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The Fool Devoted to Love	By : AberrantScript Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 1943 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: The Loud House Copyright Nickelodeon (2017)
Chapter 2: The Fool's Bravery
For several months, things went great for the new couple.
Lincoln was one of those waiting-for-marriage types, a deeply religious and moral belief that he held close to his heart. Fortunately, for his sanity (and sexual purity~) Jen was of the same mind.
She was a beautiful thing. Don't get him wrong, she had curves in the most delicious of places, which grew in definition as she moved closer to full adulthood. Her long, dark, silky hair was almost always in a ponytail, and always hanging on her shoulder. Her curly hair almost always laid across one of her breasts, and Lincoln wished he could say he had the strength not to look at her in that way… but he wasn't a liar. He totally looked… and he totally enjoyed it… and he totally felt bad and prayed for forgiveness later on.
It was a dangerous cycle that had him growing steadily more tempted with each passing month (let alone weekly meeting), but it really made him look forward to that honeymoon in the hopefully not-too-distant future~
And she seemed to be similarly interested in him. Always wanting to hold his hand and cling to his arm. Always wanting to take walks with him and pray together. She considered it practicing for becoming a godly, married couple together.
Lincoln fully approved of that sentiment.
But then, after being together for around five wonderful months, Lincoln brought up the topic of meeting the girl's parents. Oh, he'd known of them for a long while. Living out in the woods, it's not like there's a lot of people to keep track of and keeping secrets is about as hard as hiding the last slice of apple pie in the kitchen… or stuffing a camel through the eye of a needle… or learning to play a violin without sounding like one of those cats that sing on the fence like they're being brutally strangled to death.
Another downside is the fact that Lincoln was related to just about any random person he met in his daily life. Finding someone you can marry was hard work (haha!), but not impossible.
But that still begged the question of why Lincoln hadn't met her parents before. He was honestly stumped. He'd been to her church before, and he'd seen her at school outings, but there was never any sign of her parents.
Jen, however, wasn't open to the idea.
"You don't want to meet my dad," she'd say every time he asked.
"Oh, how bad could he be? Would he send dogs after me? Shoot me?" he jokingly reply.
"Yes," she'd answer with a tremor in her voice.
Her father did own dogs; he did own a gun.
But, none of that mattered to Lincoln. To him, the definition of love is being willing to face anything for the one(s) you love.
He was afraid plum outta his mind; don't get him wrong. And, honestly considering the region he lived in, he could very well die over this girl… But he'd prove his love for, and to, her.
She tried to talk him out of it; saying that her father wasn't a friendly type. That he liked alcohol a bit too much… liked drugs a bit too much… liked abuse a bit too much…
But Lincoln was a foolishly brave idiot.
What was the point in telling a girl you loved her… that you'd marry her and die for her… if you didn't have the backbone to prove it?
So, as Lincoln pulled up to the front of the driveway, fenced and gated off from the public… complete with no trespassing signs on multiple trees… he felt fear pumping through his heart in ice-cold blood cells.
He was praying to God and making things right as he approached the gate.
When he reached a hand out to touch it, the vicious chorus of a pack of dogs filled the hollow.
He stared blankly, his body trembling in paralyzing fear, as they crashed into the fence and pawed at the ground around the edges and snarled in his face with foaming mouths.
He gulped thickly, feeling the urge to reach a hand to his wrist and scratch a dreaded itch until his skin bled on his clothes… but he restrained himself and waited.
And, there, in the distance… came an angel of beauty… as Jen clumsily walked down the long driveway with an awkward smile and raised shoulders.
She was embarrassed at the way their family pets had greeted him.
But still, she didn't offer for him to enter.
Lincoln smiled reassuringly, "It's ok, J-J-Jen. Th-they're ok."
No, they were definitely not ok! But that's what you do… you reassure your loved ones during a difficult situation.
But then, the most curious thing happened.
Jen sighed with a heavy frown as she looked back at the house and then at her boyfriend.
"I'm sorry, Lincoln, but daddy doesn't want to see you."
Her words struck his heart like a crossbow's bolt, and the only thing that kept him from stumbling backwards into the ditch was the sheer strength of his will.
"U-um… o-ok? S-so… when would be a good time to meet him?"
Rule no. 1 when dating a girl in the rural parts of America… always defer to her parents.
Jen sighed again.
"Um, never?"
Lincoln clenched his hands unconsciously, feeling a sudden panic seize his heart. His eyes turned to the windows quickly, briefly searching for a glint of light… a reflective glow off something long, round, and metal.
"S-s-so, I-I g-guess I'm con-fused."
He looked at the ground when he heard her sigh again. He knew it was coming. It was gonna hit him like a wall of bricks and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
"You're not going to meet him because he doesn't want us to be dating. He doesn't want you on his property either… or talking to me."
He looked up at her, and their eyes met with electrifying understanding.
He swallowed thickly as the message was taken all the way into his heart and he stepped away from the fence.
She turned to walk away from him and their future, but paused when he called out to her.
Call him a fool. Call him an idiot. Call him any blasphemous curse you can think of… but he loved this girl, and he would love her until his dying days. It was a promise he'd made to her, to himself, and to God. A promise that he wouldn't break.
"Jen?"
She turned, and for the first time Lincoln actually saw fear in her eyes as her body slowly quivered.
"I can't talk, Lincoln…"
She turned back away and hurried her steps.
But he wouldn't be silent.
"I'll wait for you. I'll pray for you. No matter how long it takes to convince him, I'll be here on the other side when he's ready."
He would never know how the tears fell from her eyes as her feet crashed against creek rock and chipped stone.
He'd never know how her parents asked her why the dogs were barking.
He'd never know that she told them, "It was nothing."
He'd never know that her parents had never even heard of Lincoln Loud a single day before in their lives.
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