Capítulo 109: 109. Ch 109- Celebrate!
(A/N: sorry this chapter took so long for me to finish. Basically, it's been a rough week or so here, so I needed to take some time to decompress. Thank you all for being patient with me. Also, the lyrics featured are original.
Thank you all for reading, Merry Christmas and enjoy!)
Another day was underway, and Lincoln was sat on his chair in his room, tying the laces to his Chelsea boots. After making sure they were tied correctly, he got up and dusted off his grey jeans, then looked in the mirror to check his western shirt was buttoned up correctly. Once he was certain that his clothes were right and that he looked presentable, he then looked at his hair and face, which was when he saw the door open in the reflection, smirking as he saw who it was. "So much for knocking, huh, Lynn?" he joked, turning to his sister. "What's up? I thought you'd be on your way to roller derby by now."
"Yeah, I'm going in a couple of minutes," she explained. "Still, since Jordan's place is on the way, figured I'd walk with you. That's cool, right?"
"Sure, you can walk with me, but I'm not running. After yesterday, I wouldn't mind taking it easier today."
"Whatever you say. So," she eyed her brother up and down, "going with the outfit Leni made for you, huh?"
"Well, we're celebrating, so I thought, 'why not?'" He then noticed the smirk she had on her face, making him narrow his eyes slightly. "Don't even think about it."
She held her arms up defensively. "Hey, I'm not doing anything. You're the one who's dressing up nice for their 'friend'."
He rolled his eyes at her, knowing fully well what she was suggesting. "Guess some things never change…"
Sniggering at his mutterings, she walked over to her brother and put an arm around his shoulders. "Oh, come on, bro. You know I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable or anything."
"No, you just have a talent for it."
She gave a fake gasp, placing a hand over her chest. "How rude! I never!" Hearing him chuckle, she dropped the pretence of shock and smiled again. "Still, you know what I mean. Besides, with how much she was hugging you yesterday, you can't deny that she's looking forward to seeing you later."
"I guess…" He shyly looked away and scratched his cheek with his index finger, trying to hide his reddening cheeks. "Still, I don't want to get ahead of myself. We're hanging out to celebrate everything going well yesterday and for saving our hobby."
"Yeah, you're right. Good thing Pop Pop's war buddy showed up, huh?"
"You're telling me! It was really kind of him to do that. Hopefully this means we get to see him again, because I enjoyed getting to know him."
"I'm sure you will, Linc." With that, she took her arm away from his shoulders. "I need to go grab my stuff. Meet you downstairs in five?"
"Alright." So, his sister left the room, leaving the door open as she went down the landing and re-entered the room she shared with Lucy. 'Better make sure I have everything too.'
He reached over to his desk and grabbed his phone and wallet, then left his room. However, as he was about to reach the stairs, he saw the far right door open, with Luna stepping out and instantly looking to the boy. "Dude, there you are!" she called out. "You heading out?"
"In about five minutes," he responded. "Why?"
"I'm working on a song, and I need someone to have a listen. Think I could bend your ear? It'll only take a couple of minutes."
"Well…" He could see that Luna was pleading with him, and whenever his sisters pleaded with him, that always tended to end one way. Rather than fight it and risk being late, he merely sighed. "Go on then."
Giving a small cheer, she walked over and grabbed her brother's wrist, guiding him into her room. "Take a seat." He walked over to her desk chair and sat down, waiting as his sister grabbed her guitar and slipped the strap around her neck. "So, I've not gotten too far yet. I've got the main sound down, and the first verse and chorus are written. Just need to check if it's okay so far, you know?"
"I'm sure whatever you have will be great, Luna."
She couldn't help but grin at hearing this. "You've always been my biggest fan, Linc." He gave a shy smile, but didn't interrupt as the brunette took her pick in hand. "Okay, and a one! And a two! And a one, two, three, four!"
She began to play, her fingers moving effortlessly as she began a somewhat easy going yet still noticeably rock riff. The music made Lincoln smile, his foot tapping on the floor and his hand tapping on his thigh, before she began to sing:
"Limbered up, ready to rock
The crowd is filing in, ticking down the clock
Ready for, any fall
If I fall, I'll rise again and face it all
The time has come, to steal the show
Ready to show them everything I know
So stand back, I'm coming in
It's time for me to do my thing
I know that everybody's watching what I do
But when I face the crowd, all I see is you
Oh I'm ready to fly
To vault myself to newer heights and fly
To leap and bound until I reach the sky
You make me feel like I could really fly
Oh I'm ready to fly"
With one final strum, she took her hand away from the guitar and letting the music fade out. She then looked to her brother, who stared at her aghast. "So, what do you think? Too much?"
"Are you kidding?! Luna, that was incredible!"
To further punctuate his point, he stood up and began to applaud, making her laugh as she gave a bow. "Thanks, bro. I'm glad you like it so much."
"Luna, I love it! Why would you think otherwise?"
"Well, I wanted to make sure it was good enough for the person I wrote it about."
"Trust me, Luna. Sam is going to love it." She didn't say anything, simply giving a bemused smile that made his smile fade, first in confusion before realisation hit him. "Wait… you mean me?"
"Course I do, dude! I've been on an inspiration trip since your showcase, and I wanted to find a way to show you. Like I said, you've always been my biggest fan, and as much fun as I had rocking out yesterday, it was more fun that I go to return the favour and see you do your thing." Taking her guitar off and depositing on her desk, she then out a hand on his shoulder. "You've got talent there, bro, and you've got passion too. I know you're only gonna get better from here."
In spite of all the praise his family and friends had been giving him since the showcase, he still felt his smile perk upon hearing Luna's kind words, so he stood from the chair and wrapped his arms around the rocker, who returned the affection in kind. "Thanks, Luna."
"No problem, Linc." They held each other for a few seconds before eventually letting go. "Now, go on, before Lynn gets impatient."
"Right. I'll see you when I get back."
"You got it. And, hey, say hi to Jordan for me!" Giving a nod, he left her room, leaving her to pick up her guitar and get back to practicing, though not without thinking, 'maybe that's not all he'll be saying to her.'
At her house, Jordan was making sure that everything was sat on the couch, her fingers drumming against her thigh as she waited for her friends to turn up. When she had arranged this with the others, they decided on making it a gaming party so that they could relax, now that the showcase was behind them. She had already picked out a few games that they could do, and she had also gotten the latest Maxblok games on her console, so they had plenty of options for what they could do.
'Hope they get here soon,' she wondered, turning when she heard her sister coming out of the kitchen, a soda can in her hand. "Jen, you didn't take any of the sodas, did you? Those are for later."
"Relax, I grabbed a root beer," she explained, showing the label. "I know you guys hate those."
"Yeah, because they're disgusting! It's like drinking dirt!"
The older girl scoffed, shaking her head. "Oh, ye of poor taste. So, when are your friends getting here?"
"Should be here any minute."
"Well, I'm just waiting on my friends to turn up and I'll be out of your hair." It was then that she noticed her sister's attire: rather than her usual top and skirt, she was wearing her ocean blue tunic shirt and black leggings, whilst still keeping her scarf and bow. "Look at you, all dressed up."
Jordan raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about? This is casual. Besides, I figured you'd be happy that I was wearing the clothes you made me."
"Yeah, I am, but I've only seen you wear that a couple of times since the fashion show, and those were special occasions, which means you're treating this as a special occasion… unless, of course," her smile turned into a Cheshire grin, "you're wearing that for someone special."
It didn't take a genius to figure out what she was referring to, her younger sister blushing mildly out of embarrassment. "I'm starting to wish I hadn't told you that."
"Oh, come on sis," Jen retorted as she leaned over the couch and hugged her sister. "I just think it would be so cute if—"
"JEN!"
"Okay! Okay! Take it easy, Jordan. You know I'm not trying to make this harder for you, right? "
"Yeah, I know you're not. Look, all we're doing is hanging out with the others, and having a good time, okay?"
"And that's fine. After yesterday, you guys deserve a chance to relax." She then loosened the hug so she could look her sister in the eye. "Just remember what I told you, okay?"
"Alright."
They then heard a car horn, and one look out of the front window allowed Jen to see a green car, with three high school aged girls waving at the house. "That's them." With that, she let go of Jordan and began to make her leave. "I'll see you later, sis."
"See you." The front door opened and closed, and Jordan watched as her sister walked over to the car, exchanging pleasantries for a few seconds before she got in and they drove off. Jordan gave a small sigh as she looked around the room, trying to think of something to do while she waited. Her mind drifted back to what her sister was trying to tell her, but she quickly shook her head to suppress that thought. 'Come on, Jordan, stop overthinking this.'
She was brought out of her thoughts by a knock at the door, slightly startling her. Once she realised what it was, she stood up again and walked over to the door. Upon opening it, she smiled at the arrival. "Hey, Mollie."
"Hey, Jordan," the brunette greeted back, walking in when her friend allowed her to. Looking around the living room, she saw that it was empty. "So, no one else is here yet, huh?"
"Nah, but that's fine. You're early."
"Well, excuse me! Next time, I'll be slower!" Jordan laughed at her friend's sarcasm, joining her on the couch. "So, you waiting for Lincoln?"
"Well, yeah, but not just him, obviously."
"No, of course. Just couldn't help but notice that… well, you know."
"Know what?" Rather than answer verbally, Mollie made a small gesture with her head to the Rosato girl, making her frown when she realised what she was saying. "Seriously?! First Jen, now you? Why does this outfit make people think that—"
"Hey, hey, take it easy!" Mollie interrupted, holding her hands up defensively. "I'm sorry, okay? Didn't mean to upset you."
"Yeah, I…" After a second, she sighed, realising that she was getting worked up. "I know. Sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you."
"Don't worry about it. Still, you know he's going to notice, right? He's probably going to tell you he likes it too." This was the comment that earned her a pillow to the face. She was momentarily disoriented by the hit, but she quickly recovered to see the faux grumpy look on her Jordan's face. "Alright, alright! I'll shut up already!"
Turning her frown into a grin, Jordan put her pillow back down. "Good." They then heard another knock at the door, so Jordan stood up and answered it once more, his time seeing Joy, Kat, Sadie and Artie on the other side. "Hey, guys! Come on in!"
The others all greeted her back as they went in, joining Mollie in the living room. Once she realised who was missing, Joy grinned. "Looks like Lincoln's not here yet."
"Here we go again," Kat muttered, to which Sadie nodded.
"Joy, it's not like he's the first one to joke about you being late," the long haired girl pointed out.
"Yeah, we've been doing that for year's," Artie added, getting the girls to chuckle.
"Well, none of you ever let me off on it, so I'm not letting him off either!"
"You really know how to hold a grudge, don't you?" Jordan remarked, shaking her head at the shorter girl's indignant look. "Whatever." The door was knocked upon once again, so Jordan went to open it. Seeing the boy on the other side, she gave a small grin. "Speak of the devil."
"Yeah, I know," he admitted as he stepped into the house, "sorry I'm late. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to bring anything, so I was going to bring a bag of chips, but one of my sister's got to it before me. I had to pop by Flip's on the way here."
"Oh, come on!" Joy blurted out, causing the others to give her sideward glances. "What? I'm not going to have a go at guy who brings us food, am I?"
Giving a chuckle, he handed the chips to Jordan, which was when he noticed something. "I guess we both had the same idea, huh?"
"Huh?" She then took notice of his own attire, her smile perking up. "Oh! Great minds think alike, huh?"
They both shared a small laugh, with Jordan doing her best to ignore the knowing looks her friends gave each other. "Well, sit down and we can get started." He nodded, before they both joined the group. Jordan put the bag of chips down on the coffee table, then sat down next to Lincoln on the other couch. "So, I wasn't sure what you guys would want to do, so I got out a selection." She gestured to the pile of games, then to the TV. "I also have the new Maxblok game pack, so if you want to do one of those, we can."
"As long as we avoid Cartel," Artie quickly spoke up. "It takes ages, and you know Kat's gonna be the one to start a fight."
"No I'm not!" the raven haired girl argued. "It's not my fault if the game sucks!" No one hesitated to laugh, knowing well and good that she was lying. She merely crossed her arms and pouted, grumbling, "whatever."
"Don't worry, I didn't get that out," Jordan clarified. "Besides that, it only does six players."
As the others started saying suggestions, Lincoln looked over to the pile of games and spotted a smaller red box at the top of the pile. "What's that one?"
"Hmm?" Following his pointing finger, she saw the box and picked it up, allowing him to see the picture of a dinosaur and the words Dino-Mite. "This is something Jen got me for Christmas."
"I don't think I've ever heard of that game," Mollie said as she peered at the box.
"Me neither," Sadie added, with the others either agreeing or shaking their heads.
"Well, then why don't we try this one first, and go from there?"
Everyone in agreement, they began to play the game. According to the rules, they each played and drew cards with cartoon dinosaurs on them, exchanging them amongst each other. The way to win was to outlast your opponents and avoid drawing a Dino-Mite card, which they could block with an Extinction card. Because it was a game for four people, but each game only lasted about ten minutes, they played it in rounds with the winner carrying on. Lincoln managed to win three games in a row, whereas Joy was the first one to be eliminated on two occasions, claiming the second time that Jordan had shuffled them in his favour, earning her a mild glare from Lincoln and Jordan and laughter from the others.
After four rounds of this, they played a couple more games together before ordering for pizza. With the sodas that Jordan had set aside, everyone took the opportunity to dig into their celebratory meal, not a single slice of the cheesy and meaty treat going to waste. It was a satisfying meal that made them want to sit down and relax thereafter, so rather than get out another game, Lincoln suggested they do some of the Maxblok games instead. Everyone agreed, returning to the couch and getting out their phones to play some of the games together. Artie won the first game, which involved them answering trivia questions to avoid being 'killed' in a hotel, and Lincoln won the next one, which was a drawing game.
They were going to play a third game, but Artie got a text from his dad, letting him know that he had arrived. After saying goodbye to his friends and letting them open the door for him, he hobbled his way towards his dad's car, in which he was driven away. One by one, the others also began to leave the Rosato house— first Kat, then Joy, and then Sadie. Not long after that, Mollie felt her phone vibrate, prompting her to look at the message she had received.
"That's my mom," she told her friends. "She's around the corner." With that, she stood from the couch. "I'd better go outside to wait for her."
"Okay," Jordan replied, getting up as well. "I'll see you at school."
"You know it." She then stepped forward to hug her friend, developing a grin as she whispered, "if anything happens, you'd better tell me."
"Sh-shut up," Jordan whispered back, her friend chuckling as they pulled out of the hug, allowing her to turn and hide her blush.
Rather than call attention to it, Mollie turned to the boy, who had also stood up. "See you at school, Lincoln."
"You too, Mollie." With that, the medium haired girl headed to the front door and stepped out of the house. After the door shut, Lincoln turned to Jordan and remarked, "so, just us left, huh?"
She gave a soft chuckle. "Seems that way."
They both sat back down on the couch, maybe a foot between them. Neither seemed quite sure what to say next, a small amount of awkwardness building between them. They stared down at their laps, trying to figure out the words they wanted to say, and then they looked to each other. "So—" They caught themselves when they realised that they were speaking at the same time. "Oh, no you can— no, you go— no, you go." They began laughing at this, before Jordan took the initiative to speak again. "You go first, Lincoln."
"You sure?" She nodded. "Well, I was just going to say that this was a great party. I had fun."
"I'm glad to hear that. It's good that we get a chance to relax before… well, whatever comes tomorrow."
"Yeah, you're right. I mean, I wouldn't mind some people praising it, but I don't want everyone making a big thing about it now." Judging by her giggle, which made his smile perk up a little, she agreed with him. "So, what were you going to say?"
"Oh, I was just going to say that… well, I was glad you came today." Her cheeks began to flush again as she added, "o-obviously, I was glad everyone could come, but… w-well, it wouldn't have been fun without you."
Though his cheeks were also turning red, Lincoln felt his smile grow again. "Th-Thanks… I-I definitely think it wouldn't have been as fun without you, either… a-and not just because it's your house." In spite of her shyness, Jordan burst out laughing at his joke, once again adding to his smile. From his perspective, she seemed to be glowing, making his heart beat just that little bit faster. 'Should I… maybe…' Before he could complete that thought, the kids heard a phone beep. Reaching into his pocket, Lincoln pulled out his phone and read the message he had received, making him sigh. 'Guess not.'
"Is that your sisters?" Jordan asked, a hint of disappointment in her voice.
"No, it's Dad. He's just left work, and he'll be here in a couple of minutes."
"Oh…" There was a part of her that wondered why she was upset to hear this, but she knew deep down why. "Well, uh, I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then."
"Right." Neither of them said anything for a couple of seconds, until they both stood up and hugged each other. It was a hug that felt slightly different to the two kids, one that was warm in a way that made them not want to let go, but they eventually did after a few seconds. Lincoln gave the girl a small smile and told her, "I, uh, guess I'll talk to you later?"
"Okay." With a nod, he began to walk away, waving back to her. She waved back and watched the white haired boy as he approached the front door, but her smile faded into confusion as he stopped right before it. "Lincoln? You okay?"
"Yeah…" He turned back around, a hint of determination in his eyes as he looked back to her. "Yeah, I'm okay, I just… remembered I needed to tell you something." He walked back over to her, stopping right in front of her so he could look her in the eye, their gazes immediately meeting. "These past few months, there's something that you taught me: that, whenever you have something important to say, you shouldn't leave it too long."
'Is he…' She didn't even dare to finish that thought, not wanting her hopes to be crushed. "Linc… what are you saying?"
In a bold move on his part, he reached out and took her hand in his, gently stroking the back of it with his thumb. Giving a small gasp, she looked down at their hands, then back to his face, just in time to hear him say, "I like you."
Her jaw slowly dropped. 'He… he just…' She didn't know what to say at first, her brain still processing the revelation. In fact, she could have stayed there, had her legs not suddenly felt like jelly. "Woah!"
She began to sway towards the couch, only for Lincoln to catch her. "You okay?" he asked, the concern clear in his voice. She nodded, trying not to draw attention to the redness in her cheeks. "Here, let's sit down."
"Thanks." She and Lincoln sat down together, the latter still holding her hand. "So, um… wow… when did… when did you… uh…"
Sensing what she was trying to say, he answered her. "I fully realised it just after Christmas, but… I think I was starting to realise it sometime before Thanksgiving." Her eyes widened even more than they already had, making him give a small laugh. "Yeah, I probably should have realised it sooner. Since I'm being honest with you, I'll admit that… had we not heard that they were going to shut down gymnastics practice, I would have told you then."
"Really?!" Hearing how shrill her voice sounded when she said this, she put a hand to her mouth and cleared her throat, her blush intensifying out of embarrassment. "I mean… really?" He nodded. "Wow… I… I never knew…"
"Well, I didn't want to bring it up while we were working on the showcase. We already had enough to worry about, I didn't want to add to that for you."
"No, I get that, and I appreciate it. I just… didn't think you liked me that way."
"How come?"
"Well…" Looking away from the boy, she gave a scoff. "Forget it. I'm gonna sound crazy."
"What are you talking about?" He leaned towards her enough to catch sight of her face again, giving a reassuring smile that she saw out of the corner of her eyes. "Please?"
Hearing his pleading voice, she couldn't help but smile as she looked to him again. "Well… I never thought I would be the kind of girl that... you liked." His lips parted in shock, making her eyes look down slightly. "See? I knew it would sound crazy."
"No, it's not crazy. I'm just… surprised you don't think you're as amazing as I do."
Again, she gave a small gasp, looking up to meet his gaze once more. "You think I'm amazing?"
He nodded with sincerity. "I do, because you are. You're fun and you're kind and you're smart…" It was his turn to blush as he added, "n-not to mention, you're b-beautiful." His blush paled in comparison to hers, her face practically full on red, but she let him finish what he was saying. "Above all else, I just… I've grown to really like being around you, because… I feel like I really connect with you. I honestly don't think there's anyone as amazing as you are."
For a few moments, Jordan found herself incapable of speaking— even if she could figure out what to say, it felt like she couldn't move, let alone do anything else. She hadn't expected Lincoln to tell her such kind words, such moving words, such… heartwarming, undoubtedly honest, and frankly world changing words. It was so much to take in that she didn't know how long passed after he spoke them. It wasn't until she felt his hand start to leave hers that she moved, turning her head to see his smile had faded, a look on his face that made her worry she had upset him. Quickly, she took his hand again and used her other hand to hold it as well, turning her body to face his. He lifted his head again to see her smiling warmly at him.
"Lincoln," she started slowly, making sure not to say the wrong thing. "Thank you… it means a lot that you feel like that, and I'm so glad you told me. I'm… also glad that you didn't tell me before." Lincoln nodded, his head dipping in disappointment, but she didn't let him interrupt. "Had you told me then, I… I don't know what I would have said."
"I… I get it," he told her, giving a small gulp. "I-It's okay. I-I mean, I don't know why I thought that—"
"Lincoln, look at me." Obliging, he met her gaze once more, seeing that tears were beginning to brim in her eyes. "I don't know what I would have said… because I wasn't aware then of how I felt about you… like how you feel about me."
His eyes slowly widened, the realisation of what she meant sinking in. "You… you mean…" She nodded, not needing to hear the rest of that sentence. "Wow… I, uh… when did…"
"I think it started sometime after Halloween, but I only fully realised a few weeks ago. Do you remember when you stood up for me from that jerk Markus?" He nodded, not happy to hear that name again but more than willing to move past it. "The way you cared for me that day, apologising even though I told you it wasn't your fault, walking me home even after all you had suffered… it made me feel special. It made me realise how special you are to me, and… and that I like you too." She could see a couple of tears beginning to brim in his eyes, whilst her own tears were on the verge of streaking down her face, making her sniffle to hold them back. "Lincoln, you are the smartest, funniest and most inspiring boy I know. You never fail to make me smile, especially when you smile at me. You're caring and charming and… a-and handsome." Their cheeks became redder than they ever could have imagined. "But above all else, you're someone who makes me feel like everything will be okay, no matter what."
It was Lincoln's turn to be stunned into silence— even though this was what he had been hoping to hear, he hadn't been able to fathom that she would say such words about him. It was a dream come true, and he didn't care who might have been listening or watching— he was over the moon. He only moved again when he saw a tear rolling down her cheek. Using his free hand, he put it against her cheek and wiped it away with his thumb, making her giggle. "Thanks," she told him.
"No problem," he replied, chuckling. "So… if I like you, and you like me… then would you like to… maybe… give this a shot?"
She nodded. "I'd love to."
"Great!" Like Jordan before, he attempted to cover up the shrillness of his exclamation by clearing his throat, the girl giggling in response. "I mean, that's great. How does Wednesday sound? We could go catch a movie or something after school."
"It's a date." They were then alerted by the sound of a car horn outside of the house, which one look through the window told them came from Vanzilla. "Guess that's our time."
"Guess so."
"I'll walk you out." So, they both stood up and walked over to the front door. "So, I'll see you at school, Lincoln."
"I'll see you there, Jordan." He reached out for the door handle, only for her to take his hand in her own. Confused, he turned to her to ask why she had done that, only to be answered by the girl reaching up to kiss him on the cheek. He blinked in shock, making her giggle, then smiled and returned the affection to more giggles. "See you soon."
"You too." He finally opened the door and began to walk away, both waving to each other as he headed over to the van and got in. Jordan continued to wave until the van finally drove out of sight, after which she finally closed the door. She said nothing as she walked back to the couch, picking up the pillow and looking at it for a moment, then giving a slight squeal as she collapsed onto the couch and held the pillow against her chest. The size of the smile on her face showed that she was in pure bliss, a smile that was unknowingly shared by the boy riding in the van back home. Though neither of them knew what the future would hold, they were eager to face it together.
THE END
(A/N: wait, you're still here? It's over, go home. Well, most of you are probably reading this at home, but still.
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