the better parts of town.
After about a 20 or so minute walk with some small talk here and there, Lincoln and Lynn eventually started arriving in view of the basketball court at Ketcham Park the town's park, with Lynn making a very pronounced statement they would've arrived much sooner had Lincoln simply ran with her, with Lincoln casually retorting that, "If you can sit instead of stand, sit. If you can walk instead of run, walk." Lynn only stuck out her tongue as a response, while they continued talking.
"So your dad was a chef?" Lincoln asked Lynn with a sort of excited curiosity.
"Yup. He has his own restaurant called 'Lynn's Table' Lynn explained, while holding her basketball in both her hands, as if preparing to shoot.
"He had it for 9 years now, a bit later we moved here. I was about 4 I think."
Lincoln nodded in acknowledgment as he slowly turned to look around the basketball court and its surroundings.
One of the courts was filled with a few kids and teens already playing a game, while the other was empty. Although Lincoln figured he and Lynn would be joining those already present, she instead directed him towards the empty court instead. He reminded her that she said she wanted to play with her friends, but only received a head shake from Lynn.
"Alright." Lynn spoke as they both now stood in the middle of the vacant basketball court;
"I wanna see what you got, Mister Rookie of the year." She paused and smirked as she did a stare down with Lincoln, who had a neutral expression on him, while she let out an eager, yet determined grin.
"You and me, one on one, first to 55 points."
Lincoln stood there, for several seconds with an almost uninterested expression, until eventually, he smirked wide.
"You're on."
Eventually, what was supposed to be just a 'friendly' game turned into a very competitive duel of attrition and momentary stalemates.
Surprisingly enough Lincoln proved to be an extremely good defensive player, while Lynn seemingly preferred to actively stay on the offense.
This led to long periods of time where neither of them could get a good shot off, effectively stalemating, resulting in many hail-Mary shots out of pure desperation, something Lynn couldn't believe she had to resort to, with Lincoln not being much satisfied with the forced-prospect either.
Lynn had the better conditioning and experience of years over Lincoln, in particular on how she managed to keep the ball in possession despite how much speed she picked up.
Despite that, Lincoln proved himself to have superb stamina and endurance, on par if not at least slightly better than Lynn's. Something that caught her very much off guard.
In the end, after over an hour of what had been essentially the basketball equivalent of trench warfare, It came to an end.
The two opponents stood in front of each other, a few feet in between them. Sweating, panting, slightly hunched over, but each sharing a stern look at another.
"…..Lynn-sanity wins." Were the whispered, almost cold words that came from Lynn's mouth, heard by her white-haired foe in front of her.
Lincoln looked on for a few moments, his stern face unwavering, until eventually he started letting out a small smile.
Oh wait she means her name…
'Lynn-sanity'…heh" a quick thought went by in his head, after which he took his turn to reply;
"Good game."
Lincoln straightened himself up, wiped some sweat off his face and then simply extended his right arm towards the sporty-tomboy, to which Lynn adjusted herself as well, and then extended her arm to meet with his.
"Not bad, Rookie. I had great fun."
Thus the two shook their hands out of mutual respect, Lincoln giving congratulation to Lynn.
She had indeed won the long-struggle. By 6 points.
Lincoln may not have realized this, but for Lynn this was significant. Whether it was a regular sized game, out here or in school, or whether it was a One-on-One or Two-on-Two et cetera, Lynn had always won those games with wide margins, sometimes as wide as 40 points.
But here she was, she had just had her closet victory, her closet lost and certainly one of her most hard-fought games in a very long while. All against a boy who hasn't even been living in her town for more than two days. A boy she didn't even know till today. A boy that was tall. A boy that looked like he had some decent muscle as seen through his black-orange shirt, she had more well toned muscles, but she could still appreciate it. Plus, he did have cool hair.
She had just had her best game of basketball in almost a year against a boy that…that…
Lynn's train of thought had to be cut off, as she started feeling odd. She started feeling as if... As if she had…
Lynn. Lynn Peterson. The Jock. The winner of several dozen trophies and ribbons in sports. The girl that never even so much as blinked at the imposing odds she would face in her games. The girl who wouldn't even drop a single sweat in the face of a large crowd, even if perhaps she could be a little nervous.
And she had butterflies in her stomach.
"I… Must be hungry, yea, I need those subs…. I wonder if he'll…"
Lynn came out of her daze, shook her head and re-focused her attention on Lincoln who stood still in front of her, looking slightly worried.
"Hey so uh, since… since that was a…a pretty long game… You uh… you wanna go grab a bite to eat? I mean uh… I don't know about you but, um… My engine's running on empty! Heh… "Lynn tried hard to control the stutter in her words, despite not knowing why she was stuttering in the first place.
Eventually, after a few moments which involved Lincoln giving Lynn a judgmental stare while she simply made 'innocent' whistling noises the two started to leave the court and head to Lynn's favorite sandwich shop for a quick bite.
As they left, they noticed quite a few people had apparently gathered around to watch their game, said the crowd was dispersing now as well so the two didn't pay much mind to them. Although Lynn did notice a couple of girls of similar age slightly fawning... over Lincoln.
Lynn shot a glare of daggers at the said girls which caused them to take notice and soon enough scatter together as well. But once again, Lynn couldn't come up with a reason for her behavior.
As the pair made their way down the streets engaging in small talk, Lynn eventually revealed her vast list of achievements and accolades from the numerous and various sports she took part in. At first Lincoln considered there was some exaggeration, but eventually realized that Lynn was very much telling the truth, and that it may be prudent to remain respectful to her in anything that involves physical interaction.
After a 10 minute walk they finally arrived at Lynn's usual sandwich place, made their orders and took their seats.
At this point Lincoln figured Lynn had told pretty much everything about herself to him, and she certainly seemed to enjoy doing it. There was no way she could do anything else to show off.
And then Lynn with complete and utter casual and calm took in an entire 6-inch submarine sandwich in one go, swallowing it and letting out only a mildly loud burp.
She did not flinch nor wince or even took a bite of the thing at any point.
Lincoln only stared numbly at the sight, his mind going through several thoughts, half of which consisted of pondering the theories and facts on the pre-established physiological limits of the human body. The other half of his thoughts consisted of things that would make Saint Peter frown very much.
After their lunch the two finally started to head back to their homes, on the way Lincoln started to share more about his hobbies; his love of Ace Savvy, comics, video games, drawing so on to an apparently intently listening Lynn.
"Man, I didn't figure you to be that much of a dork."The female jock nonchalantly replied, to which Lincoln simply furrowed a brow and showed a face of perhaps slight scorn.
That conversation went on for a little while, but in the end proved futile to bring to any other conclusion besides Lynn saying dork, nerd or lame. Despite all that, Lincoln didn't seem to get particularly upset; maybe he was in a good mood.
As they closed in on home, the two crossed a store that Lincoln hadn't noticed earlier; he made a sudden stop and turned to face the front store window.
Lynn didn't even realize Lincoln wasn't walking with her until after a few steps, after which she turned back to see the white-haired teen simply standing there, motionless like some petrified statue.
She walked back towards him to take a closer look at what had gotten his attention; it was a costume store and on the front window, it had on display one of its products. A squirrel costume. One that looked like it was meant to be used as a mascot of some sort.
A very much confused Lynn turned her head to take a closer look at Lincoln, in hope to perhaps understand what the hell he was doing.
Lincoln simply stood still, his face and his body both devoid of any expression or emotion, his eyes staring attentively yet utterly empty of any life, like glass beads on a doll. He was staring dead center at the Squirrel costume. Right into its eyes. Or was it the other way around?
For all intents and purposes, Lincoln had nothing less of what is called a thousand yard stare. As if he was reliving a vivid flashback of storming the Normandy beachheads during World War Two.
Several seconds later Lincoln shivers ,shook his head, shrugged and calmly started walking again.
Now it was Lynn who didn't move, the expression on her face being the equivalent of a flat line. She took a quick glance at Lincoln as he walked away, and then at the squirrel costume in the window.
At first, she didn't understand. Then she felt slightly perturbed. And then finally she felt a sense of… Déjà vu?
She then too stared at it for several seconds.
And just like Lincoln, she shivered,shook her head, shrugged and started running back up to him, both of which resumed any small talk they had going on prior to coming across the costume shop. As if nothing had happened.
"So um, Linc"
Lincoln turned towards the tomboy, as they both reached the entrance of their neighborhood .
"I'll be honest in saying I didn't really know what I was expecting, but I ended up having some great fun, especially that game. Man at one point I figured you almost had it…." Lynn paused as she cracked a bashful grin.
"Sooo…. You have fun too?"
"Well, Of course I did?" Lincoln replied with a slightly confused tone in his voice.
"If I wasn't having fun you'd think I'd stick around to play a 90-minute basketball game?"
Lynn just unsurely smiled as Lincoln continued on;
"I had great fun too, Lynn. It was pretty cool to get to know you."
"Though I wish you weren't so…. Brash with your opinions. And maybe we could talk about your sandwich eating ethics too, I'm pretty sure the way you eat them could constitute a violation of the Geneva Convention or something. Still,"
"So… would you like to hang out again sometime?" Lynn asked after a small chuckle, with a taste of meekness in her voice
Lincoln popped a lopsided smile before replying;
"Sure why not, I'd love to, I mean we are friends now, right? Or were you just hoping to humiliate me in basketball and I disappointed you?"
"Heh yeah we're friends now….." Lynn almost trailed, before cutting herself off;
"I mean uh, Don't get so ahead of yourself, comic boy, You just caught me off guard since it was our first time playing against each other. Next time, I will humiliate you." She pointed a finger at Lincoln, with a half serious and half playful glare, and meekness that was there now gone.
"Any….Anyway…. since you want to hang out, I was wondering if you'd mind exchanging each other's phone numbers?" And she suddenly felt the butterflies again. Maybe she should've eaten a couple of more subs.
"Oh, sure I- Oh." Lincoln paused as he checked his pockets.
"Oh?" Lynn quietly spoke, with a grain of worry.
"I forgot my cell at home… I guess I'll just give you my number? You can just call me and I'll save yours later." Lincoln offered his modest compromise with a friendly grin
"Uh… yea, yea sure." A soft smile came back to Lynn's face as she took out her phone.
Lincoln went on to give Lynn his number, As Lynn wrote it down on her phone she didn't realize she was rubbing one of her feet against the back of her other leg, like a school girl receiving a letter from her crush.
Luckily for Lynn, Lincoln didn't seem to notice.
He also didn't notice the blush on her face, either.
Of course, Lynn simply didn't know why she was feeling or doing any of that. Maybe she should get her temperature checked, she wondered.
"Anyway I gotta go I had a great time"Lincoln said smiling
"Uuhh, Yea Me too, and um see ya next time uh….. Stinklon" Lynn spoke as she awkwardly walked backwards towards her apartment door.
For a few moments Lincoln simply stared at Lynn, before slowly nodding his head and ran back home,
For the next several seconds Lynn simply stood there, her head hanging low – she was deep in thought, the veil of silence on the floor being her only comfort. For a moment.
"Really Lynn?Stinklon?"
For all her tomboy brashness, Lynn did possess an uncannily high pitched shriek.
After a brief pause in the air, Lynn tried to contort her arms from her body, which had wrapped around her like two Boa constrictors while she also tried to regain the color back in the irides of her eyes.
She slowly turned her head to her right, towards the very much monotone and familiar voice that had just, for a moment, completely and utterly ripped her soul out from her mortal being.
"LUCY! DO YOU WANT ME END UP IN A COFFIN?!" Lynn shouted at the Goth, who simply stood there almost like a mannequin, unfazed and emotionless. Well, besides the smirk she had for a few seconds.
"If I had a dollar for every time you've said that over the years, I could probably arrange it." Lucy replied, her voice giving no indication of joking or seriousness.
Lynn, although very much huffing and angry, took a gulp of nervousness at the Goth's retort and calmed her posture;
"How did you even sneak up ther-"
"You keep forgetting how loud you can be Lynn" Lucy replied, while cutting her jock friend off.
There was a brief pause between the two girls, as Lucy looked straight at Lynn from behind the bangs that covered her face, while Lynn made a few glances towards the floor and Lucy, embarrassment being very obvious on her face.
Finally, the jock once again regained the last of her composure and turned her eyes directly towards Lucy before finally replying to her;
"Lucy, you can stop staring at me now"
"No"
Back Home…
"Well today has been an eventful day, well better get ready for school tomorrow" Lincoln said with a sigh and prepared dinner with leftover pizza….
