User blog:TheMaximumMatt/Fanfiction - Nice to Beat You (Part 1)

Without further ado, enjoy part one of my third fanfiction!

[Episode begins with Lynn playing a simple game of basketball with her own basketball team. They are playing at a basketball court at the park. Lincoln and Clyde are watching from the bleachers on the side.]

Lynn: Think fast Rob!

[Lynn swipes the ball from Rob’s hand. Rob is dumbfounded as Lynn quickly dribbles the ball away from him and shoots the ball into the hoop]

Rob: (playfully) Oh, man! You always get me on that!

Lynn: They don’t call me the king of sports for nothing... er, queen of sports I should say.

Lincoln: Wooh! Alright Lynn!

Clyde: Man, your sister is fast! How does she do it?

Lincoln: I wish I knew that! (to the viewers) Me and Clyde have decided to take a break from our usual activities and watch our sister, Lynn, practice basketball. Trust me, Lynn is quite the master when it comes to sports.

[Cue montage of Lynn practicing certain sports:

Lynn, along with Lucy, win a game of tennis against Lola and Lana, who miss the ball

Lori loses to Lynn at golf after she hits a hole-in-one

Lincoln gets tackled by Lynn in a game of football

Lynn wins at a game of volleyball after Leni gets hit in the head by the volleyball Lynn: Uh, Leni you’re supposed to hit the ball, not flinch at it. Leni: It was coming right at me though… Lynn: (facepalms)

End of montage]

Lincoln: Seriously, Lynn can pretty much dominate any of us at any sport

Lynn: WOOH! 2 points for me! That’s game!

Clark: I have to admit, you are impossible to defeat.

Valerie: Seriously, we wouldn’t be anywhere without you on our team.

Lynn: Yeah, I am UNSTOPPABLE! (cheers crazily)

???: (laughs) Well, well, well… so we meet again Lynn.

[Suddenly, a mysterious figure appeared walking by Lynn. Lincoln had never seen this girl before. She had dark brown hair, wore a dark blue school uniform and black slip-ons with blue socks, and was followed by four other girls, each with their own styles of clothing. This new girl spoke with a very smug, posh tone]

Lynn: Oh, buzz off you! You’re not worth my time!

???: Oh dear sweet Lynn… always trying to make herself feel better. How absolutely… pathetic.

Lynn: (growls) Just ignore her Lynn…

???: Oh what’s that? Lynn isn’t responding, hmph, I guess it’s cause she knows I’m right.

Lynn: What are you even doing here? Did you just come just to insult me for no reason?

???: Not entirely… me and the girls here were simply walking by and we couldn’t help but notice you were practicing for the upcoming basketball tournament. I just wanted to let you know that there really is no point, since of course, you are going to lose against us…

Lynn: Oh how mature of you. Listen, mind your own business you jerks and just let us play.

Clark: Yeah, pick on someone your own size!

???: How cute, Lynn has to depend on her teammates to stand up for her, but fine. I’ll leave you girls…

Clark and Rob: (Angrily) Girls?!

???: Just wanted to warn you about your… basically confirmed loss at this point.

(This mysterious girl and the others laughed at Lynn and her team)

Lynn: (growls)

Rob: Lynn! Calm down! They’re just trying to get into your head!

Lynn: (furiously) Don’t tell me to calm down! Every time, I just want to play a simple game with you guys, they always have to come and spoil the moment just for the heck of it! And they ALWAYS GET AWAY WITH IT!

Rob: (worried) Lynn! Stop it! Let’s just take a few deep breaths and…

[Suddenly, Lynn was so enraged, she threw her basketball in anger, which hit against the pole of the basketball hoop and ended up hitting hard against Rob’s right leg. Rob screamed in pain. Everyone else, sans Lincoln and Clyde, who were absolutely speechless, gasped in unison.]

Lynn: (Worried) OH MY GOSH! ROB! Are you alright?!

Rob: Ow… I’m think I’m alright I- OW! OK no, I’m not alright! It really hurts!

Valerie: Oh man. I think your leg’s broken.

Lynn: (Gasp) Really?! Oh man! I’m so sorry Rob! It’s all my fault! It’s just she came along and started taunting me- I couldn’t control myself!

Rob: It’s alright Lynn… it’s not your fault. Ow… (tears up)

Clark: Well what are we doing just standing around?! Lynn, Tia, go get the kit!

Lynn: Alright! Let’s hurry, Tia!

[Tia nodded at Lynn and ran off to get the first aid kit from the bleachers]

Clyde: Did Lynn just break that kid’s leg?

[Lincoln couldn’t answer Clyde’s question. While he did feel bad for Rob and understands his pain, in less than an instant, Lincoln’s mind was flooded with so many questions. Who was this girl? What was her deal with Lynn? Why did Lynn get so angry over this one group of people? Is there anything he could do to help? And most importantly… why wasn’t anyone calling a doctor for Pete’s sake? I mean it’s common knowledge for anyone to get out their phones and call 911 in an emergency. It’s only three digits people! THREE!]

Lincoln: [to the writer] Seriously? A kid broke his leg! Not helping!

[You’re right, that was inappropriate of me. My apologies… ahem, now where was I? Oh yeah, Tia got out the kit and wrapped bandage around Rob’s leg. A doctor came as quickly as she could. Finally…]

Doctor: Oh dear, you poor kid! We have to get you to the hospital stat! (carries Rob to ambulance)

Lynn: Is he gonna be alright?!

Doctor: Oh, I hope so! We’re just going to look at it and give him a cast!

Rob: Don’t worry about my leg. I’m more worried about who’ll take my place.

Valerie: Oh, that’s right! Rob won’t be able to compete in the tournament then!

Rob: I guess we cant compete in the tournament then.

Lynn: No. I’m not letting those dirtbags win against us! We have to compete!

Rob: Don’t worry about me… Ow. I’ll be fine.

Doctor: Come on! Let’s hurry!

[Before the others could say anything, the ambulance drove off with Rob inside]

Lynn: Oh man. Poor Rob… what have I done? I’m such an idiot!

Valerie: It’s not your fault! You just let her get inside your head. Rob says he’ll be fine. If he wants us to find a new teammate, that’s what we’ll do for him.

Clark: And how are we going to find a new teammate?

Lynn: (Looks at Lincoln) I think I know just where to get one!

Lincoln: (Still reacting to what happened before) I… have so many questions right now.

[Lincoln wanted to ask Lynn about those guys, but there is a time and a place for everything, and this would not be the right moment. He saved his thoughts for later.]

Lynn: Hey, Lincoln! Since Rob… ahem, you know… how would you like to compete for Rob?

Lincoln: What?! Me?! In a tournament?! For basketball?! I can’t do that!

Lynn: Oh come on, it’s just basketball. What about you Clyde?

Clyde: Sorry, when is this tournament?

Lynn:. Three days from now actually!

Clyde: One, two… Oh, sorry guys. I have a mandatory appointment with Dr. Lopez on that day. I can’t go. You’re gonna have to go on your own Lincoln, but don’t worry I’ll be rooting for you at his office.

Lincoln: I’m sorry I just can’t. I-

Lynn: Don’t worry. I’ll help train you. The tournament isn’t until a long while. We’ll get plenty of time. Lincoln: You sure Lynn? What about Lana? She’s got the muscles and energy to play.

Lynn: Yeah, but Lana is way too short to play and I’m not sure if any of the older sisters would even play for me even if you paid them. Lincoln, you’re the only guy who’s the perfect height to play for the team and besides, if we win, think about the fame you’ll get.

Lincoln: [pauses and then gets excited at the thought of getting fame] Where do I start?!

Lynn: I thought you’d never ask. Well actually I knew you would ask but… never mind. Let me introduce you to the team. Guys, this is my brother, Lincoln.

[The team kindly greeted him, much to Lincoln’s enjoyment]

Clark: Sup’ Linc! Name’s Clark.

Valerie: Nice to meet you. I’m Valerie! And this is Tia!

[Tia gave Lincoln a smile and thumbs up, though she didn’t say anything]

Valerie: (whispers) She’s not the talkative type…

[Tia jokingly elbowed Valerie]

Lincoln: It’s nice to finally meet you guys. Lynn’s told me and the rest of the family a lot about you guys.

Clark: Did she say anything about my sick basketball skills?

Lynn: Oh you… so Lincoln, you ready for training?

Lincoln: Sure! How do we begin?

Valerie: We’ll start with something simple. How does dribbling sound?

Lincoln: That sounds simple (hops off bleachers)

Clyde: Alright, go Lincoln!

Lynn: So Lincoln, show us what you got. This should be easy.

Lincoln: Ok… (Lincoln throws the ball on the ground, but it ends up bouncing too high and lands of Lincoln’s head) OW! (falls to ground) How was that?

Clark: (worried) This might take a while…

[Tia worriedly nods in agreement]

Lynn: [Suddenly gets idea] That’s nothing a little training montage can’t fix! Hit it, Luna!

Luna: About time I appeared in this fanfic, dudes. One, two, three, four!

[Cue montage of Lincoln training in preparation for the basketball tournament:

Lincoln tries to bounce the basketball, but Lynn steals it from him

Lincoln tries shooting the hoops and fails miserably several times

Lynn, Clark, and Valerie throw the ball around “monkey-in-the-middle” style with Lincoln in the center

Lincoln tries to put laundry in a basket, but Lynn suggests throwing them in the basket as if it were a hoop. Lincoln starts getting the hang of it.

Lincoln tries getting out the doorway that Lynn is blocking off. He slips past her, as if it were an actual game.

Lynn throws paper airplane, which Lincoln has to catch. Lincoln manages to do so easily. Then she changes it up and throws basketballs, which are caught by Lincoln.

Lincoln practices dribbling by mirroring what Lynn does

Lincoln goes back to dribbling the basketball, only this time, he actually slips past everyone and throws the ball straight into the hoop.

Lincoln starts throwing the basketballs into the hoop.

Lincoln finally steals the ball from the monkey-in-the-middle game

End of montage]

Valerie: Alright, Lincoln! That was awesome!

Clark: Yeah, man! I’ve never seen anyone master basketball so quickly before!

Valerie: Seriously! In just two days, you’ve already been better than all of us combined… well, except for Lynn of course.

[Tia gives Lincoln a smile]

Lincoln: Thanks guys!

Lynn: Dad just texted me and says we gotta head home!

Lincoln: Alright see ya, guys!

[Lynn, Lincoln, and the others head home. Lincoln remembers that he needed to ask Lynn about something before, and now is a good chance to ask her.]

Lincoln: Hey, Lynn. I have a question.

Lynn: Yeah?

Lincoln: What was the deal with that girl who spoke to you yesterday? Who was she?

Lynn: [Lynn tried to keep her emotions to herself] I don’t like talking about it…

Lincoln: Come on, Lynn! I’m your brother! I’ll understand.

Lynn: No Lincoln! I really don’t think-

Lincoln: Please! You can trust me… right? I won’t tell anyone! You know that right?

Lynn: Well, I- I still don’t think- It’s just-… fine, since you’re one of us now… I’ll tell you when we get back home, but you’re not going to like it…

Lincoln: I’m sure I can handle it.

[Cut to Lynn and Lincoln heading home where Lynn takes out something from underneath her bed]

Lincoln: So what was it you were going to show me?

Lynn: This…

[Lynn hands her a picture. On it, it was the girl who was taunting Lynn from the other day, along with the gang she was with, all in front of a big trophy]

Lincoln: (points to the girl) Hey this is-

Lynn: Yeah, that’s the jerk who spoke to me! Mackenzie…

Lincoln: Why are you two such big rivals?

Lynn: The better question is what is her problem with me? (sigh) It started back when I was only 6 years old. We made to the playoffs and it was against Mackenzie’s team.

[Cut to a flashback where Lynn and her old softball team make it to the playoffs. It her team against Mackenzie’s team. Mackenzie happens to be the leader of the other team.]

Lynn: (narrating the story) It was 7-4, bottom inning, bases loaded. All I had to do, was strike Mackenzie out this one last time, and we would win it all.

Announcer: It all comes down to this folks! One more strike, and that’s the whole game. It’s gonna take a miracle for the Canaries to win this game.

Young Lynn: [Spits in ball for good luck and finally…]

Lynn: So, I was about to throw the ball...

[Young Lynn threw the ball and suddenly, everything goes to slow motion. The ball flies across the field and just when Mackenzie is about to hit the ball with her bat, the flashback abruptly stops]

Lincoln: Then what happened?

Lynn: …we lost.

Lincoln: What?! You lost?! What happened?!

[Cut back to flashback where young Mackenzie hits a grand slam. The softball flies into the audience and everyone starts cheering crazily and fireworks are blasted, celebrating the Canaries’ win. Young Lynn is absolutely speechless and was almost paralyzed by her huge loss.]

Announcer: And that’s the game folks! 7-8! The Canaries have won the playoffs for their first time ever, thus ending the winning streak for the Squirrels!

[Young Lynn looks down as she is ashamed for the loss]

Lynn: (Narrating the flashback) That was the most devastated I had ever been. I had never felt that way before in my life. And to top if off, this happened…

[Cuts to the Squirrels and Canaries lining up and giving each other the ending hi-5’s]

Young Lynn: (trying to start the conversation to get over the loss with Mackenzie) Hi. You must be Mackenzie. I’ve heard a lot about you… uh, that grand slam must have taken a lot out of you. It was nice to meet you…

Young Mackenzie: Well then… it was nice to beat you too.

Young Lynn: (confused) I’m sorry did you say meet or beat? Because I think-

Young Mackenzie: Oh, you know what I said. I hope you learn from this experience.

Young Lynn: Learn what?

Young Mackenzie: Learn that you stink at softball and never mess with my team like that again… (laughs to herself as she walks off)

Young Lynn: (confused) What?

[Young Lynn is again left speechless and walks off ashamed at herself. Cut back to present time]

Lincoln: (shocked and angered at the same time) She did what?!

Lynn: And ever since then, she’s been boasting about how good she is and wouldn’t stop bringing up how I lost that one playoff.

Lincoln: But you’ve won every other playoff. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the girl in the playoffs before.

Lynn: (slowly gets angrier) Exactly! I have no idea what that girl’s problem is. Ever since then, she has somehow entered every single sport I like just so she could beat.

Lincoln: So, I'm guessing they don't actually play basketball?

Lynn: NO! They were originally a softball team but it seems like they're playing against me at all my other sports just to make my life horrible! And you know what’s worse?! She always wins! Every time I verse her! They also keep sending me these pictures of her team with the playoffs trophy just so they can remind me of their win!

Lincoln: Oh come on! That’s so not fair! They really are jerks!

Lynn: I know! (gets furious) all doing it with her obnoxious, smug, PRETENTIOUS, FILTHY, SLIMY LITTLE “oooh-I’m-better-than-you-are-at-every-sport-because-of-some-dumb-playoffs-a-few-years-ago-and-I’m-never-going-to-give-you-a-happy-moment-in-your-life-or-leave-you-alone-why-don’t-you-just-quit-doing-what-you-love” ATTITUDE! (punches the wall, leaving a giant hole)

Lincoln: (suddenly scared) WOAH! Lynn! Calm down!

Lynn: (grabs Lincoln by his shirt DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN! DO YOU SEE WHY I DON’T LIKE TALKING ABOUT THAT GIRL? DO YOU NOT SEE HOW IT RUINS MY DAY BY EVEN MENTIONING HER?! (stops herself, realizing she lost her temper again)

Lincoln: Lynn! I’m sorry, but you’re scaring me!

Lynn: (Lets go of Lincoln) I-I’m sorry, Lincoln… I don’t know what got into me! I couldn't control myself again! It's just-... (sigh) Do you see why I don’t like talking about them?

Lincoln: Yes. So, this is why you’re so passionate about winning? It’s not just cause you want to have fun? Is it?

Lynn: (nods her head)

Lincoln: I’m sorry. I should’ve listened to you.

Lynn: It’s fine… At least you understand how I feel.

Lincoln: If they bug you so much, why do you keep this picture of them.

Lynn: …so I can remind myself of that I have to beat these girls and be the best. When I see these girls, they aren’t someone who I have to be as good as. I see people who I have to beat!

Lincoln: Oh, I see. Who are these other girls?

Lynn: (points on picture) The one you see in the pink usually is Patricia. She’s loud, obnoxious and rude. That’s Emma. I don’t care for her to be honest. She doesn’t seem interested in anything. The one’s in the back are Teri and Carol. I don’t know those two. They could disappear, and I wouldn’t notice.

Lincoln: Oh.

Lynn: Just don’t tell anyone I told you all of this… I really don’t want anyone to think I’m some softy or something.

Lincoln: (laughs a little) I won’t. It’ll be our thing.

Lynn: …Thanks. I think we should head for bed. We got one more day of training tomorrow! Let’s make it count!

Lincoln: Alright! See ya! (opens door to see the rest of the sisters in front of the doorway absolutely heartbroken)

Lincoln: Oh boy. I think it’s a bit late to keep it a secret now.

Lynn: Were you guys eavesdropping us?!

[The sisters nod their heads]

Luna: Dude, your story was major deep.

Lori: That is literally so sad!

Lana: This explains everything!

Lola: I’m sorry for ever getting mad at you about your gloating!

Lisa: I don’t normally let my emotions out like this, but… (whimpers) I feel your suffering.

Lynn: It’s not a big deal! I’m not-

Leni: Aw, it’s okay to be a softy in the inside Lynn. I know what will cheer you up! Group hug!

Lynn: No Leni! Please! I- (everyone sans Lincoln hugs Lynn) Oh boy… this might take a while Linc.

Lincoln: Do you want me to-?

Lynn: No, it’s fine. Just get some rest.

[Lincoln walks off to his room]

Lola: (while hugging Lynn) You better beat that pretentious dirtbag for Lynn, Lincoln!

Lynn: (frustrated) Guys! We really don’t need this right now!

Leni: It’s okay. We’re here for you.

Lynn: I just said- (sigh)

To be continued...

Trivia

 * The reasoning for the splitting of two parts is because:
 * One, because of my schedule goal, I wanted to get something out to you today and...
 * Two, I realized that this fanfiction was much longer than my usual fanfictions, so I thought splitting it into two would make sense.
 * After this fanfiction, you'll be seeing a lot more of some of the OC's introduced here