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[i]“Here Lies George Darby”

“Died Aged 11”[/i]

That’s all the tombstone said. There was nothing on it that remotely gave anything away about the true person that his baby brother actually was. It didn’t say anything about the fact that he was a straight A student. It didn't say he was the Captain of his softball team and was well on his way to setting a county record for hitting home runs and it especially didn’t say that he was taken from the world by the cruel act of God they call a drunk driver. A fact here which infuriated Lincoln beyond incredible measure. His grip on the handlebars of his motorcycle was so tight; he could feel the friction of his skin against the worn rubber and the pain was in some way satisfying to him. It had been almost four years but the pain of losing Georgie hadn’t dulled.

It really didn’t take much for Lincoln to convince his foster parents to allow him to travel to Los Angeles before making his way to San Francisco for school. They had all but given up on trying to raise the boy the right away and just left him to do his own thing. All they did was provide him with an allowance and a roof over his head; trying to convince Link to do anything in return or out of gratitude was as much of a lost cause as they felt he was. 

Most of his clothing and personal belongings had been sent ahead and were already in his room, which gave Lincoln the free time he desired to visit LA before school started and then ride there that morning. It was supposed to be a six hour journey so of course having not slept in around three days Link left just after midnight and had arrived much earlier than anticipated. With time to spare he simply rode around SF re-immersing himself in the surroundings he would call home for the next while. By check in time he locked his bike away in an undisclosed location off campus (because why would he leave such a beautiful piece of machinery in the hands of those idiots) and joined the wave of privileged youths as they headed into the jewel of the crown of education in dearest Frisco.

The chattering of voices crying words of longing and summer gone by were greatly annoying him; so Link dove off to one side for breather; resisting the incredible urge to start throwing people into the San Francisco Bay and watching them drown. 

His was a summer in two halves. For the most part he was doing what he often did; sitting in his loft staring deep into the electric soul of the universe via one of his four computer screens. It was quite the set up actually but sadly whilst away Lincoln would have to settle for his phone, a tablet and a laptop. It wasn’t great but he could work with it; after all hacking wasn’t really that hard once you knew how to read the ones and zeros. The Kennedy’s were just glad he wasn’t getting into trouble like he so often did.

The other half was something different, something he hadn’t truly experienced before. It all started at the last party of the last semester. Lincoln never really made an attempt to go to MH parties unless he had something to gain from the experience. Sometimes it was financial, after all he was the go to for shady shit at this school and where better to con rich kids out of their monies than a party where they’re usually off of their faces. Other times he went simply for a fuck, that was it and that was the main reason he attended this particular shindig. 

Then he saw her from across the room, drenched in neon light, her skin shimmering as she danced with some red headed girl. When their eyes locked through the crowd and a lightning bolt struck Link and he knew he just had to know her. 

She said her name was Delaney and she smelled like cherries.

Once Lincoln had found his way to her through the revelry, it was a simple science. Together they rode a lightning bolt that night which took them to a higher level above the morons around them. He remembered every soft touch and kiss, every scratch, every breath they took between each other and then she was gone...and school was over. Thankfully, they had exchanged numbers and had taken the intervening time to get to know each other a little more. It left him intrigued as to what more there could be to Delaney Helmsley.

Perhaps that’s why a few days ago he got into the school system and changed the room assignments? Maybe he did it for shits and giggles. It didn’t really matter and Marble Heights definitely needed to up its security. All that really mattered was that Lincoln was sharing a room with Del. He wouldn’t tell her what he did, not yet. There was still too much to be done. He glanced down at his phone where a [url=https://3nw94z2pgadc432nw33p8qg5-wpengine.netdna-ssl.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/04/image4.jpeg]picture[/url] stolen from Del’s Instagram sat staring at him. He stroked the screen as if it were her silky cheek and was reminded of her scent of cherry.

After basking in his twisted thoughts for a few moments longer; Link made his way inside of the  Oakland  building and up towards his assigned room. As he had hoped, someone else had arrived before him. That aroma was unmistakable and a wry and rare smile crept up across his handsome face. He moved deeper into the suite and noticed his things piled up in the corner and a door slightly ajar on the other side of the room. There was rustling and movement so Lincoln stepped into the doorway and there she was; crouched over her bag. He would recognise her anywhere. He watched in silence for a moment, his dark eyes never leaving for perfect visage. Finally, after pushing his glasses further up his nose, he spoke.

[color=CB1B95]”Well isn’t this a turn up?”[/color][/center]