Ronnie Anne walked down the streets of Royal Woods, her hands tucked into her pockets. She and her family were visiting Royal Woods for the time being, so she decided to take whatever time she had left now to reconnect her bond with her best friend. Of course, considering what had occurred a few months ago and the last thing said to him by her, this task seemed to prove easier said than done.

(~****~)

"All right, Loud. I'm going to say this once and only once. Whatever feelings I had for you – and vice versa – they're gone forever. They're dead, let go, obliterated. That day when I first met you...was quite possibly the greatest day in my life. The day when you kissed me topped that. I thought you felt the same way for me...but no. You're exactly what those four girls said: a liar, a cheater, and a big-time asshole. In fairness, I wasn't even going to ask you to this damn dance, but the arcade instead. I couldn't found you, so I decided to come here and get the hell out of here. After this...I wished I never came at all. You, of all people, quote-unquote cheating on me with not one, not two, not three, but FOUR girls behind my back. You better pray that I go easy on you for the rest of the week. Or for the rest of the year. Or for the rest of your miserable life. No matter where you run, no matter where you hide... I will make you regret the decision you made tonight. Understand?"

Ronnie Anne shoved Lincoln back into the lockers before turning tail and leaving the school as a whole. Her eyes watering up, she flicked away the tears that came up as she walked home. Halfway there, she began to comprehend the words spoken by her to her victim. Her friend. Her crush. Her jaw hung and her eyes widened. 'What if Lincoln's admittedly far-fetched excuse actually was the truth?'

A few days later, Ronnie Anne was in the mall for a meeting among the four girls Lincoln "cheated" on behind Ronnie Anne's back. Each gave their own opinions of Lincoln even after he did what he did. The one thing they all stated in common? Lincoln was a true sweetheart, didn't back out on them, and was committed to make their nights worthwhile. The four sisters admitted their part in the little plan that caused a big problem once it went awry. With each word spoken, a stab was taken at Ronnie Anne's chest...specifically her heart. It was at that moment that she knew that she made a mistake, a point only accentuated by the fact that Lincoln hadn't reacted to any teasing and bullying inflicted upon him ever since he became the school's laughingstock following the night of the dance. Without thinking, she took off towards his house on her bike when her phone rang. It was her mother. Expecting the worst, she pulled over, answered the call, and listened attentively. However, she never expected the worst possible outcome to appear out of nowhere.

"We're...moving?"

Lincoln didn't show up on the day of the move, but he (in an act of humble tactfulness) sent his best wishes to her. It broke her heart already that she was moving for her mother's sake, but her best friend/crush not saying goodbye to her personally added insult to injury. Deep down, though, she knew that she deserved this, and more importantly...he deserved to be away from her for a while.

(~****~)

Ronnie Anne shook away that devastating memory from her head the moment she reached the driveway of the Loud House. Walking up the front steps of the residence, she was about to knock on the front door when a voice called out for her.

"Ronnie Anne!"

She turned around to find a familiar looking, British sounding rock 'n' roller approaching her with three others in tow.

"Tabby? What are you doing here?"

"We were going to visit Lincoln and check up on him, but then we saw you walking in front. Didn't you move?"

"Yeah, we did, but we're staying here for a few days because my uncle is considering applying for a job as a college professor."

"Wow. Talk about convenient," Polly Pain rolled forward on her roller skates.

"Certainly not inconvenient," Giggles tried to think of a pun concerning the situation.

"What a shock," Haiku, on the other hand, didn't.

"Yeah, I know," Ronnie Anne waved them off and turned around to face the door, knocking on it immediately. "but hopefully, this is my one chance to do something about it."

Boy, how "wrong" she was. Of course, judging by the usage of quotation marks here, whether or not this particular situation can be interpreted as bad is entirely up to you. However...let's just say this is bad for now.

Lincoln himself was there at the front door, no doubt about it. Yet, his signature outfit was modified to an extent. He wore a black leather jacket above an orange long-sleeve dress shirt with a red bowtie, blue jeans, and Converse® red high tops. It almost seemed as if he was going out...

...on a date.

"... Lincoln?"

"... Ronnie Anne."

"Uh, how have you been?"

"Uh, what are you doing here?"

"Ah, I...wanted to see how you were doing."

A look of uncertainty crossed his face before he shrugged, "Okay. Well...can you, like, move out of the way, please? I have to get somewhere."

Taken aback by her former friend's sudden shift in behavioral tone, Ronnie Anne complied. Lincoln walked towards his bike and, noticing the four girls watching from afar, waved them goodbye as he rode off.

"Savage..." Polly coughed underneath her breath.

Ronnie Anne frowned, but not out of anger. She took off after him, prompting the four to take off after her in return. A few miles later, they ended up at Royal Woods Mall. Entering inside, they scanned around and walked around for any sign of Lincoln, but to no avail. Until there was.

"Hey... Is that Lincoln?" Giggles tilted her head in confused shock, "And if so, who's that with him?"

Ronnie Anne turned to her right and gasped. She probably wished she hadn't turned at all. In the arcade...was Lincoln. With a girl. This particular girl had brown eyes, dark brown worn-down wavy hair with a side parting, a black leather jacket that eerily resembled Lincoln's, a bright yellow sundress above a pair of blue jeans, and a pair of Converse® black high tops that (again) eerily resembled Lincoln's. They were both laughing, high-fiving, and overall undergoing a good time.

And she didn't like it.

Not. One. Bit.

Without thinking, Ronnie Anne stormed inside and burst inside, her hands balling up into fists as she did so. The four girls followed her inside, careful to make sure their "friend" didn't do anything she would regret later on. She yelled at the couple through her gritted teeth.

"Motherfucker!"

Lincoln and the girl looked up from their game and gasped in horrified shock, the former in particular becoming worked up and shielding the girl from any harm that could be inflicted upon her. Whatever rage Ronnie Anne seemed to muster up quickly subsided the moment she witnessed this act of...well, whatever sort of affection he had for this girl. Noticing her saddened look of betrayal, he stepped forward and placed both hands of his on both shoulders of hers. Perhaps his act of reassurance, of course?

"We're not dating, Ronnie Anne. But it seemed obvious to me that we both met during a time when it was...least unexpected?"

"Um, I'm pretty sure that we both saw it coming, mate," Tabby called out from behind Ronnie Anne, a fact the other three girls concurred with.

Ronnie Anne frowned once again before calming down, "So...you're not dating someone else?"

"No. I wanted to tell you, but I decided to give you some more space and give you the time to work out things between you and your family. That, and I didn't know what to say to you. When I heard that you were moving, I wanted to apologize for how distant I've been since that night. I just couldn't. I'm sorry. I really am."

Ronnie Anne's eyes watered up again as she suddenly hugged him, "I'm sorry too. I'm so sorry."

A hug which Lincoln returned, the four girls plus Lincoln's date swooned as they reconciled. Lincoln's date actually didn't know how to feel about all of this. Not wanting to be a moment killer (while fully knowing she had to be), she cleared her throat.

"Oh!" Lincoln turned his attention to his date, "You two haven't properly met! Ronnie Anne, meet Harley Diaz."

"S'up?" The girl called Harley stuck out a hand for Ronnie Anne to shake, which she took with stride.

"Hi. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"And the pleasure's all mine."

Oh, I got a bad feeling about this... Tabby shared a nervous glance and chuckle among the other three girls.

A/N: Just a short story I just had to write based on a certain crossover drawing by ScoBionicle99. There may be an extra sauce thrown in for good measure, but it's gonna be M. No pressure, but rather the opposite of it.