Beyond Two Siblings

Stuck

This story was in Fanfiction (dot) net for around, two years? I started this around  October of 2020, and to this day as of April 2022, it's still ongoing. So, I might as well upload it on other sites too, including this dead Wattpad account I haven't used for far too long. 

Disclaimer: I do not own The Loud House, nor do I ship Loudcest. Keep that in mind as we progress through the story.

MANUSCRIPT OF THE ORIGINAL: Written as of October 17, 2020

(Edited: Removed cuss words and fixed the general format.)

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Riiiiiiiing!

"Oh shoot, I gotta go now guys! Otherwise, Lynn's gonna kick my butt." Lincoln said to his friends who were still sitting down on the cafeteria's seats.

"Welp, good luck Linc!" Liam said, and everyone else also said their pleasantries.

"Yeah! See ya later, bud!" Clyde spoke as well as they high five. And with that, Lincoln sped off to Mr. Bolhofner's room. Hoping to not get caught by the extremely strict hall monitor.

"Hiyah!" A yell rang in Lincoln's ears.

Too late.

"Oh, sorry Stinkoln. I was trying to catch somebody speeding." Lynn looked off to the halls and punched the ground. "I missed him, dang it!" She said frustratingly as she got off of Lincoln.

"Eh, it's alright. Gotta head to class anyways." Lincoln said, before going off.

Because of the amount of time he wasted from getting tackled, Lincoln checked his watch and realized he was late. Crap!  With that, he started running, once again hoping not to get caught.

"Are you sure? I mean, she isn't exactly the softest but-" Suddenly, when Lincoln was about to turn to the next hallway, he forced himself to stop as he listened in on the conversation. It was Principal Ramirez! Oh crud, he can't be seen here! He'd probably get suspended for roaming the halls this late, or worse...

"Ah!-" Someone covered his mouth before he could even scream. And even before he could react, a person dragged him inside something. It was dark, stuffy and hot. As if he was inside a sack. Lincoln started squirming but before he could speak or question everything, the person shushed him.

"Stinkin', it's me!" The girl said, but Lincoln could see who it really was. Judging by the raspy voice though, it was definitely someone he knew.

"Lynn? What's going on?" He asked curiously. Lincoln needed to go to class, not stop by and have a chat! The boy wished he worked out more, so then he could have revenge on her for worsening his day. Lincoln may not have been the most vengeful person, but today, he was fairly angry. Nobody could blame him, though. After all, who would even wanna be shoved in a locker by the same person who tried to help you avoid exactly that!?

"Shush. Principal Ramirez is coming." Lynn said, putting a finger on her lips. The both of them stayed in that locker, awkwardly cramped as they heard the footsteps of a woman.

Lincoln contemplated for a while on why she was doing this. Was she protecting him again like she was supposed to? Or was this just her plan to harass and even suspend him? Knowing his sister, she was playful, but never knew when to stop.

For a full minute, there was a woman talking with someone younger- most probably a teenage boy. Lincoln wasn't familiar, of course. He'd only been in the middle school for a few weeks. The boy along with his same-aged schoolmates and friends were still getting used to the new environment.

"Soooo... wanna tell me why you did this?" Lincoln finally spoke up, not being able to resist asking even though the two people outside were standing just across their locker.

Lynn sighed in resignation. Lincoln wasn't really an annoying type of person. But geez, did he get on her nerves right now. He probably won't shut up until given an answer. "Long story short, saw how you were in a pickle, helped out. Satisfied?"

Lincoln looked around even though it was hard to see. He could feel his older sister's warmth against his body. Nothing exactly weird. The boy was used to this. But what bothered him was the fact that the locker was hot, and he felt like he was gonna get a stroke if he stayed for long.

"Yeeahhh... this isn't exactly what I'd like to call 'helping out'." Lincoln said, putting emphasis on 'helping out' by gesturing it with quotation marks through his fingers.

"I can always just push you out then-"

"If you do, I'm telling on them." Lincoln said, before his sister could reopen the locker right when there are two people outside. That made Lynn pause to process what he just said. Yup, Lincoln. You're the man.

After a while of silence from her, Lynn started seething. "Oh? Will they really believe you?" She challenged, holding the knob of the locker as if to threaten him. That's right, mess with me and you'll pay.

"Hmm, maybe? Even if they didn't, wouldn't they wonder why I'm stuck in a locker?" Lincoln wittingly asked, playing with his sister's mind. And as if to show that it worked, Lynn started clenching her teeth as she breathed through them in anger. Haha! Gotcha now, sistah!

With a long inhale, she forced herself to calm down. "What's up with you today?" Lynn asked, curious as to where her brother's clever roasting side came from.

"What's up with you today?" Lincoln asked in return, also curious to why her sister was acting more irritated than usual. Maybe it was that time of the month? It would make sense. Explains her bitchiness today.

Lynn was surprised. She never expected her brother to practically sass he like that. The jock expected something like that from their younger sister, Lola, but from this cute, careful, loving boy with white hair? Nope.

She didn't know if she liked it or not.

Wait, cute?

"What? It's hard to not feel conflicted when you're in a locker stuck with your relative who's a boy, you know?" Lynn explained, before asking why he was so sassy today.

"You literally tackled me and stuffed me in here. How can I not?" Lincoln said with a deadpan look which was hard to see as the only light source were the five tiny slots on the top part of the door.

"Hey! I said I was sorry! Besides, I only wanted to help out. Pretty sure you wouldn't make it out alive if I didn't stick you in here." She reasoned out, wanting to move her arms but to no avail. If she did, she would've accidentally opened the door and nobody wants that!

"Oh wow, you're doubting me too? Thought only Lori did that." He said sarcastically, but a part of him still grateful that she did what she did because Lynn's right- he would be dead meat if he were caught.

Lynn stopped talking to listen in to the chat outside, leaning her ear against the door. Meanwhile, Lincoln was left to observe his surroundings. There he was, in a locker with a girl. His sister, nonetheless. Normally, his pubescent 12 year old body would've enjoyed this if the girl was Jordan or Paige... or maybe even Ronnie Anne, but under these circumstances...

He looked down to where he felt pressure the most. And oh boy, Lincoln wished he didn't.