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Chapter 33: Warning.

Lola's P.O.V:

*Chirp* *Chirp*

The birds are chirping, the faint trace of sunlight slowly creeps over the horizon, beginning to slightly illuminate the room, as I can barely perceive through my closed eyelids, my alert senses start pulsing through my body, I know what I need to do.

I must get outta here before she gets up.

I don't want to bother my Linky with that kind of conflict again, he doesn't deserve that, not because of my illness at least.

But… my body is not responding, I'm laying face down in a slightly rigid surface, unable to even open my eyes to scan my surroundings, my nose feels constricted, I can barely breathe.

I perceive an entrancing aroma, it weakens my resolve, it keeps me stuck in place, plus, even if I wanted to move.

I know I'm being tied to his body, his arms around my waist, my head resting in his warm, manly chest.

I feel in heaven, just like the dream I had last night.

He was caressing my hair, as I laid down in his chest, then I remember lifting myself up to watch his handsome face, the white shining hair of purity, only rivaled by the gentle aura of his eyes, which never fails to make my heart skip a beat, then that brilliant buck-toothed smile, ending on those adorable freckles on his cheeks, how is it that even his imperfections seem so perfect to me?

I remember getting my head closer to his, aligning my lips with his, closing my eyes till I could feel his warm breath colliding with my own, as the distance of our lips diminishes, I could feel as our skin slowly connected, allowing me to melt blissfully in his arms, my eyes instinctually closing as I prepared for the kiss.

And then it happened, my heart was beating faster than the sound of thousands of spectators clapping at my performance in a state-class pageant, I felt the inviting warm of his breath with my own mouth, we kissed for what felt like only a few minutes.

But I was hungry for more.

After parting, I didn't let him breathe, as I viciously assaulted his mouth again, this time, I decided to bring out my tongue, assaulting his insides and colliding with his own, soon after, we where wrestling for dominance, allowing me to get a taste of his essence.

As I was getting the hang of our make out session, my hands began wandering, from his head to his sufficiently toned chest, then lower, I was now tracing my hands through the top of his pants, finally getting on the level of his apparent bulge.

…Then I woke up.

And now I realize why it feels so wet down there, stupid Preteen body.

Time to face reality, I finally let go of my fantasies, as I open my eyes and lift myself up, carefully removing his arms from my waist, I still struggle everyday, remembering my current place.

As his sister and romance coach…

Why are you still so naive, Linky? Do you really believe you can find true happiness with that tall bitch? Don't you realize just how much is she holding you back? You can find all the distractions that you want, but you cannot escape me forever, my love, if you cannot fulfill your promise to work on yourself and avoid escapism, then I'm sorry.

I cannot hold on my promise to give you space, my prince.

I slowly open the squeaky door that would lead to the increasingly silent hall of this boring house, the absence of some of my noisier sisters honestly bringing me more relief than nostalgia.

Now, don't get me wrong, I still miss them, specially Leni, she would always offer me some great fashion advice which had admittedly won me some contests!

But I don't really mind having less eyes peaking in my business, I was honestly on edge everyday with some of their comments.

"Like, I love Linky too Lola, but don't you think you're invading his uhh, personal space-thingy? Like, they told me it's a bad thing!"

"Hey, lil' dudette, just between you and me, what's going on with you and Lincoln? You know I'm open minded'n all, but it's a bit weird to see you rockin' and vibin' just around him"

"Ok sis, you know I'm all for jokes, but I really don't get the punchline for yours and Lincoln's, Mr. Coconuts is already dropping some really creepy things about you two!"

How dare they? I get by myself pretty fine, I struggle everyday to fit in at school, I have to balance out studying and performing, with little time to rest in between!

But the few hours I'm actually home, I want to spend it with my Linky, is that really so bad, so weird?

I'm not flirting with him, even though I want to, I'm not declaring my love to the world, even though I want to, I'm not taking him away from his girlfriend, even though I want to… so badly. So why is it still a problem if i'm just hanging around him!

Then there is the athletic brat, the bane of my existence, I know what she wants, I know what she is trying to do, but I won't let her, even if she tells everyone, even if she tells our parents.

I won't let her have him!

It's a relief that she's almost out of the picture, just one more year…

Anyways, I successfully open the door, just so slightly as for my slim figure to sneak out, years of experience allowing me to avoid making any noise, I then enter the still dark hall as I tiptoe on the way to my room, now mine alone.

But before I manage to open the door…

- Lola - I'm ready for anything.

- What is it, Lucy? - I turn around, surprising even myself at the fact that I did not flinch at her jumpscare.

- Come to my room - She demands without retaliation, her expression stoic and unchanging, I guess she means business.

- What for? - I also mean business.

- We need to talk. - She replies, I don't bother saying anything back, and accept the invitation.

The sooner this is over, the better.

- You… know? - My mouth suddenly gets dry, I begin to feel droplets of sweat running from my forehead to my cheeks, I start hyperventilating, my eyes open in absolute terror.

Was I really that obvious? Will she tell someone else? Is it over?

What can I do to protect Lincoln?

- Lola, I promise that I won't tell, your secret is safe with me, I just wanted to warn you - Lucy responded, trying to ease my concern, but failing at that, hard.

- I'm sorry but what? How would you keep that secret? Why would you? - I use the best of whatever common sense I have left to not scream at her, panic attempting to win the battle.

- Because… I know what it feels like - She says, this time allowing herself to show some degree of emotion, lowering her head, signaling that she is (probably…) avoiding eye contact.

- What do you mean? - I ask, genuinely curious.

- Look, I no longer feel anything for him, but at some point, I actually did, and I knew that it was wrong, that it was not going to happen, so I forced myself to let go - She answered seriously, this time looking to the side.

- Wow, i didn't realize… - My head was hurting now, I felt confused, a mixture of feelings coming all together.

Happy, because I wasn't alone.

Sad, because I thought that maybe I too didn't have a chance.

Scared, because of her knowing about my secret.

Jealous, because it seemed like I didn't just have one rival in this house alone.

Angry, because she was probably going to use her sob story to stop me from being close with Lincoln.

That's NOT gonna happen.

- Great, so it's not Just Lynn, you too eh? Listen, whatever you think you're doing, I'm going to make it clear, I will NOT give him up, unless he himself rejects me, I frankly don't care anymore if they know, good for them, I know I'm weird, but I will not lose my chance, even if there is a minuscule chance! - I will die on this hill.

- I'm not telling you to - Lucy interjected my rant, now I was speechless - In fact, I support you, Lola - Ok yeah, what is she even saying now? - Which is exactly why I'm warning you -

- Ok, what is it that you want to warm me so much about? - I give in, seems like she wants to prove herself a person of trust, I guess I'll entertain the idea.

- Lynn, both our sister, and our father - She doesn't waste a second at replying.

- Let me first be clear about something, Lola, Lynn Jr. doesn't feel anything romantic for our brother, if that's what you where suspecting, I should know, I've lived long enough in the same room to know if she had hidden desires for him. - Lucy replies with a confidence that forces me to believe in her words, or maybe I choose to believe that, it would mean one rival less to worry about.

- But - she interjects my train of thoughts, as if reading my mind - You must realize that before you even came into our family, Lynn was already particularly close to Lincoln, they would be inseparable and do everything together, nowadays it's hard to see that connection with the way they have been treating each other - I keep listening.

- But it is undeniable that she feels highly threatened by your proximity to him, Lola, she's by far the most affected sister, and… - She continues.

- … She is looking for ways to expose you - She finally drops the bomb - Our father has been notified of your behavior, Lola, it's only a matter of time before his suspicions force him to intervene - I stand back, and begin walking away, until a quick thud on the wall forces me to remain in place, my brain gears kick into motion as I begin entering panic mode.

But I bounce back, I feel the uncontrollable reflex of laughter rise up.

Then I officially lose it.