Lincoln could do nothing but watch as his sister and his girlfriend went head to head in every conceivable sport one could play at a park. Some events Ronnie Anne came out ahead, and in others, Lynn was the victor. The poor boy was relegated to carrying equipment, refereeing sports he knew absolutely nothing about, and generally running behind two females in his life he didn't have a chance of keeping up with. By the time the day was drawing to a close, a dead tired Lincoln found Lynn and Ronnie Anne drinking water beneath the same tree where his reluctant journey into the world of sports had begun. He collapsed into a sweaty heap before the two of them, neither of them paying the exhausted boy any attention.

"Well, looks like we're in a dead heat," Lynn panted, taking a long swig from her water bottle. "We've played every sport in the park."

Ronnie Anne nodded in agreement as she sipped her water. "Now what?" She asked. "I can't think of any other sports—" Ronnie stopped mid sentence as a brightly colored poster caught her eye from a nearby telephone pole. She moved with a purpose past Lynn and snatched the bright pink paper off the pole.

"What?" Lincoln heard Lynn call out. He managed the strength to lift his head, dreading that his girlfriend had found some other terrible sport to play against his sister.

"This!" Ronnie Anne called out before walking back towards the brother and sister. Lincoln managed to force himself to his knees and squinted at the pink paper that Lynn now held. He watched as Lynn's eyes grew ever wider the further she read down the page.

"No, no way!" Lynn replied defiantly. "I'm not doing this, it isn't even a sport!"

Now Lincoln was curious. He forced himself to his feet to read over Lynn's shoulder. He could hardly believe his eyes.

ALL-CITY CHEERLEADING VACANCY, AGES 11-13, ONE SPOT ONLY! TRYOUTS NEXT SATURDAY AT 3PM IN THE MUNICIPAL GYM!

"What's the matter? Scared you'll lose, grandma?" Ronnie Anne mocked.

Lincoln knew better than to challenge Lynn, but apparently he never got around to passing that knowledge along to Ronnie Anne. Lynn's face turned a fire engine red. "What did you just say?"

Ronnie Anne smirked. It never ceased to amaze Lincoln how incredibly smug she could be when she wanted to. "Hey, if you're too chicken, you can just admit I'm better than you right now and save yourself the trouble." Lincoln could see what was coming from a mile away. The last thing he needed was his sister in direct conflict with his girlfriend. No matter who won, he lost.

"C'mon, guys, you don't have to prove who's better than who—"

Lynn stuffed the paper into his mouth in one swift motion. "Shush, Lincoln! If your little 'Ronnie Boo Boo Bear' wants to fell the Lynnsanity, then she's more than welcome to step up to the plate!" Lynn growled, coming face to face with her new rival. "I will see you next Saturday and mop the floor with you!"

Ronnie Anne simply held her cocky grin in the face of Lynn's contorted glare. "Then I'll see you next Saturday. C'mon, Lincoln, you can help me practice." Ronnie Anne said, grabbing Lincoln's hand and beginning to tug him away.

"I don't think so, he's my brother, he's gonna help ME practice!" Lynn shot back, grabbing Lincoln's other hand.

"Well he's my..." Ronnie Anne began. Lincoln noticed her smug grin shatter, her cheeks turning the same shade of red that Lynn's had earlier. Technically, neither Lincoln or Ronnie Anne had ever used the term 'boyfriend' or 'girlfriend'. They had spent so much time around Lori and Bobby that almost every mushy, conventional dating activity had been ruined for them. To them, they were just hanging out and having fun, although neither could deny that there was something there that went past friendship. Neither of them could put their finger on it, but they knew it was there.

Lynn raised an eyebrow, it being her turn to don a smug smile. "He's your what?" Unfortunately, neither Lincoln nor Ronnie Anne were ready to admit it to each other.

Ronnie Anne let go of Lincoln's hand. "It's getting late," said, a tinge of defeat in her voice. "Don't think this is over." Before Lincoln could think of anything to say to stop her, Ronnie had hopped on her bike and taken off back towards her house. Lynn let go of Lincoln's hand and placed both hands on her hips in triumph. Even a small victory was a victory to be celebrated. Her win was certainly short-lived as Lincoln brought her back to reality.

"LYNN!" he shouted angrily. Lincoln could see her high slowly begin to come down. "What the heck is wrong with you?!" He had one condition to give her a ride to the park, and not only had she violated his only rule, she did it in the most egregious was possible.

"What?" She asked genuinely. The fact that she didn't even realize what she'd done just made him ever more irate.

"What?!" Lincoln parroted back. "All I asked you to do was leave me and Ronnie Anne alone, and now look what you did!"

"What I did?" Lynn fired back. She wasn't about to let her little brother talk to her that way. "The cheerleading thing was her idea in the first place!"

"But you didn't have to take her up on it!" the angry and exasperated young man shouted.

"Were you here just now? You heard the way she was talking to me!" Lynn had one thing in life that she cared about besides her family, and that was winning, no matter if it was a sport, a board game, tag, hide-and-seek, it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was the W.

"Ugh, I don't know why I thought you would be able to keep your crazy competitiveness on a leash for once!" Lincoln said, running his fingers through his white locks in frustration. He tossed his helmet at her as hard as he could manage, which admittedly was not very hard at all. Lynn easily caught it. "Take the bike back, I'll get Lori to come pick me up," Lincoln said, pulling his phone from his pocket and dialing his eldest sister as he walked away.

Lynn was left alone with her gear and her brother's helmet in her hands. She sighed as she looked down at her feet. Never before had she gone from riding the high horse of victory to falling off flat on her back in defeat. It was not a feeling she was familiar with as she began to realize how upset she'd made her little brother, unintentional though it may have been.

She slung her duffle bag over her shoulder and tucked his helmet beneath her arm.

"Dangit, Lynn..."