A/N: Welp, I am sorry, but the promise was broken…no hotness in this one, but I do promise a bigger one, at least half the chapter accompanied with refreshing fresh squeezed lemonade. I was thinking that it needed some arrangements to get some of the plot going in order to get there. As you notice, the fic now has a different cover image; I cannot thank Lenny enough, who also has done many covers for Flagg1991. Other people have also offered to do cover images and once they're finished, I will swap them per every new chapter that is released.
Without nothing else to add, enjoy!
Disclaimer: The Loud House belongs to Nickelodeon and I do not make any money writing this fic.
Summary: It all began with an innocent look that soared the sporty girl and the man with the plan down a path not meant for them to take together, searing their hearts under siege. LynnColn
Siege of Hearts
Chapter 10
Fight or Flight
Under the fresh air in that day in Michigan and unusually cooler temperatures, Lincoln and Ronnie Anne were walking side by side, close enough to brush hands if they wanted to, but both stayed their distance with their own reasons. Ronnie Anne eyes followed every curb, every house and every tree as they walked, drinking the sight of what should have been her home but unfortunately it was just for just a couple of shy years in Royal Woods, Michigan, a place that she had enjoyed immensely; Portland wasn't bad…but the company was lacking. She eyed Lincoln once more, noticing than in their one year of separation he had grown physically. There was a certain accentuation to his body, muscles starting to peek through his orange shirt and a light buzz was starting to grow under his lip. Sighing, she smiled at the boy, momentarily their sights connected.
"I have missed it ya know?" She started putting her hands in her Royal Woods yellow hoodie pockets, a clear sight that she was distressed. "Portland isn't the same. Yeah it has its charms but bah, it's too small and closed, nothing like Royal Woods, though I'm still getting the hang of it with my friends."
"Of course! I bet it's thanks to hanging with Nikki, Sameer and Casey?"
Ronnie Anne chuckled. "Yeah, they're cool people but still…Royal Woods has something…some sort of scenic charm that I can't find anywhere else where I have been." Or perhaps a certain someone. It was odd…but with the year of separation in between them, Ronnie Anne realized that no matter how many boys she had met so far in Portland, nobody else had made her feel like Lincoln did when they had been together, even if it was short. She was unsure if it was love, or whatever the hell that crap meant, but there was a pull between them and now more than ever, she wasn't ready to let it go when she was so close to him once more.
Lincoln arched an eyebrow. "That bad uh? Well I like it here…I've been to other towns around here but they're too rural, too crowded and small or just…I dunno…they feel wrong; everything about this town is fresh. You should see the town farms in the outskirts; I went hiking with Lynn the other day. We went so high that you could see the border with Canada!"
Ronnie Anne frowned as he mentioned his sporty sister, derailing her inner thoughts.
"What's with you and Lynn anyway?"
The question immediately brought him to a halt, trying to still the way his heart accelerated through his chest.
"I don't get what you mean."
"I think you do." She rolled her eyes. "I've always seen you together, either she's dragging you through hell and back, you mop, complain to me, call your sisters nosy and dumb and then you come for some more punishment from Lynn and nobody else…you even traded me for her when I invited you first to the homecoming dance last year, telling me that you only wanted to stay and play video games but someone told me that you there with her." She crossed her arms. "What's your game then?"
"She's family." He answered quickly with practiced finality to his tone, leaving the Latina unaware. "She's my closest sister after Lucy, the only one who understands me properly, without judgment. I don't have to hide who I am around her, she understands me in a way that nobody else gets me. Sure, she makes fun of me, picks on me and I've almost broken bones because of her, but she makes things to make sense…life just flows around her and I would do anything for her or any of my sisters…I don't know if I am being clear enough." Looking aside, burning with love, a faraway look to his expression.
Ronnie Anne processed his answer and couldn't make sense of it, finding the expression he was making somewhat odd. She knew that they very close and meshed together so well; which was unreal since siblings were supposed to fight, snarl at each other throats and keep their distance. The Lord knows that she always picked on Bobby since they were growing up and he dealt with her because he was his younger sister and just endured it, getting as far from her as possible whenever possible. For as long as she remembered, Lynn and Lincoln had been like bread and butter, if it was extreme buttered toast, extreme like skydiving and making a sandwich in midair; they were the ones who were always laughing, fighting, round housing and though even some times dragged into, Lincoln tried his best to support her by practicing one of the many sports she excelled at, just to eat the dirt and she had noticed that some changes that he had gone through had been from her…perhaps she rubbed off him and she didn't like it one a bit. He had changed…Lynn and Lincoln needed some distance apart though she wasn't going to let that be voiced, she didn't wanted to anger him as she knew how much of a family boy he was. It left her confused and quite frankly, somewhat disturbed at their closeness and spending excessive time together with each other as he complained about his sporty sister to her and then came back for more. Perhaps he felt that she was like a boy in the family where they could both very approachable and enjoy things together than nobody else could. She did remembered that Lynn and her were quite similar in that regard, staying as far as the typical female peeves, instead relishing upon them, Lincoln was an ironic character; though he had an overdose of ten other sisters and was quite sensitive, a fact she disliked at times, the boy knew even more things about femininity than even her! He even knew how to sew, apply makeup, hair styling and put her cooking to shame.
"Lynn…She was in a very deep funk before she almost turned 14. We don't know what happened but she changed drastically. She was always so angry, Lynn is always vocal and likes to annoy you for fun, but all she did at that time was give us the silent treatment, studying, playing sports to spend her energy and boxing! She was hyper aggressive and wouldn't talk to us, even threatening to break Lori's nose if she tried to drag her to another of our sibling meetings. It was quite disheartening."
"Ah…" She uncrossed her arms. "So that's what you did? To help your sister?"
Lincoln had a hard time lying to her and he thought that this would the very first lie regarding his actual relationship with his sporty sister.
"Yeah." He let on simply. "I took her to the dance, she was all dolled up." He snorted, faking amusement. "She looked different and un-Lynn like but she opened up and we started to laugh at the nervous couples and playing around and suddenly, that Lynn that we saw went away and she came back." He smiled tenderly. "Though I didn't see you in the dance though. I would have loved to have you around as well."
The Latina sighed. "Without you around it wasn't really worth me going to that pansy girlish dance, 'sides, third's wheel company." She clenched her fists in her hoodie; she had been in fact preparing for that day excitedly, even asking recommendations from Carlota…a fact she regretted colossally, spending her saved up allowance in clothes, accessories and make up for nothing! All of that money gone in a poof. Those clothes were currently with a thin layer of filthy dust in the furthest corner of her closet and perhaps will never be in contact with the outside world.
"Nonsense." Lincoln smiled, disarming her. "I've missed you having you around Ronnie."
Her heart was beating like a drum, smiling and looking aside; she punched him on the arm with extreme precision, making the boy to growl in pain, rubbing at his arm to ease to pain.
"You're such a doofus Lincoln."
And he was, it was almost time to let her show him that he would be HER doofus.
The boy felt amused, laughing with Ronnie Anne; things might have changed between them, but if he might say so, it felt right to have her back into his world, even for a short day.
"Hey, wanna go to the park?" He offered, knowing how much she loved to relax in it.
Ronnie Anne smiled. "You tryin' to sweep me off my feet again Loud?" She asked half-jokingly, smirking at his reaction, trying to stammer a response flipping his arms wildly in denial. She laughed who heartily, locking her arms with his. "I'll follow you partner." She said imitating a cowboy accent, feeling as his body shook with nervousness, or so she thought.
In reality it was because Lincoln felt extremely uncomfortable at the uncalled for touch, it felt wrong…like dishonesty against Lynn. Once more he made the decision to untangle his arms, faking that he had to scratch his back and made no motion to reconnect her arms with Ronnie Anne when she offered her hand, instead walking a tad forward making her twist her eyebrows in annoyance.
He wanted to play hard to get? Fine…she could work with that.
They walked in silence; the streets not surprisingly were less crowded. It seemed that only he enjoyed the time in summer of his town while everyone else went off State or abroad but that suited him just fine. They could go any place around without fear of being clogged with lines! From arcades to restaurants, often lenient on reservations as cash became tight and for that fact, Lincoln enjoyed immensely. Arriving at the park, he was surprised to discover that it was quite alone. Usually when Summer came about, this place was crowded with kids. Confusedly he scratched his chin, looking around; sensing his confusion, she observed the park, sharing his sentiment.
"Geez, this place is deader than one of Lucy's Mortician Club's meetings."
"How do you know about that?"
She shrugged. "We used to date…it was my duty to meet each and one of your sisters intently." She frowned looking aside. "Though Lynn wasn't the hanging type, there was lightning coming off her eyes dude, every time I saw her."
Lincoln rolled his eyes at the dramatism, but he could sympathize with it, it had been a dark time for her.
"C'mon." She started walking without waiting for him, this time not making the effort to grip him by the arm again.
They made their way around the concrete path, sitting on the bench, overlooking at the lake and the ducks that were in it, quaking without a care in the world.
"How's your classes? Any improvements? I could ask Lisa to tutor you, she's pretty good and had tutored Lynn to help her stay in her sport teams."
The Latina tried to not let it bother her that he kept bringing up Lynn into their time together, but she failed, her smile falling flat. Taking it the wrong way, Lincoln gasped.
"You've been failing again?"
"Of course not!" She denied it harshly. "All I do pretty much these days is studying. "She growled with displeasure. "I've been grounded the whole summer and the remaining of it! This is pretty much my only break I've gotten so far! Thanks to Queen Maria, in her great holiness tells me that it will make me a better student and a better person and that someday I will understand it. Or some crap like that, and, and don't get me started. I like my new home and spending time with my family but Gosh Linc. I can't get a break really…except…when we talk." She smiled sweetly. "Either through the phone, even if it's getting interrupted by someone using the internet or through AIM."
The boy smiled, putting her hand on her shoulder in a supportive manner.
"I'm glad that I am your big escape from your stressful weekend. I know I would die if I couldn't spend time in the summer. But I don't know how to make your time better."
"You already have Lincoln." She said, squeezing at the hand on her shoulder. The time was perfect. The way his smile enlarged, his blue eyes sparkled, frosty white hair blowing in the wind, all she had to do was to tilt the axis of the world to his. She closed her eyes and let the moment swing, puckering her lips but it all came crashing down on her when she heard a gasp and a finger against her forehead, denying her.
"What are you doing?" Lincoln stood up immediately, removing her hand from his and he would have succeeded if it wasn't for her hand crushing his into a tight grip earning a pained gasp from the boy, thrown him back to the bench.
"Duh, trying to smooch you, handsome." She smirked, releasing some of the pressure of grip. "I know it's been forever since we last saw each other and we agreed to break it off, but I still like you a lot and so do you."
He was transforming into wreck of nerves, trying his best not to be harsh and remove her hand from his, trying to think of a way to let her down slowly without bringing a world of hurt. His escapism came back again but this time, he couldn't avoid his brutal and honest answer and perhaps Lynn had influenced his forwardness.
"I just don't like you that way Ronnie, not anymore; we're friends, good friends but just friends." He had hoped it would have been the correct answer however by the way her eyes widened in shock and starting shifting into an angry visage, perhaps it hadn't been his best course of action. He cursed himself for not letting her down gently but he wanted to be direct and get the point across, standing firm on his decision; Lynn would've praised him for it, going straight for the kill.
"…what did you just say?" Ronnie Anne took his hand in a tight grip this time he couldn't avoid hissing in agony by the way she was twisting it, wounds threatening to tear up his bandages again. "Look Lame-O, this is the way it has to go. I know we live hours apart, but it won't be forever, we can spend the weekend together doing everything we like to do until we can do what Bobby and Lori did, get our own place together in some years down the line! So don't be a dumbass and take what you're being offered. Be my boyfriend again"
His eyes clenching in rage wasn't what she had expected and neither was the following.
Lincoln stood up so fast that she tangled with her own legs and fell to the grass; he pulled his hand bitterly from her grip and in a move that surprised her, his expression turned feral, blue eyes shining coldly, stunning her where she sat.
"Are you nuts?! I'm only 12 years old and I said no! "He snarled firmly. "I…DON'T…LIKE…YOU…THAT…WAY. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?! OR DO YOU WANT ME T O SPELL IT TO YOU?!"
Stop yelling at her! Stop yelling at her! Why was he yelling? He was so furious…and mad but he couldn't stop feeling this way. Frantically he scanned her face to answers of the WHY she was doing it and felt horrified that her face had twisted into a fearful expression because of him. Weren't they being clear when they broke up? Wasn't that they broke it off mutually? His eyes lost some of its anger as he remembered that they had not.
"The day we broke off, it wasn't just because of the distance, it's because of this!" He said pointing at her.
"What do you mean?" It was her turn to be angry after getting off her shock, snarling with equal fury.
"You're possessive and you're my way or the highway. You might not realize it but I hate to be handled like I am some…some sort of trophy! Parading it around while you hang and say, this is my property! You even got jealous of poor Clyde! My best bud and even tried to keep me away from him to spend more time together."
"Well duh!" She threw her hands in the air. "That's what couples do! Spend time with each other!"
Lincoln sighed, slamming his palm against his forehead. "You just don't get it. It was way more than that!" He could almost cringe at how angry he sounded like, he didn't like it one a bit. "You pushed me on to be by your side, even if I didn't want to and you kept me caged and defended your 'territory' going as far as to ask me around every single person that was in contact with me and even going as far as to question if I cared about you for trying to spend time with them or God forbid, my own family."
She was too shocked to talk. Never had she saw him so angry and dominating. His stance was wide and asserting and it terrified her…it almost felt like she was dealing with a complete different person from the sweet, shy, thoughtful and sensitive boy he she had known him for, twisted into some sort of an anger seeker.
"…why you never said anything?" She asked abnormally timid, looking aside.
His posture relaxed, sighing some of his anger away. "Because I didn't have the heart to tell you stop. I didn't want to hurt your feelings or…lose you, nor only as my girlfriend but as one of my best friends. Someone I treasure a lot. I thought that if I pleased you, you would stick around me but…it ended up biting me in the butt and I don't want this. Do you understand? I do care about you Ronnie Anne and you're one of the most important persons in my life. You're like something I never leave my house without it."
Her plans were burning in front of her, things she had thought for months and this asshole had the idea to be a complete insensitive jerkoff? Her eyes light up like an inferno, angrily standing around and pushing him roughly, hands clenched at her side.
"Bullshit. What's with your attitude? You have never been such an asshole before or never! You're behaving…" Her eyes light up in recognition. "Just like Lynn! You seriously need to lay off your time together a notch. It is starting to look gross"
If only that enraged him more, marching angrily towards her, bandaged hands dying to be clenched, it frightened her even more. Even if she was so angry herself, his attitude astonished her.
"I am the asshole? I almost saw my sister Lynn got RAPED in front of me in school ground! In our school! If it hadn't been for me, she would have! Or worse! And you got the nerve to talk bad about her?! My…my sister!" He cursed himself, almost having a slip of his tongue, throwing his bandage to the ground and for the first time, Ronnie Anne almost passed out from the shock of the revelation.
Neither Lori or Bobby had mentioned such a shocking event; just that two bullies got into a fight with Lynn and Lincoln defended her at the cost of his physical integrity. The stitching was hideous to look at, his skin pulled and grasped together with thread, his skin still matted with red and purplish spots, with crusty dead skin flacking off the wound.
"This will be with me until the end of my life and this scar will be my mark to bear as an example of what happens with the people that mess with my family and those I care about. And right now, you're telling me that I shouldn't spend time with the person that…"
He had to pause on that part, taking the sweet air into his lungs that felt stalled by his anger, unevenly breathing and trying to calm himself; he almost said it right there, once more.
"Look, we went through some difficult situation together, alright? I am just spending as much time as I can with her so we can get things back to normal. Make it a thing of the past and she made me realize some things about myself that I didn't even know."
"Like your self-discovery anger issues?" She lifted an eyebrow in annoyance.
Feeling exasperated he had to give her that, figuring out that the source of his fury was no other than the need to protect Lynn and what they have, at all cost.
"You know what? Whatever. My bad for feeling that we had to hit it off, again. It sucks that you see it that way but I ain't going to force you, but you should've been more honest with me."
"And I am sorry Ronnie Anne. If only, I've gotten to accept that things change, I should've just told you how I really felt rather than faking that they were not even long after we started dating."
Her teeth rattled, her fury spilling in waves, turning to face him fully at his words, taking it the wrong way. She couldn't believe that it was all fake…were those tenders moments that they passed together were only that? Pretending?
"When we're done with the meal, we'll be on our way and then you can just stay with your despicable family and your butch of a sister that you seem to care about so much, enough to get your ass kicked for."
She couldn't stop her mouth not even if she tried. He might have discovered that he had anger issues, but Ronnie Anne knew since a long time ago and nothing could halt the train that just took off from the station, balling her fist.
"It was just a big fat lie?"
Lincoln snarled, this time not stopping as his fists clenched in fury, blood seeping from his busted knuckles, trembling and enraged he lifted his fist, ready to administer some damage control. The girl stopped instead taking a step back.
"You gonna hit me?" She asked with a threatening edge to her voice. "The gentleman, about to hit a girl. You're a coward and a spineless jackass." She laughed cruelly to hide the fact that she was hurting badly. "I know what it is. You got someone else didn't ya? Couldn't even wait till I left you alone and you leeched to another girl. Didn't even wait a full year".
In his mind, he knew exactly that she was doing. Provoking him, easing up for a fight, his fists raised and yearning for her blood before he stopped completely. This is what life wanted of him; to get a rise out of him, to explode in uncontrollable rage and give himself to it. It would feel so good to break her nose and he was more than certain that he wouldn't stop until his already busted knuckles were once more stained with blood. It felt like a sweet melody of violence took a hold of him as his fists came forward, faster than she could've anticipated, preparing herself for the pain, gasping and tightly closing her eyes but it never came, instead she felt two hands firmly grasping her shoulders. Opening her eyes, Lincoln eyes had lost its furious luster instead shifting to sadness.
"I don't know what happened with my friend Ronalda Santiago. But you aren't her…I said that I would try and make things better for you but whatever its bothering you, I neither want part of it nor I want to see you again." His eyes shifted once more with an edge of finality, his face twisting in uncertain shame before he started walking away back from where they came.
The Latina was stunned, looking as his retiring form on the concrete before she snarled, taking off her Royal Woods hoodie and throwing it aside.
"Fine you spineless asshole! JERK! You aren't even worth of my company!"
Her screams fell in deaf ears, Lincoln never stopping walking away from her. An enraged scream tore off from her throat transforming into a sob until she was nothing more than a crying mess, crawling her face on her hands.
"You bastard." She sniffed, eyes blurred by the tears she was hit by a wave of guilt, regretting her actions and her plan of attack had been deflected. Angrily swatting them aside, she stood up and started walking after him, stepping over her Royal Woods hoodie.
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Back in the happy gathering, the family was enjoying their get together though for Lynn, it had been gotten boring quickly. Lana was an energetic ball of power but she couldn't even keep up with her due her young attention spawn; the fixer attention had shifted to annoy her twin with bugs that she found in the tree bark of their backyard, the pageant girl as soon as she saw her face twisting into a nasty smirk she screeched to keep them away from her as the pig tailed girl chased after her almost knocking Bobby to the ground; one accidently had fallen on Leni's hair sending the poor blonde shrieking catching the attention of Rita's and Lori's, chasing after her to not veil as an astonished Lynn looked on…she was extremely fast. Amusedly she laughed good heartily as Bobby, Lana, Lola joined the chase. The amusement died and with that she did her part, taking off running, going into a step dive against her legs.
"Hoot, hoot, hoot!" She tackled her, bringing the blonde down slightly which met the ground with a grunt.
"Get them away from me! I don't want them in my clothes!" She screamed, twisting around the ground getting her hair matted with leaves.
The Matriarch sighed sending Lana a death glare, knowing too well what was coming for her. "You don't have bugs on you! We've been trying to tell you for over ten minutes."
Lori looked her over. "You're fine Leni, you seriously need to stop spending so much time freaking out over nothing."
The jokester couldn't help herself. "Expending. That's expense taste... see what I did there? Get it?" As in cue, the collective groan happened though Leni laughed, brushing the leaves from her hair, feeling ridiculous and embarrassed extending a hand towards Lynn who immediately put her back on her feet.
Bobby walked next to his girlfriend shaking his head. "This is…"
"Insane?" Lynn offered with a smirk. "You kinda walked into that one when you got involved with us." She snorted, hitting the man on the ribs with her elbow teasingly, embarrassing the Latino who lighted up as Lori put her hand on his shoulder and squeezed offering him a smile.
"Well he sure picked well." They both sighed, joining hands and pecked their lips with a playful giggle coming off Lori's and suddenly Lynn was hit with a wave of envy that almost made her recoil with rage. Would the day come where Lincoln and she could do that in public without a problem? Without the added disgust? Probably if they moved to another continent but she stopped wandering, preferring to live in the present; Lucy's words coming back to her. The blonde had stayed still watching the reaction of her younger sister of the couple show of affection, she saw how she clenched her fists and turned around forcing a smile. This was certainly not a way that they should celebrate a union, short as it was; her heart went to her, immediately smiling in her direction.
"Can we play something while we wait? Something that all of us could do and won't kill us!" Leni asked. The family members nodded with agreement, liking the idea, minus the young scientist waiting in the sidelines, notebook in hand, eagerly waiting for the future 'source' of research material that was about to happen after the meal; with a small grin, she retired to her own lab to set up her machines.
Lynn was thankful for the interruption, nodding and wracking her brain to cater to the small crowd that surrounded her. Her face suddenly light up.
"Ya know…there might be something I could do 'bout that."
Corn Hole.
The game had been brought up by Pop-Pop last year in one of his rare visits. It was a game of another era, an era where they were barely getting off the witch hunt, where a tiny sneeze could kill you. It was also called bean bag toss. The game was fairly simply; two wood platforms with a hole in them were faced opposite at each other from a distance of ten feet...but where was the challenge in that? The brunette had set it up for thirty earning a glare from everyone. The idea was to toss the bag without crossing the imaginary line adjacent to your board, throwing the small beanbag into the hole earned you 3 points, landing the bag on the platform earned you 1 miserable point; the teams had to score 21 or more to win but they had modified it to play with their numbers, setting the winning streak at 71 with 4 members per side. Lynn stood over her side, with Lori, Leni and Lola while the other team consisted on Lucy, Luan, Lana and Luna, Bobby was looking from the sidelines, smiling in amusement.
Their mom had decided to go and relax with Lily, watching them set up the game but decided not to stick around, going inside the house.
Lynn looked over the other team and scoffed.
"Watch and learn amateurs." The Sportsgirl sighed while holding her bag, extending both of her hands, palms facing upwards then she went into a squat, extending her right leg all the way up, clapped twice and swapped legs. She was doing her lucky dance, she had already dunked the restroom and it was last attempt for things to go to her favor all while everyone looked exasperatedly.
"Throw the bag already!" Lola screamed.
And she did after whirling three times to the right; it slipped from her fingers smoothly, covering the distance in a few seconds and right into the hole.
"HA! Right in your faces! Team Lynn 3 points!" Her team jumped in excitement cheering for her sister as the sportsgirl crossed her arms with a challenging rise of her eyebrow.
"Not fair dude, you got the best in your team." Luna sighed as she took her turn, jumping slightly with a big step at the line and throwing it. The bag landed on top of the box, giving her team one point, for the sportsgirl it wasn't a big loss and was intrigued when Leni took the bag between her hands and did her own small dance, twirling with an impressive swirl of her legs, rotating three times right and scoring a perfect hit leaving everyone jaw's open.
"Woah!" Came the collective gasp of surprise, the blonde confusedly looked at the bag of sand that was just between her hands and now it was gone.
"Where's my bag?"
Lynn nodded approvingly, crossing her arms.
"You got a strong throwing arm Leni." She commented as she watched a wary Lana step into her turn.
"Not fair." She young blonde groaned, taking her bag and sighing.
Lucy shook her head. "Amateur sigh…do as I do…sigh."
Close to the Loud Household, Lincoln was walking at a brisk pace, completely agitated and grunting, wiping his blood soaked hands on his pants. He couldn't believe the nerve of her telling him such horrid things. Of all the shit that Ronalda 'Ronnie' Anne Santiago had done, this took the cake. How could she? He grunted in anger. How could she say so many horrible things? And of Lynn of all of those! His teeth were charring in fury at the mere thought. They had gone their separate ways in good terms, at least he had thought so, even going as far as setting a webcam just so they could speak when he missed her company and now that she was here he thought he was about to have a blast with a returning friend, but that wasn't the case. It was like she was a different person; Portland had changed her…but she wasn't the only one who had changed. Ever since Lynn was almost…raped, something had snapped inside of him, something had come loose; his anger had resurfaced in moments that were most uncalled for and for that, he gave the right to her but he wasn't going to forgive her for pulling something like that, trying to force him back in a relationship that had run its course like if he was an accessory to be put on.
His musings got cut short when he heard the pitter patter off fast approaching footsteps. Ronnie Anne was running and he stood his ground, changing his stance completely, eyes hardening as the panting Latina. He eyed her up with distrust, crossing his arms, wanting to get as far as possible from her not trusting himself in how things would play out but his feet didn't move from the spot.
"Something else you wanted to add, Ronalda?" He spat, looking aside, barely containing his rage.
The Latina took a deep whiff of air, facing Lincoln.
"I'm sorry."
He rolled his eyes at her predictability.
"Why should I accept your apology? You tried to force me into a relationship and you said those awful things." He said looking aside.
The Latina sighed. "I take it all back Lincoln…I guess I got jealous. Look…I just haven't been in my game ever since I moved out. I wanted for things to go back like they used to, simple times, simple minds…I thought you were my soul mate."
Lincoln turned to face her; his expression turning into a serious demeanor wasn't what she had expected to happen.
"Well I am not, not anymore. That's life Ronnie. Things change, get on with it." He said with unintended harshness.
Tears of shame began to well in her eyes, turning around so he couldn't see her, her heart clenching in barbed wire, to be protected from the savagery that he was showing her.
"But why Lincoln…why are you rejecting me? Say it. Say you got someone else you bastard!" She didn't want to give him up and for the second time of the day, she was fighting for him to stick around, in more ways than one.
"BECAUSE IM OVER YOU!" Lincoln screamed with more wrath than he intended, angrily smashing his foot on the ground, arms sweep over his head; his expression was wild and feral, something she had never seen on his face before. But instead of feeling afraid initially, now she felt…pity and a pit of anger in her stomach. What had taken for him to shatter his spirit? The transformation she had just witnessed left her speechless. The boy sighed, slumping against one of the fences of the houses they were passing by, cradling his face on his hands.
"Look Ronnie…I am tired of fighting, can we just please go home, eat and you'll be on your merry way?" His words woke up once more the fires of hell once more, this time not avoiding the burst of anger that came, shoving him backwards on the fence, smashing his palm on his chest making the boy to yelp in pain, his bruises flaring up with agony.
"Selfish asshole." It was not supposed to happen, never like this though it hadn't been the first time that her fist had met his face, never had it done in a malicious way. Her geared up fist went flying, striking him on the nose making the boy to growl in pain, his nose exploding on impact but as the second one that was coming, he rotated his torso, the punch swooning through the lack of target, slamming heavily on the wood wall. A scream tore off from her throat, letting him go, crawling her bruised hand on her lap. The boy growled in both pain and anger, barely repressing his rage to not rush her, just standing there, a hand shoving off the trail of blood aside, leaving his cheek stained, fist shaking as the Latina incorporated with a hiss from her lips.
He looked extremely furious and the mere sight of him, bleeding from his nose, fists clenched with blood trekking down his hands, he looked ready to kill and instead of feeling horrified at her actions, she was instead filled with hot rage. This wasn't the Lincoln Loud she remembered and if she had to pummel this one to get him to revert, she was going to. Squeezing her hands, she hissed, testing her hand for discomfort before she stood up completely, dropping into a fighting stance. Lincoln eyes widened slightly, looking for an exit but the only way was back; the Latina moved at the center of the trail, blocking his way in.
So this is how it was going to be? Lincoln sighed, crossing his arms.
"Why are you doing this?" He asked, forcing himself to quench his wrath, trembling under the strain of self-control.
"Because I hate losing and I am NOT letting you go that easily Loud until you see how good you're gonna get it…but if I got to make you understand the hard way." She grinned, showing her clenched teeth. "I'll be happy to oblige."
"And then you say that I act like Lynn, but unlike her, she's not a petty bitch." Admittedly, running his mouth for what he had heard other people say was a bad plan, but he couldn't help himself. He was at his limit controlling his anger.
His words took her off guard, shaking her to the core and waking her up from a long lethargic state. What…what he just called her?!
"Now you've done it. I'm going to show you why it's called tough love." She said, advancing with her fists raised as Lincoln looked, eyed widening.
Back in the game.
With their father calling out that the food was going to be ready in less than half an hour, they excitedly went back to their game. So far Team Lynn was going for 59 points and surprisingly Team Luna was at 51. Not that far away. Luan had the bag, squinting in concentration, staring at the target in hand, calculating her trajectory. The jokester wasn't very athletic but her body had always been lean, over the spawn of a year she had grown a couple of inches, her assets expanding and her body getting leaner and fit; it looked like she was going to be as voluptuous as Leni when she was fully grown. The brunette concentrated, tongue licking the edge of her steel braces. Her posture was like a pitcher about to throw a thousand miles throw, fingers twirling the small bag between her slender fingers. Lynn snickered at the seriousness of it and honestly? Who likes losing? Like an athlete she rotated her hips, jumped and swung her right leg forward, stopping in mid air with a surprised scream as Charles passed between her legs, Mr. Coconuts in his jaws, running to the other side of the fence, dragging the wooden puppet through the grass. Fighting to maintain her balance, the brunette was forced to jump in one leg but ultimately she lost to gravity, the bag flying off her hands landing on her butt with a pained grunt, the bag sailed at least thirty feet and into the other side of the fence, in between the house rear trail of Franklin Avenue.
"Mr. Coconuts!" Luan was on her feet in a second, screaming her way to Charles who saw her coming and took off running.
"Hey get back here! We got a game to finish the game!" The fixer screamed with a wave of her arms. "Now what?" She asked, pointing a thumb at the jokester chasing after Charles. "Can Bobby replace her?" The Latino was eagerly about to join but he was intercepted by the older Loud sibling.
The musician rolled her eyes. "C'mon man, I don't wanna lose due forfeit because we lost a band mate. Can we just continue later on? I'm starting to get hungry." Luna complained, rubbing a hand over her aching stomach, the others nodding between each other.
Lynn hummed in thought before shrugging nonchantly, her hands raised to shoulder level.
"I guess. Let me get that bag first though."
"Don't take too long though. We're famished." Lori added taking Bobby's hand before going back to the house with him in tow, the others following minus Luan who was so unaware to what was going on, still chasing Charles as he wagged his tail, having the time of his life.
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Minutes before Luan bag slipped, Lincoln stared at the advancing Ronnie Anne, a mixture of hesitation and anxiety crossing his face.
"I don't want to hurt you Ronnie Anne."
She sneered, taking a hold of his shirt, a fist raised and ready to unleash punishment.
"That's a shame, because that's all I wanna do."
As he prepared to defend himself, a fast flying object came into his vision before it slammed on the back of her head, sending the screaming Latina against his chest, the momentum carrying her off his body and she would have hit the floor if it wasn't for Lincoln catching her; even though she promised pain, he didn't have it in his heart to see her hurt, sitting down and lying her slowly against his legs, observing her head for wounds. There was a nasty bump against her head; it made him cringe, looking around to what had hit her, knitting his eyebrows at the small bag across his lap. He rolled it between his fingers, the six by six bag was sort of heavy. He was surprised that someone could launch it so far away and he wondered if the 'someone' in question was his girlfriend.
At the same time, Lynn grumbled to herself, going around the avenue to the trail in between houses, sighing and trying to spot the damn thing but was instead surprised to find Lincoln crawling an unconscious Ronnie Anne. She quickly approached them ignoring the jealously that sprang from deep within, spotting a yellowish bump on her head and the missing Corn Hole bag a few feet off Lincoln who was equally as surprised to see her.
His eyes softened as he locked eyes with her.
"What happened?" She asked with true concern, kneeling in front of them by now observing the remnants of the blood drips down his shirt. She snarled immediately her eyes shifted to the downed Latina, trying her best to stop listening to the urges that were telling her not to gauge her eyes out. Lincoln placated her fury placing his warm over hers, enough to made the urgent need of violence, her frustrations disappearing in a flash.
Lincoln at that time would've loved to spill the beans right there but that would probably would cause Ronnie Anne to die from blood lust. His expression turned sour before it soared away by an expression that she could tell it was fake, his left eyebrow flickering swiftly, a clear sign that he was about to lie, knowing his quirks intently.
He forced down a smile, staring at the unconscious Latina as she started to stir. Her eyes flickered open, groaning, her hands instantaneously grasping at her forehead.
"God, my head. What the hell happened?" She groggily asked, looking around, her head staring upwards at the concerned gaze of Lincoln but was riddled off her reverie as Lynn came into the picture.
"You…" She said, her eyes stabbing her with a look of hatred.
"Me?" The sports girl asked confusedly, wondering how the hell she just earned the ire of the Latina.
She slapped Lincoln hands away from her, standing up on shaky feet, her head a mass of confusion, groaning in the air and then suddenly lost her balance, propelling the white haired boy to help her again but she pointed a finger at him daring him to even touch her.
The siblings looked at each other, Lynn more confused than concerned by now.
Ronnie Anne suddenly cackled, slapping her knees hard as if just told the world's funniest joke, all the while brother and sister stared now more troubled.
"Are…are you okay Ronnie?" Lynn approached her cautiously, her lips cringing as her laughed got even louder than before.
In a move that astonished them both, Ronnie Anne stopped laughing, hugging them both taking them both by surprise. If they were confused by now they were astonished at her behavior; they stood there awkwardly, not even lifted their arms, the Latina shaking her head in amusement.
"You both are something else." Her eyes were closed, a silly giggle coming off her mouth, cringing at the disturbing behavior, they were both astonished when the Latina turned them around from their shoulders, taking them by their heads and smashing their cheeks together, grinning in amusement, pearly whites shining in the sun.
Neither resisted the contact with each other, Lincoln uncomfortably smiling at her sporty sister, whose cheeks had exploded in embarrassment, looking from Lincoln to the ground, hands brushing. If that only, it brought more amusement to Ronnie Anne who let them go; the siblings stayed rooted to their spot, welcoming the exchange of body heat but as she snickered, Lynn was the first to wake up from her surprise, pushing Lincoln away from her.
"Ronnie, what the fuck are you doing?"
The Latina's grin was starting to upset her, wanting nothing more than to slap her cheeks off her skull. Sensing that violence was about to come, Lincoln got in between them, the Latina disarming the moment starting to move on her own.
"Oh, nothing, nothing at all." She chuckled, walking through the trail, pillowing her hands behind her head. "I am starving, knowing your family Lincoln, you must fight for your share." Neither sibling saw as her lips trembled, trying her hardest not to break down from stress.
The craziness of the event left them confused, yet Lynn wanted an explanation.
"What's with her? She hit you? What in the hell Lincoln? Tell me right now why I shouldn't pulverize her" She said crossing her arms, clenched teeth showing through her angry visage.
His expression turned serious with a hint of anger and it stunned her enough to uncross her arms.
"I promise I will tell you everything tonight but for now…let's eat…I am…so hungry and tired." Looking around for any onlookers, he pecked her lips quieting anything she was about to say, her lips tingling in pleasure. He extended his hand and she took it, sighing in relaxation, laying her body close to his as they walked back to the house, thinking that for the short time they could be free from society's rules, sneaking a kiss that made the boy with the white hair blush; grinning Lynn attached to him, not planning to let him go until they reached their destination and maybe tonight, they could indulge with boy and girl time…
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The food was delicious. The aromas captivating and mouthwatering, the entire kitchen a buzz of activity with clanks of dishes passed through, Lynn Sr. presenting his wild boar, mouths watering at the sight of the juices running from its golden roasted color. Lynn had her tongue out, the butt of her knife and fork slamming against the table. The matriarch was about to protest for her utensils to be mistreated in such way but as the contagious attitude passed through she sighed, for once ignoring the ruckus and instead enjoying the silliness of the situation. Plates were passed through with smoking and sizzling meat with their house salad and plentiful sweet tea to drink but still Ronnie Anne fork played around with her food, not in her right mind to eat, occasionally munching a piece here and there. As expected, Bobby had almost exploded when he saw the bump on her head and was even more in shock as Lincoln walked with Lynn; his wounds had reopened badly and it looked like he had one more addition to them, dried blood smeared on his orange shirt from his nose. The predatory and accusatory glare that Lori projected terrified the Latina, almost pissing herself in the spot and it was only by the scream of Rita Loud and the surprised gasp of the other siblings that appeased her fury, but by the way her fists were shaking, this wasn't over…not ever by a long shot. The white haired boy had been forced to enter their restroom and rebandaged and even though he insisted he was completely fine, his pained grunts said otherwise.
The sporty girl had been questioned by Lori and she just told her that she encountered them like that, battered to hell already but there was a glint in Lori's eye, something like certain recognition. As Lynn Sr. called for the meal to be ready, they were all forced to attend and as everyone sat down, the questions flew from Lana and it all snowballed from there.
Lincoln was still awkward as he stammered a lame excuse how both had fell down a hill rise and that's why they were so banged up; she hated the fact that after all the shit that she had pulled and said, Lincoln still found it in his heart to look over her and that make her feel like absolute shit, deep shame coursing through her heart, regretting every action and word that had come from her, it didn't help that Lynn was staring at her intently, her fork stabbing at the cooked pork with more than intended force, knife twirling in her hand, chewing loudly but not enough to catch the attention of the Matriarch, just imagining what she could be doing to her if none of the adults were around. From under the table at the other side, Lincoln feet brushed against hers, a worrisome expression on his face. Lynn swallowed her food and brushed her foot against his earning a smile from the boy as he ate with gusto.
Their feet stayed joined through the meal and it felt good, it was to be their only secret.
After the meal, the situation with Ronnie Anne had left Lincoln drained so when Lori and Bobby announced that they would leave in just half an hour, Lincoln didn't even react and if only, Ronnie Anne looked to be in the same state as him; with her nervous breakdown, she even looked eager to leave, trying to prepare herself for what was about to come and dealing with the broken dishes and back to her joyful solitude.
Lily as if sensing that a separation was imminent, latched to Lori, crying openly.
"Ugh, love, probably give me some more time, Lily doesn't want to let go." The apologetic smile was met with a chuckle from Bobby.
"I know how it is. I'll get the car ready. Ron-Ron, wanna hang around while I make sure we got everything we need?"
"Sure." She said out of politeness, sitting on the couch, trying her best to stay still but was forced to intervene as the twins fought for her attention. Back in the car Bobby was checking his oil level when he felt a tug at his shirt. Turning around with oiled rag in hand he gazed at Lincoln, smiling at the white haired boy.
"Sup dude?"
"I really have to thank you for everything you've done since you arrived at our lives Bobby; I know we aren't as close as we used to be when we hung."
The Latino was touched, placing the dipstick back into the car; he wiped his hands on the rag and sat it on the engine bay of his clunker car.
"I am glad you feel this way, those are some good vibes you got there my man, and I really love your sister."
Lincoln smiled slightly but as it fell, the Latino lifted an eyebrow at the shift of his expression and stance.
"That's one of the things I wanted to talk to you about…your attention might be on my sister but Ronnie Anne needs some attention as well. She…she's going through some tough times."
Bobby sighed. "It's just, every single time I try to try and make her open she just lashes out and immediately asks to b left alone, she isn't even hanging around her friends that much, preferring to study. It's a hard nut to crack dude and neither my mom can't get her to open. It's like she's depressed. Mom and I had talked to let her see a therapist but…"He sighed. "You know how she would react."
Lincoln rolled his eyes. "She would get even madder. She would probably think you're calling her a mad hatter."
"A-yup." The Latino nodded. "Maybe that's what we need, a family intervention and try to convince her. Maybe mom was too harsh on her, but she worries my man, she wants the very best for her but this punishment had make her change and I worry."
"I worry too." Lincoln admitted, though his worries were also mixed with the remnants of his rightful anger and disbelief. "Just promise me that you will get her everything she needs."
He grinned. "We'll try our best." They both high fived each other, going back to the house by now getting annoyed at being in this nuthouse and wanting to leave badly.
The Matriarch had pacified Lily, by now the entire family gathered around Lori, Bobby and Ronnie.
"Ready?" The Latino asked.
The Latina shook her head. "Let's scram." She turned to the family gathered, nodding her head politely. "Thanks for the meal and the hospitality and I hope we see each other again."
"Every time honey, we all miss you here." Rita smiled bringing some comfort to the Latina.
"Sadly with you gone, you're butting some jokes off." Luan grinned earning a chuckle from Ronnie Anne.
The Musician gave her a fist bump.
"Happy notes dude."
Strangely, the small scientist was missing from it but everyone heard the toilet being flushed several times.
The goodbyes had been hard to deal with as always when Lori was involved. Who could have thought that after her 'reign of terror' had ended, as Luan put it, everyone would be so eager to hug her tight, the twins resisting the urge to cry though this time. The last to hug her was Lincoln together with Lynn.
"And you two, try to stay out of trouble. Next time, I'll take you guys out, I'll get some time off in some weeks. This is Lori Loud, signing off for the day." She grinned imitating Luna earning a contagious laugh between everyone, though her eyes were still on Ronnie Anne who had stayed silent, behind Bobby, fidgeting.
Minutes later the car started and they were on their way, the family waving at her.
In the car, Lori gazed at Ronnie Anne, looking out of the window, lost in her own thoughts. Bobby put a hand on hers, squeezing it slightly with a worried expression on his face, his eyes flickering between her sister on the rear view mirror and then back at his girlfriend. Whatever was on her mind, it could wait, understanding the seriousness of the situation.
"Where's your hoodie Ron-Ron?" Bobby asked, Ronnie Anne sighing inwardly…this was going to be a long and awkward trip to Portland.
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Lincoln stayed until the car disappeared from his sight, turning around back to the Loud residence, catching the rest of the siblings as they helped mom and dad to clean the kitchen; the Matriarch looked at the haggard state of her son and just motioned upstairs, for once letting him off the hook; Lincoln smiled, blowing a kiss at her, the Matriarch smiled.. He didn't feel like being around anyone right now, other than his thoughts and that got Lynn worried, observing the lethargic way he was acting, immediately knowing that this was the fault of Ronnie Anne, for now she would give him space. Gazing at her left, the Goth nodded at her, reading into the situation quite well.
As they dried dishes together, Lucy looked upstairs before looking at her.
"He needs his space. Do not pressure him or explode on him."
The sportsgirl nodded a solemn expression on her face. The family looked at her oddly at the strange attitude rather than the cocky expression and the challenge of drying dishes faster than everyone else. With so many events happening at the same time, many decided to let it go and give her the space she looked like she needed, not even the animals of the Loud Residence asking for her attention.
Upstairs, the snow colored boy was sitting on his underwear wearing his 3d glasses, enjoying the tridimensional comic in its entire splendor, taking his sweet time to drink every detail page by page. As on cue, his Ace Savvy radio cracked to life.
"Commander Snow, Commander Snow, this is Space Captain Deuce. Come in." Lincoln grinned, laughing to himself.
"This is Commander Snow." He decided to humor him for old time sake.
"Lincoln!" The excited voice of Clyde resounded through his room, almost taking his ear off. "I've been trying to contact you for the last days. Where have you been?"
Lincoln immediately felt bad at his tone, his heart going to his best friend.
From the other side of the line, Clyde heard a deep sigh, his eyes jumping in worriedness. He only did it when he was in deep pain or he was into another existential rut. "Are you okay Lincoln?"
"No Clyde…I…I am not okay." He said into the radio, tracing his scar behind his bandage. "Lots of stuff happened…I…" He almost broke down crying after the constant onslaught that life had thrown in his lap but he sighed, seeing that it also brought him the comfort of revealing his secret feelings that he had harbored for some long and returned by his older sister, now his girlfriend.
"I can tell my parents to drop me off, this sounds like an emergency."
"Not today Clyde."
The boy was visually pained by his answer.
"Tomorrow? How much junk food are we speaking about?"
Lincoln smiled. "Lots…I got a lot to tell you buddy. I don't know even where to start. And no Clyde, Dr. Lopez won't be necessary in this situation, at least. I think so, this time."
Clyde smiled from his end. "We'll see about that, tomorrow at the park?"
Lincoln sighed, a tad of his anger returning as his memories solidified once more about what had had happened with Ronnie Anne but he had no choice, it was their most visited place.
"Sure. Let's eat at Spunk'E'Pigeon. That pizza goodness has my name of it…and better yet. My treat, I got lots of money saved up."
"Gladly! See you tomorrow Commander Snow, this is Space Captain Deuce signing out! Good night!"
"Night Clyde." He laughed, his spirits lifted for the day, putting his radio aside and going back to the excitement adventures of Ace Savvy in space in 3D.
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Hours later after a refreshing shower, Lynn was back in her room dressed in a white sleeveless shirt and red shorts with nothing else, reading a sports magazine, currently reading an article about the famous boxer Mike Tyson boxing license being suspended and charged lotsa money after biting off his opponent Evander Holyfield', which was horseshit; it had been the most brutal fight she had ever witnessed and it wasn't fair that her favorite boxer was being punished, even though his methods had been unorthodox. The Goth was back at her bed, seemingly reading another of her depressive books, but in reality, she was reading a new book that had come to the attention of the ready club, it was a book about wizards, called Harry Potter and the sorcerer stone; so far the book had been mostly sad and tyrannical events that almost let it put it down, seeking a break from her usual habits, but as she continued, it had gotten…happier and that made her feel elated to continue, almost eating through half of it in such a short amount of time; it did captivated her attention but it was enough for now, not wanting to let it end so soon. She marked her page with the cutout of a plastic dark rose, placing it on her nightstand, looking at her sister, flickering through a magazine; her expression was of a lost puppy, strangely silent.
Lucy assumed that being this late, close to ten o clock at night. It would be enough for her sporty sister to sneak back to her 'price charming'. She eased up the wave of abhorrence that came with that thought, hopefully it would go away at a lesser rate if they both did their part.
"Lynn." She called out for her, making the brunette to jump slightly in surprise.
"Y-yeah?"
"It is time." She said, her digit slowly extending towards their alarm clock. "Perhaps, it would be a good time to go to him."
Lynn blinked, looking between her and the alarm clock, sighing.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" She asked, timidly, perhaps more in tune with her emotions after the roller coaster that had happened in such a short amount of days.
"I miss you Lynn." The Goth looked aside, revealing her inner feelings, the sportsgirl eyes widening. "But I did promise."
The brunette was touched. "I…you've done enough Luce, maybe I dunno, we could do something together. Maybe like a movie of your liking?"
Lucy smiled slightly, a clear sign she was more than pleased, liking how Lynn was trying her best to do something out of the comfort zone in order to bring them closer…but perhaps it was time to reveal one of most safeguarded secrets, it would be only fair after all.
"It would be acceptable…now…go, though…you should really make it before sunrise, it would be best to avoid suspicions and it should be an habit by now. From what I've gathered when you've gone with Lincoln, your early habits go out the window."
Lynn was about to protest but she was like always right…Lincoln had an aura that pulled her in, making feel so safe, loved and welcomed that she completely felt like a different person as she nuzzled his hair, falling asleep in his arms, completely forgetting about her early morning habit. Perhaps to keep appearances, she would have to get up earlier, even if her body missed his warm and comfort.
Nodding at the Goth, she slung her long legs off the bed, looking at Lucy one more time.
"You have no idea how happy I am that you're a sister I can confide in."
The pale girl blushed, looking aside. "I will see you tomorrow Lynn."
Biting her lips and in a Un-Lynn, she hugged the Goth, earning a gasp from her but she quickly returned the hug, her blush deepening.
"Night, have spooky dreams."
"Heh." The Goth chuckled, watching Lynn until she quietly slipped off their room, throwing a wink to the Goth before she closed the door quietly behind her. Two doors down her objective was in sight. With no toys in sight or any other object that could hinder her mission, she sighed, preparing herself, not even knocking as she opened her brofriend door. She was met with Lincoln in his red victory undies looking at the ceiling, his shocked eyes staring at her; she gave him a wide smirk entering the room and closing the door behind her, Lincoln blushing heavily, fighting his way into his bed comforter. It seemed that in the spawn of a year he finally got self-conscious to half expose himself to everyone but Lynn was elated at almost looking at him naked, awakening a wave of heat in her cunny. In the light that was coming from his lamp, she saw the contours of his growing muscles and her eyes would be hungrily tracing the sharp edges from his half naked body if he hadn't spoken.
"Can I bunk with you tonight? I mean…sure there's not a problem." Her eyebrow rose in a questioning manner, asking his permission knowing full well how he was feeling.
Gathering his courage, the snow hair colored boy gulped.
"You and Lucy had another fight?"
She undid her pony tail, letting her locks cascade down her shoulders, noticing how his eyes traced the curves of her body, the sleeveless shirt tight against her body and her shorts were not helping manners. Her well-toned legs seemed to call him, the skin looking inviting and ready to be touched. She cleared her throat.
"My eyes are up here Casanova." She smirked as he looked aside, blushing. "And no…I just missed being in your room with you."
"Just…just to sleep?"
His answer was an amused roll of her eyes.
His inhibitions were cut short, smiling widely at her. "Hop in." If it wasn't so late and trying to sneak around him, she would've taken his heart and actually hop on his bed, but this would have to suffice, he thought as he turned his lamp. The brunette smiled, sitting on his bed and getting comfortable before her long legs swung on it, taking his comforter and lifting it, exposing his body sideways. She eyed him up, with a raised eyebrow, grabbing his second pillow and cupped his privates with it, not hard, but slowly and firmly enough to cup his bulge with it, Lincoln gasping with a disbelieving tone.
"Or does sleeping with me give you any funny thoughts?" She teased, with a shit eating grin. Lynn cackled as his eyes widened even further, by now trying to finger the pillow away from his privates, being victorious when instead of taking a hold of the pillow, he placed his hand on her hand, the warmth immediately spreading to her body.
"…Lynn please, don't do that." He implored, throwing her an annoyed look, though secretly she had woken his dormant libido and her meager nightwear wasn't helping his case. She just chose to chuckle, placing the pillow back on her bed, resisting the odd thought that came to her about taking a deep whiff where his penis had contact with the pillow. As his eyes locked with hers, he couldn't avoid a wave of happiness to go through him; the warmth that his gaze held for her spoke volumes about how he really felt about her. Wrapping her arms around his body, she pulled him close against her chest, cradling his head against the nap of her neck, the boy automatically sighing in relaxation, filling loved and save; her natural fragrance and the smell of her soft and rosy skin hitting the boy with the realization that he was exhausted and was more than ready to fall to the veil of sleep, before he felt his face being tilted upwards.
Warmth doe eyes met his gaze, his eyes getting half lidded, the world once more tilting on its axis and with it, the feeling of her burning lips against his own woke him up, in more ways than one. Moaning she laughed smacking him on the chest.
"C'mon Linc, it was just a little smooch. No need to get like a skyscraper."
He moaned in embarrassment, resisting the urge to get off his room to smash his face against the wall in pure frustration. Sensing his discomfort, she brought her right leg around his, earning back his attention, to his great chagrin.
"Let's just sleep okay? We can have that wonderful boy and girl time later…as well to tell me what happened today with Santiago…"
That wasn't a maybe, it was an order and he was more than happy to oblige but not tonight. They settled down calmly on the bed, sighing in relaxation, both smiling and pecking softly, tenderly and lovingly with no more exchange of heated up touches, even if they were both aching with need for each other, they controlled their urges, the time not appropriated for it.
"Night Linc."
"Goodnight precious."
Her eyes widened slightly at the nickname, promising herself that she would too find out what nicknames he would like, but not tonight.
The lovers smiled at each other before their eyes dropped in a depth sleep, safe and loved in each other arms.
Across the hall, Leni had stared in the direction of her brother's room while she sat on her bed, deep in thought about today's events and while the storm had eased up, another one was starting and this time, the maelstrom of emotions shared wouldn't stop. She only wished that at least for today, the lovers could find peace and with that thought, she slept peacefully through the turbulent night.
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A/N: I know what you're thinking, another fic who demonizes Ronnie Anne and is placed as one of the villains in this fic? The real villain in this fic is life itself and its because as explained here, she is extremely depressed and as shown, she had mental collapse with Lincoln due to it, he was the last safety net in her life from the madness that is trying to take her apart but things will get better! I already got a clear idea of what's going to transpire and as I promised in this one…it's lemon time!
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