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Denial Isn't Just a River	By : AberrantScript Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 1989 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Loud House and make no profit off this work of fiction.

Chapter List
- 1-Dear Lame-O
- 2-You're a Total Nerd
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Author's Notes:
Dedicated to Flagg~
I've long wanted to write something bigger for this couple, but I kept getting distracted by other ideas - as things normally go with me. So, this story will have some small pieces of plot in it, but 75% of it will be an excuse to just shove these two together and enjoy it. I hope you guys like this as much as I liked writing it. :3
If you have any ideas for teenager-y antics, embarrassing situations, or whatever, feel free to comment about them. No Loudcest this time. Nur~
Disclaimer: The Loud House Copyright Nickelodeon (2019)
DENIAL ISN'T JUST A RIVER
Chapter 1: Dear Lame-O
It was early morning.
Like 5am. Waaay to friggin' early for anyone to be up.
But life doesn't work that way, Ronnie Anne found out.
For the past six years she was forced to get up that early so she wouldn't miss the bus.
And it sucked.
Ugh.
The constant buzzing of her alarm clock.
BZZZ. BZZZ. BZZZZZZZZ!
God, freaking die already.
She slapped it with her hand, rolling over in the motion, and glaring at it with bloodshot eyes.
She swore that thing would explode if she stared at it any longer.
Why the heck was it still blaring its klaxons!?
Oh.
Her eyes blinked.
Slapping it doesn't work. Gotta slide the button over.
Ugh.
She stretched out her hand.
Almost-
Alllmooooost therrrrre-
Haha! Got it!
And right as she smiled, she lost her balance and fell to the ground a crumpled mess of limbs, blankets, and a very grouchy frown.
On the other side of town, the merry sun was just beginning to peak its head thru the cracked window curtains.
A young man with stunning white hair was already awake and slipping his pants up his scrawny legs.
His door slammed open and a pair of twins, both twelve years old, barged in with wide eyes, open mouths, and entirely too needy words for that early of the morning.
"LINCY-"
"LINCOLN-"
He put up his hands, and they both paused.
He sighed, and gave them a smile.
"You know the rules. I need coffee first, then I'm you're brother. Before I've had that, I'm a monster that's just as soon gonna tickle you to death as try to figure out where Hops II hopped off, too-"
"Hahahaha! Good one, Linc!" called Luan as she hurried into the bathroom, passing by a grumbling Lynn.
Linc rolled his eyes.
"-and Lola, I have no idea where your eyeliner is, but you look so pretty already. Do you really need it?"
The two just looked at him with wider, twinkling eyes.
"How did you know that what I was going to ask?" they both asked in perfect unison.
He gave them an award winning smile.
"I'm your big brother. I know everything~"
Ronnie Anne kicked the door shut with the heel of her foot.
She had this spindly little bang that absolutely refused to do anything than hang down the center of her face.
Except, occasionally it would also get into her eyes.
Friggin' hair.
She yanked it off to the side, and tucked it behind her ear.
There. Nur.
She held her backpack over one shoulder, feeling all the weight of those books trying to yank her shoulder from its socket, but meh. Such was life as a high schooler.
She took out a stick of bubblegum and popped it into her mouth.
It was orange flavored. Just about the only bubblegum she bought anymore; at least, since she and mom moved back to Royal Woods.
Dunno. It just tasted better than all the other flavors. Kinda weird in a way. She always liked strawberry gum pretty well before coming back.
And Ronnie Anne was thinking waaay too much about stupid gum.
She leaned against a light pole and bent her head down.
A phone was tucked in her breast pocket; a button up, purple and pink plaid shirt over a pair of worn jeans.
Ear buds went up to her ears, and she tapped a foot to the sound of bells and guitar jamming out a slow, steady, deep rhythm.
She didn't even see the bus approach as she got lost in the melody of AC/DC's song.
But right as she opened her lips and started singing along to the lyrics-
"I'm rolling thunder, a pouring rain. I'm coming on like a hurricane."
She looked up and her mouth froze in place as the bus driver smirked at her, bobbing his head to her singing.
The girl grumbled and hurried up the steps, giving the driver a polite thanks before scurrying to her seat half way back.
And there in the peace and quiet of AC/DC's rock and roll music, she leaned her head on the cold glass window and watched the world slowly roll by.
Lincoln was walking down his family's driveway.
His backpack hung over both shoulders, but even heavier than it should've been.
Lucy's backpack was wrecked yesterday by bullies, so he offered to stuff as many of her supplies in his pack as he could.
She was a freshman. And being the local creepy emo gothic chick in a class mostly full of jocks and preppy valley girls and hipster nerds and whatever else was popular on Twitter these days, she stood out like the only vampire at a convention of werewolves.
Sigh.
And she was just as easy prey as a bewitched woman would be to a cold, dead, two hundred and six year old vampire named Edwin~
Lincoln didn't say anything as he stood beside his younger sis.
It was a rare day when she gave a smile. And it was so faint, so tiny, only the well trained eye could behold it.
As they waited, Lynn came over with a mesh pack over her back. Inside was a good dozen or so rubber balls.
"Hey, Stinkoln, you still coming to the Y after school?"
Lynn had managed to snag a job as a personal trainer at the local YMCA after high school. And they loved her enough they got her to help coach a kickball team. Sure, the kids were young and couldn't get into it as fiercely as Lynn would like. But it was a step in the right direction for her. Not to mention, she got to train those kids up to face their problems like warriors. And that was pretty cool.
He nodded his head, "Yeah."
Lynn leaned closer, grinning as he looked away.
She dropped her bag and grabbed his head, running her knuckles over the peak of his head whilst laughing.
He yelled and fought her off.
Lucy just sat and stared at them with a pensive frown.
Luan had her head leaning out the car.
"Come on, we can't be late again or we'll get sacked!"
She pointed at Lynn's bag.
"Get it?"
She gave a pearly white smile, no longer hidden behind braces.
Lynn gave her brother a nudge in the arm and a wide grin.
"I'll see you later, bro."
As the car left, the twins came out of the house.
In the span of time it took from the porch to the sidewalk, the two had their hands folded over their chests and their eyes glaring at one another.
"Stop looking at me," Lana growled.
"You stop looking first," crowed Lola right back.
Lincoln sighed.
"What's wrong, girls?" he asked gently, and the two turned on him with hisses.
"Butt out of it, Lincoln!"
He put his hands up and stepped back.
"Ok, geez, fine."
Lucy just stood there, close to her brother and clutching her poetry book to her chest.
Always staring.
Ronnie Anne came back from her trance as a flash of orange sat down beside her.
She turned toward the newcomer and smirked, greeting him over the sounds of THUNDER! THUNDER!
"Hey, Lame-O, you doin' ok?"
Lincoln sat down beside her, heaving a sigh as his shoulders relaxed from the extra weight.
"Yeah, just- hah- just carrying Lucy's books."
RA hummed as she turned her eyes toward the front, where a lonely black haired girl sat by herself with her head in a book.
"Was she bullied again?"
Her brows pinched together, she turned back to him, as he nodded the affirmative.
That'd been a recurring problem. And the way she saw her best friend worry over his sister-
It irritated her. He shouldn't have to worry about it.
Why bother the girl anyway?
How insecure does a loser have to be to pick on a young girl that won't fight back?
"Do you know who did it this time?" she nearly growled.
Linc sighed, reluctant to get her involved.
Again.
"Not really, but knowing the odds..."
RA turned on him with an angry scowl.
"So it was Chandler again? Why don't he go take a dive in shit instead."
Linc sighed, reaching his hand over to hers; stroking the back of her palm.
"It'll be ok. We'll figure something out. I'm the-"
"-man with the plan. Yeah, I know. And that's why you're my Lame-O."
She stuck her tongue out.
"Nur."
His brow raised at her show of immaturity, but she merely responded by flicking his nose.
The twins chose that exact moment to lean over the back of the seat directly in front of them, and immediately started making gagging noises.
"Ewww," Lola called out. "Gross, PDA!" She put her hands around her mouth like a megaphone. "PDA!"
Lana laughed as she put her pointer fingers in the air, shaking them side to side.
"Ronnie and Linc, sitting in a tree-"
"Louds!" yelled the bus driver, "Sit down, this is your last warning."
The twins sat down, giggling.
Linc scratched the back of his neck.
"Heh, sorry about that. You know how they can be..." he trailed off.
RA had a faint blush as she turned to look out the window, letting her mind drift back into the realm of AC/DC's poetic music.
Unless there's money in her hand, and she's calling all the shots. She's got you by the balls!
Unknown to either of them, her hand had turned upside down.
And their fingers twined together.
Not parting until the bus pulled into the lot, and it was time to get up and go.
Out on the sidewalk, Linc and RA were standing side by side, slightly angled toward each other.
He looked at her, and she looked at him.
"I'll see you for second period math?"
She nodded, and her stupid bang fell from her ear, blocking her view of Lincoln-
And also getting in her eye.
She growled and swatted it away, but it only came back and got in her other eye in revenge.
Lincoln laughed and tucked it behind her ear with a gentle hand.
He leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek, near enough to the corner of her mouth that it might as well have been considered a real kiss.
Her cheeks burned just a little hotter, even tho she didn't notice the difference.
He was always so warm, you know?
He turned and walked inside, and she stood there with a goofy smile on her face.
She watched as a tall dark skinned guy stood there in a polo and glasses, waiting up for Linc.
The two greeted each other like the twin nerds they were, then went inside.
And she just waited, almost in a trance, as she watched her best friend walk away.
Suddenly her shoulder was bumped, and she came to.
Turning to look at a girl with stunningly blue eyes, and this long braid of soft chestnut hair.
"Oh, hey GJ, what's up?"
Girl Jordan ignored the question and gave her friend a smirk.
"Staring at Lincoln again, love bird?"
She winked with one eye, stuck her tongue out, and pointed finger guns at the back of a Lame-O.
"Pew pew," she fired away. "How long until you finally sink your claws into Loud?"
RA gave GJ a deadpan glare, put a hand on her face, and pushed her away.
Turning away, and walking toward the door, she called over her shoulder.
"We're just friends, GJ, why can't you believe that?"
"Uh huh," GJ slurred with a saucy tone. "And what was that kiss just now?"
She hurried in front, turned around, and walked backward; giving Ronnie Anne a suggestive wiggle of the eyebrows.
RA said nothing and just let the girl run right into a brick column.
"OW! Dang it!" she rubbed the back of her head as she spun around and sidled up beside her friend.
The Latina teen just smirked.
"Nothing, GJ. He always kisses me every morning. It's our thing."
The pain starting to fade away, the two stepped inside the main lobby and walked down a long hall.
They passed a gaggle of giggling girls, and GJ chose that moment to nudge her friend again.
Pointing at the eye of the storm, "I heard Stella's got her eye on our boy."
RA humphed.
"Linc wouldn't go after that skank ass hoe."
GJ cocked an eyebrow.
RA took the bait.
"He'd go for someone better than her, and you know it."
GJ cocked both eyebrows.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
GJ gave up with a sigh.
"You really are clueless, aren't you?"
RA just put her hand on her friend's face, right on her nose, and shoved her into a passing group of students.
"Oops," she called as she ducked around a corner and hurried to homerun.
Every time he had plans after school, the day dragged along slower than usual.
Lincoln was prepared to swear on it.
His normal teach usually gave them riddles and puzzles to do before they went on to first period, but not today.
The poor guy came down with the flu, so his sub was this stiff backed, suit wearing man that decided to make them write a few paragraphs on what they hope to learn in their senior year.
Ugh.
Like, legit, they just want to graduate.
After twelve years, they were done with school.
But even in a ridiculous situation, he still found it easy to make up some classic cock and bull to pacify the sub. Being an amateur fanfic writer for Ace Savvy on the side had its perks at times.
Not that anyone else knew that, by the way.
So keep it on the down low.
RA knew, of course, and she teased him about it relentlessly.
Speaking of which-
It was finally nearing the end of the day.
It was final period, and the two shared history together.
Which meant they mostly just sat in the back and passed notes together whilst the teacher droned on and on about contemporary happenings.
Stuff they learn by watching the news when they were younger, which they did, so the class was mostly irrelevant, but-
He shut up as a fresh triangle-folded note hit him square in the cheek.
It fell onto his lap, and he opened it up.
"Hey :p wanna get sodas after?"
He got hit by another note right afterward, and chuckled as he read it, too.
"Forgot to write 'Lame-O,' Lame-O xoxo"
He turned his face toward her, and was just about to nod his head when he remembered he already promised Lynn he'd help her out at the Y after school.
RA saw his frown, and her heart sunk. Sigh.
She watched as he turned her note over, wrote his own piece, folded it up and launched it over to her desk.
She opened it and frowned, too.
"Can't, helping Lynn with kickball."
Hmm.
She didn't look back at him, but he saw her writing something underneath his sentence.
He blinked as the note socked him between the eyes.
Dang, she had good aim.
"Need help playing with your balls Lame-O? ;p"
The boy blushed, but stuck his tongue out at her anyway.
Pass.
"If you think you can handle them~"
She didn't even reply.
She just looked at him with a cocked eyebrow and a wide smirk, and naturally lidded eyes.
He couldn't hold her gaze without his blush intensifying.
He looked back up front.
And he felt another note jab him in the neck.
He looked down and opened it on his lap.
"I bet I could"
Smack.
"Lame-O"
He was just about to write down a reply when another one hit him in the ear, and he opened it as well.
"I'll meet you under the flag 3"
He felt his heart skip at that. Not really sure why. Probably because it was rare for his best friend to scribble down a little heart beside her notes to him. Or he had indigestion from the poor lunchroom slop they served that day.
Either way, he did what he did every time she gave him a heart.
He held it to his chest and hugged it with his hands.
He could hear her chuckling to herself, muttering names and her complete and utter disappointment in him.
But he knew that if he turned to look at her, she'd have that same little grin on her face that she had every time he kissed her cheek.
And he took her little jabs like a champ, knowing soon enough he could easily get her back.
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