Lincoln laid lazily in Bobby's bed, his gaze on the ceiling, blank.

He had spent the last few days giving people information about the funeral to tell them to come, due to how big is family was and how many friends they have it certainly took a while, luckily he was helped by Ronnie and Bobby.

They didn't deserve to be dragged into this, but they insisted on helping him.

The people he met were saddened by their deaths but wishes a good and long prosperous life to him, while the worse ones just acted distant from him.

Eventually they finished and now in a few more days the funeral will be held.

He honestly didn't what to do with his life now, he still didn't went back to school given that all of his notebooks have been burned down by the fire so he had to start from scratch, plus given how he's been he was in no condition to go back to school, at least that's what the school personal, his grandfather and the santiagos said to him, so he didn't have another option did he?

Ronnie Anne was helping him getting on day though, so he was at least learning something.

From what he heard, Ms santiago was actually talking with his grandfather about something, but he couldn't tell what it was.

He let out a sharp breath.

He wanted to think on something to do, anything to not make him think of the tragedy, to distract himself and do something with his time instead of laying around here uselessly.

He idly began remembering what he talked about with his family friends until one stood out.

"What is that thing you're making Ms Rose?" He asked with a lack of enthusiasm.

Amelia Rose was an older woman with red hair who was a friend of his mom, right now she was knitting a red handkerchief that was the same color his mom used to wear.

Amelia noticed his lack of enthusiasm, but didn't hold it against him given the circumstances.

"Well, what i'm making his something special and a bit silly but...when i lose someone dear to me, i make a piece of clothing, accessory or something to wears in their favorite color, then wear it as a sort of memorial to them, i did the same when my husband died" She said pointing at the black and red scarf she was wearing.

"Oh, well i don't think it's silly at all...i think it's pretty cute"

"Thanks Lincoln, you're a real sweetheart...say, wanna read some ancient books with me?"

"Thanks for the offer but i'll pass, maybe some other day"

He thought about it for a bit, he was somewhat good with knitting due to picking up from his sister Leni...alright.

Let's get to work.

"So you want to do that with the last of my grandchildren?" Asked Albert.

Maria sighed.

"Look Albert, i was just making a suggestion, i just feel the kid needs someone to take care of him and he would be more comfortable with us" Said Maria.

Albert took a sharp breath.

"Look, it isn't that i don't trust you or your family, the problem is you are considering moving in with your family to the city and that's hours away, i'm not really comfortable having Lincoln so far away, plus i still have to talk it with Ruth and Lynn's side of the family, also there's the matter if Lincoln is comfortable with it"

"I know that, but i believe we can find a way to make it work, we can visit you and Ruth in royal woods occasionally...or you can move close to us, it's up to you"

"I doubt Ruth would want to move out of here and i don't want to leave my friends behind, but we see what we can do…"

"Ok, i'll talk with Lincoln and see what he thinks"

"So did you talk to your children about this?"

"...Oh look at the time, gotta hang, talk later!" and she hung the call.

She breathed in and out.

What? She wanted it to be a surprise so when her two chlidren got a taste of what is like to live with her family they would be okay with it, not the best of plans but it was something...right?

She then started calling someone.

"Hello?" Asked the voice in the other side of the phone.

"Hello...dad"

Bobby let out a groan once he finally arrived home, it was a long day at school and also a long day at work, not to mention he was still feeling in the dumps for the death of Lori and the loud family.

But well, he was still trucking on, he had to, for his sister his mom and his foster little brother.

Speaking of the last one, when he entered the house he noticed Lincoln was there...knitting something.

"Hey little bro, are you ok? What are you doing?"

Lincoln turned to Bobby, he didn't seem as sad now as he was before, only a blank look in his face.

He guessed that having something to do now actually helped him think on something else, he was grateful for that, still he was surprised by him knitting, not because he thought any less of him for it, he was just surprised that he could knite.

"Well i am...a little better, I'm just knitting" His voice seemed blank, not exactly monotone but...

"That's cool, didn't know you could knite"

"Kinda picked it off from Leni, i'm obviously not as good as her though"

"Well it's still pretty good from what i can see, it doesn't look like something easy to do"

At least from what he guessed, what Lincoln was knitting was seemingly a bandanna of multiple colors:teal, aquamarine green, purple, yellow, red, black, blue, pink, regular green and lilac. the colors were actually well done and transitioned well into each other.

He also had two cloths tied in his wrist, one salmon colored and the other dark green.

"Thanks, it was a bit hard at first and i did a few before as practice, but i like how this one is turning out, i just want to get it right"

Ah, so it wasn't his first attempt, now that he noticed, his hands look like they were poked by the needle a few times.

"It's okay, no one gets that good on their first attempt, i'm kinda curious about why are you knitting a bandanna and why you choose those colors"

Lincoln looked thoughtful for a time, then he answered.

"Well I...i thought of making this as some sort of memorial towards my sisters, the colors I choose where they favorite colors"

"...Oh, I'm guessing the things you tied around your wrist are for your parents"

Lincoln nodded.

Bobby smiled.

"Well i think it's very sweet from your part"

Although it was hard to notice, Bobby could see a smile forming on Lincoln's face, barely.

Then he started to think of something, he still wasn't coming back to school and he when he was doing something he was able to take his mind of things…

"Lincoln"

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever wanted to draw?"

"Well yeah, one of my dreams before all this is drawing for Ace Savvy, why?"

Bobby smiled.

"Then i got something to show you"

"I'm telling you Ronalda, you really gotta stop threatening every school student you come across"

"But mom, i have a reputation to keep, plus I hear them talking smack about you and Bobby...and me"

"Look, i can tolerate what they say to me and you should either, getting violent won't solve anything"

"I think what you are getting it wrong, violence actually solves everything"

"You are starting to worry me with each passing day, i swear i remember when you were...well you where pretty serious, but you actually were sweet with people"

"I still am"

"With more people than just Lincoln, Bobby and me"

"What are you talking about? That's how I always been"

Maria arqued an eyebrow at this.

She was returning Ronalda from school, today she was allowed to have a free day and decided to spend some time with her daughter, she just got in trouble at the last bell and she had to stay through the same thing with the director huggins, honestly after getting into the same thing over and over again the three felt like they didn't care about this, just rinse and repeat, it was luck that Ronnie wasn't expelled after this, she happened to have good enough grades on her own despite what her rough attitude may let you to believe.

Anyways, today she had to make an special announcement.

The two entered the house and was surprised to see Bobby teaching Lincoln how to draw.

"Easy there, don't stress yourself"

"Ok i'm trying"

Maria and Ronnie were actually surprised, they knew Bobby was good at art but he wasn't actually all that interested in that, so it was nice to see him teaching Lincoln how to.

Lincoln and Bobby noticed the two.

"Oh hey, how was your day?" Asked Bobby.

"Eh, the usual, by the way Lame-O, what's that you're wearing?"

"This?" He said pointing to his new bandanna and cloths. "It's something I made myself, I tell you later why"

Ronalda shrugged, seemingly satisfied with the answer.

"Gotta say Bobby, it's nice of you to teach Lincoln to draw"

"Thanks, I figured Lincoln would like it, right bro?"

"Yeah"

Maria had a smile on her face, it was nice that her children got along with the last remaining loud, he didn't even look as sad as before, granted it was still far from his usual self.

Then again, it's probably hard for him to get back to normal after this, perhaps even after he grows up and makes a new life out of himself, he probably won't be the same as he was or could been had this hadn't happened.

But enough about that.

"Well, I have an special announcement to make, it can be hard to swallow though but I need you guys to listen"

The three started listened closely.

"Well, first off, this may be hard but...we are moving...with my family...to the city"

The three were frozen, not a single reaction out of them...in fact it looked like they weren't even breathing.

'...Well might as well take it all at once'

"AlsoIsPossibleThatLincolnMayBeAdoptedIntoOurFamilyAndHeProbablyWillComeWithUs" She said ligthnign quick.

The three didn't even move an inch, Maria was kinda afraid she broke them.

Then the three fell to the ground.

There's something about this chapter that makes me think it isn't good.

Well i managed to finish another chapter after so long, sorry if you were getting impatient.

Originally i was gonna make Lincoln return to school but...honestly i go against it, he probably won't return to school until he moves in with the Casagrandes (plus it fits with my current situation, PM if you want to know about it, it's nothing bad i assure you).

Also we see the origins of the bandanna, with a cameo from a certain character of a certain other series.

About Bobby being good at drawing, well there was an scene at Cereal Offender where it's implied he was good at drawing and i found it funny with so many fanfic older Lincoln's working as an artist so there you go.

Also this chapter is somewhat more lighthearted than the previous ones, Lincoln is't as sad anymore, though he still feels like crap, it's something it came to me as i wrote it and it ended up this way.

Also the next chapter is the midway point for this story, it's also the funeral so...

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and sorry if it disappointed.

Catch you later!