User blog:Thomperfan/Loud, Heartwarming and Random- Lola

(It starts with me and Lincoln in the Loud House living room watching the Dream Boat T.V.)

Me: Man, I can’t believe I didn’t get into this show sooner.

Lincoln: Well, you know what they say, better late than never.

Me: Yeah, I guess you’re right.

(Suddenly, Lola bursts through the door screaming, and runs up to her room and slams the door)

Me: Whoa. What was that?!

Lincoln: That was Lola having another hissy fit. (sigh) I better go see what’s wrong.

(He’s about to leave when I stop him)

Me: No, Lincoln. You deserve a break. I’LL go see what’s troubling Lola.

Lincoln: (sighs) Thanks, Nolan, you’re the best.

(Lincoln sits back on the couch, while I go up to Lana and Lola’s room, I open the door very slowly to see Lola on her bed, bawling her eyes out.)

Me: Lola? You OK?

Lola: Go away, Nolan! Don’t look at me! Don’t look at me, and my hideous face!

Me: Hideous face? Now, Lola, you know that’s not true. You’ve got one of the most of the most prettiest faces in the world, and you know it.

Lola: Actually prettiest face in the universe. But not anymore! It’s ruined! Completely ruined!

Me: Ruined? How?

Lola: I can’t tell you! Don't even look at me!

Me: Now, Lola! I don't think you're hideous at all…

Lola: You will now!

Me: No I won’t. Just show me what happened?

Lola: (pulls me close to her) LOOK!

(She points to her cheek, which has a pimple. It’s not that big, but not that small, either.)

Me: A pimple? Is that all?

Lola: I know! It’s terrible, right?!

Me: No, it's b-beautiful! My little Lola's going through puberty!

Lola: No, it’s gross!! This pimple has ruined my face!!

Me: Um, I wouldn’t be so sure of that, I mean, it doesn’t really cover that much of your face.

Lola: LIES!! I’m a hideous monster!! My life and my career is OVER!!

(Lola starts crying into my chest, I have a look of concern on my face. I pull her into a tight hug and start rubbing her back.)

Me: (Sighs) Leni and Lola are more alike than I thought. (Consoling) Sh. There, there, sweetie. Just let it all out.

(After a few minutes Lola finally calms down.)

Me: OK, Lols. Are you calm now?

(Lola nods, still sniffling)

Me: Good. Now let me tell you something. You are not a monster. Everyone goes through this. It's all apart of growing up and becoming a beautiful woman.

Lola: Beautiful?! How is this beautiful?!

Me: Don't worry, Lola. It won't stay forever, it'll disappear eventually, and you could always put some zit cream on it so it'll go away faster.

Lola: But what about now? Don't I look ugly now with this thing?

Me: No, you don’t.

Lola: Why?

Me: No matter how many zits you get on your face, you'll still be our lovely Lola.

Lola: You... really think so?

Me: No zit is going to get in the way of a precious girl like you. And I heard you have a pageant, coming up in a n hour. Are you really going to let some pimple get in the way of being the world's greatest pageant princess?

Lola: N- No! I won't! I’m not going to let this zit bother me, because I’m Lola Loud! And no number of zits can take that away from me!

Me: Ah, that’s better. Now, when you’re in your pageant, go out there, be yourself, and shine like the beautiful star we all know and love.

Lola: OK, I will. Thanks, Noey.

Me: Anytime, Lola.

(Lola and I hug.)

Lola: Now, if you’ll excuse. I have to go outside and practice. (She kisses my cheek and happily leaves. As she does, the zit on her falls off, revealing to really be a piece of pepperoni.)

Me: What the? What is- Is this... pepperoni?! Oh yeah! We had that big pizza party last night!... Oh… (I try to go after Lola, but she’s gone.) Lola! Your zit! It's actually a-... oh, never mind. I guess she’ll just have to find out for herself.

LATER THAT NIGHT

(I’m in my room watching “Zoboomafoo”, when Lola comes in.)

Lola: Nolan! Nolan! Guess what?! I won the pageant! They loved me!

Me: Really? That’s great Lola!

Lola: And you know what’s even better? My pimple has disappeared! It just wasn’t on my face anymore! It must have fallen off.

Me: Yeah, because it wasn’t a zit. It was a slice of pepperoni.

Lola: Pepperoni? How?

Me: Remember that pizza party we had last night?

Lola: How could I forget? It was so much fun!

Me: Well, a slice of pepperoni must’ve gotten stuck to your face, and you thought it was a pimple.

Lola: So, that means, I’m not going through puberty after all!

Me: No, Lola. At least not yet.

Lola: Yay! But, when I do start going through puberty. I think I’ll be ready. Thanks, for helping me get through it, Noey.

Me: Anytime, my little princess. (I wink and we hug)

Lola: So, anyway, let me tell you about what I did.

(I listen, while Lola starts telling me all about her pageant.)