Thinking Out Loud || Lincoln & Marnie
Marnie was positive that Lincoln was avoiding her. It had been a little over a week since she’d found out, and every time she was over at Lyla’s, he was not there or cooped up in his room. A drastic change to him constantly hanging around and harassing her, so much so that even Lyla was beginning to take notice, commenting on how whatever it was that was keeping him away, it should keep doing it. If only she knew. But Marnie couldn’t tell her, and it was eating away at her. Lyla was her best friend, her ride or die. Her brother was dying, and Marnie couldn’t even tell her. She understood why she couldn’t, of course she did. But it was still tearing her apart. She just wished she could say something. But it was Lincoln’s job to tell her, or her mothers’. It wasn’t Marnie’s place. She’d stumbled on to this secret by accident, but now it was hers to keep.
The fact that Lincoln had been avoiding her, however, was beginning to seriously piss her off. She’d meant what she’d said, that she wasn’t done with that conversation. She wasn’t going to let this rest. She needed to speak to him. And she was pretty sure she was going to have her chance to do so that day. Lyla was busy all day with Talon, so she didn’t have to worry about her possibly overhearing anything. She had no idea if he was actually at home, but she’d take her chances. She couldn’t let him know she was coming, otherwise he would dip, and she’d once again be left frustrated and unable to speak to him. Marnie grabbed her keys off the counter of her kitchen, leaving a note for her mother letting her know that she went out and she’d be back later, just in case her mother happened to come home before she did.
It wasn’t that far to Lyla’s house, and Marnie rode her bike everywhere anyway. She peddled her way toward her best friend’s house, the route familiar and second nature at this point. Once there she pulled her bike into the yard, leaning it against the side of the house and rifling through her keys. She was glad she had a spare key to the house, unsure if Lincoln would even let her in if she knocked. Marnie unlocked the front door, stepping inside and locking it behind herself. “Link?” she called out, moving further into the house. “Lincoln!” she repeated, running a hand through her hair and sighing. Marnie made her way up the stairs, rolling her eyes at the music coming from Lincoln’s room, banging loudly on the door. “Open up, asshat!” she yelled, taking a step back and crossing her arms over her chest.
