close enough, lynn loud

1, my uno

You and Lynn Loud Jr. have been best friends since you've come out of the womb. Born to be friends, born to be together.

When your mom was pregnant with you, it was only a few weeks after she found out that Rita Loud, your next-door neighbor, was pregnant with a baby girl, later on known to be Lynn Loud Jr.

You were older by a few months, but that didn't change anything. She was like your other half, your number one, your soulmate. When people heard (Y/N), they thought of Lynn. And when people heard Lynn, they thought of (Y/N).

At one year old, you two were sleeping in the same crib. At five, you two were throwing mud at other kids in the playground because they wouldn't get off the swings. At nine, Lynn taught you how to play soccer, baseball, and hockey, even though she pretended to lose so you could win. At fourteen, you two were promising each other that you would get married if you were still single at thirty. And now, at seventeen, she was your worst weakness ever.

"You're kidding, right?" you raise a brow at her.

"Do I look like I'm kidding? You could totally do it!" Lynn jumps up and down on her bed while you lay on it, pretending you're unbothered by her jumping.

You turn to sit up, "Okay, but seriously?" pulling her down to sit on the bed. She looks at you with genuine eyes, and it makes you want to say yes to anything she says.

Did I mention you've been in love with her for the past seventeen years? How could you not when all she's ever been was good? good to you. When her sisters teased you, she'd be your knight in shining armor, ready to defend you from them. When all your friends left you out, she was one door away, ready with ice cream and a movie. And at your lowest, she hugged you tight and said, "You're my other half, I can't go on when I know you're hurting."

"You could totally do it! You're the most talented person I know! If you try out as a cheerleader, you could support me at my games! Plus, I get to see you on the front lines." And then she smiles that perfect smile of hers, and you can't help but melt.

"And why exactly would I go into cheerleading in my senior year?" you reason.

"Because you can? Also, you've... done dance!" she says in an unsure tone. "And! you're hardworking?" You both let out a laugh at that.

You cross your arms and say, "No. I'm not doing it!"

"C'mon, please! I want you at my games, and if you're a cheerleader, that means you can come with us to the regionals!"

She had a good point. If you got accepted at tryouts, you could come to the tours, stay at the same hotel as the athletes (maybe sneak in to Lynn's room), tour the state with Lynn, and be front row cheering her on. You wouldn't even have to be one of the main cheerleaders, you just needed to pass tryouts.

"Please!" and she hits you with the puppy dog eyes and pout combo.

You sigh and nod your head in defeat, even though last time you checked, you broke your ankle trying to do a cartwheel in dance.