As it turned out, Lynn was just as godlike with her fighting as she was with her basketball skills, despite the size difference. Ronnie quickly discovered this when she ended up in a headlock courtesy of the bite sized athlete. "Say Uncle grandma!" Lynn taunted, working the submission as she did. "Who you calling grandma short stack?" Ronnie laughed, trying to buck Lynn off her back but giving off more of a bull ride vibe. "I'm fun sized!" The athlete yelped as she was thrown to the floor.
The two girls squared up again, and the fight took on a more wild style. The body slams were plentiful and the dumb insults were on par with a WWE promo. Ronnie finally managed to ground the shorter athlete, pinning Lynn on her stomach while deciding what to do. "Now what game do we play now?" The older girl mused before she spotted a line of blue frills peeking out of the brunettes shorts. "Oh I have an idea." Ronnie chuckled as she grabbed the waistband, ignoring the struggling of her friend.
"Don't you dare!" Lynn growled to no avail. "I see London, I see France..." Ronnie sang as she yanked up, earning a squeal from Lynn. "I see Lynn's unicorn underpants!" The older girl laughed as the white panties covered in an army of unicorns jerked up Lynn's back. "OWWWWIIIIEEEEE!" The brunette whined as her once comfy undies cut her bottom like a sword. "Wanna go to bed yet?" Ronnie asked. "Bite me Old Lady!" Lynn growled, yelping as her panties reached her neck.
"Don't you test me Loud! I will give you an atomic if I have to!" The older girl threatened. But before Lynn could respond, a rather rare sound was heard: a phone that wasn't Loris! "What is that?" Ronnie asked. Lynn blushed and continued to struggle. "Nothing! Lemme go!" The athlete demanded, only to be picked up by her underwear as Ronnie followed the sound to Lynn's phone going off to the tune of Despacito. "Dom wants to FaceTime? Whose Dom?" Ronnie asked. "N-no one!" The brunette whined, blushing and unable to look at Ronnie or her phone. "Is he your boyfriend?" "NO!" Lynn yelled.
"Oh I get it. You've got a crush don't you?" Ronnie smirked. "N-no I don't!" Lynn lied, blushing harder. The two girls stared at each other for a moment as the phone continued to ring. Finally Lynn sighed. "Is it that obvious?" She asked. "Yes." Ronnie confirmed. "Look, I need to talk to him! Gimme the phone and keep quiet!" Lynn pleaded, reaching for the phone as Ronnie thought. "Not a chance squirt. No one seeing you like this includes your eye candy of the month." Ronnie said. "Then at least answer him! I was supposed to call him, if I don't he's gonna think I don't like him!"
Ronnie thought for a moment, then groaned. "Fine. But not a word out of you!" The older girl said, nudging her friend out of the room before answering Lynn's phone. The call buffered for a moment before the object of Lynn's affections popped into view, a well built Puerto Rican boy in a dirty soccer jersey. "What's up sweet- wait your not Lynn?" The boy said, startled by Ronnie. "No I'm not. What were you about to call me?!" The younger girl growled. "Sweet feet. That's her nickname, also who are you?" Dom asked, thoroughly confused.
"I'm her brothers girlfriend, and she's busy right now. So why are you calling?" Ronnie demanded, much more threatening than Lynn preferred. "I call Lynn every night, we play travel together. She said she was at a thing for her aunts wedding, I wasn't sure if she was back yet. She was gonna ask if I could be her plus 1." Dominic explained, shifting Ronnie out of attack mode. "Oh...my bad." The girl blushed, earning a barely concealed sigh of frustration from Lynn. "So is she home? Lynn said she wanted to show me something." Dom said.
"No, sorry." Ronnie lied, instantly seeing his disappointment. "Oh. That sucks." He said sadly. "Sorry, the thing is running long." Ronnie lied. "Yeah, I just really wanted to see her is all. I really like her...as a friend I mean." Dom stammered, realizing his slip up as Ronnie smirked. "Sure you do hot shot." She laughed to the boys embarrassment. "Fine, you got me. It's just really hard to admit it. We're fine when she's just my friend, but then I think of her as more then friends and I can't even talk, y'know?" Dom said, a feeling Ronnie knew. "I kinda do. But you don't have to talk to her like your girlfriend. Just think of her as your friend that you also date, and talk to her like you usually do." Dom raised an eyebrow at that. "Does that really work?" Ronnie nodded, and the boy conceded that it made sense.
But then Dominic asked the question Ronnie was hoping to avoid. "So wait, if the whole family is at the rehearsal, what're you doing in their house? And why do you have Lynn's phone?" Ronnie froze, the gears in her head turning frantically in an effort to come up with a reasonable excuse. "Because..." Ronnie began, only to be cut off by the phone ringing. "Hang on." The tomboy set down Dom and picked up the house phone, startled to hear Lynn on the other end. "Stop panicking! Write down exactly what I say and go back and say it to him!" The athlete demanded, quickly rattling off the best excuse she could come up with that sufficiently covered their asses.
Ronnie ran back and picked up Dom again. "Sorry about that. I'm just watching the house while their at the rehearsal, and Lynn left her phone so it wouldn't go off during the ceremony because she knew you would call. Also she's in a dress with no pockets. But she borrowed Loris phone just now to call me, and she said you're gonna be her plus one. However, they have a lot to do for the wedding so she won't be able to talk until day of. So she's just gonna send you a picture of what she wanted you to see when you came over. Got it?" Dom nodded, satisfied with the outcome. "Awesome. Tell Lynn I said good night." "Got it. Bye." Ronnie hung up and breathed for the first time in 10 minutes as Lynn came scrambling out of the kitchen, having successfully stuffed her undies back into her shorts. "Nice job Ronnie. I didn't think you could lie that well." The athlete said, catching the other girls eye. "Yes Lynn. Now you return the favor." Lynn rolled her eyes and pouted. "Bedtime?" She whined, still wanting to avoid going to sleep this early. "Bedtime. NOW. Or we'll go back to our game." Ronnie growled, pulling the stretched cotton out of her friends shorts for emphasis.
"Alright alright I'm going, just quit it with the underwear!" Lynn groaned, starting upstairs as Ronnie flopped onto the couch. 10 minutes later the rest of the family came home, satisfied that Lynn was out of sight from their parents. "So how'd it go?" Lincoln said, happy that the house was still in one piece. "Fine. Squirt didn't want to go to bed but I did a little 'convincing.'" Ronnie explained, earning a concerned glare from the other sisters. "How?" Lincoln asked, suddenly worried about Ronnie as she headed for the door. "Oh nothing terrible. Just a fair warning though, she may need new underwear. Those unicorns can stretch for awhile." The tomboy laughed as she stepped out. The siblings sighed and looked upstairs, the weight of the problem falling back on them. In the silence, Lana couldn't help but let out a snicker, earning an elbow form Lola. "What are you laughing at?" The pageant queen asked. "I forgot Lynn where's unicorn undies." Lana laughed, her way of breaking the tension