User blog:Thomperfan/Loud, Heartwarming and Random- Lynn

(It starts with me and Lynn racing. Lynn has her bike and I have my scooter.)

Me: I’m gonna beat you, Lynn!

Lynn: Oh, no you’re not!

(Lynn starts to overtake me, but then hits a rock and then falls off her bike and into some bushes)

Me: (gasps) Lynn! Lynn! Are you OK?!

(I run up to see if she’s okay)

Lynn: Uh, I think so. OW! My knee! It hurts!

Me: Oh, no! You hurt your knee! (I pick her up) We’ve got to get you back to my place.

(I start carrying her back with my scooter and her bike. Cuts to back at my house, where I’m healing Lynn’s knee. I grab a band aid, put it on Lynn’s knee and kiss it.)

Me: There. Feeling better?

Lynn: Yeah, a little bit. Thanks, Nolan.

Me: Don’t mention it. Hey, wanna play catch in the backyard?

Lynn: Sure, that’d be awesome!

(Cuts to me and Lynn playing catch in the backyard)

Lynn: Hey, Nolan?

Me: Yeah, Lynn?

Lynn: Can I ask you a question?

Me: Sure, what is it?

Lynn: What IS it like having a big brother. I’ve always wondered what having one of those would be like. When Lincoln was born, I was so glad I got a brother. But I was also a little disappointed that I never got a big one.

Me: Well Lynn, from my experience with Sophia, and helping Lincoln with Lucy, the twins, Lisa and Lily, and also from my interactions with Lori, I can safely say, that having a big brother is not that much different from being a big sister. We both love our little siblings very much and are always happy to look out for them. And remember, you DO have a big brother: Me. Well, not literally, since Miss Rita didn’t give birth to me, but I’m just as good as any blood relative.

Lynn: You know, you’re right Nolan. You ARE just as good as any blood relative.

(The 2 of us hug it out. Later, the two of us are getting ready for bed. I invited Lynn to stay over for the night. It’s also raining outside.)

Me: Jeez, it’s really pouring outside.

(just then, thunder crashes, and Lynn yelps.)

Me: Lynn, what’s wrong? Oh, it’s your fear of thunderstorms isn’t it?

Lynn: What?! No! I’m not scared anymore!

(the thunder strikes again, and Lynn screams and gets behind me.)

Lynn: (quietly) OK, maybe a little bit scared.

Me: (giggles) Come on, Lynn. Let’s go upstairs I’ll comfort you.

Lynn: OK, that sounds nice.

(the 2 of us go upstairs to my room. Cuts to us in my bed. Lynn is still shaky. Thunder strikes and Lynn clings tightly on to me.)

Me: It’s ok, Lynn. Your big brother will protect you from the mean, nasty storm.

Lynn: I love you, big bro.

Me: I love you too, little sis. Now, shhhhhhhh.

(And with that, me and Lynn slowly fall asleep)