Here's a new chapter, Lincoln needs someone to get him better what he can do in his life. Let's get to it!
Page 2: Mentor
Some teachers come in different sizes and fit the students well bonded over the years...lesson; knowledge passes down through bonded.
Lincoln comes out of the shower, with his clothes on, hoping it be another quiet...suddenly the doors burst opened his sisters, come out, and begin to wrestle over who goes in the bathroom first, he shakes his head. 'Glade set my timer an hour early.'
Lincoln goes down the stairs and sees his father finish breakfast as Rita places plates on the table, he sits down on his signature seat. He's begun to eat until he sees his parents looking at him. "Yes?"
"Well time for family activities after breakfast, you likely-" Rita said stopped by Lincoln's frown. "Don't tell me,"
"Yeah, I got a plan to go to the convention center," Lincoln said swallowing his food.
"What?!" They turned to see the girls, all of them having wild looks, Lola spoke angrily. "What you doing there anyway?!"
"After our usual hangout after a long day of work but time for summer work, so I wanna see what kind of work they do," Lincoln said placing the cup down.
"This family needed to come to the events Lincoln, we always support each other," Lori shouted seeing Lincoln frown, he just got up and walked out. "Lincoln!"
They see Lincoln close the door, and many of them are disappointed and disimprovement of his behavior. "Someday that child needs to be taught manners!" Lynn Sr shouted
Lincoln rides the bike to the streets, he is steady until hearing a voice of his name that almost makes the boy fall on the ground.
"Oh my gosh, Lincoln!" Sam shouted picked the boy up, see the bike. "I think the bike is the bit I don't know... bent,"
"I know, just helped gets here," Lincoln said placing the bike in the same spot until it gets taken. "Hey!"
Dan holding the bike in the air, looked at them. "Alright this thing is broken and girlie for, I place it in the second building until repaired, in the meantime, you'll take the RV. Now you two go inside, news about come up,"
Both come inside the convention center and see kids eating their breakfast, serving is a man with tan skin, brown hair, and blue eyes. Wearing a chef jacket, black pants, and brown shoes... serving everyone breakfast.
Sam brings it to him. "Lincoln, meet our chef Luke Machoes... he can make great food for events and parties,"
"That's true kid, you can see my work," Luke responds placing two plates on the counter.
They took it, Lincoln saw his breakfast; it smelled so delicious. 'Hmm, maybe he can give me pointers,'
He sits on the chair between Sam and Girl Jordan who greet the boy, all turn to a young lady who happens to have white skin, blue eyes, and strange that has white hair—wearing a long blue sleeve dress, black vest, gray stockings, and black heels.
"Hello everyone, welcome to the first breakfast together, I'm Amanda Manfred, please call me Amy, and I tell you all that today week is helping the elderly, aged tenth through eighteen, wanna help today, please come to my office," She said as she walked down the stage.
Lincoln looked at Sam. "Wait, helping the elderly...seriously?!" Having a big smile.
"Yeah, and I go with Scoops, she may be in wheels, but knows how to play," Sam said playing her forks and spoons as drums.
"M-Mr. Seymour likely has stories to tell, really nice ones," Meli replied rubbing her hands.
"Mrs. Jonah got books that might help me write down," Haiku said finishing reading her book.
Girl Jordan looked at Lincoln. "You should talk to Amy before closing, it might pick your grandpa to hang out with,"
Lincoln picked up his plate, placed it in the trashcan, went to the door, and once he opened it, he heard Amy's voice from her office.
"What, are you sick, my father is not good on his own lately, he can't just walk around this week, please..." Amy shouted only getting a frown. "I understand, I hope you feel better,"
Lincoln opens the office door slowly, seeing Amy shrugging sitting in her chair, rubbing her eyes, and slowly knocking on the door. "Umm, can I come in,"
Amy turned to Lincoln and smiled. "Oh welcome, you must be the new kid everyone talking about, Lincoln Loud right?"
"Yes ma'am, I kinda wonder about your father," Lincoln said
Amy looks down. "Well...a friend of my family has gotten sick, say about just two days...my dad just bit ill and can't walk anytime soon,"
Lincoln looks down, she doesn't want her father getting worse, getting determined. "I can do it..."
Amy getting confused look. "Excuse me?"
"I can help your dad, I always hang out with my grandfather, it was fun, I'm sure to help him..." Lincoln said
Amy rubs her neck. "I don't know...he not exactly a people person,"
"No likes be alone," Lincoln states
Amy smiled at that part, she pulled out a paper. "Alright, I called him,"
As such, everyone goes to their locations to help their elderly, Lincoln is the last one since his spot is usually at the rich part of Royal Woods, and he is stunned to see Amy's father is rich, the RV parked in a far alone, a big brick mansion with grass on the side of the building, having a brick gate with black gate door, having a garden, the boy stepped out as Dan spoke. "Good Luck kid,"
Lincoln nodded, walked to the gates, and pressed the steel phone button, a camera looking at him as the speaker came on. "Yeah?"
The boy cleared his throat and spoke. "Um hello, I'm Lincoln Loud, here to be helping Mr. Manfred, Amy sent me here,"
Lincoln sees the gates open and begins to walk in, Dan looks at the boy going inside and starts up the RV. 'I think I know what to do...'
Lincoln sees the whole place as stylish but most importantly the paintings, having stairs with the strange machine on the wall on the stairs.
"I'm in here!" Sounded grumpy male tone
Lincoln goes to the wooden double door, sees loads of interesting artifacts, and then sees a man with brown hair, and blue eyes. He also has tattoos that's covered both of his arms; the left has a geometric design while the right arm seems to be more detailed. He appears to be wearing a black shirt, blue pants, and brown sandals. He is in a stylish wheelchair.
"So which one did my little girl send this time?" He grumbled watching the show.
"Umm...hello." Lincoln introduce
The man surprised by the young voice, turned his wheelchair around to see Lincoln. "A kid, my daughter sent a kid?"
"Excuse me, I have known to be good at having fun with the elderly," Lincoln said with a smile.
"Fun isn't my thing kid," He responds turning to his chair to face the tv on.
Lincoln seeing the man depressed about something, goes to him. "So...Ms. Manfred as known your daughter, wanted me to help you during the week, I promise to,"
"Be there for me, look, kid, I'm not the kinda guy who just needs everything served for me, I can get back up anytime soon," He stated in boredom.
Lincoln examines him, he's deeply depressed in this household, and the boy has started something slow and careful. "So...my name is Lincoln Loud, nice to meet you..."
"Carl Manfred, hope you enjoy this day doing nothing," The man states watching a sitcom.
Throughout the day, Lincoln makes an effort to spend time with Carl. However, Carl's communication is curt and he displays a hint of rudeness while completing simple tasks and running errands.
Lincoln leaves the kitchen, carries a plate with steaming red liquid, and places it on Carl's table. "Here you go, Amy says this is your favorite,"
Carl grumbled seeing this. "Hope it's good, you can just go out exploring the place,"
Lincoln let out a big sigh when he saw the man's sad state. He left the dining table, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the hallway. Lincoln tried everything to cheer him up, but Manfred seemed uninterested in forming bonds with anyone. Frustrated, Lincoln kicked an old small ball into a nearby room, but luckily, Carl didn't hear it. Lincoln made sure that nothing was damaged and went inside the room. He's looking in a dark room, the boy touches the wall until he finds a light switch. He flicked it on, and the room was illuminated. He noticed a ball had hit some medium-sized cans and went over to pick them up. He carefully put each can back in place until he got to the last one, which turned out to be a paint can. "Wha...whoa."
Lincoln was amazed as he gazed around the art studio, which was filled with paintings of various styles. The boy scrutinizes every detail of the art, studying the intricate details of the room. Suddenly, he spotted a large abstract painting that caught his attention, a mixture of various colors. To his surprise, the colors started moving and forming a city, a people, and even a person enjoying the sight of the world he was living in.
"What do you see?"
Lincoln alarmed, turned to see Carl at the doorway, and he rolled up to him. "I-I sorry Carl, I didn't mean come in-"
"What do you see?" Carl repeated the question.
Lincoln turns back to the painting. "I see...city, changing through the people walking, as the person, accepted what it is."
Carl looked painted with a puzzled look, he then noticed the time on the clock. "Well it's time for you to go, I hope to see you tomorrow,"
"Umm...yes sir," Lincoln said walking out of the room.
Back in the convention center, all the older kids come in even Lincoln as Sam talks to him. "So how goes the boss lady's pops?"
"He was a little grumpy but not so bad, at the end, he wanted me to come back," Lincoln said.
Amy overheard their talk and turned to them. "Really? Dadd- I mean my father wanted you back?"
"Yeah, I was amazed at his art and now he says come back tomorrow," Lincoln stated.
Amy is overjoyed by having stars in her eyes. "Eeeh, he finally gets his spirit back, I hope you go back to him, you might help him,"
"Someone having too much sugar,' Lincoln thought with a sweat drop, she looked like a responsible woman, but now she's acting like a cheerful girl. "Of course, I want to go back there,"
"Yay!" Amy squealed hugging Lincoln much to his surprise. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
Sam leans into Lincoln and whispers. "She kind of a hugger, just let her do it," Haiku and Girl Jordan nodded in agreement.
"Um...Lincoln, can you help me and my friend do a walk, I was hoping to know how to do it," Meli responded.
"Oh...I hope me and little man, rock out with someone hoping to meet him," Sam said with a smile.
Lincoln finished hugging, he got down and spoke with a smile. "Don't worry, I can help out, just give me at least a thirty...you guys too?"
"You know I always need some company," Girl Jordan answered.
Haiku spoke honestly. "Your rhythm is a blessing to me,"
Lincoln grabbed his hand from Meli, both walking to her spot showing a girl with dark skin, slightly thinner than Lola, with brown skin, curly black hair, three pairs of eyelashes, and freckles. She wears a gold tiara, white pearl earrings, and a sleeveless blue maxi dress with a light blue sash.
Meli introduced her. "Lincoln...meet Cricket, she is friends with Lola, and comes by time after time just to help me,"
"So why do you need my help," Lincoln asked scratching his head.
"The walking, I really wanted to walk probably on stage, can you, do it?" Cricket asked.
"Well learning from books, I can give you two pointers," Lincoln answered making both of them happy.
The whole lesson the girls finally get the walking right, the boy goes to the music place and sees Sam rocking out with a small and spunky girl, who has spiky black hair, with purple highlights gelled upwards, a gap between her front teeth, and wears pink eye shadow. She has pierced ears but wears no earrings. She wears a purple jacket, a mini t-shirt with horizontal stripes, a pink checkered skirt, and white platform boots, doing air guitar.
Lincoln surprised. "Tabby?"
The spunky girl looked and smirked. "Well, I will be dang, it's you...Should know of who's boy has white hair,"
"So, you play with Sam, thought friends with Luna?" Lincoln question
"All rockers know each other, Sam helps me know about Smooch, the top five of my favorite bands,"
Lincoln smiled big. "Really?! Me too, one of my favorites is 'Suck it Up' and-"
Tabby and he said in unison. "Kiss Me One More Time,"
Sam likes her small friends. "Well, we can listen to music, I got a full playlist on my phone, wanna listen?"
Both of them smiled at her, charmed by the idea. Together, all three started listening and dancing to the music, enjoying their moment of joy. Until the whole hour, Lincoln seemed to have a moment of peace, looked at everyone doing their own thing, went back to a certain bookshelf, and picked a book randomly, seeing steps of drawing, he shrugged as he lay down on the floor, unaware that Amy watching him, rubs her chin while smiling.
The next day Lincoln came back to the manor, and he saw Carl nowhere to be in sight until he spotted him in his art studio, the boy went in, and saw Carl on his machine, painting his art. "Hi, Mr. Manfred,"
"You came, passed me that paint can, and you can spend your time cleaning the place," Carl replied focusing on his painting.
Lincoln nodded, he grabbed the paint bucket and placed it on the tall wooden stand, which was full of paint supplies. As he began to clean the place; placing paint cans on the side either used or empty, the table was clear plus organized until spotted outside a large pool with a building structure, round concrete, a large grass field, and a garden. Until forgot about it, continued cleaning the studio by swiping the floor while Carl painted his art. Each movement is a construction to make something that's not already made in the world, then Carl places his paintbrush down, and lowers himself, making a good clear for Lincoln to see; it happens to be a blue and blackish, human structure figure on it.
"What do you think Lincoln?" Carl asked looking at the art.
Lincoln is surprised at him calling his name like that, he's just answered the question. "Well it's not finished yet, I can see a person with emotions in blues but at the same time, having such a puzzling look, why you ask?"
Carl made a sigh. "The truth is I have nothing left to say anymore each day that goes by brings me closer to the end, I'm just an old man clinging to his brushes."
"Carl...please don't say that," Lincoln replied
"But enough about me let's see if you have any talent of becoming an artist," Carl stated turning to Lincoln, showing a wooden art stand with a plank board. "Give it a try."
Lincoln is a little uneasy. "B-But Carl, I not good-"
"It starts being unclear what you are thinking, I see you are a creative kid, so...pick up the brush, and let me see what you are," Carl replied
Lincoln looked at the white blank, went to it, grabbed the paint palette and a brush, turns to the old man with a frown. "I...don't know what to draw,"
"Painting is not about thinking, it's about interpreting the world around you, improving on it, showing me something you see...for example, do something for me, close your eyes," Carl responded with a small smile. "Trust me."
Lincoln at the board again, takes a deep breath, and closes his eyes, the only thing he hears is his heart.
"Try to imagine something that doesn't exist, something you've never seen. A world in your mind and heart; concentrate...how it makes you feel of your world and let your hand drift across the canvas."
Lincoln is trying to think hard since he's the man with the plan, but now he is just, himself and his own focused. He opens his eyes, and he begins painting on the canvas, he is just in the zone, trying to put all his focus on the board. Carl sees this boy might take some time to finish, hiding a smile on his face.
Throughout the whole week, Lincoln spent his time with Carl; they read books as Lincoln loves his latest book authors, played chess either both of them won or drew, and even Carl helped to play instruments that had been in the room for a long time, especially painting, sketching, and drawing...it's suited them of that hobby together.
Lincoln spent the entire week with his friend Carl. They enjoyed reading books together, as Lincoln was fond of new authors. They also played chess, with either one of them winning or the chess game ending in a draw. Carl helped Lincoln learn how to play musical instruments and discovered their shared passion for music and art that had been lying around in the room for a while, and they enjoyed sketching, painting, and drawing together. This hobby suited them well and they had a great time doing it. Their time together was more than just a hobby, it was an inspiration to find joy in the simple things and to embrace new experiences with open arms.
Amy came into her driveway, the RV got all the kids but not Lincoln ran out of gas, so she got the boy from her home and parked her car, she was a bit worried, the second day, hoping her father didn't yell or overworked the boy in chores. She spots a man with a bag of plates, going to the plate. "Uh excuse me..."
He turns and smiles. "Oh hello, got a delivery for Chinese food to this place, already paid for,"
She smiled. "Allow me to bring it to the Mr. Manfred, I lived here,"
In mid-afternoon, Amy walked into the house, she walked to the living room, thinking her father was there until she only made a surprised expression...her father was not in the same position watching TV, she placed the plates on the table, looked around, and spotted the art studio lights is on making her surprised, her father did not go in there in a long time, and now...she walked to it and opened it seeing Carl watching Lincoln painting. "Dad?"
Carl looks at Amy, he places his finger on his lip. "Shhh..."
The lady spots Lincoln focusing on his work, he's really in the zone, the serious look, she walks to the view of the painting and awning of the sight of the canvas. Lincoln stops, his breathing a bit heavy due to focusing all day, he steps back and places the palette down along the brush.
"My god..." Carl impressed
"It's beautiful..." Amy state holds her hands on her mouth.
Lincoln saw his art; as not complete, it was a Watercolor Painting style, having a forest mixture of a blank lake, and the sky with birds flying off. "Whoa...I...I..."
Amy places her hand on Lincoln's shoulder. "Come on, let's get you clean up," Walked out of the art studio. Meanwhile, Carl seeing the painting was amazed that a child can do art when he focuses on it, he has the skill but needs to master it.
"Hey, Dad,"
He turns to see a young man a bit older, with short brown hair a beanie, brown eyes, and white skin. He's wearing a blue dress jacket, black shirt, blue jeans, and brown shoes.
"Leo...I didn't hear you come in?" Carl asked a bit about his son being here...scratching his arm.
"Oh just in I was in the neighborhood I thought I'd stop by it's been a while right you all right," Leo answered
"You don't look so good," Carl states his son starts scratching his neck.
"Oh no...I'm fine...listen I need some cash Dad," Leo responded
Carl raises his eyebrow. "Again? what happened to the money I just gave you,"
Leo only smiled but was shaking. "It just goes you know...nothing but full-on-"
"You're not on it again aren't you?" Carl asked knowing what his son had been up to with cash lately.
no no no I swear it's not that..." Leo answered trying to think for a reason.
"Don't lie to me, Leo..." Carl responded with a raised voice.
Leo shouted angrily. "What difference, does it make I just need some cash!"
Carl made a small glare. "Sorry, the answer's no."
"What? Why?!" Leo shouted angrily
Carl only answered. "You know why."
"Dad...you ready to-"
Both see Amy and Lincoln come in, the boy is clean from his paint, and she is surprised to see her brother. "Leo?"
Leo sees Amy and then spots Lincoln, he tightens his fists, getting angry. "Yeah yeah, I think I do know why...you'd rather take care of your so-called daughter, than own son...better yet, now trying to replace me,"
"Wait...what?" Lincoln questioned hearing that part.
"Leo...that's not true," Carl responded
Leo slowly goes to them, Amy quickly puts Lincoln behind him, and she frowns at his behavior. "Hey tell me what's they got that I don't, smarter, more obedient, not like me right?"
"Leo, you know deep well we loved you, you not thinking straight," Amy stated with a frown.
"I am thinking straight! You not even my sister, adopted when your parents... died...in...a car!" Leo shouted looking at Lincoln with a glare, making the boy nervous. "And now, a boy with the same color hair, trying to replace me, huh?" Leo glared deeply at them, tightening his teeth. "But you know what this dead weight, is not your daughter, your little girl, it's a..."
Carl shouted in anger. "Leo that's enough...enough!"
"He's right..."
Now coming in is a tall lady, with dark skin, long red hair, red eyes, and a bit of muscular. She wears a black suit, a matching skirt stopping her thighs, and black heels. She crosses her arms and glares at Leo. "It best that you should leave," She states
Leo looked at Carl. "All you care about of her and your goddamn paintings, you've never loved anyone you never loved me...Dad," He walked to the door, passed the lady, and whimpered. "You never loved me."
They hear the door close as the adults sigh, Amy turns to the tall lady. "Thanks, Niko,"
"Can't keep this girl down," Niko stated looking at Lincoln. "So you the one taking care of gramps, nice work,"
"No problem," Lincoln said
"It's getting late, you can take the boy home Amy, before that..." Carl replied rolling to the table. "Here,"
Lincoln seeing him rolls to him, giving him a brown leather book, and a small strap buckle, he grabs it, and looks inside, only blank pages. "It's blank,"
"Of course it is," Carl stated bit in annoyance. "It's an art journal, tomorrow it's the weekend, so I wanted you to draw or write anything in mind, just be who you are, when you come by Monday, you can finish the canvas...remember, don't let anybody tell you who."
"Yes sir, thank you," Lincoln said looking at the book, until spots something that looked familiar.
"Come on Lincoln, let's go...I'll take you home," Amy replied as she and Lincoln headed out.
"Nice kid," Niko comment
"Yeah," Carl responded looking down at thinking. 'Maybe he can help lightning up in the newest museum, can I invite him,'
The car driving, Lincoln is holding his plate and journal, he looks at Amy. "So...who's Leo?"
Amy sighs, and he looks at her. "Leo was raised by his mother; dad recognized paternity and paid generous child support for a long time but did not see Leo again until he was a teenager, we tried to help him but he was far too gone being on his own, he came to Royal Woods, only to think of getting cash. "
Lincoln looked down with a frown. "I...don't wanna think taking his place,"
"No...don't say like that Lincoln," Amy stated patting his head, parking her car, and seeing the house. "Is this your place?" Seeing the boy nod. "Good, look, Leo just needed help, and I'm sure he got it, dad thinks you might love art, so just take his advice and draw in your journal. Have a good day, I hope to see you on Monday,"
"Wouldn't miss it," Lincoln responded with a smile, walking to his house.
Amy looked at the boy with a smile, then drove off, so the boy came into the house noticing his sisters watching Dream Boat.
Leni sees Lincoln with a smile. "Hey Linky, you seem happy?"
"Heh, spent time with an elderly," Lincoln answered
"Really? Geez, if you spent more time with old people, you might become them," Lynn joked as Luan laughed.
Lana sniffing caught the plate. "Is that... Chinese?"
"Yeah, got a takeout when coming home," Lincoln stated walking upstairs.
"Really?!" Lori's question all of them turns to him, having food they have been craving for months. "Just what place you keep going that gets you that type of food?"
"Just people guys, don't worry about it?" Lincoln said as he closed his door.
As the day wore on, they began to feel uneasy about the situation. When he returned in the afternoon, they noticed that he was carrying a journal, which made them even more suspicious. As they observed him closely, they saw him reading through the pages, occasionally jotting down notes. They wondered if the journal belonged to someone he was getting close to, maybe getting the answers of each girl in the living room seeking. To add to their curiosity, he also brought plates of good food, which made them wonder what he was up to. Despite their curiosity and unease, they decided not to confront him about it, preferring to wait and see what would happen next.
Luna frowns at this. "I think we should keep an eye on Lincoln, just a few right girls?"
"Agree/Yeah/I wanna know what he up to," They states
"Besides, it's the weekend, it's time for a family outing," Lori added making them hopeful.
It sounds like Lincoln had a lot on his mind while enjoying his meal. I'm glad that Carl's lessons have had a positive impact on him and that he found some joy in reflecting on them. It can be tough to find the right environment to focus on personal matters, and I empathize with Lincoln's struggle to find a comfortable space to write. Hopefully, he'll find the perfect spot soon and continue to find peace in his journaling.
'I know a place, but first,' Lincoln thought looking at his journal. 'A needed something that this belongs to me,'
Today is Saturday, thus another day of family activities awaits them, all of them have finished their breakfast, and starting up the RV, and all of them are ready until forgetting a certain one.
"Lincoln, time to go!" Rita shouted upstairs, hearing nothing, making her frown. "Lincoln, get down here!"
"Lincoln, I gonna miss my tournament," Lori shouted
"I go get him," Luna responded as she walked upstairs, hearing the door open, then shouted. "He's gone!"
All of them were shocked to hear that part, it's bad enough not to hang out with them and now he's spent time with their activities?!
Leni frowns at this. "Lincoln not gonna be with us, not even in my shows,"
Lynn Sr glares at this. "Alright that boy started to think he went out without noticing us when he got home, I'll-"
Rita stops him from what he is about to say. "Lynn, looked arguing further would break ties with him, just we...let's just go have a good day, okay?"
Lynn Sr let out a sigh and nodded in agreement. He instructed his daughter to get into the family van, and both the girls and he got inside. Rita looked down, feeling angry at her son for leaving the house abruptly. She wondered where he had gone.
In the park, Lincoln is underneath a tree with his bookbag, he's eating a muffin and drinking an orange juice bottle, got from a nearby store, sketching the park in his journal, getting each detail even the birds in the lake. He smiled at the sight in front of him, saw the birds flying off chirping on the sunny morning, the boy glade he caught them in time. He closes the journal, revealing his signature symbol on the book, the fall corner on the side says L.L.
"Glade I kept that symbol, well, what to draw next?" Lincoln questioned until spotted that interest. "Summer flowers be good,"
But this time, Lincoln pulls out a large sketchbook, he's begun to draw with signature color pens, focusing on the area of the surrounding colors of the flower, darkening the lining, even the flowers having another type of shading inside. He's even caught the butterflies on a few of them, resting on this summer day, the boy keeps on drawing in his wondering mind. Unaware that time passed, the people began to enter the park. He pulls away and finally finishes his latest art of the flowers, he is about to write his signature but it slips off his hands. "Oops!"
The pen drops down to the ground, rolling until hitting someone's feet, this 'someone' looks down sees the pen, picks it up, and speaks. "Hello, is this your...Lincoln?"
Lincoln was surprised to hear that voice, he looked up to see a girl Lori's age, she had longer blonde hair that pointed to her right side; she wore a blue headband, light blue eyeshadow, a blue shirt with a white collar, a brown skirt with a checker pattern. "Carol?"
She goes to him, pulls up the pen, and Lincoln grabs it. "Shouldn't you be...with your family's Lori's tournament,"
"It's today? I thought it was on Monday, I was busy making my art, you play golf, should you be there?" Lincoln asked
"Naw, mine on Sunday, what do you mean by art?" Carol questioned the boy showing her his art and making her gasp. "Oh my..."
Lincoln is nervous and thinks she might laugh at it. "What's wrong?"
Carol gets a smile, with a twinkle in her eyes. "It's amazing! You make this?!"
"Heh yeah," Lincoln answered scratching the back of his head. "Well, I kinda making this art stuff, it's a hobby,"
"It's for sale, how much?" Carol asked looking at him.
Lincoln surprised by that question, looked at it. "I don't know Carol, it's not a big deal-"
"How about forty dollars, please...I make sure everyone notices this is your work." Carol said with puppy dog eyes.
'Why that looked?!' Lincoln whined comically, sighed, and looked at her with a smile. "Okay, just let me sign my signature."
Carol cheers, Lincoln makes a big painting of a black mixed orange L.L. symbol at the bottom right end of the art. He saw Carol held up two twenty, and spoke with a tease. "First, held up the art first,"
"Why?" Lincoln raises his eyebrow.
"Trust me,"
Lincoln held up his art, but he got flashed in the eyes, got a bit dizzy, and got his vision back to see Carol holding up her money, he grabbed them and gave her his flower art to Carol, he was confused about what she did. "Why do you take pictures?"
Carol smirked, texting her phone. "Hashtag, new art from Lincoln Loud aka a new artist," Lincoln was surprised at what she had done, only looking at him with an honest smile. "This is the way to make you noticed, I promise everyone will be interested in your art." She places her hands on his shoulders, knee down to face to face. "What you have is not a hobby Lincoln, you got a gift,"
Lincoln looks down. "I just hope my family thinks it's a waste of time or...or..." He looked away with a frown. "Laugh at me,"
Carl looked at him with a hidden frown but kept her smile. "I'm sure that they loved it, be sure to love," Her phone rang certain tone, making her shocked. "Oh, I be late!"
"Of what exactly?" Lincoln asked seeing her pulling out her phone.
"The newest museum just opened and I got a ticket, it's says I can bring a guest," Carol answered looking at him. "Wanna come?"
'Well the family won't come home until night,' Lincoln thought looking at her with a smile. "Sure, I don't mind,"
Carol gleeful. "Oh, you gonna love it!"
'A museum of art, well gonna be a great place to see-' Lincoln smiled, might see the newest arts in display.
"I'm sorry sir, those young in thirteen have stayed in the child room for the time being, I'm sure to have a good time here," A security said
Lincoln looks annoyed in a place that looks like a game room. 'Well, at least watch something,'
"At last...someone in my age,"
Lincoln turns to see a girl his age, well she is taller than him, She may be taller because girls commonly become taller than boys around puberty. She wears a lavender sweater with a lavender headband which holds her hair back, and a white mini skirt with white matching boots. She has long black hair and blue eyes she also wears lavender eyeshadow and black eyeliner. She checked herself with her small mirror, with a bored look.
"Get me something to drink," She ordered
"Uh...no," Lincoln question
She turns to him with a questioning look. "Excuse me?"
"I'm not doing your commands, I'm here to see the museum but it seems that I'm too young," Lincoln responded crossing her arms, knowing she was a rich girl.
"Yeah, parents dragged me off this, wanted to the mall," She responded placing her mirror down.
"You don't know what hoping to see, see more than just buying stuff, making new memories," Lincoln state
"Like you been mall before," She responded in annoyance.
Lincoln glared a bit. "Trust me, I know...been at the mall all the time every Sunday,"
She was surprised by him looking at her like that, she saw him begin to write in his journal. "What are you doing?"
"Just passing time, drawing the place," Lincoln answered
She looked down and spoke. "Can you do something for me, it's not demanding,"
Lincoln looked at her giving him a little smile, he smiled. "Sure, got a name?"
"Trixie Tang,"
Carol was simply a bit bored in her mind, seeing each artwork through the place, and thought it good, Lincoln could light things up but certain rules of young ones were not allowed in the place, some things that those with mature in their age. "Sometimes, wish Lincoln could be here, I ask about knowing this art."
"You know Lincoln?
Carol turns to see Amy pushing Carl, both dressed well since it's Carl's opening museum, Niko is with them but wearing a black suit with a short skirt, and black shades, matching heels. "Huh yes, yes sir, he's in the kids' room,"
Carl sighs in annoyance. "Hmm, should know the boy come here, but that reason, you can tell him about joining us,"
Amy smiled big. "And hoping we can have fun together,"
Carol walked through the area until she spotted a door. When she opened it, she saw Lincoln sketching a girl posing before him. The girl sat in a chair with her hand at the back of her head and legs crossed. "Am I...interrupting something?"
Both turn to her, Lincoln surprised. "Oh Carol, I making art of Trixie, she asked to do it,"
"Well then, I told you could come along to see the art with Carl and his daughter Amy," Carol responded
Lincoln smiled, he stood up until spot Trixie was saddened, and realized she was all alone in the room, so he thought about it. "I got an idea, maybe you be my date," Both girls were surprised by what he said, the boy blushing what he said. "I mean to be my partner, I mean to be my company, I mean-"
They giggled making the poor boy's face turn redder, Trixie simply went to him, holding his arm. "You lucky you're cute and kind,"
"Oh dang," Lincoln responded
As they entered the art museum, Lincoln was amazed by the beautiful pieces of art, especially those created by Carl. However, Amy and her father were surprised to see that Trixie was with them and asked how she had joined them. After explaining their situation, Amy's father promised to behave and support them throughout the day. Unfortunately, as they toured the museum, they found themselves surrounded by wealthy people who only seemed to care about discussing their businesses and the value of the art. Even Trixie was bored with the small party. However, Lincoln's attention was diverted when he heard a buzzing sound coming from his phone, causing him to smile.
"Well it's about dame time, can't wait to get home," Carl said as others agreed.
"Maybe we can go one more stop?" Lincoln asked looking at them as they were confused.
"Cheers!"
Clanging in drinks is the elderly group; Scoops, Seymour, Jonah, all the rest of the elderly mostly all men with white buttons, blue jeans with orange overalls, and white sneakers...having the same hairstyle as Lincoln, Albert Loud aka...Pop-Pop. All of them in the Dine 'n' Dance, with them far is their caretaker as known Sam, and the rest having their meal, waiting for their ride.
"So how do you guys do, Scoops and I rocking the beats all the time?" Sam asked
"I have so many wonders of words today," Haiku answered with a small smile.
"Mr. Seymour loves baking, I enjoy it myself," Meli states that others eat cookies they made.
Girl Jordan turns to the entrance, seeing someone come. "There the Loud,"
Lincoln, Trixie, Amy, Niko, the boy is pushing Carl in. "Hey guys, we're here!" Then spotted Pop-Pop making the boy smile. "Pop-Pop!"
Pop-Pop smiled big, getting hugged by Lincoln as he returned the hug, and turned to see Carl. "I see you have someone I know,"
Carl smiled at the man. "Well, I be...Albert, good to see you again,"
Lincoln and Amy were surprised at what they saw, and both smiled. "You two know each other,"
"Yeah, in high school and college, we have been separate ways of me becoming Navy while he being an artist," Albert answered
"Your grandson, having a gift, be a good artist, teaching him the whole week, hope I didn't mess with-" Carl responds only seeing Albert shake his head.
"No, I was hoping my boy finds something deep inside his heart, and glad it's a good fit for him," Albert rubs Lincoln's head. "Now, how about we have some fun together Carl, like the old days,"
As Carl wheeled over to his friends, Lincoln made a warm smile spread across his face. It was heartwarming to see his new friend having a good time. Suddenly, he felt a gentle touch on his shoulder and looked up to see Amy standing there with a smile of gratitude. It was clear that she appreciated Lincoln's helped made her father happy again. The boy nodded and then quickly made his way over to his friends, hoping to avoid any potential embarrassment by Trixie. Meanwhile, Amy and Niko exchanged a knowing glance before heading over to their table to catch up today. The whole place was filled with laughter and positive energy, and it was clear that everyone was having a great time.
At night, everyone becomes rain clouds come up, Carl takes Lincoln home, and right before he gives him something from his home, Amy and Niko get stuck in traffic for a bit, but they get there in time.
Lincoln opens the door, and both chuckles. "Oh man, you sure know how to get this old man going,"
"Hey, it's the least I can do, all that boring museum, rich people talk about how much money on the painting, don't know the value of them," Lincoln said as closed the door.
"Tell me about it, come on, Let's get a bit of a drink, all the laughter makes me thirst," Carl responded
Lincoln pushed Carl while spoke. "Scott's neat as usual, while I can get apple juice from the fridge,"
Carl nodded with a smile. "absolutely...you know me,"
Lincoln parked the wheelchair. "Okay, but you know what your doctor would say and Amy,"
Carl rolls his eyes while smirking. "Yeah well, he can kiss my ass I'm old enough to choose my medication, and don't tell her,"
"My lips are-" Lincoln said he was about to pour the drink when he spotted the art studio lights. "Why are art studio lights on?"
Carl turns his wheelchair, seeing itself. "I don't know, it was off when I left," He made a suspicious look. "Called the police,"
Lincoln grabbed the phone, dialed the number, and waited for the buzzing until came on. "This is the Royal Woods Police Department, what's your emergency?"
Lincoln gave the phone to Carl as he spoke. "This is Carl Manfred at 8941 Lafayette Avenue, I just returned home and found the lights on there may have been a break-in,"
"The patrol car on the way,"
"Let's go check it out," Carl responded
Lincoln glanced at Carl and then at the boy. "It's going to be okay," he reassured them before Lincoln began to push the wheelchair into the art studio. Inside, they found Leo rummaging through Carl's artwork much of them shocked.
"Leo!" Carl shouted causing the intruder to turn to him. "What are you doing here?!"
Leo glared at him. "You refused to help me so I'm helping myself, it's crazy when some people pay for this shit!"
Carl shouted in anger. "Don't touch them!"
Leo looked at his father in little annoyance. "Look, they're all gonna be mine sooner or later anyway, just think of it as a down payment on my inheritance."
Carl glared deeply thinking he's thought that he about to say something but Lincoln stepped in. "Lincoln...no!"
Lincoln stepped in front of him, put up his brave ."Look, I've already called the police, you should go now before you get yourself into more trouble Leo. Think reasonable, this thing ain't get you anywhere!"
As Lincoln observed the young man, he noticed that something was off. The man's eyes were filled with pure hatred, and his face was flushed with anger. The boy wondered what could have provoked such an intense reaction from the young man. He noticed that the man's eyes were a bit pink, which made him think that the man was not thinking straight at the moment. Lincoln found it difficult to understand the reason for the man's anger, and he wished to help the man calm down and see things more clearly. Despite the man's irrational behavior, he believed that there was a deeper cause for his outburst, but he wasn't sure what it could be...Leo was ready to place someone to blame, and he was the target.
Leo slowly shook his head. "All you ever do is tell me to go away...what's wrong Dad...I am not good enough for you...not perfect." Glaring at Lincoln who gets scared, backing away. "Not like this kid,"
Carl gets between them, protecting Lincoln. "That's enough, get out! Right now!"
Leo looks down at his father. "What's he so special anyway huh? What's he got that I don't!" He pushes Carl away.
"Carl!" Lincoln shouted as he saw Leo glaring deeply at him.
"Lincoln, run!" Carl shouted
As soon as Lincoln gets scared, he begins running through the studio, his heart pounding in his chest. Carl, who's nearby, notices Lincoln's panicked expression and tries to save the boy before he gets hurt, but something stops him, his chest is hurting...really painful this time. However, Lincoln proves to be quite agile and manages to evade Leo's grasp. He ducks under the table, causing some of the art supplies to rattle and clink together, and slips through the narrow metal paint holder, squeezing his way through the tight space with remarkable ease. He continues to run, his movements almost too quick for the eye to follow, and dodges Leo, who appears out of nowhere. But despite his best efforts, Leo manages to snag Lincoln by the collar, lifting him off the ground and bringing him to a stop. "Please...stop."
"Oh, that's right, not a man...a kid, who grew up to be nothing!" Leo shouted shaking the scared Lincoln.
Carl holding his chest, he shouting much of his pain. "No, Leo! Leave the boy alone!"
"Face it, no matter what you do...you be a weak, pathic, squirt...I gonna enjoy making sure you are gone!" Leo shouted raising his fist, about to throw it.
But Carl has too much, his heart is pounding too much, making him fall on the floor, Lincoln sees this and screams. "CARL NO!"
Lincoln pushes Leo off of him, making him drop the boy, Lincoln rushes to Carl, and lifts the man, tears going down. "Carl, stay with me, they be here soon, just hold on,"
"People...are so confused about what they living their lives," Carl said looking at the boy. "Remember Lincoln...don't let anyone...tell you who you are..."
Lincoln shook his head. "No...No...No..."
"NO!"
As they turned around, their eyes fell upon Amy, who had just entered the room. The horror on her face was palpable as they saw Carl lying on the ground. Without a moment's hesitation, Amy rushed forward, her heart pounding as she knelt beside him. Carl had always been there for her, raising her from a young age, and now it was her turn to be there for him. As she examined him, trying to assess the extent of his injuries, the old man in the room looked on with a knowing smile. He had seen the bond between him and Amy grow stronger with each passing day, and he was glad to see that they were still there for each other in their darkest hour. But he also knew that his time was running out and this would be the last time he would see Amy. With a sense of peace, he closed his eyes, content that he had seen the people he cared about most, together, one last time.
"Stay with me...please stay with me..." Amy said seeing him with his eyes closed, she screamed with tears going down. "DADDY!"
"This is all your fault..." Leo said holding back his sadness. "This never would happened if weren't for you."
Then suddenly, Niko with two police officers, saw Carl who was now dead, she glared deeply at Leo, knowing his responsible. "What happened?!"
"He's heart attack, that's is all," Leo answered
Lincoln looked at him with teary eyes. "There camera here!"
They don't know what the boy talking about until he points to the top of the place, and sees a small black camera, Leo is alarmed, and Niko sees his face, he tries to make a run for it but she grabs the whole of him, putting his arms behind his back.
"Take him!" Niko shouted with a glare.
"Dame it" Leo shouted taken away by the cops.
Niko sees Amy crying down on Carl, she gets hugged by Lincoln, who hugs back, both lost one person in their lives.
"Lincoln!"
Lori shouted in the living room, it was gloomy and clouded outside, and the girls seemed to be worried about Lincoln, he had been in his room ever since the funeral, the whole week, the girls tried to talk to him either quietly or yelling.
"Been in the room the whole week, you better get down and eat or I'll make you come down," Lori shouted glaring upstairs, not hearing a single word. "LINCOLN!"
"Lori stop!" Luna shouted grabbed Lori's arm made her look at her. "He's not coming down, just letting passing through, can't get just get over it,"
Leni frowned and looked up. "Poor Linky,"
Lola crossed her arms. "Well I need him for my pageant-"
Lana hits her shoulder. "You thinking of it right now?!"
"Well that geezer is old," Lynn stated making Luna look at her,
"Dude, not cool," Luna responded looking up with worried. 'Lincoln,'
In Lincoln's room, which is dark with no lights on plus the gloomy clouds from a small window, the owner is sitting on the bed, with a blanket covering the whole body...Lincoln, having dale eyes, with tears going down. "Carl...I'm sorry."
"This is all your fault...This never would happened if weren't for you."
Lincoln sat alone in his room, feeling overwhelmed with emotions. He couldn't stop hearing Leo's voice in his head, as if it were on repeat. He felt a deep sadness and regret, tears streaming down his face, as he thought about what Leo had said. Leo had blamed him for everything that had happened, insisting that it never would have occurred if Lincoln hadn't started drawing. He felt a sense of shame and guilt as he looked at his journal, filled with his sketches and thoughts. He wondered if he had caused all the trouble himself. He knew he had to get rid of the journal, throw it in the trash, and forget about it-
*Ring...Ring...Ring...*
Lincoln sees his phone come on and is annoyed by the phone again, but his instinct tells him to answer, he sighs, grabs the whole of the phone, and presses it. He looked at loads of messages from everyone said to comfort him, until the newest one...happens to be Niko."
"Lincoln...if you're reading this, I needed to come to see Amy, she stucks at her office, gluing to her work like she doesn't wanna talk to anyone including me, maybe you can find a way to bring her out, give her back the same lady we knew."
Lincoln finishes reading, knowing Amy is in a lot of pain, and he has to do something, so he stands up, grabs the journal, and walks out of his room...the family sees Lincoln come down, only walked out of the place much of their surprised, but the boy doesn't have time for explain, he needed to help someone who's in pain.
Lincoln is just two streets away from the convention center, he looks at the walking signal, and he is glad it is before it rains...
"Hey, aren't you the one who's made Carol's drawing?"
Lincoln turns to see a group of teens in Luna through Lori's age, all of them seeing him with a smile. "Huh yeah?"
"Cool, can you draw me a picture?!"
"How about making art of my cat!"
"Me, can you draw me?"
Lincoln startled by this, sees the light turn green much of his relief. "Huh thanks, flattered, but I got something to be,"
Lincoln runs away, leaving behind a group of happy yet somewhat saddened teens. The boy can't believe what just happened. The media is blowing up about one of his artworks, but is it really that big of a deal?
"Thanks for coming Lincoln,"
Niko and Lincoln walked into the convention, which was dark since no one was here on the weekends, and then saw the office lights, seeing shadows moving, Lincoln worried what was inside. "What's wrong with Amy?"
"She kept coming up with ideas that helped the convention, but some were good while others were a bit reckless and weird. She was only doing this to distract herself from Carl...passing. She's in denial. I tried to talk to her, as did everyone, but she didn't budge. I am hoping you can help her, as you helped Carl. I know you can do it, please help her," Niko answered.
Lincoln looked in the door, he opened it, seeing loads of paperwork all over, a moving marking board with loads of notes, and Amy, pacing around rubbing her head while muttering to herself. "Huh...Amy?"
Amy turns to see Lincoln, shocks him with her red teary eyes yet bangs underneath her eyes, but has a big smile. "Lincoln, why you here...well, it's convention center to help kids and young adults to put them on the right path, maybe they come here every day,"
Lincoln seeing this, knows this is serious. "Are...you okay,"
"Never been better, trying to get more people here, think of ways to help the kids have a good time here," Amy said making a laugh a bit hysterical, looking at the board. "Maybe do a field trip to-,"
"Amy, this does not solve your problem," Lincoln reasoned with her.
"But we could go place that is fun and exciting," Amy states placing her another photo.
"Is helped to get through their problem?" Lincoln asked.
"Huh...yes," Amy answered in hesitation.
"Will it help their emotional state, break through their problems?" Lincoln question.
"I... yes...no... don't know...let me think," Amy rubbing her eyes.
"You trying to help them find a way to be better-" Lincoln talked only he got cut off.
Amy holds her head. "Lincoln...please!"
Lincoln stepped forward. " Amy, is this what Carl wants?"
Amy turns to him with a glare of sadness. "CARL IS GONE!"
The woman's outburst of anger was sudden, and it took her by surprise. She had never felt so much rage before, and she directed it towards Lincoln, who cowered in fear. At that moment, she realized that she had lashed out at the one person who had helped Carl, the person she cared about the most. The realization hit her hard, and she collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down her face. Her emotions were overwhelming, and she was filled with regret for how she had treated Lincoln. As she wept, she felt a comforting presence beside her. It was Lincoln, who had come to comfort her. He wrapped his arms around her, and she buried her face in his shoulder, clinging to him tightly. They stayed like that for a while, as she cried and he held her until she finally calmed down. "So sorry Lincoln, I promise never yelled at you again...I just...I just..."
"You miss him, I am too," Lincoln said tears going also. "He always watches over us, I thank him for teaching me about art and thank you...for helping me,"
Tears streamed down Amy's face once again, hugging Lincoln once again, and Niko couldn't help but smile at the scene. After a week of denial, her friend finally came back. As they broke apart, a tall girl approached them, her arms outstretched. Without hesitation, she swept Amy into her arms, holding her tightly in a bridal-style embrace. The relief on Amy's face was palpable as she leaned into the comfort of her friend's embrace. Niko watched on, feeling grateful for the beautiful moment of calmness that she had just witnessed. Lincoln sees this and is surprised, both of them more than friends in his eyes.
Niko smirked at his reaction. "Got a problem with this?"
"No, honestly my sister dating Sam," Lincoln smiled
"Okay missy, time to go home," Niko said looking at Amy who grew tired.
"Wait...Lincoln, there something wanna you to see, it's about Carl, says stop at least thirty minutes," Amy said
Niko carried Amy who guided both Niko and Lincoln to the newest art drawing stand with a bookshelf full of books with a stack of paper sheets, Lincoln saw a shoe box, and on top of it was a small disc case.
"It's Carl's will, he wanted you to watch it at the end," Amy answered
Lincoln grabbed the disc case, he spotted the TV which still had a DVD case, he went to it, placed the disc in, and turned it on. About a few moments later, Carl appears with a smile, and Lincoln fasts forward to the very end. "Carl."
"Now that's outta the way; Amy and Niko having wealth, giving to Leo until getting his life together, all my paintings go to the museum, and lastly..." Carl looking at the screen. "Lincoln, since you giving you something for giving this old fossil a week of joy...the box contains all my art teaching for you if needed guidance, the house of mine of father, it's yours along something that gives you until reaches 18, I hope one day you grew up someone I hope you to be,"
In the scene, three of them, including Lincoln, look surprised. Lincoln has just seen a house that belongs to him now, but he can't quite wrap his head around it. More importantly, they have an art lesson that could help him master this realization. The boy completes the final act by putting the disc back in its rightful place alone. "I keep this here, just be safe,"
"Good call, let's go and relax," Niko said as she walked out with Amy in her arms and Lincoln followed.
"I realized something in life, the people who surround us get something in life that keeps us forever, an inspiration and motivation..."
They walked out of the place, seeing the sky as clear having a light blue sky mixture of orange with the sun with few clouds, all three smiled at the scene, and secretly Lincoln took a photo of this scene, the perfect sight to draw in his journal.
"Is by someone who can be in your life...all the time,"
Yes, Lincoln's mentor is Carl Manfred, you can look up to see who he is, and my OCs Amy and Niko came in as being couples...special thanks to one of Fiction Realm's ideas of OC of Food Wars Joichiro Saiba from Food Wars.
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