NOTE: The type of football they're playing is four on four. Bear that in mind.
BOOM!
"Well done, soldier! Now the alien menace shall be stop thanks to you!" The general praised, shot a thumbs up. Lincoln smiled once more after beating after another video game. He always thank a fine piece of art like a video game to break the bland repetitiveness of life. Although, he would love to have someone to share it with. Someone with similar interests in this household but sadly, he's gone right now.
"Well, that's another game over and out. Don't get me wrong, I like to beat a video game with my mad skills but overtime, it would be better with someone to share the experience with," Lincoln explained, sighing sadly. T.K. has been spending more time with Lynn, playing football with her every Saturday. Lincoln was cool with it at first, giving him a chance to catch up with his own things and not be a potential punching bag for Lynn; however, kinda misses him. "Oh well, at least that they were having fun."
CRASH!
Lincoln jumped at the door busting out with T.K. and Lynn sprinting through, whooping and hollering. They were both decked out in own street football gear. "Yeaaah! Another win for Lynnsanity and Terror Khan!" Lynn cheered, tossing the football up and down.
"Yeah, I can still remember the teenager that I ran over! His look was friggin' priceless!" T.K. cackled, wiping the tear away from his eye.
Lincoln cleared his throat, "Ahem. Uh, hey guys! Win another game?" It couldn't hurt to be nice. Besides, what good of him to ruin the happy mood?
"Hey, Link and yeah, we did. You should of seen the squad out there. We were making plays, tackling losers, and taking names. Didn't think that T here would remember any of his skills back when he was eight but he did!" Lynn answered, patting the dreadhead on his back proudly.
T.K. shrugged, "Eh, some of the things you learn tend to stick with you. Besides, I don't deserve all the credit. You had your fair share of moves yourself, chica." He gave her a little boop on the nose, causing her to giggle.
"Awww, thank bro!" Lynn gushed, putting him in a soft headlock. The two playfully battled for dominance.
"Anyway, T.K., wanna play some video games with me? I'm going for five in a weekend," Lincoln informed with a wide grin.
The two stop and looked over the snow haired boy. "Well, I was gonna take a shower and go take a nap afterwards. How about later?" T.K. responded, letting Lynn go from his noogie. Lincoln groaned from the answer. Again, with this? He was getting the same shtick from T.K. and he's getting very sick of it.
"Ugh, nevermind," Lincoln muttered, resuming his game with a frown. T.K. and Lynn gave each other concerned looks before going separate ways.
Four hours later…
KNOCK! KNOCK!
T.K. rubbed his eyes as he pulled the comforter off of him. Oh well, so much for sleeping throughout the night. He lumbered up the stairs and opened the door. It was Lincoln, who had a game controller, "Hey, T. Game session?"
T.K. nodded, "Sure, let me set up the game." He let Lincoln in and the two head down the basement. The skater booted up the console and chose the game to play. Lincoln decided to made some conversation.
"So, Clyde and I was having a Desert Storm marathon on next Saturday. You wanna come? I heard that Gerald's making white chocolate fondue." Lincoln insisted, knowing one of T.K.'s favorite delicacies.
T.K. gave a wary look, "Crap, with the cheesecake bites too? Ugh, I would love to but I'm playing another game with Lynn. We are trying to go on a nine game winning streak." At this, Lincoln groaned. Football, football, football! That's all he would ever say! He already played enough when he was eight so why he was still yammering on about football?!
The groan didn't go unnoticed by T.K., "Is there something wrong about that, Linc?" He raised an eyebrow slowly.
"No, there's nothing wrong about that? Who said that there something wrong about that, T.K.?!" Lincoln questioned defensively. Clearly, he letting his answer get to him. Lily could point that out herself.
T.K. rolled his eyes, "Well, apparently you are for whatever reason." He thought to himself before his eyes widening in realization. "Wait, are you jealous of Lynn spendin' time with me?"
"NO!" Lincoln responded quickly, making T.K. even more confused. "…I mean no. What makes you think that?!"
"Well, your mouth and eyes is sayin' no but your body language is say-," T.K. began flatly.
"No also!" Lincoln snarled. He's not jealous! T.K.'s in the wrong, not him! Why can't he just see that!? Football has claimed another one and it was his brother.
T.K. put his hand on Lincoln's shoulder, "Lincoln, look, I just come over after th-"
"You know what, just forget it, T.K.!" Lincoln snapped, tossing his hand away. He stomped away and up the stairs, leaving T.K. very confused and now concerned.
"What was that about?" T.K. asked the reader. He quickly followed him. "Lincoln, wait, we ain't done here!" However, Lincoln was already upstairs, ignoring his demands. The girls were watching T.V. but they swiveled their heads to the boys' argument.
"Is everything ok, T.K.?" Lori pried, frowning with eyebrows curved downward. The other girls gave worried looks as well.
"I, uh, I don't know," T.K. shrugged. He decided to let go the argument for now as he walked back down to his basement. The two boys had a excellent relationship because of obvious reasons. It was unlike for either two to be at each other throats for a very serious reason. Any argument would usually be over video games, cartoons, etc.
Lynn decided to go up and talk with Lincoln herself. She hopped off the couch and headed upstairs to his room. Knocking on the door, she awaited his answer. "Linc? It's Lynn. Open up, bro."
"GO AWAY! Besides, you only came here to gloat like you always do!" Lincoln responded harshly. He wasn't wrong there. Lynn, if left unchecked, could showboat with the best of them; however, thanks to Lincoln and the others, she took it down a notch. The sporty tomboy refused to give in.
"What are you talking about, dummy!? I've grew outta that weeks ago! Just open the door! There's CLEARLY something bothering you!" Lynn punctuated, turning the knob rapidly.
"I SAID NO!" Lincoln screamed. Growling herself, Lynn reared back her foot and…
BANG! WHOOSH! THUD!
Lincoln jumped from the intrusion with a shocked squeal before standing in place. "Oh, I forgot that you could do that." He always underestimated her strength considering her size. The boy could hoped to have her power one day.
"That's what exercising gets ya," Lynn gloated, rubbing her knuckles on her chest. With that done, she now had to play big sister, "Now, Lincoln, what's wrong with you? You and T.K. rarely get into fights like that."
The fire in Lincoln's gut was about to rise before he could quell the anger induced flames. "Nothing, alright? We just had a disagreement."
Lynn arched an eyebrow and placed one hand on her hip, "That was more than a disagreement, bro." Her lips curved down in worry. "Seriously, Lincoln. What's wrong?"
The pit of hot anger boiled in Lincoln's gut, "What it to ya all of the sudden!? It isn't like for you of all people to care for anyone else!"
Lynn was baffled to say the least. "Lincoln, are you heari-"
Lincoln wasn't having it. He began to push her out of his room, "No, YOU hear ME out! Finally, I have a brother that I would love to spend time with me but YOU would just butt in like you always do and yank him away!" With a final shove, Lynn was out, "I hope you got what you wanted." If she want T.K., then she can have him for all he care. It just wasn't fair!
"Lincoln, T.K. came up to me an-"
THUD!
Lincoln didn't even let her finish as he shut the door in vile hatred. With a keen ear, Lynn heard Lincoln push his dresser in front of the door. "Lincoln…" Lynn sighed before heading downstairs.
One week later…
The snow haired boy has been avoiding T.K. and Lynn like the plague for seven days now. Whenever either two tried to make plans for him, Lincoln would just ignore them both and go about his business. Who did they think they're trying to ask for him to join in whatever after the mess they pull?! Lincoln rounded the corner that let to Clyde's house. He can always count on his ACTUAL best friend to help him out. Lincoln stepped to the door.
DING DONG!
The door opened up to Clyde, wearing a Desert Storm t shirt, "Hey, Lincoln! Ready for this awesome marathon?!"
Lincoln grinned before ripping off his polo shirt to reveal his own Desert Storm t shirt, "You know it, pal!"
"It stinks that T.K. couldn't make it," Clyde pointed out with a hint of sadness.
Lincoln scoffed, "Who needs him? Now, come on! We're wasting daylight." He walked past Clyde, who was confused at his attitude towards T.K. This isn't like Lincoln to react like that. Something must be up.
"Yeah, uh, well let me turn on the T.V.," Clyde motioned, sitting on the couch and turning on the show. Lincoln followed quickly as the two began the marathon.
Five minutes later…
"Ahh, isn't this great, Clyde? You and me, together watching an awesome show like two best friends would!" Lincoln spoke, mouth curved into a hearty grin. Relaxing on a comfy couch, snacks as far as the eye can see, and one of the best shows is having a seven hour marathon. Nothing can break this great time. NOTHING!
Clyde nodded, unsure of Lincoln's recent behavior. "Uh huh. Say, man, is something going on at your house between you and T.K.? Just wondering."
"It's nothing! …Um, nothing. Nothing at all. Why?" Lincoln pried, worry about where the conversation is going. Not Clyde too. Maybe he could convince him otherwise.
"Uh huh," Clyde responded, turning towards Lincoln with a steely gaze. Lincoln sweat dropped; this is what the bespectacled boy does when he is blatantly hiding something from him. All Lincoln has to do is to act natural. Yep, act perfectly natural.
"Seriously? The stare? Come on, Clyde! Nothing is wrong back at home," Lincoln insisted, waving his arms dismissively. Why was Clyde making such a big deal outta this?! Ever so persistent, Clyde hardened his stare, leaned a bit forward, and Lincoln scooted back to get away from him. "Quit it, Clyde!" Lincoln demanded, furrowing his brows. At his peak, Clyde gave his very best and Lincoln finally cracked.
"Alright, just stop it! I'll explain everything," Lincoln begged, blocking his face with his arms. Damn you Clyde and your stare. Damn you both to Hell! Victorious, Clyde let out a small grin.
"Thanks, bud. Now, I'm all ears," Clyde informed with a smile. Nodding, Lincoln began to recall the events of last week.
Ten minutes later…
Having heard Lincoln's side of the story, Clyde slowly nod in thought. "Hmmm, I'll be honest dude. You kinda sound like a brat. This reminds of the time that you became jealous of me spending time with your sisters," Lincoln frowned at that declaration; however, Clyde was hitting the nail on the head. He just couldn't shake that jealousy off of him even if he could try.
"Gee, thanks, Clyde. You are a SWELL pal," Lincoln quipped, betraying his statement with an eye roll.
"Look just hear me out. Didn't you used to play football a while ago?" Clyde recalled, tilting his head.
Lincoln rolled his eyes yet again, "Yeah, how could I forget the time that mom signed me up without my permission and it ended up with me being chased outta the field." It took the boy a half hour to finally lose his raging mob of a team. Although, he had to deal with the constant jeers and insults for a while after.
"Again, you scored a touchdown for the other team, and you had Lynn play for you for most of the season," Clyde mentioned knowingly.
Lincoln groaned in annoyance, "Clyde!"
"Sorry, I'll stop. Now, would this jealousy of yours have something to do with the fact about you hating football? Because you asked Lynn to give you a hand so she can't be the reason." Clyde questioned.
Lincoln thought to himself. Maybe Clyde's right. He did hear T.K. attempted to said that he asked Lynn to play football so she really not much of a suspect anymore. He just sick of them both talking about it constantly for the past few weeks. Then again, Lincoln put himself in that position from his own mishap, causing him to slowly resent the game. "Hmm, maybe you on to something. I've really haven't given the game a chance at all because of my laziness."
"Well, it's never too late to turn over a leaf, man," Clyde advised, rubbing his back with a warm smile. Lincoln's own mouth curved upward in response.
"You're right. I am acting like a jerk; furthermore, I may consider giving football another try," Lincoln boasted eagerly.
Clyde raised an eyebrow, "So what's stopping you, Linc?"
"I have to apologize to Lynn and T.K. …And this marathon of course," Lincoln replied with a sheepish grin. Rolling his eyes amusingly, Clyde resumed the marathon along with Lincoln.
Later that night…
T.K. was relaxing after another glorious win at the park with Lynn. The two were unstoppable but it felt bittersweet due to the way that Lincoln has treated them both for the last week. Normally, the dreadhead would just let the fire simmer down but he couldn't for the life of him nor Lynn figure out what's up with Lincoln. Sighing, he took off his headphones, "Lincoln, I don't know what's going on with you but if you don't tell me soon, I'ma-"
KNOCK! KNOCK!
Hopping out of bed, the boy walked upstairs and answered the door. Lincoln was there, looking down at the ground. Speak of the devil and he'll shall come. "What do you want?" T.K. pried, lightly glaring at him.
Lincoln rubbed his arm, "I, uh, heard that you and Lynn won again so congr-"
"Cut the bull, Lincoln. What?!" T.K. interrupted, clutching the doorway in frustration. Lincoln sighed before facing him. Might as well get this over with. Just say it Lincoln!
"I'm sorry ok? I've let my jealousy get the better of me and I just unleashed it on you and Lynn. I really didn't mean it, ok? It just builds up overtime, you know. Are we cool?" Lincoln asked with a nervous frown. T.K. studied the white haired boy, searching for anything misleading to only find nothing. Nodding, T.K. leaned against the doorway.
"Yeah, we're good," T.K. smiled lightly. Smiling as well, Lincoln gave the smaller boy a tight hug. T.K. let out a sharp hiss from this. Noticing, Lincoln let him go with a embarrassed grin.
"Oops, sorry…again. Forgot that you aren't that much of a hugger," Lincoln apologized, rubbing the back of his head.
T.K. waved a dismissive arm, "No, no. It's fine. I'm just sore from earlier." At this, Lincoln gave a bright smile. Now, for the big question.
"That reminds me. Can I play?" Lincoln asked.
T.K. nodded, "Sure, lemme get the console booted up and we-"
Lincoln waved his arms in front of him rapidly, "Nononono, T.K. Not video games. Football." T.K. didn't see this coming. The dreadhead raised his eyebrows at Lincoln in surprise.
"Que?" T.K. responded, eyes widening. Are his ears deceiving him? Is Lincoln really asking him something else?
Lincoln crossed his arms and gave a determined smile, "You heard me. I want to play football." Still in shock, T.K. placed the back of his hand on Lincoln's forehand.
"Boy, is you sick?! You want to play football?" T.K. repeated, letting his hand drop. Lincoln smiled on and nodded. Well, this is a weird development but good one nonetheless.
"Yep, I wanted to see what all is the big deal about it. Also, I needed the exercise. I mean, look at me," Lincoln joked, pointing to his lanky body. He and T.K. shared a nice laugh at the self deprecation. It was true that Lincoln could stand to lift every once in a while but video games man; they are fun, knowledgeable, and you will not break a sweat unless you one of those try hards.
"Alright, you convinced me, Snowcap. On one condition though, Lynn told me about your attempt to weasel out of the football games. I hope that you won't pull that mess this time around," T.K. warned with a wary look. One side, T.K. wanted see Lincoln out on the field but the other side would give him no trouble if he decides to back out; however, it isn't up to him. Lincoln thought long and hard about this. He looked back at T.K. while dropping the smile but keeping the passionate look.
"You won't see none of that, T. I promise," Lincoln reinforced with a small nod.
Smiling, T.K. gave him a pat on the back, "My man! Now, this calls for an montage!"
"…Wait, wh-"
MONTAGE!
T.K. stood at the one end of the backyard with a stopwatch while Lincoln stood at the opposite, crouching down in position. With a blow of his whistle, T.K. signaled Lincoln to go. The white haired boy leaped out of the gate, sprinting as hard as he can. Quickly, he felt himself becoming very tired before coming to a stop. Panting, he finally finished the dash. He looked towards T.K. with a hopeful look but the dreadhead could only shake his head with a frown.
Punting practice…
T.K. set the ball on the kicking tee. He stepped back into position before running and giving the ball a great kick. The pigskin flew far and high as Lincoln tried to follow it. The sun shone brightly, blinding him as he lost sight of the ball. Unknowingly, the football came closer and closer to Lincoln until…
WHACK!
T.K. winced from the impact as Lincoln toppled over to the ground. Rushing quickly, T.K. went to help his brother. Lynn popped her head out of the window to the boys' antics. "T.K.? What's going on?"
T.K. grabbed Lincoln to help him up. He looked back towards Lynn, "Uh, helping Lincoln practice. No worries, I got it." Tilting her head in confusion, Lynn zipped back in the house. Seconds later, she came out to the backyard.
"You're doing what now?" Lynn asked once more. T.K. propped Lincoln onto the big tree.
"Lincoln. He wanted to join us on Saturday so I'm helpin' him train," T.K. replied.
Unconvinced, Lynn raised an eyebrow, "Oh, is that so?" She looked towards Lincoln, who was now coming to. "What's with the sudden change?"
Lincoln avoided her gaze, "Well, I just want to see what it was about. And…I'm sorry." At this, Lynn softened her gaze.
"What?"
Lincoln finally worked up the courage to look at her. "I'm sorry. I was seriously in the wrong when I snapped at you. You were just a bystander in all of this. If you don't forgive me then I understand. I am just letting you know." He won't let a silly thing like football nor siblings cause the dark pit that is referred to jealously to swell up again. Meanwhile, Lynn was digesting everything that was spelt to her.
Opening her eyes, she gave a small but warm smile, "Apology accepted, bro." She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a crushing hug. T.K. smiled at this with tears silently forming in his eyes. She let go and gives a confident look, "Now, let me lend you a hand, Linc."
RESUME MONTAGE!
Over the week, Lincoln has been slowly improving his skills: he made faster times, he was catching the ball, he learned how to juke and spin, and his lackluster stamina was steadily growing. Lynn and T.K. both agreed that Lincoln would be best suited as a wide receiver. This was mainly to the boy being constantly on the move in the house, making sure that everything was right as rain, and his long legs.
One week later…
The three met up in the living room on Saturday morning, suited and booted for the game at the park. Lincoln was happy that he able to spend time with T.K. and Lynn once more. He wore one of Lynn's old shoulder pads over an orange t shirt with dark grey sweatpants. Black gloves covered his hands to help him to catch the ball easier. Even though they helped him through each step of training, he felt nervous due to him NEVER playing football in a single day in his life. He looked over to T.K., was wearing his tank top but with black sport shorts and cleats. "Uh, T.K.? Where are your pads?"
T.K. waved his arm, "Eh, I don't need 'em. When you took numerous amounts of hits in the games that I played, you become numb to the pain."
"Yeah, bro. If he says that he doesn't need them, then he doesn't need them. Now, are you ready?" Lynn prodded with a grin.
Lincoln nodded with a small frown, "Yeah. Just a bit nervous. That's all. I just don't wanna mess up your guys' streak." He wasn't wrong there. Although, he wasn't afraid of T.K. taking it. He was more afraid of Lynn due her personality. You think that he'll be used to this by now.
"Linc, take a deep breath whenever you need to. Now, on the field, just remember every step that we went over during the past week. Got it?" T.K. reminded knowingly. Lincoln nodded with a small smile.
"Oh, yeah. Also count to ten too. That helps majorly!" Lynn added.
Lincoln's smile grew bigger, "Thanks, guys."
"No prob. Now, let's be off!" T.K. exclaimed with the fiery confidence. Lynn and Lincoln nodded as the three walked out.
Fifteen minutes later…
"Lynnsanity, hey! Sup, Terror," Francisco greeted with a wave. Lynn blushed at her crush as she looked away bashfully.
T.K. gave him a fist bump in response, "Nothin' much, Fran. We have a new wide receiver since your friend moved away." He gestured towards Lincoln, who waved meekly.
"Oh, right on guys! Now, we have a full team! I thought that we was gonna have to forfeit this week," Francisco praised, walking up to Lincoln with his hand outstretched. "The name's Francisco! Thanks for lending a hand, dude!"
Lincoln grabbed Francisco's hand and gave it a shook, "Heh. You're welcome. I'm happy to help my siblings."
"Oooh! You're the sibling that reads comics in your underwear!" Francisco remembered suddenly, causing Lincoln to blush madly.
"What the heck, you guys!?" Lincoln squeaked angrily, lowering his eyes towards Lynn and T.K. The dreadhead slowly waved his hands in defense.
"Don't look at me. I know when to keep my mouth shut," T.K. defended, casting a look towards to Lynn.
Lynn chuckled nervously, "Heh, sorry. Some words just slipped out I guess." Lincoln sighed, calming himself down. No point in getting mad at her again. That'll just render all the effort he put all for nothing.
"Focus, everyone. The other team is here," T.K. reminded, pointing to the group of kids that were getting off of their own bikes.
Lynn grinned cockily, "Gotcha, bro. Alright, let's go for eleven, guys!"
The boys also fist pumped with the same amount of vigor, "YEAH!"
Fifteen minutes later…
Lincoln could feel his muscles burning from the game. The running, leaping, and tackling he had to do. It was very tiring and he developed a newfound respect for Lynn, TK, and pretty much every single football player around. Although, he made a few plays himself: made a tackle here, scoop up an fumble there, and almost made an interception. So this day wasn't a total bust and he was spending time with Lynn and T.K. After another drive from the opposition, he walked back towards his own team for any strategies.
"Ok, guys. They have one more touchdown to win while we have two. Now, from what I seen from their running back, he's fast but he can't hold onto the ball to save his life. Now, Terror, I need you to flank him hard enough to knock the ball loose. Lynn or Lincoln, be ready to grab the ball as soon it pops out," Francisco instructed.
"Got it!" Lynn, Lincoln, and T.K. nodded, brows pointed downward with determination. They break off the huddle and get into position. Lincoln and Lynn covered the wide receivers while T.K. covered the running back and Francisco had the quarterback. T.K.'s eyes silently followed the other running back.
The skater cracked the nooks out of his neck and glared, "Gut check season."
"Down, set….HUT!" The rival quarterback yelled, breaking away from Francisco, who chased after him. The rival running back grabbed the ball, which the quarterback tossed to him. Wearing a steel-like glare, T.K. began to charge straight at the running back, who was considerably bigger than him. Fixing his own glare, the running back began to increase his speed as well. The two came closer and closer and…
CRASH!
The ball flew out of the running back's hands after the brutal collision. It flew close to the middle of the field. Lynn was held down by one of the wide receivers but Lincoln managed to wiggle out of the other receiver's grasp. Running hard, he raced to the ball and scooped it up. His lungs were screaming as he trekked down to the redzone. Rapid footsteps trailed behind him, forcing him to push harder. He made a mighty leap onto the touchdown.
"We're tied!" T.K. cheered, running to Lincoln. Lynn and Francisco followed.
Lynn helped Lincoln up, "Yeah! Great hustle, Lincoln!" The boy in question was breathing hard from his achievement. He gave a small grin with a thumbs up.
Two minutes later…
"Down, set, HUT!" The rival quarterback yelled, causing the running back to overshoot the ball right over his head. "Come on man!"
The running back gave an apologetic look, "Sorry." Lynn quickly raced and snatched up the ball. The rival team gave chased to her as she gradually loses them. She dived into the touchdown, winning their eleventh game.
"YEAAAAAH! Victory dance!" Lynn cheered, spiking the ball. She moved her hips side to side rhythmically. Lincoln, Francisco, and T.K. joined in as well, yelling happily and trying to one up each other in various moves. Lincoln was especially happy; he contribute in scoring a touchdown, which set the scale for their eventual victory. He…enjoyed playing football with Lynn and T.K. Heck, he might play with them weekly to give himself exercise.
"Heh, look at this, bro. Four dancing dweebs. Ain't that a sight?" A deep voice jeered. The four turned their heads to Hank and Hawk, the two brutes from Hazeltucky.
"Hmm, I didn't know that the wind blew in pieces of trash like you two," Lynn spat with a glare.
Francisco joined as well, "Speaking of, what are you two even doing here?"
"We've heard that this team has now an eleven game winning streak…," Hawk began, smirking.
"…and we want to break that along with your hopes and dreams!" Hank finished.
This touched a major button for Lynn, "Over my dead body! Come at me, scrubs! My team will run circles around both of you!"
The two bullies looked at each other before busting out laughing hard. So hard that they fell to their backs and pivoted back and forth. "My God! That is so hilarious. She thinks that she and her dumb team can win!? Don't you remember last time that your brother scored that touchdown and won US that football game!? Don't kid yourself, toots!" Hank cackled, holding himself on Hawk. Lynn snarled before attempting to charge the two; Lincoln grabbed her by the shoulders and gave her a look that said, 'Let me handle this,'
He stepped up to the two, which they immediately recognize him. "Look, bro. There's the man of the hour! You helping your girly sister and her little football team, runt?! That's SO precious!" Hawk commented sarcastically, giving a toothy grin.
Hank guffawed, "Good one, bro."
Lincoln smirked himself. It's time for them to put their money where their mouth is. They're CLEARLY soooo confident in winning that they are more than willing to have a wager. "You two seemed confident in beating the four of us. How about a wager to spice it up a bit?"
At the offer, the two bumbling behemoths curved their mouths into eager grins. "What do ya have in mind, runt?"
"If you win, I'll be both of your servants for a week. If we win, then you have to be OUR servants!" Lincoln gestured, crossing his arms.
Hawk and Hank bobbed their heads up and down eagerly, "You got it! When that week is up, we'll run you to the bone!" Hawk cackled.
"Right down to the bone! Righteous, bro!" Hank agreed, performing a handshake with Hawk. They both walked away from the group, laughing hard at what going to happen in a week. Lynn and the other dashed up to him with him with worried looks.
"Lincoln, what were you thinking, you blockhead!?" Lynn snapped, flailing her hands about.
TK shook his head, "My boy, you don't have to prove anything."
"Yeah, what you did today was good enough, little guy," Francisco reassured, patting Lincoln's shoulder.
Lincoln rolled his eyes, "This isn't about proving anything. It's about putting those two in their place. I know what's in stored for me. I ask you this one thing: Trust me." He been thinking about what could happen if he lose. It made him nervous, yeah, but this also fired up his will to win. Also, beating them will make it oooh so sweeter! T.K., Lynn, and Francisco exchanged wary glances before looking at Lincoln.
"Alright, you have our word, Snowcap," T.K. answered. Lincoln smiled at the response.
"Thanks, guys."
One week later…
The two teams silently meet up on the field for the showdown. Hank and Hawk's team were joking and laughing at Lynn's team, while the smaller team just glared back. "What's wrong, squirts? You left your voices at home? HA HA HA HAAA!" Hank snickered, holding onto Hawk for dear life.
"Good one, bro!" Hawk belly laughed.
"'EY! Just shut up and ball!" T.K. snapped with a cold glare. Immediately, the laughter stopped and Hawk, Hank, and the two other team members glared before going into the huddle.
Twenty five minutes later…
Both teams played hard, scoring left and right, shutting the other team down cold at times. It was a warzone out there and Lincoln took some heavy hits himself. Luckily, the worst only left him stunned momentarily. It seemed like that Hawk and the rest were trying to intentionally put them in the hospital. The white haired boy would have to be particularly aware of the next tackle.
T.K. stood up from the ground after obtaining a first down to save his team's drive. Hank eyed the dreadhead, who seen his gaze and gave him a smug shrug. Seething silently, Hank turned back to the huddle. "We tied for the game point! Bros, I have a plan. If we can take out pipsqueak, then they won't be able to run the ball and they lose their power rusher. Even better, they could forfeit!"
Hank nodded eagerly with eerie intent, "I like that plan bro! Everyone, when the pipsqueak gets the ball, smoke 'em! Ready.."
"Break!" They clapped and break the huddle. Lynn and her team broke the huddle positioned for the snap.
"Down, set…HUT!" Francisco exclaimed, grabbing the ball and heaving it to T.K. T.K. caught the ball and began to run. Before he cold make any distance, one of the other team members grabbed him by the leg, stopping him completely.
"What tha hell, man?! Lett me g-"
CRASH! BOOM! CRUSH!
He didn't even get his words out as he was squashed by Hawk, Hank, and the other team member. Lincoln, Lynn, and Francisco gasped in horror from the onslaught that the dreadhead took. Lincoln especially felt horrible since this game was because of him. He didn't mean for his brother to take the massive dogpile. They rushed to help him. "Get off of him! You can't just take my teammate out like that!" Lynn screamed, pushing the two large kids and smaller kid off of him.
T.K. was buried deep in the ground, looking like a straight thousand pound weight flattened him. "Oh my gosh, little bro! Are you ok?!" Lynn asked frantically, pulling him out of the hole.
"T.K.? Say something!" Lincoln urged, grabbing his shoulders. Birds were flying around his heads as T.K.'s eyes spun all over the place. This is bad. Very, very bad! If his sisters catch wind of this…
"Uuuuuuugh! Peanuts are…funny," T.K. slurred.
Francisco shook his head with a worried look, "This is bad. I think he's concussed. We can't tell if it's bad or not."
"What do we do? Do we forfeit?!" Lynn asked frantically.
Lincoln drew a sigh, "No, we finish what we started. I got us into this. Now, I'm gonna get us out." If it wasn't for his bet, T.K. wouldn't be disoriented and in pain. He wasn't about to turn tail and ran. Not again.
"Are you crazy!? Look at T.K.!" Lynn pointed in worry.
"I know, sis but we're tied for the game point. I have a plan to win this!" Lincoln assured with a soothing smile.
"But Linco-"
T.K. placed his hand on her shoulder, causing her to look down. "Lynn, he knows…what he's doing. …Let him try. Your hair looks like…a big glop of chocolate." Lynn looked back towards Lincoln with an unsure look before finally sighing.
"What's the plan?" Lynn simply asked, causing Lincoln to grin. After placing T.K. nearby at a tree, the three went into a huddle. They quietly conversed with each other before breaking the huddle.
"Down, set...HUT!" Francisco yelled. With insane quickness, Lynn sprinted and pushed Hawk, who was surprised by her strength. He was pushed into Hank, then the other two team members into a pile, leaving Lincoln to race down the field. Seeing his mark, Francisco hurled the ball towards him. Hawk and his team charged down the field to stop Lincoln. With his arms stretched out, Lincoln caught the ball and sealed the victory.
"We won? We won!? WE WON!" Lincoln cheered, pitching his fists into the air. Lynn and Francisco shared a victory hug for a few seconds. The tomboy realized what she done and pulled away from with a blushing smile. After the blush died down, she ran up to Hawk and Hank with a smug grin.
"IN YOUR FACE!" She gloated, jabbing her finger into Hank's face. Lincoln walked up to them with his own smile of cockiness.
"So, about that bet…" He started, tossing the ball up and down. It felt good to be the king.
The two man beasts gave sheepish smiles, "Can we take a rain check on that bet?"
"Oh no. You and you agreed to the bet! Now, we'll expect you two tomorrow or…" Lincoln informed with a dark tone.
Hank raised an eyebrow, "Or what?"
"Or we'll tell our sisters how you two gave our brother a concussion!" Lynn threatened, gesturing to T.K., who was trying his best to stay awake. "Say, Linc? Didn't Lisa say that she was inventing a flamethrower?"
Lincoln nodded with a sinister grin, "Why, yes, Lynn. She is hoping to find some subject to happily test it on!" Hawk and Hank audibly gulped before nodding frantically.
"We'll be there!" They both replied fearfully.
Lincoln's smirk grew bigger, "We'll be there what?"
Hawk and Hank dropped to their knees, "We'll be there, master!" Wanting to get away from the two, they got up and ran their hearts out of the park. Satisfied, the three headed over to T.K., who was about to nod off.
"T, wake up. We won!" Lynn exclaimed happily, shaking him awake.
T.K. weakly gave a thumbs up, "Yaaaay." A rush of pain washed through his head. "Ow, ok, I need to go to the hospital."
"The sooner, the better," Lincoln nodded, helping him up. The four began to make their way home. On along the way, T.K. ruffled Lincoln's hair, causing him to giggle.
"Good job….mayonnaise hair. I knew…that yoou could do…it," T.K. praised dizzily.
Lincoln grinned at the praise, "Thanks, man." He learned a lot in these past few weeks. Thinking about what just occurred just makes him more eager for the future events to come. The boy is especially happy for beating Hawk and Hank. Now, he given a great challenge: explaining how the hell did T.K. get a concussion!? May the odd be ever in hi favor.
A/N: Hope you enjoy that one, folks! Review and let me know what you think. Now, I'm gonna be off the grid for a while. We have to move out in a bit. I will be back soon. See ya in a bit!
At age six I was born without a face.