Well this took me over a month to complete but that's the price to pay for having several stories and have a personal life. But we were here and it's done. Bear in mind that this chapter is more in line with the canon of QT Quarrel at least what happens to Lincoln.
The winners of the special three-way chapter are Haiku & Karate QT. I'll go a different route for these two. More realistic but definitely an AU instead of the regular adult or college student Lincoln.
Tags: [Forgiveness], [Comforting], [Timeskips], [College students], [Classmates to Friends to Friends with benefits], [Blowjob], [Tit job], [Public sex], [Voyeurism], [Past tramuas]
Mr. Haziq: Well now you know and you've seen it. Yep she's intense.
Bryan Pacheco/ThePaperWriter: Yes, there will be some romance between them. Evelynn is taking the slow and steady route. Hopefully it was worth the wait.
Lisa grumbled as she wiped her desk clean of her love juices. "I just had to be a squirter," The disinfectant wipe removed any traces of the liquid. She rubbed her still moist vagina again. Lisa flexed her two fingers coated with a natural sticky substance. "My grool is clear and slightly sticky," She sniffed her fingers. "A mild odor as expected from my body," Her tongue swirled around them. "Slightly sweet with a hint of citrus," Lisa acknowledged with an approving nod. "A clean and healthy female genitalia," She's a scientist; therefore, everything must be sanitary as her table smelled like a pine forest. The human body can be a wonderfully disgusting piece of work.
Furthermore, numerous diseases can be prevented with basic hygiene. Just look at COVID-19. She groaned at the memories. "Fully grown adults refusing to do the basic minimum to protect their fellow man. Darwin's concept of natural selection was extra busy for those years," A shallow chuckle escaped her lips. So many lives would have been saved, but nope. Over a million lives have been lost because people wanted to get black-out drunk and eat out at restaurants. Also, sheer ignorance and refusal to adhere to social responsibility. She glanced at her thick juicy thighs. The light highlighted the stains. Lisa removed her green panties and gazed at the small patch of hair above her clit. "Mhmm, should I shave?" She muttered as she enjoyed being eaten out. He always does an outstanding job giving her pleasure with his mouth. It didn't matter why they were sometimes. Relaxing at home basking in each other's company, then suddenly his head was between her thighs, licking her like a pudding cup without a spoon. He ate her under a table during a Zoom call. It took every fiber of her being not to moan or make one of her signature grins. God, there was this one time at a conference where she dragged him into a dark, isolated closet to kill some time. He had her on his shoulders as Lisa pushed in his head as deep as she could with her back firmly planted against the wall. God, that left a smile on her face. "Please note that the author hasn't decided on the universe yet, so the 'he' is ambiguous," Lisa turned to the readers as she raised a finger. A few moments passed. "It's Lincoln. And no, it's not one of the incest universes. As previously stated, the author hasn't decided on a universe yet," She brought her hand under her chin to think. "The most likely one is that Lincoln is adopted, and he married one of us. Another one is that he was our next neighbor being Grouse's grandson," Her eyes continued to view the still shuffling screen. "This can allow the author to write a Loudcest chapter without actual incest, especially since Lucy and I are currently on the poll, at least when the author wrote this part of the story. Doubt that I'm going to win, but it's a head-up just in case," She shrugged as the screen flashed green. "Alright, let's see what universe I got," Lisa arched her brow at what the algorithm had selected. "Cristina?" She listed off some of the tags. "Forgiveness, Strangers-to-friends-lovers, Flirting, Switch," Lisa grinned. "This should be interesting,"
Cristina feverishly scrubbed her eyes in her teal bathroom to erase the foul images she had witnessed. "Belle, help me! No matter how much I scrubbed. I can't unsee! Why did you get the color printer?!" Her stinging eyes wailed in pain at the soap contact. Belle casually scrolled through her phone as Cristina continued to scream bloody murder.
"Sorry, Tina, you have to learn someday," Belle replied in her yellow top and faded black booty shorts. She's ready for bed. The door opened with Cristina wiping her eyes with a navy blue towel. "You done in there," She asked her cousin. The redhead nodded at her. "Come on, let's head to bed," Belle ushered her to her room. The two sat in her traditional pastel blue room in silence for a few moments. "You going to be okay, Cristina?" She wrapped her arm around the young girls' shoulders. The girl shook her head, unsure of what to make of this situation. Lincoln's cold and aloof demeanor, along with his sisters' fierce desire for punishment against her. It's a lot to handle for the young girl. Annabelle held her a bit tighter in reassurance. "Hey, don't worry about it too much okay," She offered Cristina a small smile. "He'll come around, but it won't be easy. Just try to take it,"
"Easy? Like being nice to him," Cristina suggested with her eyes stopped stinging.
"Yeah, you got it," Thick QT nodded in agreement. "Say hi to him, greeting him in the mornings or whatever you see, Lincoln. You basically ignored and avoided him like a tomato sauce stain on a white dress," Annabelle commented, causing Cristina to hide her face with her hands. "Oh, sorry," She winced. Still too soon. Her eyes peeked at her phone. It's getting late. "Yeah, so be nice to him like before that whole kissing a bust with your picture on it. Please don't anything wild like serenading him outside of his window with a boombox playing his favorite song or something," The older woman added. Cristina tilted her head in confusion.
"What…" The redhead whispered to her cousin. Her blank expression spoke for itself. "People do that?" Annabelle nodded. It was a popular thing to do back in the 80s.
"Sweetie, when you look like this," Annabelle bragged as she arched her hips to the side with a hand on her waist, striking a pose. Cristina stared blankly at her cousin's voluptuous form. A narrow waist combined with a healthy yet heavy cleavage stretching the yellow fabric of her tank top and a face smothering ass. Her black shorts can barely contain her butt cheeks. There's no way she's leaving the house like this. All with creamy smooth skin and silky chestnut hair that shone in the sun. "Guys would do practically anything and everything to get your attention," She continued. She can't count the number of times she turned heads during her day. Many thought Annabelle was just a pretty face with a nice pair of tits and ass, particularly envious girls who wished they had her figure. She could never understand why it was mainly older women. Like lady relax. It's not her fault that her tits were firm and perky while their chest sags to their belly button. Spiteful guys that she rejected, claiming that they deserve to be knee-deep in her captivating cheeks for basic human decency. Those guys were fucking twisted. Some of them tried to slide in her dms when she was in high school despite being married and old enough to be her father and grandfather. However, she won't deny that she had an incredible body. Even that it's all-natural, baby. That made things easier during interviews and applications, especially since she had actual skills and qualifications. Furthermore, Annabelle had a family who loved except her pretentious and self-righteous parents. Her chest burned at what they've said and done.
Cover up and stop looking like a cheap whore. He's a young man in the prime of his youth, so it's not his fault for threatening you, and he apologized, so you should still give him a chance. You shouldn't go to college. Why are you so disgusting for dating a boy and a girl? You're making us look bad in front of our neighbors. So what if your father cheated on me and that one of your classmates is your half-siblings. We prayed and asked God for forgiveness. You know what?! If you want to be a little slut, you can live with my sister in Royal Woods.
The heat subsided as her thoughts ended. It's always what they wanted, not what she wanted to , she did sit on a few guys' faces when she was strapped for cash during college for a while. It certainly helped to pay off her tuition. Annabelle made over seven hundred dollars a week. Weirdos paid extra for her to...fart on them, bringing close to a thousand dollars sometimes. Also, feet pics. (And no, there's no farting or feet fetish in this chapter. That's just weird. I mean, I could do it, but that's a bit out of my expertise. Despite me having Lincoln destroying a femboy's bussy in the future). Now that she's away from her parents with a great paying job, new friends, and a proper role model for her cousin.
"Really," Cristina muttered dully at her cousin.
"Yes, really," Annabelle confirmed with a nod. "But that's enough about me," She waved her hand before kissing her on the forehead. "Get some rest, Tina. Love you," Belle smiled as she turned off the lights before exiting and closing the door behind her. Cristina got on her knees to pray for tonight before going to bed. She stared at the ceiling, wondering if serenading him outside his window is a good idea. That's a later problem
Luna was in her room strumming her guitar, trying to find a new tune. Her ears picked the steady mournful tempo of a piano. "The hell," She looked around her room. It didn't come from her phone or inside of the house. They didn't have a piano, especially with thirteen people plus pets living here.
"Hello. How are you?" A soft feminine voice started the song after a few moments. "I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet. To go everything" Luna turned her head to the window. Okay, that definitely came from the backyard. She opened her window to search for the voice. Luna narrowed her eyes with a blank look. Oh great, it's Cristina. "They say that time's supposed to heal ya. But I ain't much healing,"
"Yo, Luna, what's going on," Lynn Jr. opened the door, wondering about the sorrowful music. "Did something happen between you and Sam?" Luna gestured to the backyard. Lynn walked towards the window. "What is she doing here." She growled at the sight. Cristina was in a formal navy blue dress, holding a purple karaoke microphone to her mouth. Her eyes were closed as she continued to sing.
"She's attempting to make amends for what she did to Lincoln," Lucy interrupted, startling them. She went through the vents again. "And she didn't come alone," The goth pointed out to the small group supporting the redhead. They were members of her glee club who had a spotlight and a makeshift stage for Cristina. Some of them are holding signs. Annabelle held the speaker over her head with a blank expression.
"I can't believe that I'm actually doing this," Annabelle mumbled to herself. "But noooooooo I had to the chaperone for this," More of the Loud family went to check out what was going on. Even Mr. Grouse is watching from across the fence."Now we have an audience," She searched the crowd. "Still no Lincoln," Annabelle acknowledged the lack of white hair in the group.
"Lincoln, there's such a difference between us and a million miles," Cristina continued before taking a breath.
Lincoln walked home with Clyde at his side, who tapped his shoulder upon hearing his name. It came from his house. The boys rushed to Loud House, entering the backyard from the gate pausing to observe the group.
"Why is Cristina here?" Clyde whispered to his friend, who shrugged. "Wait, is that Adele," The two stared at each other. "Oh no,"
"Is she going to do what I think she's going to do?" Luna widened her eyes as she whispered to her sisters.
"Yep," They confirmed, waiting for it to happen. Three. Two. One.
"Hello from the other side," Cristina closed her eyes as she titled her head back tightly, grabbing the microphone. "I must've called a thousand times," She held the note for a few seconds as her club members provided backup vocals. Lincoln facepalmed. What the hell is going on here? Who turned on the sprinklers? Well, Lincoln, I mentioned this in passing during the main, so now I have an excuse to write the scene. "To tell you, I'm sorry for everything that I've done, but when I call, you never seem to home," Cristina ignored her damp attire.
"He's not here, so leave," Lola snapped at the glee club members from her room window. Lincoln sighed. He better put a stop to this before this gets out of hand. She's on the second part of the chorus.
"Hello from the outside. At least I can say that I've tried," Cristina sang as Lincoln climbed on the stage and paced towards his former crush. "To tell you I'm sorry for breaking your heart," She opened her eyes at Lincoln's blue eyes staring directly back at her. "Lincoln," The redhead took a step back at his presence. Her bow sandals slapped against tiny puddles on the wooden stage.
"I," She stammered, unable to issue a response.
"Cristina. What are you doing?" Lincoln remarked, gesturing to the whole ordeal. "This is...a bit too much," Annabelle gave Cristina a smug smirk. Told you so. He sighed before tossing his bag to the side. "But if we're actually doing this," Lincoln gestured to Clyde, who scrolled through his playlists. Ah found it. He held his phone in the air with a determined look.
"Enviyon on a mix," The song started with a steady tempo as people argued in the background. "No, no, no,"
"Oh no, not him too," Lynn Jr. muttered as the spotlight landed on her brother. "What is this a musical episode or some crap?" No, not really, but songs will be performed in this chapter of the lemon. Also, the main QT Quarrel story, but we have a few more chapters before we get to those moments. "I swear this better be some High School Musical or glee bullshit," The athlete grumbled.
"I still see your shadows in my room. Can't take back the love that I gave you," Lincoln's melodious voice graced their ears. "It's the point to where that I love, and I hate you, but I can't change you, so I must replace you," They widened their eyes at his singing capabilities. Luna's eyebrows met her hairline as her jaw lowered. She can clearly hear him all the way from her room. What the fuck is this shit?! Where did this come from?! Lincoln stepped towards Cristina. She, too, was shocked at his outstanding singing capabilities. When did he learn how to sing like this? "Easier said than done; I thought you were the one," He said softly before placing a hand on his chest. Cristina's heart cracked lightly at his words. Lincoln thought that she was the one? Granted, this was before Ronnie Anne Santiago was a fully established character, so you can't really blame him for thinking that. "Listening to my heart instead of my head. You found another one," No, she hasn't. That's the point of this chapter. "But I'm the better one; I won't let you forget," His blank blue eyes stabbed at her soul. He and Clyde repeated the chorus.
"You have to admit that he's pretty good, right, Luna," Luan commented but no reply. The comedian turned her head towards her roommate. "Luna?" She called again. The rock star's face had widened eyes and a flat line for a lip while staring intensely at her brother. Her hands tightly gripped the metal edges of the window, leaving slight indents on them. "Lu-Luna," Luan asked her unsettled silent sister. That's usually Lucy's job. She expected her to be cheering him on. They're almost done with the song. Luna breathed out of her nose.
"I'll be right back," Luna announced with clenched fists. They watched her stroll out of the door.
"What's that all about," Lynn. Jr. asked while they just shrugged before turning back to Lincoln and Clyde.
"Who knew evil girls have the prettiest face?" Lincoln gingerly caressed Cristina's youthful face. His touch and a dominant glint in his eyes warmed her face as Clyde and others sang the chorus for the last time. "Did this in the past, but I want it to last," Of course, Clyde had the clean version of the song. "You were made out of plastic (fake)," Lola emphasized on the 'fake' from her upstairs window. "I was tangled up in your drastic ways," He wrapped an arm around the red head's narrow waist, drawing her in close while lifting her chin with his thumbs, locking their gazes together. The front of his orange shirt became damp against her still wet blue dress. "Who knew evil girls have the prettiest face?" Annabelle has never seen Cristina's face turn that shade of red or pink before. Pillars of steam emerged from her face. Man, Lincoln is putting some moves on his former crush. She did hear that he kissed a girl named Ronnie Anne on the mouth at Jean-Juan's, so this should be a cakewalk for him. Lincoln stepped back, placing his hands in his jean pockets. "Easier than done. I thought you were (Instead of my head, found another), I won't let you forget me," Lincoln concluded when he turned to the rapid patter of footsteps behind him. "Luna," He asked his sister, who had a blank expression.
"Lincoln," She started as she placed her hands on his shoulders. Her face reverted to its previous state of wild bulging eyes as she lifted up and wildly shook him. "WHEN THE FUCK DID YOU LEARN HOW TO SING LIKE THAT?!" Luna bellowed at the top of her lungs. She brought him closer to her snarling face. "I've been trying to get you on my style for like three fucking years, dude!" The rocker gestured to Cristina and her group. "And now you want to show off?! I'm your favorite sister!" Her eyes maintained their feral appeal. "I didn't know I was going to be disrespected like this," Lincoln broke her hold on him.
"HEY! Who said you're his favorite sister?!" One of her sisters yelled from the house. Luna blew a raspberry at them in defiance. He stood up in a daze feeling like a freshly shaken soda can.
"Um, you never asked," Lincoln defended himself.
"YoU neVEr ASkEd," Luna mocked before glaring and pointing at him. "We need to talk about this. What else are you hiding from me?" Lincoln blankly stared at her before jumping off the stage and sprinting to the kitchen door. Luna chased after him with a wild look in her eyes. "GET BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Everyone watched Lincoln being chased by his crazy older sister in their backyard.
"Should we help him," Annabelle whispered to Clyde, who shook his head. Lincoln climbed up the tree with Luna at the bottom, attempting to follow him.
"Nah, it's better to let her get it out of her system," Clyde advised when Lynn Jr. football tackled Luna with Lisa and Leni as reinforcements. Lisa tased Luna forcing her stunned body to the grass with electrical volts immobilizing her. "Don't ask," Clyde commented at the group's alarmed expressions. Did she just tazed her own sister? "Just don't. Since this is Lisa. It could've been much worse. Trust me on that," He continued his statement. It could get worse?! Leni and Lynn dragged Luna back to the house through the back door.
"DON'T THINK THIS IS OVER, LINCOLN!" Luna shouted as she held on to the edges of the door frame. "I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE!" Leni's delicate hand dragged her back inside before Lisa drop-kicked her. The door shut behind them.
"You good there, Linc," Clyde called out to him.
"I think so," Lincoln replied as he climbed down. He glanced at his house. "I probably need to hide at your place for a while," Clyde nodded as he walked with Lincoln passing his school bag to him.
Cristina and Annabelle sat in their car after the whole event. The rest of the glee went home and cleaned up. The young girl wore a light blue Dairyland t-shirt and jean shorts. Her dress was in a reserve bag and needs to be put in the dyer later today. Annabelle's smug smirk remained on her face. "Shut up, Belle," Cristina grumbled as her cousin snickered at her. "Shut up," She emphasized while Annebelle put the car in drive, holding back her laughter.
"Tina. All I'm saying is that I…." Annabelle taunted the young girl.
"SILENCE, HERETIC!" Cristina shouted, crossing her arms as Belle continued to laugh her head off. She did not want her to say, 'I told you so.' Annabelle would never let her hear the end of it as long as she lived. Cristina sighed. Maybe she's right. A more gentle and gradual approach would be better.
"Alright, time to fast forward," Lisa commented as she pressed five times the speed. She glanced at the reader. "What?" Lisa shrugged, gesturing towards the viewing. "If you guys read QT Quarrel, then you should know what happens between Cristina and Lincoln," The scientist acknowledged before listing off the events. "Her apology during my family's 'Well-rounded' period. Having lunch outside when they thought my father was fired. Assisting Haiku in apprehending Lincoln using handcuffs. And finally, at Ares and Athena's arena where they learned that Lincoln was learning how to fight," She concluded. "That's where the story currently is regarding her moments. Everything is fair game now. The author can do whatever moment he wants for Cristina x Lincoln,"
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"Oh, we moved past the events," Lisa muttered before glancing at the readers again. "I know you guys want to see Lincoln and Cristina in sexual intercourse. However, their relationship has to develop first." She turned to the screen. "Otherwise, it'll be boring with no buildup whatsoever. Don't worry, there will be a few time skips here and there to speed things up," Lisa gave us a side glance before straightening her lab coat collar.
A sudden heavy downpour made its presence known to Royal Woods Elementary. The students were stuck inside, waiting for their rides to come. Cristina waited near the entrance amidst the rumbling skies. She forgot her umbrella and raincoat as she glared at the grey sky. Curse you, weather report. Why did glee club take so long today? Oh, right, because Sarah couldn't hold a note. The wet roads and traffic mean that Cristina will be here for a while.
"Cristina," Lincoln called out to her, holding an orange umbrella. He just came from the art room. "Is your cousin coming for you?" Lincoln walked to her side as the rain continued to fall.
"Yeah, but I think she's stuck in traffic because of the rain," She pointed upwards. "What about you?"
"I usually take the bus home when I'm in the art room after," Lincoln checked his watch. He better get going. "Do you want to come with me? Better than stay here," Lincoln suggested while opening his umbrella.
"I can come with you," Cristina questioned. He nodded in agreement. She hesitated. "What about your sisters?" They're probably still mad at her, especially Lola.
"I'll worry about them," Lincoln comforted as he held out his hand. She took it as they stepped down the concrete stairs while the umbrella shielded them from the rain. The two walked side by side as cars traveled past them. Cristina took his arm into hers, drawing their bodies closer. Their youthful faces turned a bright scarlet from the contact. They stayed like that while waiting for the bus. "Cristina's shoulder was probably getting wet," Lincoln said internally with red cheeks. The pair stepped on the bus and sat down with their shoulders touching for the entire ride. Cristina texted her cousin, telling her that she was heading to Lincoln's house for a while.
Lincoln opened the front door with Cristina trailing behind him. He placed his umbrella by the door after shaking a few times, discarding any excess water droplets. Lincoln scanned the area. No sisters. They're probably upstairs or haven't come home yet. "Let's head into the dining room. We both have homework to do," Lincoln considered as she gave him a nod. Why do teachers love to slam homework on their students? They want it at the end of the week but return it two months later. The elementary students sat down at the table and opened their bags. Numerous books and writing utensils were placed down. They enjoyed this rare moment of serenity in the Loud house with Lincoln doing his math homework while Cristina outlined her history essay. She got an idea
"Hey, Lincoln can you help me with this," Cristina turned her notebook to him. "I'm trying to figure out what to write for my essay," She used the charming voice that Belle taught her. He glanced at what she wrote. She can write on several events, such as the French Revolution, the American Civil War, and the Rise and Fall of Rome.
"You have some good topics," Lincoln acknowledged as they were broad and relevant events in history. "Which one are you most interested in? That can help you go over the minimum word count," He considered as she thought for a moment.
"I always wanted to learn about the French revolution," Cristina answered.
"There we go. Now what's the structure of the essay," Lincoln declared when his ears picked up a battle yell with an increasing shadow above him. "Lynn, Lola, no," He turned around and ordered his more volatile sisters, stopping them in mid-air. They were feral and ready to go. "She's cool. She's cool," Lincoln negotiated in an attempt to calm them down, at least for today.
"She's cool," They repeated while still in the air. He nodded. "Okay," Lynn Jr. spoke as the two landed on the carpet and stepped away. However, they continued to observe them by standing behind on the edge of the entryway. Leni, Luan, and Lucy strolled past them before stopping at the sight of Cristina. Their faces went blank with empty eyes as they joined Lola and Lucy.
"Oh boy," Lincoln whispered to himself. At least it stopped raining. The elementary students worked together while ignoring the piercing stares when someone knocked on the front door.
"That's Belle," Cristina mentioned. She packed up her things while Lincoln walked her to the door. His sisters are still watching them. He opened the door for her. Lincoln's cheeks turned a bright red at the sight of Annabelle. She wore a business casual outfit consisting of a black blazer with a pencil skirt to match. Her crimson buttoned-up shirt managed to contain her impressive chest. Lincoln glanced down. Holy crap, are those thigh-high stockings? Finally a comfortable ankle boots."Mmhmm," She grumbled with a pout. Belle shrugged at her when she got an idea to have a little fun while he's still mesmerized.
"Hey, Lincoln," Annabelle purred while Cristina narrowed her eyes at her.
"Yes, what, um uh hey," Lincoln stammered at a response. Smooth move there, Lincoln.
"Thanks for watching Cristina for me. I really appreciate it," Annabelle thanked while gently pinching his cheek. His sisters were still watching them.
"No problem," Lincoln stuttered as he avoided her gaze. Why? She leaned forward to pinch his cheek, giving him a clear view of her cleavage. It's not much, but it's definitely something. Is she wearing a bra? Maybe a little peek won't hurt.
"Belle, I think we should go," Cristina remarked at her cousin.
"See you around, Lincoln," Annabelle padded his cheek before exiting the door. Lincoln watched her leave with Cristina. His blue eyes followed those swaying hips of hers. Lucy smacked his face for him to regain his composure.
"Thanks, Lucy," Lincoln rubbed his stinging cheek.
"You're welcome," Lucy stated. At least they know that he likes girls or women with a healthy set of hips.
Annabelle's heel clicked on the pavement while Cristina maintained her glare. The older woman experienced that type of look countless times that she's numb to it. She simply smiled at her cousin as they entered the car. They sat in silence while putting on their seatbelts. Annabelle's eyes focused on Cristina.
"Shut up. You know I look good," Annabelle boasted while starting the car. Cristina rolled her eyes despite knowing that it was the truth before glancing down at her own body. "Don't worry, my boobs didn't come in until like middle school. Well…" She revealed before pausing her a moment. "Puberty hit me like a freight train, so I don't know much about you," Belle considered trying to get Cristina's hopes up before pulling off. She gazed at her lap. "Hey, if Lincoln is half a good of a guy that you say he is, then you have little to worry about," Thicc QT eased her worries. "I'll give you some tips that drop his jaw in the future," She whispered as Cristina giggled.
"Time to fast forward again," Lisa pressed the button again before turning to the reader. "Like I said earlier. There will be a lot of time skips in this chapter, plus some of the events haven't happened in the QT Quarrel story yet," She readjusted herself in her seat. "And we barely scratched the surface with Lord Tetherby, Micheal, and his companion. Honestly, that story can go for like forty chapters, and this as a supplement,"
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"Oh, back to our regularly scheduled program," Lisa stated. "Don't worry, we have like two or three more skips before we get to the smut," She pushed up her glasses. "It appears that we're in middle school for Lincoln and Cristina. Oh no, Taylor is on a bit of a mean streak,"
Lisa is correct. Lincoln and his classmates are now in the sixth grade. Some of them cried even though they were going to see each other over the summer. Also, Lincoln went through some bullshit during his time in Scotland, earning some scars from it. Unfortunately, we're not there yet. So I can't tell you guys as it'll be like another two years or so until we actually get to that point, but it'll be awesome. Where was I? Oh, right, middle school. They encountered Taylor and her crew, resulting in the bus instance, but Lincoln figured out how to deal with them. However, that didn't stop them, at least Taylor.
It was midday, and Taylor pushed Cristina against her locker like an uncultured brute she was. The bully was holding her biology text above the young girl's head, taunting her. "Give that back," Cristina pleaded with her face against the cold green steel.
"Or what red?" Taylor smirked, enjoying this moment of dominance. Her parents and Principal Ramirez said that don't harm Lincoln and his friends, but they said nothing about the other sixth graders, "Maybe if you pay me like ten bucks, I'll let you keep it for today,"
"I'm not doing that," Cristina declared.
"Well, you better get a new book," Taylor mocked the young girl.
"What are you doing," Lincoln demanded the older girl. He ditched his polo shirt in favor of an orange hooded short-sleeved shirt. His dead icy eyes focused on her as he walked to the pair. "Let her go, Taylor," He said with his hands in his jean pockets.
"Make me Duke Dipshit," Taylor mocked the young Loud before pushing Cristina to the side. "We ain't in Scotland, and your friends and sisters here to save your pale ass," She pointed the thick textbook at his blank face. He stood before her.
"Just give her back the book, and we can all walk away from this with enough time for lunch," Lincoln negotiated as he tilted his head up to her.
"How about…fuck no," Taylor growled, attempting to intimidate him. Lincoln sighed as he grabbed her tanned forearm. "Hey, what are you doing?"
"I wasn't asking you. I'm telling you," Lincoln muttered, maintaining a tight grip with a blank look. "Give her book back,"
"And I'm telling you to fuck o-shit dude let go," Taylor fumed before wincing his tightening hold on her. Cristina watched as Taylor slowly lowered to her knees. His grip got stronger as the seconds went by as he slowly crushed her forearm. "Okay, okay, okay, uncle fucking uncle," Her eyes slowly watered while Lincoln's face remained neutral. "Please let me go," She whispered before dropping the book to the tile floor. Lincoln gave Cristina a blank look. She grabbed it and held it against her chest. Lincoln caught Taylor's head, staring into her teary eyes.
"Next time…I won't be as nice," Lincoln threatened before releasing her. "Now get out of my sight," Taylor nodded while holding her bruised arm. The sixth graders watched her walk away, mumbling that her arm was probably sprained. Lincoln's face softened as he turned to Cristina. "Are you okay, Cristina?" Lincoln consoled his former crush.
"Yeah, I'm okay," Cristina thanked as they walked to the lunchroom. "Why did you do it," Lincoln raised an eyebrow at her, confused at her statement. "Why did you help me? I thought you hated me," Past memories rushed by.
"I forgave you a while ago," Lincoln smiled at her to her surprise as they approached the lunchroom.
"You forgave me," Cristina muttered as he nodded to confirm before hugging him. The action surprised him, but he still returned it. "Thank you, Lincoln,"
"Don't mention it," Lincoln said as he opened the lunchroom door for her to enter. "Sit with us for today. That'll keep Taylor off your case for a while," He offered to the redhead. She took up his offer. The table was shocked at the sight of Cristina at Lincoln's side. Nevertheless, they welcomed her with open arms. Although something is poking at the back of her mind preventing her from truly enjoying the joyful atmosphere
A few years later. Finally, I can get to the explicit content
Everyone graduated high school and is now in their second year of college but not the local community college despite still being in Royal Woods. A new program was established a few years ago called College Prep. It's essentially high school all over again for college credit while preparing students to smoothly transition into adult life. The program was initiated by [REDACTED], becoming a huge success. Students can get all their general education credits out of the way, get their associate's degree, and it's free. So what's the deal with Cristina right now.
"Holy crap, there she is," Someone whispered. She's walking down the hallway turning heads on her way to her next class. Puberty has granted her some … assets. Not to the extent of her cousin Annabelle but she has an hourglass figure while being slim thick with her cute ass. That combined with impressive grades and a wonderful personality. It made her one of the most popular girls in school. Plus, Cristina has an incredible group of friends. So. Why isn't she happy? What's keeping her back from enjoying herself? Her eyes peeked at a classroom focusing on a tuff of white hair as she walked by. She tugged at her navy halter top as suffocating guilt rested on her repentant heart.
"Lincoln," Cristina whispered to herself before checking her watch. "I better hurry up, or I'll be late for psychology," She increased her pace before finding her classroom. They were learning about mental disorders, particularly the types of schizophrenia. Cristina meticulously took her notes while her thoughts circle around a certain Lincoln Loud and how awful she treated him in fifth grade. Everyone who went to their elementary school knows it. She treated him like a freak of nature by avoiding and shunning him after the 'Make the case' event. Yes, the video of him kissing a bust with her picture on it was rather creepy and unsettling, but that's all he did. Lincoln didn't touch her or did anything that remotely made her uncomfortable. He didn't do anything to her while she swapped classes and did everything she could to avoid being around him. Cristina flipped to a new page. Despite all of that, Lincoln forgave her. She should be happy about this. On the other hand, Lincoln experienced trials and tragedies nobody should go through, such as what happened in Scotland with that maniac Morag. Lisa's rouge experiments attacking in elementary and middle school but especially that incident. It made Lincoln go to Dr. Lopez, soon diagnosing him with clinical depression. (Hint. Hint. A bit of a spoiler for a significant moment in QTQ) Compared to all of that, what she did was minor.
"Okay, let's wrap it up for today," The professor announced. Several students packed up their belongings while others stayed behind to ask questions.
"Hey Cristina, let's head to Games and Grub for lunch," Stella considered as they exited the building. Cristina shrugged at the idea. She can go for some pizza. "Hey, Lincoln," Stella shouted across the parking lot. Cristina's heart froze for a moment. He's taking them. Lincoln waved to them, leaning against Vanzilla with Clyde, Liam, and Zach. He leveled up too. Years at the Atlas gym along with Ares' and Athena's arena sculpted his body. Nothing crazy. Lincoln was toned, lithe, and perfectly well adjusted, built for speed and technique. Those pictures of him coming out of Girl Jordan's pool were the highlight of the party. Well, speak of the devil. Here she is with Mollie.
"Is everyone ready to go?" Lincoln asked the group. They nodded as they entered the van. He started the car and drove off.
The group sat at a medium-sized table while Cristina sat as far away as she could from Lincoln as they waited for their food. It was in the middle of the afternoon; luckily for them, there was no lunch rush. All the kids and teenagers were still in class. Hah!
"Looks like Hunter x Hunter is on hiatus. Again," Zach groaned with the rest of the table. Come on, dude, just hurry up.
"I'm still waiting on Half-Life 3," Stella remarked.
"It won't happen, Stella," Lincoln commented at the Filipino. "The mere consideration of the possibility of it is how Valve keeps us coming back for more," He explained. "Also Steam sales. Are we going to play some of the games?" The white-haired Loud gestured towards her.
"Nope," Stella shook her head. She has a ton of unplayed games. Me too, Stella.
"Exactly," Lincoln confirmed when he sniffed garlic in the air. "Sweet our foods here," He smiled along with the rest of the group as the waitress paced to their table. Mozzarella QT (Sorry, I haven't figured out a name for you yet) pushed the trolley with two hot and ready pepperoni pizzas along with their sides and drinks.
"Two extra-large pepperoni pizzas," Mozzarella QT repeated the order as she set it on the table. Their mouths watered at the bubbling cheese layer. The brunette grabbed the rest of the orders, such as nachos, garlic knots, curly fries, and mozzarella sticks. She gave Lincoln a flirty smile while sliding over his curly fries. "And here you go, cutie," Her comments stopped Cristina mid-bite of her garlic knots. "There's something extra for you," A small order of mozzarella sticks, a personal favorite of hers.
"Um, thanks," Lincoln gave her an anxious smile. She playfully winked at him before heading back.
"Dude, there's something in the basket," Zach pointed out to him. Lincoln gazed at the basket while chewing on the crunchy food. A bright purple card. He picked it up and dusted any crumbs off.
"It's her phone number and other socials," Lincoln revealed as the group shared a glance. Here we go again. Lincoln topped the charts for the most popular and dateable guy. He made all the marks. His soft snow-white hair, mesmerizing blue eyes, with a chiseled body. He can switch between 'Yes, sir, I'll have her home by 8' to 'Your mom calls me daddy too' by taking off his shirt. Lincoln's multi-faceted personality allows him to attract virtually any girl. That's one benefit of having ten sisters. He has something for everyone.
Furthermore, his analytic nature, gentle demeanor, and ruthless determination. They've seen what he can do. A somber mood briefly brushed the group. Lincoln got some scars, all to protect them, even landing in the hospital for a while. All to bounce back like it didn't happen. However, there's something else about Lincoln. "She called me cute, but I'm like a six on a good day," He's oblivious to the attention. That can be blamed on his depression.
"Lincoln. We talked about this," Clyde scolded as Mollie nodded.
"Sorry," Lincoln muttered as his eyes scanned the area for his sisters, especially Leni and Lucy. Leni is much stronger than she looks and can be terrifying in some cases. Lucy can pop up out of nowhere most of the time. Another gut punch to Cristina as she sipped her vanilla coke.
Annabelle calmly typed on her laptop while scrolling up and down, ensuring that the report was in order. "Man, I hate writing spreadsheets," She grumbled at her task before sighing. "That's what I get for being an executive," Yep, she got promoted over the years, making a true boss bitch. Pretty face, lots of bass, and making bank at her bank. Belle sipped her water when the front door opened. "Hey, Cristina, how class today," She brought up as her cousin sat down with a vacant expression. "Not good, huh?" Belle predicted.
"Oh, it's not that," Cristina corrected before taking a pause. "It's Lincoln," She answered. Belle stopped her typing to focus on Cristina. "We were at Games and Grub getting some lunch when the waitress gave him all of her socials," The redhead clenched her fist. "For some reason, I didn't like it,"
"Yeah, you like him," Annabelle stated. Cristina tilted her head in confusion. She likes him? "I said what I said," The older woman reaffirmed her statement while taking another sip of her water. "I don't blame you for still liking him. Bunny boy is a total catch," She replied earnestly. Annabelle technically isn't wrong as some of her coworkers and a good number of women, men, and non-binaries discuss their interest in him. Amazing body with a great personality to match.
"I don't like him in that way," Cristina countered with narrowed eyes. Annabelle stared at her with a smirk for a few seconds before her cheeks turned pink. "Okay, maybe a little bit," The redhead crossed her arms as her lips quivered a bit. "I damn well know he doesn't like me back in that way either for good reasons," Cristina muttered while holding herself tight. Annabelle's gorgeous face softened at her cousin.
"Cristina, honey, it's been like ten years since the video went public," Annabelle consoled her. "Both were of you admitted where you went wrong. He acknowledged that the video was cringe-worthy. You display establishing proper boundaries for when someone is making you uncomfortable." She got up and went to Cristina's side, wrapping an arm around her bare shoulder. "Especially when your boobs finally came in," Annabelle pointed to Cristina's bountiful cleavage. She couldn't match the sheer volume of her cousin, but that's more than enough to grab and look at. "However, you're treating him the same as you did when you swapped classes after the video," Cristina's eyes widened at the suggestion.
"I have?" Cristina wondered. Has she really been doing the same thing now as she did back in elementary school?
"Yes, you have." Annabelle nodded as Cristina sighed. "I know you're scared, but you can't let your guilt control you. Otherwise, you better stop hanging out around him. Let alone being in the same school, state, or country as him," She declared, allowing Cristina's thoughts to marinate on her words. What will she do?
Several days have passed since Cristina's talk with Annabelle. Lincoln, Cristina, and their friends were hanging out on this relaxing Friday night at the bowling alley. Liam used his softball skills to roll a strike. "That's another strike for Liam," Clyde confirmed as he gave the farmboy a high five while walking to his seat. "Girl Jordan you're up next," The Dodgeball Duchess picked up a medium-sized green bowling ball and stepped to the lane. Lincoln's eyes matched Cristina's, who immediately looked away.
"She's doing it again. More than usual this week," Lincoln thought to himself. He analyzed his old crushes' behavior for a lengthy period. No, it wasn't in a creepy way. Okay, it's kinda creepy, but Lincoln's studying to be a detective, so that excuses it.
"Damnnit a seven-ten split," Girl Jordan grumbled as the bowling bowl returned. Now, where was he? Oh right, Cristina's strange behavior. She's been keeping her distance between him and her, avoiding eye contact as much as possible, only hanging out with him when they're in a group.
"Lincoln, you're up next," Clyde's voice interrupted his thoughts. Lincoln stood up and placed his fingers into an orange bowling bowl. He recalls Cristina frowning whenever she evades his stare. The bowling bowl effortlessly rolled down the lane. A perfect strike. His blue eyes peeked at Stella and Cristina for a moment. Avoiding direct eye contact and frowns means one thing. Cristina feels guilty. About what that is? He'll find out soon enough. They were in on the plan except for Cristina. It was simple. Get alone with her and gently yet firmly ask her what's going with her.
"I'm getting hungry. Who's coming with me," Mollie brought up to the group. Stella, Zach, and Liam went with her. Clyde paused the match while joining Girl Jordan en route to the bathroom, leaving Lincoln and Cristina alone facing each other on opposing rows of seats. Her heart race raced at his blank stare as it pierced her soul. Lincoln leaned casually against his chair with an arm placed over the back of it.
"Cristina," He spoke after a few tense seconds. She jolted at the sound of her name. "Can I talk to you for a few minutes, please?" Lincoln politely requested, despite his tone offering a single answer. Cristina gulped before nodding. The two stood up went into a barely lit section of the establishment. It was concealed by a wall preventing others from eavesdropping. There's a crowd tonight, but there's only one entrance. Lincoln and Cristina faced each other with their backs against their respective walls. "I'll cut to chase. What's the matter, Cristina," He started his interrogation. Cristina offered an assuming smile. Lincoln narrowed his eyes at her. "Please don't give me that bullshit on how everything is fine," He placed his hands in pockets while she frowned. "I've been down that path before," Skin-crawling memories resurfaced from the depths of his mind. It's been a decade since some of those events, but they still plague him to this day. Cristina's shivered as she sniffed loudly. Lincoln stepped back as he wasn't expecting this. She covered her mouth to prevent any sobs from leaking out. Okay, this is bad. Really, really bad. He knew that she was guilty of something. However, Lincoln didn't know that it was this bad. "Oh shit, I'm sorry, Cristina," He replied in a tender voice. "I don't know what you're going through, but I'll stop if it's making you uncomfortable,"
"It's not you, Lincoln," Cristina admitted while wiping her face with her hands. He gave her a few moments to collect herself. "It's me and everything that I did to you,"
"Everything?" Lincoln repeated as she nodded to confirm. "But you didn't do everything to me," He remarked, wondering why she was feeling like this?
"Yes, I have," Cristina grumbled with a sniffle. "You've been through a lot of shit, and I was one of them," Tears rolled down her face as she confessed to him while he simply listened. "For months, I treated you like shit after that video was released. I changed classrooms. I avoided you in public even not wanting to touch you," She croaked out with clenched fists. "Fuck, I even jumped into a trash can when Luna mentioned that I was your type. Probably not anymore," A low mocking snicker escaped her lips. "Despite everything that I did to you, you still forgave me. I wanted to be happy about it but I couldn't. The first girl that you ever had a crush on ruined love for you, and I hated myself for it, yet," She paused, staring into his eyes. "I still wanted you to look at me the same way, just like in fifth grade," Cristina revealed when Lincoln swiftly embraced her. Her eyes expanded at his action, but he didn't say a word. She slowly wrapped her arms around his trunk, resting her tear-stained face in the crook of his neck. Neither of them said a word, only enjoying each other's presence.
"I said this before Cristina, but I forgave you a long time," Lincoln whispered to her. "Compared to what happened to me in the last ten years." He gestured to the faint scar on his cheek when he visited Great Lake city, saving Ronnie Anne from Nikki's psycho mother. Okay, that's a spoiler, but we're several chapters before that happens. Lincoln had other scars on his body, but we're not there yet in QT Quarrel. It's like seasons 4, 5, and the movie. That's where I can flex my creative muscles. "That's pretty minor," He chuckled a bit before softening his eyes. "You can't change what happened in the past. Well, you could, but that's one of the few things Lisa refuses to do because of the whole destroying the whole space-time continuum," Lincoln explained to her. "COVID-19 and the Insurrection was a mess. One change can turn that shit stain into tomato sauce stain in Tupperware," She mouthed an 'Oh' recalling that Zach's parents almost participated but didn't. Thanks to Lincoln stalling them, and Zach caught a severe cold. "Also, I still think you're an angel," He said shyly with pink cheeks.
Her cheeks copied his at the comment. "Thank you, Lincoln," Cristina muttered, holding him tight. He still thinks that she's an angel? Damn, he's a wonderful guy. Cristina licked her lips. Maybe she should reward him for his generosity.
"No problem, Cristina. So no more hating yourself, okay? I'm the one with depression," Lincoln joked while she nodded. That weight on her chest has been lifted from her chest. She glanced at her chest for a moment and got an idea.
"Hey, Lincoln," Cristina purred sultrily with a slight smirk giving him bedroom eyes. His throat went dry at the tone of her voice. What the hell is this? Her smirked widened at his shocked expression. "Can you give me your hand for a quick second?" She requested while he raised a brow. His hand? Lincoln raised his hand as requested. "Perfect," Cristina took his hand, placed it on her left breast, and gave it a squeeze to his astonishment. "Pretty soft, right?" She bragged while he could barely utter a response. "I know what you're thinking. 'Cristina, what are you doing? We're in public, and you don't have to do this'" Cristina predicted while using his hand to massage her breast. "I know, and I wanted to do this for a long time now," She released his hand, but it remained in place as his fingers sank deeper. "And I have a feeling that you want this too, but we can take it slow," Cristina considered upon his hesitation.
"PSSSST! Lincoln is everything okay over there," Clyde whispered from the other end of the hallway, interrupting them. Cristina sucked her teeth. There goes her moment.
"Yeah, we're okay," Lincoln replied to his friend before looking back at the redhead. "Let's head back," The pair went back to their seats with their friends waiting for them. They stopped their eating and conversation and stared at them. "We're good, guys," Lincoln answered to their relief.
"Finally, you two got rid of that awkward atmosphere," Mollie remarked as she wiped her mouth with a napkin. Everyone chatted for the rest of the evening, with the boys winning the match. They cleaned and sanitized the area before returning their bowling shoes.
The stars and moon shined in the night sky as they exited the bowling alley. Cristina gave the girls a subtle glance before focusing on Lincoln. The target of her gaze pulled out of his keys. "Who needs a ride home?" He offered with only Cristina raising her hand. "What about the rest of you guys,"
"We called an Uber," Stella revealed with her red iPhone in hand while other girls nodded.
"My parents gave me the van for tonight," Zach pointed his thumb to the vehicle.
"Alright, I'll see you guys later," Lincoln replied with Cristina at his side. They turned around, walking to Vanzilla with Cristina holding a thumbs-up behind her back.
"We're here," Lincoln announced upon parking in her driveway. "So about early did you mean it, or was it a spur of the moment type thing," He questioned with a blush.
"I meant it," Cristina answered while rubbing her hand up and down his thighs. "And I want to do it now," She pulled down her top revealing her bouncy boobs to him. His cheeks turned scarlet. HOLY SHIT, SHE WASN'T WEARING A BRA!
"Wait like now now," Lincoln wanted to confirm as she leaned forward across his lap with a gentle smile. She nodded. "Okay, just let me get these off," He started to take off his jeans. Hey, free blowjob from his crush. She grabbed his hand.
"No, allow me," Cristina offered up to him. Lincoln placed his hands at his sides. "You deserve to lay back and relax while I do all the work. Okay?" She winked at him as he gulped, attempting to find the seat recliner. Lincoln pressed the button pulling his seatback. "Good, now let's get these stupid jeans off," Cristina wasted no time unbuckling his belt and pulling down his jeans to his ankles. Her eyes widened at his bulge as it threatened to rip itself out of his Ace savvy boxers. She jerked it up and down through the fabric. "Shit, I'm going to need a lot of spit for this," Cristina whispered in anticipation while Lincoln blushed at her comment, looking at the roof of the van. There's no turning back now. She pulled down his before her eyes expanded again! It's even bigger than what she's expecting. "Lincoln, how do you hide this?" Cristina questioned as she wiggled it back and forth.
"I'm a grower, not a shower," Lincoln revealed as her warm hands continued to stroke him.
"I don't think I can take it all, but I have something in mind," Cristina implied. What does she have planned? He gasped when her soft mounds smothered his cock. "I believe this should make up for it," She steadily moved up and down to maintain a smooth rhythm. His soft breathing illustrates how great she's making him feel. "Feel good," Lincoln nodded with closed eyes. "It's about to get even better," She opened her mouth and took in his sensitive pink head. Her nimble tongue looped it several times to his delightful torment before taking him in. Lincoln's body rumbled at her soft mouth as she bobbed her head.
"Oh fuck, just like that, Cristina," He muttered with a hushed voice. She smiled at his moans. He's enjoying himself. Her pussy moistened at how effortlessly he slid in and out of her mouth. Cristina wanted to rub herself, but right now, it isn't about her. It's about Lincoln. The only thing she has to do is show him how sorry she is and thankful for his mercy. She glanced at his hands and got an idea.
"Lincoln, push my head down," Cristina demanded, letting him slip out of her mouth while massaging him with her boobs. Spit dripped from the corner of her lips.
"What?" Lincoln asked while she nodded. "Are you sure about this?" He placed a hand on her puffy red hair. She nodded again. "Okay," Lincoln answered as he gradually pushed her head down. He groaned as she went deeper while her teary eyes rolled back.
"That's a good girl. Remember to keep your throat relaxed," Annabelle watched the window as she massaged her mammoth milkers. She wondered where Cristina was, but now she does. Cristina is gobbling on his cock and is doing a great job at it. "Gosh, Lincoln, you make the most adorable faces," Annabelle twisted her brown nipples with a bitten lip. "Fuck, Cristina, if you weren't going to do it, then I would gladly take your place right now,"
"Come on, Cristina, you're almost there," Lincoln moaned as he edged closer to the end. "You said that you wanted to show me how sorry you truly are," He recalled as she muttered a response. "Show me how much you can take can," Her soft lips tightened around his cock as she increased her tempo. Cristina gagged for a brief moment as his phallus reached her gag reflex. Nevertheless, she continued her task. At least Lincoln washes and moisturizes regularly. She smelled eucalyptus when his dick twitched. He's getting close. Cristina turned her head towards Lincoln, wanting him to look at her while she was doing this. That he did. The two eyes' locked with each other while Lincoln breathed heavily. "Cristina," He groaned, releasing his seed into her mouth. She held the base of his shaft while swallowing every drop. Cristina's mouth remained on his cock, sucking it clean. "Holy fuck, Cristina," Lincoln's chest heaved up and down while she pulled her top up. "I think there are some napkins in the glove compartment," She opened it and pulled a few brown napkins.
"Enjoyed yourself," Cristina quizzed as she wiped her mouth clean. Lincoln nodded to confirm.
"You definitely earned that apology," He breathed when his eyes widened. "Oh shit, what time did Annabelle thought you were going home?" Her eyes widened, too, when her phone buzzed.
"Crap, it's Belle," Cristina whispered at the caller ID. She cleared her throat before answering. "Hey, Belle. Yeah, I'm fine. We just pulled in the driveway. Don't worry, Lincoln is with me," The redhead winked at him as she hanged up. "I got to go but let's do this again," She kissed his cheek before exiting the van and entering her home. Lincoln smiled as he drove back home.
Cristina strolled through her living room when the lights flicked on. "Looks like you had fun tonight," Annabelle acknowledged.
"We made up so no more guilt," Cristina answered with a blush. Annabelle smiled as she hugged her younger cousin.
"You sucked him off nice and hard, didn't ya," Annabelle taunted in her ears. Cristina's face matched her hair. Fuck she watched them. "Did you swallow,"
"Oh, piss off," Cristina grumbled as she pushed Annabelle off of her. She marched to her room. However, now she can look into Lincoln's eyes again.
"A bit easy on the smut this round," Lisa mentioned but shrugged. "This is one was more of an emotional story. Also, yes, this chapter/universe aligns with what the author has in store for QTQ" She pressed shuffle again. "There's another poll for…let me check again," Lisa searched for a brief moment. "Ah, here it is. 'What type of Black Air Force energy should Lincoln have?'" She read off the poll question. "It can be for fun or the story. The author originally had them in categories, but that proved to be rather tedious. Plus, some of the choices could probably be better for his other story," She concluded.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
"Oh, this must be the special chapter," Lisa remarked. Her interest grew as she continued to read the synopsis. "This one is more action-packed. I better get some popcorn," She made herself look presentable as she went to the kitchen.
FINALLY, I'M DONE! Sorry, it took so long, but classes and writing 2 other stories can suck up your time.
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