Welcome back to QTQ. How did you guys enjoy Mollie's chapter from LLB? Speaking of which, the poll of the 3-way is up and open. Please use all your available votes because we currently have tie for second place. It makes everything easier as I don't have to do a tiebreaker. Although, I probably do a theme poll again since we're almost at TWENTY CHAPTER AND 100K views. A celebration is in order. Now sit back, relax and enjoy the chapter.
QOTD: What songs fits the QTs and the canon girl's relationship with Lincoln? For Haiku, it's 'My best friends' brother' by Victoria Justice.
CartoonFF/boygenius2020: I never saw that movie or seen the Wednesdays. I probably should.
JD112/VongolaJoe/Uber Ghidorah: Glad to hear that. Ferrothorn carried me through 5th gen. Dunsparce won't get an evolution anytime soon since whole give Dunsparce an evolution is a classic in the community. I'm glad that Raichu got Aloan form but that's probably all it's going to get for a few generations. You always remember your first.
Mr. Haziq: I use all three. Becky has more roasting moments in future chapters. True but you can't overlook Lisa(Hint. Hint). The QTs are going to be pissed at Alexandria in this chapter. Writing fanfictions takes you to strange places.
dogspirit1: The last chapter was a shifting point so I can understand why it was hard to keep track of.
ThanosGaming/Phillip Craig: It's more like special effects he learned by Luan. Also yes, Sid will appear in the story.
Guest(1): I wanted to include Maggie for a few chapters now but things happened. She and Becky aren't officially in the Lincoln bowl. It's mostly for fun.
NiteOwl18: Haiku has been a goth for at least a year, fascinated with the occult, writes poetry and a key member of the Mortician's key. Her being melodramatic is a requirement. Plus, I based her personality off Rarity from MLP. Maybe and yes.
Lincoln, Alexandria, and Serena stood apart in a triangular formation in one of the Arena's sparring rooms. The walls were painted blood with layers of pitch-black mats. Adora stood in the middle, observing her students warm up. Lincoln decked out his orange training gear practicing jabs and kicks in the blue corner. Her blue eyes checked out Alexandria in the yellow corner meditating. Finally, the red corner with Serena/Pandora (I'm going to switch between these names) checking her headgear before stretching her muscles. Adora smiled at them as they impressively progressed over the past few months. She heard from Albert that Lincoln grew a bit of spine with his sisters. Although it was alarming that he had to jump out of a window, one of his sister's friends demanded to know the cause of his condition. At least all that parkour training came in handy. She blew her whistle. They stood up, pausing their actions. Warm-up time is over. Adora surveyed each one as they had determined looks on their young faces. "Is everyone ready" She got her answers with Lincoln bumping his MMA gloves together. Alexandria getting in a cat stance. Serena bending her knees into a square stance. Neither said a word waiting for the signal. "Hajime" The instructor stepped back.
They still didn't move as they waited for the other to make the first move. Their eyes bounced back and forth with subtle twitches and leg movements. Adora smiled. They learned patience and timing. Serena didn't want to wait any longer and charged at Alexandria. The tanned skin girl kept her distance with kicks and smacking her hands away, denying Serena to grab her. Lincoln stayed in his corner. Serena reached her gi's collar when Alexandria intercepted the grab by delivering a hand chop in the grappler's inner elbow. This was what Serena wanted. The strike allowed her arm to rotate around Karate QT's guard. Pandora's fingers find themselves near her opponent's neck. Oh no. Alexandria couldn't allow herself to be on the ground. Serena closed the distance when Alexandria forced her fist into her stomach. She forced herself not to make a sound as her stomach ached. Good thing she didn't eat heavy before they started. Alexandria used the moment to back up. Keep the distance. That's how you deal with grapplers. Serena glared as she rushed with a burst of speed, snaking her around Alexandria's waist. Karate's QT's eyes widened in alarm as she was lifted in the air. Her heart raced as she attempted to push Pandora off, even punching her shoulders to loosen her grip. No use as Alexandria's fists met toughened bone and muscles. Pandora prepared to slam her fellow QT on the mat when Lincoln countered with a swift low kick to the shins. The kick unstabilized her stance, causing her knees to buckle. Alexandria slipped out of the suffocating grip back on her feet. Both hands grabbed Pandora's arm. She swiftly turned around and bucked her hips into Pandora's. It lifted Pandora off her feet as her body slid over Alexandria's shoulder, landing on her back with a thud. Adora grinned at Alexandria's judo throw. The karate practitioner's eyes sharpened, blocking Lincoln's attack to her face with an open palm. Both matched the other's force as they leaped from each other.
Their eyes locked. Lincoln bounced on the balls of his feet with his fists raised to his chin. She nodded at him before sprinting. Adora analyzed their spar. Lincoln had the most speed out of the trio combined with his reflexes made him slippery. He easily flowed between attack and defense. Alexandria struggled to land a hit on him as he continued to parry and dip out of her attacks. It was no cakewalk for him either, as she had years of training under her yellow belt. Her defenses were a bastion. Immovable and Indomitable. He needed to find an opening. Alexandria backstepped, avoiding an elbow strike to her jaw. That would've knocked her out or made it sore for a few days. Her pride allowed for neither option. She firmly planted her foot on the ground, rotating her hips to deliver a roundhouse kick to his face. He slipped out range with the bottom of her foot barely grazing his nose. Her heart sank at the miscalculation and him tightening his fists. Alexandria's eyes bounced to Serena, who was getting up. Good. She can help her tag team him. He delivered an angled, brutal cross to her cheek. Her face mimicked a goldfish gasping for air as he punched the spit out of her mouth. But he wasn't done yet as he had another fist ready to go. His attack, combined with her being on one leg, forced her head down. Lincoln lowered his body to scan his target. Adora winced at the impact of Lincoln serving Alex a savage uppercut. Good thing she got her that mouthguard. Alexandria's body twisted as her head jolted upward. She collapsed on her back in a daze, failing to regain her balance. Adora drilled into Lincoln's mind: Never let a fight go to the judges. It's easy to be declared the winner when your opponent is face down on the floor, barely conscious. His ears twitched to the patterning of rapid footsteps. He turned his body around, using his forearms as a barrier against Serena's monstrous palm strike. His skin and bone stang at the assault but shook it off. She flexed her fingers like claws as a feral grin made itself home on her face. No time was wasted. Serena charged in with a flurry of wild swipes. He bobbed and weaved whenever he could. Her attacks had the most power out of the three of them. The panda lover pounced at him, wrapping her arms as she squeezed him like a tube of toothpaste. He gasped for air from this bear hug. And he thought Leni was a hugger. She raised him off the ground. Lincoln forced his knee into her midsection. Serena endured the pain, slamming him into the mat. He gritted his teeth, now that he's on the ground. She licked her lips with feral eyes at the sight of him on his back. Now he's her prey. It's time to assert her dominance over this adorable little rabbit. Serena got between his legs. No, not like that. Probably when it's her turn for the lemon.
She sat on his midsection with open palms, ready to pin him. He can struggle all he wants, but that's what makes it so fun for her. Lincoln quickly grabbed her forearm, locking it between his wrists as his feet locked around one of her ankles. He twisted his sore body, reversing their position. Now he's on top between her legs as she tightened them behind his lower back. Lincoln observed his situation. His face turned scarlet, viewing Pandora's flirty smirk as she wiggled her eyebrows at him. Can you blame him? He swallowed the lump in his throat when the sounds of groaning pierced his ears. Alexandria slowly came back to the world of the living as she rubbed her aching jaw. Damn, that hurt. Lincoln's eyes bounced between Pandora and Alexandria. He's a rock in a hard place, with Pandora holding him in place while Alexandria shook her head, regaining her focus on him. Oh boy. A rapid beeping noise alerted them that the match was over. Lincoln sighed as he leaned back in exhaustion when Pandora released her hold on him. The trio breathed heavily with their adolescent bodies coated in sweat. Alexandria put her hands on her hips as she paced around, taking deep breaths as she went. Lincoln helped Pandora up as she took off her headgear while removing his gloves. Adora whistled, signaling them to her. "Awesome work out there," She nodded in approval before sniffing the air a bit. "Hit the showers while I got you guys some drinks," Pandora sniffed Lincoln enjoying his musk.
"Dude, you reek," Pandora mocked before going with Alexandria. Lincoln smelled his pits and gagged. He really needs to shower. A cold one. Fortunately for him, it's a slow day at the Arena, so no flaccid old man penis. Ewwwwwwwwwwwww! Sorry for putting that image in your head.
Adora found the trio with sports drinks in her hands. They were chatting in the lounge area at a white table with their bags near their feet. Alexandria still rubbed her jaw. "Geez, Lincoln. Were you trying to send me to your mom's dental office" She groaned, slowly moving it around.
"I apologized" Lincoln rolled his eyes at her. "At least, I didn't try to squeeze you like a lemon" He gestured his thumb to Pandora, who smiled.
"I'll do it again," Pandora taunted as Adora handed them their drinks. Orange, blue, and red for each of them. They twisted the bottle caps and chugged it down in desperate need of electrolytes. Lincoln checked out Alexandria as they were drinking. A thin blue droplet slowly traveled down her chin to her neck before disappearing into her developing cleavage in that navy blue tank top. Alexandria moaned in satisfaction at the cool beverage. Man, that was good. Lincoln's curious stares drew her attention to him. He looked away with an anxiously red expression when she raised a puzzling brow at him. Pandora blankly glanced at her still flat chest. Soon. Adora patted her head in support.
"Excellent work, you three. Lincoln, you're following through with your attacks. Still need some work with your grappling," Adora explained when Lincoln nodded. "Serena, you're still too reliant on grappling. We need to adjust for that," Serena pouted as she loved to grapple and clinch. "Not much to say for you, Alexandria," Adora acknowledged. Alexandria gave them a smug smirk. "I would have to say it's your mindset" Her mindset? "You struggle against fighters with different styles," Alexandria begrudgingly agreed, as seen with the earlier fight. "Years of karate doesn't mean anything if someone goes against everything you're used to. That's why I'm having you three learn different styles. Plus, a solid punch in the jaw can make anyone humble," Adora finished while joking a bit.
"Oh ha, ha, ha ow," Alexandria dryly laughed before a jolt of pain sparked in her mouth. She rested her cool bottle against her face to ease the pain. Oh, that's so much better. Her phone vibrated. "Hey, Pandora, my mom's here" The two young girls grabbed their gym bags.
"I'll see you, girls, later. I'm heading to the Atlas gym to wait for my mom," Lincoln told the girls. He and Adora strolled to the gym.
"Soooooooooooooo how's school" Adora chirped in a teasing tone. Lincoln frowned, recognizing the style. It's the same one his sisters used when they wanted to gossip. "Or someone caught your eye" She opened the door for them.
"We're not doing this," Lincoln declared, walking through the building as people did their aerobics and weightlifting. She clasped her hands together.
"Please. You're the closest thing I have to a little brother," Adora pleaded with sparkling puppy dog eyes. "And I want to make up for lost time," Twinkle. Twinkle.
"I have five," Lincoln stated, unfettered at her attempts. "I'm pretty sure that they'll get jealous if I gain another one," Adora pouted at his statement.
"Okay, then older cousin then," Adora suggested putting a hand on her waist. Lincoln shrugged. Fair enough. "I'm heading to lunch. See you around" She ruffled his hair as she left. Lincoln smiled as he walked to find the sitting area. His mother was dealing with the writer's club at the moment, so he had time.
"Lincoln, just the person I wanted to see," Mr. Yates called out to him. He just finished his Pilates wearing a matching periwinkle top and shorts with a stylized Y on the shirt.
"Hello, Mr. Yates. You need me for something," Lincoln greeted with his orange Gatorade in his hand. The older fellow walked to him with his family's signature smile.
"Yes, the wife and I wanted to talk to you about something," Bumper Sr. pleaded as his smile faltered a bit. Lincoln nodded as he opened his drink again. Was it about his firstborn son? "You almost done there, honey," Mr. Yates shouted, turning his head to the weight lifting section.
"I got one more set to go," Jancey replied in the same workout outfit as her husband but in pink. She was on the power rack with a barbell on her shoulder. It had three black iron weights on each end. Lincoln checked the weights. That must be over 200 pounds at the minimum. had an incredible body matched with a great personality. He and probably other males dubbed her as a MILF. His mother counts, too, but he isn't going down that rabbit hole. Jancey had full voluptuous breasts. An E-cup or DDD cup. Her thighs matched the chest as they were THICCCC! Thick with muscle. Nice. Lincoln sipped his Gatorade when she squatted. His adolescent eyes widened at astonishment and amazement with a hint of lust for good measure. Jancey Yates had some ass. And a whole lot of it. Where the hell did she get it from?! Double cheeked up on a Thursday afternoon. Hella, a lot of ass. The sun is still out. Damn.
"Are you okay?" Bumper Sr. asked in concern at Lincoln's coughing fit. Lincoln gave him a thumbs-up as he covered his mouth. His drink went down the wrong pipe. It burned his throat and nose despite its cool sensation. He went to find some tissues.
"What happened?" Jancy queried, looking over her shoulder as she continued her workout.
"Honey, you squatted in front of a young man going through puberty when butts and thighs are the trends these days," Mr. Yates explained. His eyes followed her, going up and down enjoying the show. "I'm pretty sure you awakened something in him" He had a similar reaction. His wife had several awards for weightlifting back in the day.
"Oh dear," Jancey whispered as she finished her workout. Although she has been labeled as the neighbor's hot wife before. She still got it.
Lincoln returned with whatever dignity he left. He accepted their offer of driving him home. They strolled to their van as Lincoln texted his mother about his situation. He read his comics in the backseat as they picked up Beatrix and Belle from the high school. No Bumper or Beau. Lincoln shrugged as he turned a page. The two probably had other activities. "So, what did you guys want to talk to me about?" He never thought he would see the day. The Yates frowned. Belle shuffled in her seat, holding her violin while Beatrix glanced at her lap.
"It's about Bumper," Jancey admitted, glancing at him through the rearview mirror. "He has a bit of a crush on your sister."
"Which one?" Lincoln asked. He has ten of them. They have to be more specific
"Luan, the one with the braces and the puppet," Bumper Sr revealed.
"Oh...why, though," Lincoln quizzed them. Okay, Lincoln. Just view Luan from Bumper's perspective. Luan had a great smile, a charming personality, and looked terrific in kneesocks. Man, there was this one time that she wore that magician's outfit. Something built up in his throat, turning his face green. "Can we pull over, please?" He pleaded, holding his stomach.
Luan chatted with some of her friends when her smile morphed into a frown. Why is she feeling this way? "Hey, dollface, who's the mooch in your caboose?" Mr. Coconuts asked the comedic actress.
"Yeah, like what happened," Ruby added. Luan had a serious thinking face with her elbows on the table as her fingers interlocked.
"I don't why," Luan responded slowly. She was fine a moment ago, then for some reason, someone smacked her in the face. "But I feel insulted yet happy." How do you feel happy that you were insulted? "It was Lincoln," Luan admitted. Ruby had like several questions.
"Psst! Don't ask," Mr. Coconuts whispered to the Indian girl, interrupting her train of thought. "They have a weird 'sister sense' for bunny boy" Rudy had even more questions. The puppet shrugged. "I don't either. I gave up a long time ago."
The Yates watched as Lincoln puked his guts out near some bushes from their van. Fortunately, they can't see it from their angle with his back facing them. He had his hands on his knees, continuing to spit. They grimace at what he possibly imagined to invoke such a reaction. "Hey, um, Lincoln, do you need to go to the hospital or something?" Bumper Sr. comforted from the van. Lincoln raised his thumb up, indicating his status. "Oh, okay then," He replied. "We have barf bags, right?" Bumper Sr. asked his wife in worry. She widened her eyes in alarm before scrambling to find one in the glove compartment, halting her search when a door slid open. Lincoln returned, taking his seat in the back. Beatrix handed him a desperately needed mint. He thanked her as the eldest Yates child.
"Sorry, you had to see that," Lincoln muttered. The ride resumed at a slower pace attempting his nausea. "I tried to think why Bumper Jr. found my sister attractive. Yeah, my mind went to...places" He shuddered at his answer. Belle smiled at him in sympathy for his response. "So, what's the problem?" The family eyes bounced uncomfortable glances.
"There's nothing wrong with Luan as she's a wonderful girl," Jancey implied, attempting to find the best way to relieve this situation. Therefore, they talked to her little brother didn't want to make this worse by unintentionally insulting her. Her eyes examined his blank face. "Well, it's just that well um," She stammered. Lincoln followed the direction of her eyes. Belle tightly hugged her violin as she leaned closer into the door staring out the window. He got a clean look at Belle. Braces. Ponytail. Knee socks. Same as Luan. His blue eyes widened to saucers. Same as Luan.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I see the problem," Lincoln breathed. Bumper Jr. had a crush on Luan, who's a replica of his own sister. Belle held herself a bit tighter
"That's why we're concerned," Bumper Sr. continued with his hands on the steering wheel. "Do you have some suggestions?" Lincoln thought for a moment.
"You can use this, Lincoln. Come on. Remember the 36 stratagems." A voice coldly whispered into his ears. "Besides, she doesn't like him anyway. You're not stooping down to her pathetic levels for a stupid joke. He's the enemy" Lincoln shook those thoughts away. "Idiot"
"This is a tough one," Lincoln admitted to the family. They still need something. "Can't be too forceful because that'll tempt him even more." The parents took their notes. "He sees her at school, so they can't avoid each other. Maybe subtly suggesting different girls. That's my best guess," He concluded as they approached his home.
"Okay, so gently push him towards other girls or guys if he prefers them," Bumper Sr. answered as Lincoln nodded. "Do you girls know anyone that Bumper hypothetically would be interested in?" His daughters shrugged with so-so answers. He sighed. "Thank you for your help, Lincoln" Lincoln nodded as he exited the van with his gym bag over his shoulder. Most of his sisters weren't home. His mother should be home with the writer's clubs. He opened the door, thankful that he finally had some peace and quiet. However, where's the fun in that? Lincoln's eyes gazed at a marvelous image in his living room. He caught Maggie removing her sky blue t-shirt with a juice stain, revealing her black and white striped long-sleeved shirt. Her chest stretched the fabric in a subtly glorious fashion.
"Oh boy," Lincoln whispered to himself. He's a lucky boy today. And no, it's not weird. Lincoln is eleven, while Maggie is thirteen. Therefore, they're in the same age group, so they can date without any strange looks. Maggie folded her arms and glared at the fifth grader.
"Hey, nerd, my eyes are up here," Maggie growled at him, pointing at her face.
"I already made my choice," Lincoln muttered, focusing his stare. Lucy tilted his head up to the ceiling while Haiku stared at her cousin.
"Please put those away," Haiku bargained with the emo. Maggie smirked, taunting her with a hop making her chest jiggle. Their eyes landed on Lincoln after hearing him groan. He's chugging the rest of his lukewarm beverage. Today, he racked up an extreme thirst. Lucy took Maggie's shirt to the washing machine while Haiku went to Lucy's room. Lincoln and Maggie sat down on the couch.
"Where's the rest of the writer's club?" Lincoln asked as he resumed his reading. Maggie flipped through the channels.
"Your mom is taking them home," Maggie answered in a blank tone. "I'm here because you have more channels" Fair enough. Maggie's cheeks were tinted pink as she scratched one of them. "So, um, how's Luan?" She shyly questioned. Man, what's with everyone asking about Luan today?
"She's doing fine," Lincoln responded as he turned a page.
"Cool, so is she like dating anymore" Maggie stammered. Lincoln raised a brow at her; Please say no. Please say no. Please say no.
"No," Lincoln declared. Maggie smiled at the answer. Thank you, God. "Although," OH COME ON! Her eyes widened as he continued not looking from his comic. "She does have a crush on a guy called Benny" Maggie's empty heart cracked as she gripped her striped shirt.
"Do any of your siblings like girls?" Maggie demanded. He continued to read his comic.
"I do," Lincoln stated, finally looking at her. The tense silence lasted for a few seconds. "But I don't think Lucy would approve," Lucy returned from the basement gesturing to Maggie that she's watching her before going upstairs to her room. "Luna does, but she has a girlfriend."
"Bi?" Maggie raised an eyebrow.
'Bi," Lincoln confirmed.
"Is there somewhere I can," Maggie asked as she stood up with her hands still on her shirt
"There's a corner in the dining room," Lincoln interrupted her, pointing to the area.
"Thank you," Maggie responded before sprinting to the corner. "GODDAMNIT, ALL! WHYYYYYYYYYYYY!" He calmly read his comics just a regular day in the Loud house. She eventually calmed down and strolled to Lucy's room. Lincoln got up from the couch.
"Hey, I'm making sandwiches. Do you girls want anything?" Lincoln yelled down the stairs to the group.
"Yes," They all agreed as they gave him their orders. Lincoln strolled into the kitchen. He had his bread, meats, cheeses, and other condiments ready. It was a suspiciously quiet few minutes as he made the meals. Lincoln shrugged; it's Lucy. She's always quiet.
"Hello, dearest brother," Lucy spoke with a wide nervous smile. Maggie and Haiku had a similar reaction. Lincoln frowned blankly before sighing. He didn't turn around as he put the sandwiches on a large tray.
"What did you do, Lucy?" Lincoln calmly asked his gothic sister. She gulped. He was too calm for her liking.
"I made an oops," Lucy confessed. He bowed his head, clicking his tongue. Lincoln washed his hands.
"Leni, Luan, or Lisa, oops," Lincoln interrogated. Lucy shuffled her feet in guilt.
"A Lisa, oops," Lucy admitted. He facepalmed. Lincoln grabbed the tray, following the group.
He entered the room staring at the Ouija Board on the floor surrounded by blown-out candles. Of course, it involves a fucking Ouija Board. However, that didn't alarm him. Oh no. The small shadowy hand wiggled around slightly above the board from a black tear between the living and spirit realms. That alarmed him. Lincoln gave the trio a bewildered expression as they sheepishly smiled at him.
"I am not even going to ask," Lincoln groaned at the goths and emo. He walked towards the unholy hand. "Hey, want some sandwiches," The white-haired Loud suggested to the spirit. It wiggled and rumbled as several items with the room levitated and swirled around the room. The goths bundled together as the spirit attempted to converse. It replied with the wooden planchette. Yes. He placed the tray down as the tiny void, in reality, expanded, covering the board with three other hands emerging from it, grabbing a meal. It's not every day a spirit gets a sandwich. Three retracted while the original one remained. Lincoln backstepped as it reached for him. He shut his eyes as it approached his face. Lucy and Haiku's hearts dropped. What is it doing to him?! Both prepared an incantation for protection before it softly caressed his face. It was cold yet mothery. As if it knew him. Probably he resembled someone from their past life. The hand landed on his forehead like it was praying for him, hoping for a safe day while its arm roped around him. Maggie's eyes watched the rapidly shifting planchette as it spelled out its message.
"Thank you for the food," Maggie spelled out its reply. "Be well and happy. Harriet." Of course, it's their Great Aunt Harriet. The hand did the same for Lucy. Another message formed. Slower filled with remorse. "I'm sorry. Dolly" The Loud siblings' eyes widened at the name. Both held the other's hand in comfort. "Who's Dolly?" Maggie asked the quiet siblings as the portal closed. Several items fell on the floor.
"Our late grandmother from our maternal side," Lucy muttered softly. Haiku took his other hand while Maggie hooked her hugs around Lincoln. His face flushed pink at her warm chest pushed at the back of his head. They cleaned the area. Lincoln put the board back under Lucy's bed while Haiku, Maggie, and Lucy organized books and Lynn's sports items. "Thank you for your assistance Lincoln," Lucy gave him a small smile.
"Downstairs. Now" Lincoln ordered in a stern tone. She gulped, obeying his request. Maggie and Haiku followed Lucy. "I don't get paid enough for this crap" He sighed deeply. Lincoln found the group on their knees with backs facing the Tv. Again no, not like that. Maybe for a particular chapter. He sat down on the couch as Lucy began to sweat. His strictly chilling blue eyes pierced her soul. "Lucy," Lincoln started making her flinch. "What's one of the few non-negotiable rules in the house?"He asked calmly.
"Don't summon demons, spirits, or non-living entities," Lucy replied, bowing her head. Lincoln folded his arms as he gazed at the young goth.
"And what did you do?" Lincoln continued emphasizing his sentence.
"I summon a non-living entity," Lucy confessed to her older brother. Maggie and Haiku glanced at each other. They have rules for this?
"Exactly," Lincoln reaffirmed as he stood up. He sighed at his sister. "You know the rules, Luce. That's several stars off the board" Her eyes expanded in alarm. SEVERAL?! She quickly shuffled to him, grabbing the bottom of his shirt as her knees slightly burned against the carpet.
"Lincoln, please reconsider. Anything else but that. I have the longest streak right now," Lucy pleaded, shaking his shirt. He shook his head, ignoring her request, although it did pain him to punish his sister.
"Sorry, Lucy, but I can't. Plus, it cost me those sandwiches," Lincoln replied, standing firm to the rules. "Corner of shame," He gestured to one of the corners in the room. Lucy obeyed as she dragged her heels to her destination and sat down with a whimper. "You too, Haiku," Lincoln pointed at another corner for his sister's enabler. His growl and fierce glare halted any arguments she may have had. Her human heart pulsed with widened eyes as sweat coated her stiff neck hairs. Is this what mortals call fear? She didn't risk it and went to her corner.
"Am I going to a corner too," Maggie asked in a dull tone.
"No," Lincoln replied before dropping a thick pastel pink book on the table. It slammed with a thud. She scurried away in horror as her pupils shrunk with terror.
"GET THAT SHIT AWAY FROM ME!" Maggie shrieked as she shielded her body. Her emo senses flared at this literary abomination. It was Pony Princess. Why did he get that?! "WHY DO YOU HAVE THE EXTRA SPARKLE EDITION?!" Who the hell makes these books?! She climbed on the fireplace as he got closer with the book in his hand. Lucy didn't say a word.
"You have two options right now," Lincoln suggested to the emo. "I'm going to read this entire book to you slowly," Maggie is willing to do virtually anything to avoid that. Hell, she'll even show him her tits, but Haiku will definitely kill her. Maybe in a few years. "Or you'll do the Saitama workout except for the 10km run. 100 pushups, situps, and squats," He wiggled the book in his hand
"Jumping jacks?" Maggie offered. The pair at the emo chest for a moment. Ominous stares chilled their spine, making them reconsider that idea.
"N-no," Lincoln stuttered as the stares stabbed his back. Good answer. "SO DROP DOWN, GIVE ME 100, YOU EMOTIONALLY DEAD MAGGOT!" Lincoln shouted in a drill sergeant tone.
"Yes, sir," Maggie shakingly obeyed as she got ready. He dropped the book on her back. "Dude, seriously,"
"Yes," Lincoln remarked before whistling. Charles and Walter were summoned. He smiled, rubbing Charles' ears. "You two make sure she does it, okay guys," Charles barked, and Walter tweeted in agreement. "I'm heading to the kitchen to make some sandwiches" The animals nodded before standing near the emo.
"Do I get one too," Lucy muttered to her brother as he traveled to the kitchen.
"Good girls, get sandwiches," Lincoln declared with his head poking out the kitchen. Lucy pouted at his reply.
"But I am a good girl," Lucy grumbled to herself with folded arms. Oh, a little sister's desire for her older brother's approval.
"Mr. Grouse, what are you doing?" Rita asked, seeing her elderly neighbor doing pushups in his yard. He was covered in dirt, wearing his garden gear with a trowel in one of his hands. Rita stepped out of her van while Maggie & Haiku's moms exited the car observing the old man.
"I was gardening minding my own business when I heard 'Drop and give me 100 maggot,'" Bud explained. He continued the demand as he grunted with each rep. "It reminded me of boot camp." He shuddered at the memories of those days. "I don't know what your daughters did, but Bunny boy sounds mad" Oh no. Rita thought to herself. What did they do?
"You know that it wasn't for you, right" Maggie's mother alluded to the man. He stopped before resuming once more.
"It's too late, and I'm too scared to ask right now," Bud replied as he whispered the last part. The other two women had questions, but Rita shook her head. Don't ask. Rita opened the front door finding Lincoln munching on some sandwiches with the Tv. At the same time, each of their daughters had their punishments with Lucy and Haiku in a corner, with Maggie doing pushups. The emo's face was soaked as her arms shook like a leaf. Lincoln finished a sandwich while refilling his orange cup with a pitcher of iced tea.
"Lucy broke one of her rules," Lincoln replied as he swallowed his food. "They helped" He pointed to Haiku and Maggie. The mothers mouthed an 'Oh' at his explanation. "Lucy, Haiku times up" Lincoln checked his watch. The goths glided to the couch as he handed them a sandwich. Strawberry jelly with blackened toast for Lucy. Grilled cheese for Haiku.
"Ninety-nine, one hundred," Maggie huffed with a burning face. Her arms collapsed under her upon finishing her task. She laid there motionless with her arms outstretched in front of her. Charles wagged his tail as Walter flew to his cage.
"Are you okay," Her mother asked, seeing her lay face down on the carpet.
"Can't feel my arms," Maggie mumbled. She did one hundred pushups without a break. The girl is exhausted.
"You still want one" Lincoln offered a sandwich to the emo. She rolled over and sat up.
"Yes," Maggie complied, taking a seat on the couch next to Haiku, who handed her a BLT. Her arms rapidly shivered each time she raised them to her mouth for a bite. "There's been something I wanted to ask you, Lincoln," She asked. Lincoln paused his head scratches to Charles. "Who's your stylist, and what dye do you use?" Lucy, Rita, and Lincoln glanced at each other. Stylist? Hair dye? "Can I get their number because they did an excellent job," That white looks almost natural. This kid is lucky that his parents like him dye his hair while in elementary school.
"Maggie," Her mother replied in a stern voice. Maggie shrugged. It's a simple question.
"I don't have a stylist," Lincoln answered. Maggie, her and Haiku's mother, raised a brow. He doesn't have a stylist? Did he do it himself, or was it one of his sisters? "I was born like this," Lincoln pointed to his hair. "See for yourself," They checked his roots. White through and through. Although he did blush when Haiku's mother drew near. She was an elegant beauty like her daughter. Elegant beauty. That replayed several times in his mind.
"Mhm, he's right."Haiku's mother examined his hair. "You're a full-blooded member of the family, right?" The Louds nodded. They already had that discussion. Although, Lucy didn't mind marrying him into the family if that was the case.
"Cordelia, I have the stretch marks to prove it," Rita replied. Lynn Sr. still loves what he sees. "He's registered under blonde."
"Ashen or Platinum," Maggie quizzed with her fingers in his soft hair. He really takes care of it.
"Why not both? I was reborn from the ashes and deemed perfect by the gods," Lincoln boasted. The phrase clicked as the writers/poets took out their writing supplies. That was an excellent line. "Lucy, write that down!" He exclaimed to his sister.
"Already ahead of you," Lucy replied as she wrote.
"Perfect by the gods," Maggie whispered to her cousin. She's not too familiar with the occult or alchemy.
"Gold is perfection by human standards while Platinum is perfection by divine standards. Think about how Silver is the classic magic metal. Platinum is an upgraded version of it," Haiku explained to the emo.
"So that's why when a record goes Platinum. It's a good thing," Maggie acknowledged as Haiku nodded.
"I'll be right back. Your shirt should be dry now," Lincoln told Maggie. Her eyes widened in remembrance. She completely forgot about that. He stood up and went to the basement.
"So that was Lincoln. The white rabbit with eyes of Lapis Lazuli" Cordelia acknowledged her daughter once he was out of range. Haiku coughed as her face turned pink. "A charming fellow, is he?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Haiku replied, brushing the crumbs off her gloves and dress. "Yes, he is rather charming" Maggie, Lucy, Rita, Cordelia, and Maggie's mother smirked at her. "However, there are times when I want to smack a book on the side of his head," She growled. The adult women nodded in agreement
"Don't worry, that thought is more common than you think," Rita remarked. Lincoln returned with Maggie's shirt fresh out of the dryer, making it nice and warm. They said their farewells. Haiku and Lincoln hope that Coach Pacowski is in a good mood tomorrow for gym class.
Survey says...no. Girl Jordan screamed when Pacowski launched a dodgeball at her face. She fell from the impact. The students yelled and screamed, attempting to evade his ramage. Lincoln ducked to avoid a headshot. "Clyde, what's with the coach today," He hopped out of the way. Clyde dropped to the floor, covering his head.
"His show ended on a huge cliffhanger, and it won't continue for another year or two," Clyde responded. Cookie & Jenny landed on a wall with a red sphere into the chest. Both groaned as they fell to the wooden floor.
"Guys, snake formation," Rusty called out. His group stood behind him. "Left." They followed his order. "Right" Stella looked behind her.
"Where's Lincoln," Stella asked as their eyes searched for a white rabbit. Where is he?! He'll be eaten alive out there. They found him hopping on the balls of his feet with his fists covering his face up to the nose. He smoothly moved his body while bobbing and weaving, avoiding any projectile.
"Man, he's more slippery than a greased pig. Believe me. I've tried," Liam acknowledged. They didn't question the farmboy. Lincoln was a stream taking the path of least resistance as he casually evaded each attack.
"Hey, Lincoln," Alexandria spoke with a bandage patch on her face, breaking Lincoln's focus. He waved as he tilted his head. A dodgeball missed his head. She gestured to him to come closer. "Can I talk to you for a second," Lincoln shrugged as he walked to the door.
"What's going on between them?" Zach quizzed as they viewed them talk. The group ducked. "And no, they're not dating, so shut up, Rusty," Zach narrowed his eyes at him. He seriously didn't want to pay Clyde twenty dollars.
"Dude, I'm just saying," Rusty claimed, turning his head to face Zach.
"GIRL JORDAN TWELVE O'CLOCK!" Clyde shouted. They scattered as Rusty took full force. It knocked him to his back. He groaned as he slowly sat up. Why does she throw so hard? Rusty turned around and glared, seeing Lincoln and Alexandria happily chat away. At the same time, the rest of them were being pummeled. He shared a look with Girl Jordan. She held up a dodgeball in her hand. Rusty nodded as they launched them at the pair. They effortlessly caught them. Alexandria leaned over Lincoln's shoulder, clutching the ball in her hand. Thank you, growth spurt. Lincoln didn't look behind as it landed in his open palm. He turned around while Alexandria stood behind him. MENACINGLY. The pair initiated their counterattack.
"Hold up, it was her idea. ACK!" Rusty claimed before he met his doom. BOOM HEADSHOT! DOUBLE KILL!
"What are you, his stand or something?" Mollie taunted as Alexandria shrugged.
"I'll see you later, Lincoln," Alexandria smiled as they fist-bumped with their black wristbands in view. She paced down the hallway while giving him a second look. Lincoln turned around as his class stared at him.
"What," Lincoln asked the class as they went to change.
"Psst, Cheryl. I got $10 for Alexandria," Pacowski whispered into his phone.
Recess was a godsend for them. The children ran and played or took this time to relax. Some of the students split into groups. Boys vs. girls. "Alright, we're playing Cops and Robbers," Mollie told the groups. She took out her lucky Canadian penny. "Heads or Tails?" She questioned.
"Heads," Rusty interjected as Mollie flipped the coin.
"You guys are the robbers," Mollie answered after the coin landed in her hand.
"Shouldn't we wait for Lincoln," Liam asked his group. He went to use the bathroom, plus his experience in dealing with girls can help him.
"We'll be fine, guys, so we don't have to wait for Lincoln," Rusty eased his team's worries.
"We'll be fine, you said," Zach mocked Rusty by repeating his earlier statement ."We don't have to wait for Lincoln, you said," The redhead continued as they sat in jail. They had Jenny & Cookie standing guard.
"I said sorry, geez, man," Rusty groaned. How did they catch them so quickly? "Oh, there he is. Lincoln!" Rusty called out to him. A bewildered look appeared on Lincoln's face.
"What happened," Lincoln asked, spreading his arms out. He was gone for like two minutes.
"Rusty happened," The boys grumbled as he smiled nervously. "We had to capture that Furby," Liam pointed to a creepy blue Furby in the sandpit. It has seen better days as one of its eyes slacked. "And put it on that table over there," Okay, sounds simple. Capture the demonic-looking toy while evading the cops and put it on the table. Lincoln shook himself to get ready. Girl Jordan whistles. He's here. Lincoln sprinted towards the pit. Mollie & Jordan stood to guard it while Stella & Renee attempted a pincer maneuver. Lincoln increased his speed, charging at them. What is he doing? He leaped clear over Mollie and Girl Jordan's heads, landing on his feet before rolling on his shoulders, continuing his pace.
"I know we call him, Bunny boy but this is ridiculous," Mollie muttered to Girl Jordan. She shrugged before chasing after him. Stella's long and slender legs gave her an advantage in her pursuit of Lincoln.
"That's right. You can hold him nice and tight," Shadow Stella whispered to her. Stella ignored her, but that does sound rather pleasant. Her tanned fingers edged closer to his orange shirt collar. Lincoln darted to the side, evading her grab. "Dang it. So close!" He got behind as she attempted to snatch, but he was too agile for her. Lincoln had her twirling like a ballerina as he ran circles around her. "Crap, I'm getting dizzy," Stella's pupils ricocheted, attempting to keep track of this living whirlpool. He stopped then ran towards that freakish Furby. Stella continued to spin around in an utter daze before collapsing on the ground. Her brain couldn't handle it. Rusty peeked over to Stella. Damn, he can't see, and her skirt is still down. Mollie and Girl Jordan dashed to Stella. Girl Jordan snapped her fingers over her swirling eyes. Yep, she's out of it for a while. Mollie scanned the plan. IT'S GONE!
"Someone get him!" Mollie yelled. Lincoln sprinted before jumping back away from launching themselves at him. He knew that feral grin.
"Pandora," Lincoln replied, holding the Furby close to him. She flexed her fingers at him as he stepped back.
"Sup, Bunny boy," She smirked, walking towards him. "Imma squeeze you" Pandora leaned forward.
"Please don't," Lincoln responded.
"You better start running then," Pandora remarked with glowing eyes. He did just that. She loves it when he runs.
"When is it going to be our turn," Evelynn groaned as Caroline read Ender's game next to her. "Jenny had her date. Cookie had a picnic. Alexandria & Pandora had their moments sort of" She frowned, blowing a stray hair off her bangs. "I haven't had a shipping moment with Lincoln since chapter 3 and Chapter 4 for you," Evelynn acknowledged to Caroline as she turned a page.
"At least you have your special chapter in development," Caroline shot back. "I'm still waiting for a semi-fleshed out personality" She checked the outline. "I should get my centric scenes soon if the author doesn't cut the chapter in half again," I'm trying, okay! "You got a while before you have some moments" Evelynn looked over at the outline.
"OH, COME ON!" Evelynn grumbled. Sucks of being a background character. She winced at what Lincoln has to go through later on.
Pandora continued to chase the rabbit. She pounced forward as he barely avoided it by running/climbing up a tree. Pandora went face-first into a said tree. "What type of Naruto crap?!" Mollie shouted, watching him do a flip. He landed in front of them, finding himself surrounded. "Hands in the air, Loud," They pointed their 'guns' at him. Lincoln raised his empty hands. Their eyes widened at the sight of his hands, only to hear the robbers cheering. "What?!" When did Lincoln pass it to Clyde? Mollie turned her head. Lincoln's gone too. "Double what?!" She shouted when Girl Jordan tapped her shoulder. Mollie turned her head, watching Lincoln moonwalk to the table with a blank look while giving Mollie spirit fingers before turning around. "I'm going to kick his ass,"
"Get in line, Mollie," Cookie replied. The bell rang, so they better get to class.
They had a free period with study hall. Lincoln exchanged books between his school bag and his locker. He closed and locked it while Alexandria waited for him by the staircase. "You got everything" He nodded as they walked down the stairs. Lincoln found his friends waiting for him outside.
"Took you long enough; we were about to leave," Cookie grumbled despite the fact she was the one who insisted that they waited a bit longer for him. "Hey, Alexandria," She greeted Karate QT.
"Sorry, I forgot my psychology book in my locker," Lincoln answered as they strolled to the Library.
"We didn't have psychology today," Clyde brought up to the group.
"I asked him to help me with psychology," Alexandria revealed to them.
"Freud?" Haiku quizzed. She nodded in agreement.
"Isn't he that bizarre doctor," Cristina asked. "Like everything about a person can be linked to their childhood,"
"Yep, he's a nutcase," Lincoln answered as they got closer to the building. "Especially his Oedipus complex. Dudes having a crush or are in love with their mothers. Bunch of weirdos," He shuddered at the thought of it.
"Aren't momma's boys more likely to have that complex?" Mollie acknowledged. The group immediately turned their attention to Lincoln.
"The hell you looking at me for?!" Lincoln exclaimed at their semi-alarming stares. What makes them think that he, of all people, has an Oedipus complex?
"You are pretty close to your mom," Clyde confirmed. "Plus, given your living situation. It's super likely," He concluded while Lincoln made a disgusted look.
"Your dad picked a fine lady buddy," Liam continued the analysis while Zach nodded. Lincoln had to admit. He can see why his father married his mother. But that's beside the point.
"And she's kinda thick," Rusty added before Zach bonked him with a notebook. "Dude, ow!" He rubbed the back of his head.
"Unfortunately, I'm aware of that," Lincoln covered his ears when a thought hit him. He pointed to himself. "Wait! I'm the friend with the hot mom," His guy friends stopped before nodding to him.
"It obviously can't be me for reasons," Clyde chuckled as they marched up the stairs.
"Although Stella's and Zach's mom may compete," Rusty grinned before Zach punched him in the arm. "Relax, it's a compliment," He whispered as they entered.
"Great, now you guys think I have a sister and an Oedipus complex," Lincoln grumbled at his situation. Lincoln, you have five older sisters, plus you're experiencing some levels of puberty. You're going to meet several girls at the minimum with personalities similar to your sisters. There's not a lot for you to work with. So pick a favorite sister and just roll with it. "And no, I still don't see the thing with Lyra and Lori. They barely lookalike" Stella opened her mouth.
"Don't ask," Girl Jordan interrupted as they found some tables. Lincoln and Alexandria sat together by themselves to study. Rusty watched Lincoln tutor Alexandria as he pointed to an illustration in the textbook while writing her jade notebook. How does he do it? She was a total stranger for months. Now their relationship has improved to where they comfortably sit together and assist one another. He must have planned this since their boys' night out. He had to or something. Was he playing them?! That could explain why he didn't have a crush on Stella. She and Alexandria resembled each other. But wait! Lincoln has already met Stella's parents. Both are probably his type in an attempt to replace Ronnie Anne. No! He's still visiting her while maintaining an excellent relationship with her. Platonic his ass. Rusty knows that Lincoln is planning something but doesn't know what! His scornful eyes followed them to one of the computers. Lincoln sat down while Alexandria leaned over his shoulder with a hand on the other one. Great. Now they're at the touching phase. Wait a second. They go to the gym together sometimes. That's the ticket. She does karate therefore likes or respects strong/muscular men. He needs to do some crunches. "Hey Rusty, what time is it," Liam asked. Rusty checked his watch. He sweated as his heart dropped.
"We gotta go," Rusty muttered, seeing the time. They glanced at a clock and had the same reaction. THEY WERE GOING TO BE LATE! The students swiftly packed up their supplies and rushed out the door. Lincoln opened it, allowing everyone an easy path. They were missing one.
"Stella, hurry up," Lincoln replied, still holding the door as she rushed from the bathroom.
"Sorry, I was washing my hands," Stella said, running past him. A good habit to have in future events. He closed the door as the two went down the stairs. She miscalculated her step, forcing her ankle at an angle. "Stupid mystery step, " Stella grunted, holding her sore as she laid on the concrete.
"Can you walk," Lincoln asked in concern. She attempted, but her left leg wobbled, forcing her to use one of the pillars as support. Stella shook her head. Lincoln moved his bag to his chest as he crouched down. "Get on," He ordered. Years of giving his sisters piggyback rides prepared him for this moment.
They continued their mad dash to the school, hoping that they wouldn't be late for class. Girl Jordan and Alexandria were in the lead. Cookie surveyed the group. "Where's Lincoln and Stella" Crap, she's right.
"I think they're still at the Library," Cristina replied, breathing heavily as she continued to run.
"Who cares? It's every man for himself right now," Rusty remarked as sweat dripped from his face. Why is it so hot today?! They heard cheering and laughing as something or, better yet, somebody slipped past their group. "What?" It was Lincoln giving a Stella piggyback ride.
"Hi-ho, Silver! Away!" Stella broadcasted enthusiastically, enjoying the free ride. Her hands were securely placed on his shoulders while his hands were on her legs to keep her steady. Lincoln slowly overtook Girl Jordan and Alexandria.
"I want one too," Girl Jordan muttered. "The new girl gets to ride him," You already had your lemon, Jordan, so relax.
"It's because of my hair, isn't it?" Lincoln commented. "Come on, guys, we're almost there," He yelled back to his friends, leaving them in his dust.
"Wow. Now we can add Piggyback rides to the list," Rusty growled. Why is Lincoln getting all the good moments with Stella?
"Rusty, we're nowhere near the ocean for you to be this salty," Zach remarked while Rusty rolled his eyes. Jenny looked down at Haiku's feet.
"Haiku, are you wearing Crocs?" Jenny asked the goth, who avoided her gaze.
"Maybe," Haiku replied. They entered the school before separating their respective classes. The 5J students returned by the skin of their teeth as the bell rang once more. Agnes, Lincoln, and Stella, who had her ankle wrapped up, watched them collapse in exhaustion.
"How's your ankle?" Lincoln asked his limping friend. He helped her down the stairs.
"It's okay. Nurse Patti said don't apply too much pressure," Stella recalled. She used her good foot to check the stairs. Don't want to make that mistake again. They sat down at a table where some of their classmates were. Lincoln took out his Shuffle the Deck comic while Stella examined her creepy Furby. "Hey, do you care if I take the skin off of the Furby?" Her eyes dulled as she lifted the idol to the sun while an unnerving smile cracked on her face. "I want to make him a God."Stella continued in a calmly smooth voice, gently petting the device. "Once he's free of his sinful flesh. He can begin the path towards enlightenment," She pinched one of its ears. "He will take care of us," Stella concluded as the table sat silently in fear except for Lincoln, who casually turned a page. "Also, I want to soft hack his circuits," Stella replied as the light and life returned to her eyes.
"I literally could care less, but please don't say anything that creepy again," Lincoln answered calmly while she took out her tool kit.
"Dude, how are you so calm," Zach quizzed, astonished at Lincoln's nonchalant attitude towards what was just said.
"I live with Lisa, Lucy, and Luan," Lincoln responded, not looking up from his comic book. "This is the standard," Renee exited the school building with a folder in her hand. She strolled to the table. Rusty pushed Zach off the bench, brushing it clean for Renee while Zach glared at him. He smirked when Renee marched straight past him to approach Lincoln. She slid the folder over to him.
"Here's your next star character for your comics," Renee boasted, leaning on the short side of the bench with her hands on her face. Lincoln's eyes scanned the document. "So, what did you think?"
"It's trash," Lincoln commented truthfully. Some of the occupants snickered at her stunned expression. "Too overloaded powers and background that can be divided into several different characters." He continued as her frown held firm. "You got aliens, magic, sci-fi. Come on, Renee seriously,."Lincoln gestured his hand towards his fellow Ace Savvy fan. She looked off to the side. Maybe she went overboard. "Plus, your character's personality is flat. No motivation, desires, or faults. Too perfect, along with they match your description. You gave me an OP self-insert Mary Sue" They shuddered. That was the worst type of OC someone can create. "But I'll help you clean it up."
"Okay, so what do I need to do," Renee questioned him as she took the empty space next to him.
"You need a consistent theme and aesthetic," Lincoln explained, marking the document with a pencil. "Their background, personality, and abilities have to make sense. You can keep some of the more unique aspects only if it plays a huge role later on," She scanned her OC.
"I like these ones the most," Renee confirmed as Lincoln nodded, circling them. "But what do we do with the rest?" Lincoln rubbed his chin.
"Is your OC a hero or villain?" Lincoln asked. "That determines what we'll do."
"Oh, a villain. Ladies love a villain," Rusty brought up.
"That's because villains actually have a personality and detailed background," Haiku explained before shooting a small smile at Lincoln. "But I'll take my chances with the hero."He blushed at her grin before refocusing on assisting Renee with her OC.
"You guys ready for the slumber party tonight," Liam asked his friends, opening his locker. He finally got the barn for tonight after completing days' worth of chores. They exclaimed in excitement.
"I got my hay fever medicine, and I'm ready to RAGE," Clyde roared with a white paper bag in his hand before calming down a bit. "Responsibly, of course," He clarified.
"Just don't let my Pa see that. He doesn't trust 'city' medicine that much," Liam revealed as he closed his locker. Girl Jordan approached the group with Artie & Mollie behind her.
"Guess who finally got a pool and is throwing a party" Girl Jordan smirked as she turned her thumbs to herself. They gasped in glee. A POOL PARTY?! Rusty held his breath, puffing his chest, seeing them his...abs. "O...k I'll see you guys tonight," They chattered enthausically. Lincoln paused, viewing Liam's somber face.
"Sorry, Girl Jordan. Liam is throwing his first slumber party tonight. He's been planning this for weeks," Lincoln remarked, gesturing to the farm boy who smiled at his support.
"Alright, but it's a late one. You can still come by" Girl Jordan shrugged, leaving the boys alone. Liam gave them a group hug.
"You guys are awesome," Liam replied in thanks.
"Are there any ladies at the barn," Rusty questioned with a strained voice as he still held his breath.
"Nah, besides Virginia, my Meemaw, sister, and Hattie," Liam claimed. Rusty released his breath in relief. Although he can probably sneak out when they're asleep to snag some ladies in swimsuits for himself.
The boys had a wild time at Liam's farm. They were bruised and kinda smelly from wrestling and riding some of the animals along with crazy activities that boys do. Liam's friends received various videos from their schoolmates showing them festivities at Girl Jordan's party. Mollie showed Lincoln a diving board taunting him that she'll beat his cannonball record, which is a shame since he's not here. Zach received one from Alexandria telling him about the tattoo parlor. Lincoln asked if it was a pink butterfly on her wrist. He nodded. Rusty wondered how did ZACH get her number. Clyde and Rusty got one from Artie showing off a water slide and make-your-own-sub-station. Liam was counting while they hid in the chicken coop. What are they going to do? They wanted to go to the party, but they couldn't just abandon Liam.
"I got it," Rusty yelled. They shushed him. Liam is still counting. "We tire him out and sneak out while he's sleeping,"
"Is that lying?" Clyde worried as his stomach rumbled uncomfortably.
"Nah, we're just sparing his feelings," Rusty brushed off the concern. He didn't want to miss out on the party. "Who's with me," Rusty raised his hand.
"It won't work. Liam's an early riser, and people will be taking videos and asking us about the party after that," Lincoln critiqued while Rusty folded his arms. What's the next idea?
"FOUND YA!" Liam shouted, opening the coop scaring them. "Sweet hiding spot. Hey, you fellas want to check out Girl Jordan's party," They widened their eyes at him. He wants to go too? "Hattie sent me some videos of the shindig."
"Okay, let's go! Ladies, here I come," Rusty cheered at the offer rushing away. They shrugged before following him.
The boys arrived at Girl Jordan's pool party. The music is playing, kids are dancing, splashing, hanging out in the pool, applying tattoos, and eating large subs. "Woah," They whispered in astonishment at the sights.
"This is even better than the party Andrew threw when he got his braces off," Lincoln called out. They nodded.
"Alright, my Meemaw wants us back in an hour," Liam announced to the group. They linked their watches except Rusty holding out a 19th-century pocket watch.
"Really, Rusty," Zach groaned at the item.
"It's vintage, and the ladies love it," Rusty answered with a grin. Zach rolled his eyes at him. "I'm going to the substation. I can't flirt on an empty stomach" Rusty rubbed his stomach. The QTs are here too. Alright.
"Tat-stations for me, and I'm going to dye my hair," Zach remarked, leaving Liam, Lincoln, and Clyde alone.
"Pool," Lincoln smirked to the remaining two.
"Pool," They replied. Lincoln had a cannonball record to defend. Liam and Clyde checked out the water slide.
"Hey, you guys got extra swim trunks," Liam asked the guys in the pool. Artie floated a pool noodle.
"Nah, dude. Just go in your skivvies." Artie told the farmboy. "Most of the girls are over there,"
He pointed to the diving board where the girls were petting Ajax. They shrugged.
"Lincoln, you made it," Alexandria called to him. Liam and Clyde already stripped to their underwear and hopped into the pool. She ran, giving him a hug. The guys in the pool gave him the okay hand gesture approving of this interaction. "I thought you were at Liam's barn."
"He wanted to come," Lincoln smiled after releasing each other. "His cousin, Hattie, is here too" She was speaking with Andrew near the fences. Hopefully, she isn't spoiling a movie or something.
"Lucky you," Alexandria grinned. Her ears picked up squealing and surprised noises. "You heard that too," She muttered to Lincoln. He nodded. Something barged into the gate. IS THAT A PIG?!
"Virginia, what are you doing here?" Liam and Hattie shouted at the swine. "Liam, did you forget to lock her up for the night," She yelled at her cousin. "Out of the way! Rogue pig," Hattie warned the occupants as it charged around. She tried to chase it while Liam climbed out of the pool to assist.
"Alex, watch out!" Lincoln exclaimed, pushing her behind him when the beast of pork rammed into them. They were launched into the pool house. The farmers followed the roaming pig past the unit. Lincoln landed on something with his hand clasping something warm and soft. His eyes opened before widening in shock. He was on top of Alexandria with their lips softly touching each other with his hands on her left breast. Lincoln shrieked in alarm as he scurried away from him with a scarlet face. Both turned away from each other as their faces matched. Lincoln clutched his hand while she held her boob. "I am so sorry, Alexandria. I didn't mean for it to happen, and I-"
"It's alright, Lincoln," Alexandria comforted, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I guess you're still scared of being on top of me. I have to tell Adora about that," She joked, trying to ease the mood. It's not every day you experience an anime moment.
"Please don't" Lincoln smiled softly. The two sat quietly with their faces calmed to light pink. Both had the same thought. It felt nice. "Was I your first kiss?"
"No, and I know I wasn't yours either," Alexandria chuckled as she readjusted her wristband. They helped each other up to exit the pool house. Hattie had Virginia in a headlock while Liam held the pig down.
"Lincoln, are you okay?" Mollie shouted from the diving board in her swimsuit. He gave her a thumbs up. "Good because the cannonball competition starts" She hopped up and down, gaining more height with each jump on the diving board. "NOW!" Mollie announced with a final jump. She reached the upper level of Jordan's girl. Mollie tucked in her knees as she descended into the pool resulting in a huge splash. Some of the water escaped from its containment. Those in the pool wiggling up and down from the waves. The judges gave her 8, 8, and 9. Mollie resurfaced, spitting out water."Beat that Lincoln," She smirked. Alexandria and Lincoln shared a smirk. They bumped the sides of their fists together.
Lincoln sprinted faster than she could blink, leaving his clothes on the floor. Alexandria gingerly caressed her lips. They observed what they could see of Lincoln's form. He leaped on the edges of the diving board, smiling before it rocketed him to the inflatable water slide. Lincoln jolted his legs out as he embedded himself deep. It spat him out. Their jaws dropped, watching him flip through the air. He landed on the board once, bending it to its limits. It jetted him in the air, dwarfing Mollie's attempts. Rusty was at the food table, rolling his eyes while deepthroating a sub sandwich. Whatever. He could do that. His mouth burned. Rusty read the label on one of the condiments. It was hot sauce at 90K Scoville units. He sweated as his face swelled. Rusty needed to hide. Alexandria left the pool house, and everyone was watching Lincoln. He took his chance to flee. Zach had the same idea when the golden and Silver hairspray had a super-specific warning. Lincoln spun in the air pulling his knees into his chest. His eyes caught camera lights. He rolled, increasing his rotation as he went down. A titanic explosion of pool water detonated when he landed. Those on the edges of the pool were caught in the splash zone. The judges gave him an 11 each. Everyone cheered for Lincoln, even Mollie, although they had to wait for the pool to refill for a bit. Lincoln raised his fist in victory while smiling at Mollie then at Alexandria. Both lifted their Arena bands in union. His watch beeped. It's time to go.
"We got to go," Lincoln called to his friends. Where are they? He couldn't find them. Motion-sensing security lights switched on.
"What happened to his face?" Someone questioned Rusty's appearance as the spotlight centered on his friends. Clyde & Liam were in their underwear while Zach was missing a significant portion of his hair. Lincoln is in his underwear too. He can't let them suffer alone. Lincoln took a deep breath as he sank into the pool. He touched the bottom before jumping out without his hands. Everyone observed Lincoln. Those months at the gym plus his time at the Arena tone his body. His muscles are lithe and tight, ideal for a swimmer or runner. He even had an ab outline. The water dripped from his body as he shook them out as his hand glided through his soft white hair, creating a slicked-back style. Lincoln was in his underwear, but it wasn't the tightly-whities his friends wore. Oh no. They were black Under Armour boxers with orange stripes. Thankfully they can be used as speedos in a pitch. He shut his eyes with a neutral expression waiting for the embarrassment. Lincoln is used to it. He was shocked when Serena wolf-whistled at him. "Damn, son!"
"Oh…" Lincoln mouthed as this wasn't the reaction he was expecting. He shivered upon the several stares that pierced his back. He turned around, finding some of the girls, along with the QTs, were looking at him weirdly. Evelynn and Caroline were shocked while she adjusted the neck of her sweater, releasing steam. Jenny bit her lip while he couldn't describe what Cookie was thinking. Girl Jordan and Mollie took out their phones. Same with the rest of the party goers. "Guys, plan: Out of the Back. Let's go," He ordered as he rushed to his friends. They attempted to cover themselves as they fled. Mollie's hand gripped his shoulder. Oh boy.
"Where do you think you're going, Undies," Mollie quizzed him with her phone in hand. Girl Jordan was with her. The girls took a shoulder and posed as Mollie prepared a selfie. "Say Cheese for Ronnie Anne" He smiled sheepishly, knowing that he won't hear the end of this. They released him before he stopped at the gate.
"Thanks for the party, Jordan," Lincoln grinned as his body started to dry. She stepped towards him.
"Oh, it was my pleasure," Girl Jordan purred, scanning his body. "Damn, he looks yummy, doesn't he" Lincoln glanced down.
"Hey, I found your clothes," Lincoln shouted as he started to grab them when Ajax ripped them to shreds. "Nevermind" He frowned as he walked away. Girl Jordan monitored his booty cheeks. Damn, they can giggle a bit.
"Jordan, we need help over here!" Mollie pleaded to her friend. Mollie held Cookie back from the front while Jenny held her waist while other girls formed a conga line holding Jenny's waist to support her. It was of little use as their heels were dug into the dirt in the tug of war. Cookie continued her advance at a snail's pace. Her mouth was frothing like a wild hound with rabies with feral and savage eyes. She opened and closed her claws over Mollie's shoulders. Girl Jordan knew what she wanted.
"Must...grab. Must...grab," Cookie repeated her maddening mantra. She wanted Lincoln's buns. Girl Jordan rushed to support. This was going to be a long night.
It was morning at the Honeycutt farm, with the boys were enjoying their pile of bacon. It wasn't from Virginia...hopefully. Lincoln was at the stove with Clyde cooking up some more early morning deliciousness. "Morning, y'all. Man, that smells good" Meemaw yawned as she entered the kitchen. She's already dressed and ready to go. "Looks like you boys had fun" She smiled at their disheveled appearance.
"Morning, Ms. Honeycutt," Lincoln greeted Liam's mom or grandmother from the stove. He couldn't tell, so he has to ask one of these days. "How do you like your eggs," He asked, holding one in his palm.
"Sunny Side Up," Meemaw replied, taking a seat while munching on a piece of bacon provided by Rusty. Clyde handed her a stack of pancakes while Zach gave her a glass of orange juice. "Parents sure raised you, boys, well," She complimented Lincoln and Clyde. "Say where's Liam"
"Over here," Liam waved from the window with Virginia. "Is she up yet?"
"Nah, your sister is out like a light," Meemaw remarked before burping. "Pardon me" She glanced at the staircase. "Over here Hattie, we're about to eat" Meemaw smiled at her. Hattie woke up a while ago in her teal shirt and shorts with cow print socks.
"Morning, everyone," Hattie yawned before blushing at the sight of Lincoln. He's still in his underwear wearing a 'Kiss the cook' apron. "Hello, Lincoln," She meekly spoke as he waved his spatula at her. Her eyes were glued to his form. No, Hattie. You are a lady. It's rude to stare. She took her seat while Clyde handed her a stack. They devoured the meals, padding their stomachs in delight.
"Alright, I'll take you youngins home after we wash them dishes," Meemaw announced as they cleaned up the kitchen before getting ready to head home.
"Thanks for the ride," Lincoln told Meemaw after jumping off the Tractor. He was the last one to be dropped off.
"Anytime, sugar cube," Meemaw replied as she drove off. He strolled to his front door.
"I'm back," Lincoln yelled as his nose sensed the smell of breakfast.
"Hey, sport. Had fun with Liam," Lynn Sr. spoke from the kitchen.
"And at Girl Jordan party's," Luan taunted from the dining room. He groaned. There it was.
"I'll explain later," Lincoln marched up the stairs going to his room. He needed a new change of clothes. His sisters shared a grin when someone yelped from being zapped by their doorbell.
"I got it," Luna offered to go. She opened it and found Alexandria nursing her shocked finger. Alexandria had cornrows while holding a plastic bag with Lincoln's clothes. "Sup, can I help you,"
"Yeah, is Lincoln home? He forgot his clothes at a party," Alexandria explained, holding up the bag.
"Lincoln, there's a cute girl here for you," Luna shouted in a sing-song tone while Alexandria blushed.
"Be more specific," Lincoln yelled back in his room.
"Um, what's your name, dude?" Luna asked Karate QT.
"Alexandria," She replied as Luna smiled.
"A girl named Alexandria," Luna shouted. They heard him fall in his room before his rapid footsteps and slide down the stairs.
"Hey...Alex," Lincoln greeted her as the memories of the party were still fresh in his mind. She handed him his clothes. "Thanks...I like your hair."His family observed the interaction giving him a thumbs up.
"Thank you," Alexandria replied meekly.
"How did you find my house," Lincoln asked as he didn't tell her where he lived.
"My mom coaches one of your sisters for soccer," Alexandria revealed, pointing over to her mom waiting outside.
"Are you almost done, Alex," Her mother asked. She had an athletic physique with the same skin tone as her daughter. However, her hair was chestnut brown and wavy at the tips. "Hey, Lynn," She greeted one of her students.
"Hey, coach," Lynn replied as she moved her to get a better look at this Alexandria girl. She got the feeling from Maggie, and she didn't like it. Lynn marched to Alexandria blankly glanced at her chest. "Um, how old are you," Please be the same age or older.
"I'm eleven," Alexandria answered, wondering why she was asked that. Lynn collapsed to her knees in despair as she turned around.
"WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME?!" Lynn wailed upward with her arms wide open. They got the feeling that this joke has been made before. She fell face-first into the carpet as she pummeled the ground. "WHY?! WHY? WWWWWHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYY?!"
"That's because you pay homage to false gods and idols," Lucy offered to her distressed sister. Lincoln shook his head at their guests. Don't ask. Leni picked up her screaming sister when she scanned her brother's face. There's a barely noticeable shine on his lips. Same on Alexandria's lips.
"Excuse me, what type of lip gloss do you use," Leni asked the Karate QT. Where are you going with this Leni? Alexandria rummaged through her pockets.
"Pink glow," She replied, handing the tube to Leni, who rubbed it on her fingers then used one of her pinkies to trace Lincoln's face. Same texture and composition. She sniffed her fingers too. The scent matches too.
"Did something happen at the party," Her mom asked her daughter. Lincoln and Alexandria exchange shy glances.
"No," They both answered before looking away from the other. The others don't buy it. "Okay, so a pig got loose and rammed Lincoln into me. My gloss got on him when we landed in the pool house." Alexandria claimed.
"That's it," Luna wanted to clarify.
"That's it" Alexandria stuck to her explanation. They shrugged as weirder events occurred. "You owe a Flipee, by the way," She whispered in his ear before taking her to leave. He gulped as his eyes followed her to the car. That's another point for Karate QT.
I'm glad that I got this chapter completed in a timely fashion especially after the monstrous task of Mollie's chapter. Don't worry, I have the first sentence of Shy QT's chapter already written. You guys better buckle up because things are going to get intense.
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