Game Changer

>Lynn and Ronnie Anne
>casual one-on-one soccer game in the park
>gotta see if she's up to snuff if she's gonna date her brother, right?
>It's a sunny day and they'd already been playing for a while
>Lynn's sweating like a hog.
>Ronnie Anne's in front of the "goal" (two trees that were kinda close together)
>Lynn's running the ball, she's ready to score
>for the first time in her life, she overshoots the ball and stumbles
>like the male lead in every bad romantic comedy ever made, she ends up falling directly on top of the poor girl
>"Watch it, Loud!", Ronnie yelps
>Lynn realizes how close she is right now
>and how small and vulnerable Ronnie Anne looks right now
>and how hard she's blushing right now
>and how cute she is right now
>Lincoln's girlfriend
>Oh no.

>when you're an athlete, you can't rely on thinking to do the work for you
>some sports just involve allowing your body to be carried by complete instinct
>Lynn switches her mind into "instinct" mode for a moment and gives Ronnie Anne a kiss
>wet, sloppy, awkward
>her technique is not great, but this is one of those sports Lynn Loud is still an amateur at
>Ronnie's lips are soft and a little spicy - she probably just had lunch
>after she's had her fill, she pulls away, leaving a thick trail of saliva running from Lynn's mouth to Ronnie's
>Lynn's higher brain functions are working again
>Oh, looks like she just played tonsil tennis with her brother's girlfriend
>who is also the sister of her older sister's boyfriend
>Wait, she can still save this!
>"Uh, looks like that CPR training I got came in handy, ha ha!" Lynn said, rubbing the back of her neck
>"I thought you were a goner for a mo-"
>Lynn is interrupted by a right hook to the jaw
>it feels like she got hit by a railgun
>no wonder Lincoln was intimidated by her

>Lynn recoils from the hit
>She's on the defensive now, staggering backwards
>Ronnie Anne curses in Spanish.
>"What the heck is your problem?!" Ronnie Anne shouts, spitting out the remaining traces of Lynn Loud in her mouth
>"Is your whole family full of crazy people?"
>Lynn feels like she dodged the wrong way on this one.
>"Wait, wait, wait!"
>Ronnie kicks the soccer ball away in anger
>"Is this normal for your family? Are all of your sisters going to want a piece of me now? Oh my gosh, do you guys share Bobby too? That's sick!"
>"Wait, wait, WAIT!"
>Lynn's gonna go hoarse from shouting so much
>It's starting to sink in how badly she screwed this one up.
>"I don't want to hear it! I'm gonna go right home and tell Bobby how screwed up all of you are. Don't talk to me anymore!"
>"I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry!"
>"Shut up! I don't want to hear it!
>Ronnie Anne is all tuckered out from the yelling contest
>Now she's propping herself up against one of the goalpost trees
>trying not to cry so much
>"I screwed up. I screwed up, I'm sorry! But you can't just walk out of our lives!
>You have no idea how much you mean to Lincoln! You have no idea how much Bobby means to Lori!
>They're not crazy, it's just me. I'm the one that's sick. I- I can understand if you don't want to talk to me anymore. But please don't hurt Lincoln or Lori.
>I'm sorry."
>In another universe, Ronnie might have accepted that apology outright, and they'd kiss and make up (metaphorically)
>Or maybe she'd turn up her nose and run away, never to speak to a Loud again
>Well, that's not what happened.
>Instead, Ronnie Anne, to the surprise of even herself, said this:
>"Convince me."

>"What's that?"
>Ronnie Anne is looking redder than a meatball sub right now
>"I s-said, convince me. Convince me that you're sorry."
>She's trying to be aloof now, but she's betraying her sudden shyness and stammering.
>That is so hot!
>"I'm not sure what you mean," Lynn said, hoping that she did mean what Lynn thought she meant.
>"You know what I'm talking about. Come on over here."
>Somehow, Lynn felt a lot heavier than usual
>She dragged her feet on the way.
>"Don't make me walk all the way over there, lame-o."
>Hearing Ronnie call her by her pet name for Lincoln inspired Lynn to quicken her pace.
>Ronnie was trying to look casual up against the tree.
>"You know something, lame-o?" she said, as nonchalantly as possible.
>"You're the kind of girl who wants to be the best at everything, right?"
>That's mostly accurate. "Well..."
>"Well, Lynn Loud, I'm gonna tell you right now that your brother was a better kisser than you are. What do you think of that?"
>Lynn's head is all fuzzy now. What DOES she think of that? She doesn't know.
>"Anyway, lame-o, since I'm so nice, I'm going to help you get better.
>THIS is what a real kiss is like."
>Lynn gets pulled in so quickly she doesn't even realize it happened at first
>Ronnie's got one hand on the back of Lynn's head gently pushing her mouth into hers.
>A lot slower and sweeter than Lynn's attempt, but then again it's not difficult to be softer and sweeter than Lynn.
>Lynn has a sudden urge to grab Ronnie's little hand with hers.
>Surreptitiously she slips her calloused fingers between Ronnie Anne's as Ronnie gets to work untying Lynn's hair
>Lynn is a bit surprised when Ronnie sneaks her tongue right into her mouth
>it takes some restraint not to bite it
>was she this forward when she kissed Lincoln?
>Lynn tries the same tactic and worms her way into Ronnie's mouth
>her tongue lays flat in there like a big pink blob
>Ronnie swishes her own tongue around a bit until Lynn gets the idea

>They finally pull apart
>Lynn is thunderstruck
>Ronnie's face has returned to its natural smug look
>"Not bad, lame-o!" Ronnie says, smirking. "You'll get the hang of it eventually."
>"Where did you learn that stuff?" Lynn asks.
>"I'm self-taught," Ronnie bragged. "I mean, I picked up some stuff from those soaps Bobby watches, but it's mostly just natural talent."
>"You're, uh, pretty good," Lynn admits
>"Well, hey, you convinced me! See ya."
>Ronnie started to walk away.
>"Wait! What about Lincoln?"
>She looks back
>"I like Lincoln. And I like you! You know him, he'd probably get all upset over this if he knew about it, so let's keep it between us."
>"I guess that makes sense..."
>"Great! And hey, practice that thing with your tongue. I'm expecting you to be better next time."
>"I'll make sure to - wait, next time? What do you mean, next time?"
>Ronnie grinned from ear to ear
>"You didn't think that this was gonna be a one-off thing, did you?"

>This was the first time of many that Ronnie Anne and Lynn would continue their little game.