"You are perfection. You are the ultimate beauty queen. You are the crem de la crem of pageants," Lola glared at her own reflection. She glared some more before giving a confident smirk. "Yes, I am." Her stomach grumbled in protest due not having any food. "Princesses can't rule on a empty stomach. I hope I still have those mini sandwiches from yesterday," Lola walked towards her hidden mini fridge.
She opened it and gasped in horror, "My sandwiches! Who would of…LANA! Ugh, fine, I just ask someone. No one can't say no to THIS," Lola empathized, giving her reflection a coy wink. She walked out of her room and down to Lori's and Leni's room. She knocked on the door and waited. Lori answered with a glare.
"What is it, Lola? I'm busy right now," Lori informed, wagging her phone.
Lola rolled her eyes, "Yeah, sure. Talking to your boyfriend counts as 'busy'. Now, can you fix me some mini sandwiches?" She gave a sad puppy dog look.
"Uh, no. Go ask Mom or Dad," Lori advised as she attempted to close the door but Lola stopped her and glared.
"No, I want you to do it. Now, you will, missy, or I'-"
Lori crossed her arms, "Or you'll what? You have nothing on me and you know it."
Lola's eyes widened. "But, I, but you did-" She sputtered, trying to remember what Lori did.
"Nothing, now beat it, twerp," Lori demanded rudely, closing the door and arming her system.
Lola stood shocked before face palming, That has never happened before; she usually has something incriminating to use against any one of her siblings. Now, the time to have something incriminating as blackmail didn't surface. "Ugh, come on, Loud, you're better than this. Haven't those mob movies taught you anything at all?!" Lola deprecated herself. She heard another door open and saw Lincoln dashed out, "Ah, Linky, he'll never say no to me! Oooh, Link-"
"SorryLolaClydehasanewvideogamethatwebothbeenwaitingformonthsgottagobyeloveyou!" Lincoln motor mouthed, rushing down the door and out of the house.
Lola stood there speechless as she tried to comprehend what she heard. Her skin turned red and she gave a low growl, "RRRRRRAAAAAAAAGH!"
Five minutes later…
"I appreciate the help, Mama Loud. Krystal and her parents are going to love this," T.K. grinned excitedly. T.K. asked Rita to help him cook a few things because Krystal wants him to meet her parents in two weeks. Rita happily obliged and also gave a few pointers herself.
Rita gave a smile of her own, "You're welcome, dear. You know, meeting your significant other's parents is a huge step in building relationships. You see, Lynn had me meet his parents and vice versa."
"Really? What happened?" T.K. asked, packaging the last of the food.
"Heh, well, when he first stood at the door, he look like that he saw the most petrifying ghost in his life. Or that he saw my dad and he was glaring daggers at the poor man; furthermore, that's the beginning of the da-"
"HONEY!" Lynn Sr. screamed, dashing into the kitchen. He had a pained look on his face and he was clutching his hand tightly in a towel. Rita and T.K. rushed towards him in worry.
"Sweetie, what happened? Rita inquired worriedly.
Lynn Sr. hissed again before answering, "I cut my thumb after slipping on a slick spot."
"How bad is it?" T.K. asked. Lynn Sr. gave him a close look of his wrapped hand in response. Blood was slowly seeping through the towel. It was beginning to make T.K. very, very, sick to his stomach. He couldn't stomach the sight of blood after seeing a dead body when he was six, which blood was pouring out by the pints. T.K. tried his best not to dry heave.
Rita tsked her lips, "Looks bad. We need to take you to the hospital. Terri, can you help me carry your father to the van?"
"Y-yeah, n-no problem," T.K. jittered nervously, clutching Lynn Sr.'s good hand. The two helped Lynn Sr. to the van. T.K. opened the door and Lynn Sr. hopped in. Rita got into the driver seat.
"Thank you, Terri," Rita expressed with a smile.
Lynn Sr. nodded thankfully, "Yeah, champ, you really came through."
"Heh, it was no problem, really. Just willing to lend a helping hand," T.K. brushed off nonchalantly. The parents gave him another smile as Rita put the van in reverse and backed out of the driveway. They drove off as T.K. walked back into the house. "Ugh, that was uncomfortable. I'm glad that no one saw that" He crossed his arms and gave a pleased smirk. "…I mean that about Papa Loud's hand. Not the fact that I'm afraid of blood, heh heh," T.K. gave a sheepish smile to the reader. He walked towards his room, not noticing Lola was listening from the stairs.
She gave a sinister, slasher-like smile, "Ooh, I think I have found my new servant."
The next day…
T.K. snoozed in total bliss as he slept the morning away. He can always counted on the Sandman…and weekends to maximize total sleeping potential. He felt a slight weight in his bed but continued to sleep. He then felt a finger tapping his head so he turned away. The finger persisted until he growled and opened his eyes to Lola grinning starry-eyed into the depths of his soul. She held a butler suit in her hands also. T.K. let out an unmanly yelp and rolled out of bed in pure instinct. "Lola!? Girl, I tryin' to sleep!"
Lola kept that smile, "And I need a new butler and you fit the description to a T, sir!"
T.K. froze in confusion before letting out a series of cackles, causing the princess's smile to falter into an annoyed frown. After his cackle fest ended, T.K. grabbed Lola by scruff of her dress and lifted her down to the floor. "Chica, you had me goin' for a sec. Now, run along to your typical girly things while I go back to sleep." Lola stood in place, not leaving.
"No, I mean it, butler. You're gonna serve me and YOU'RE gonna like it!" Lola hissed, wrinkling the suit in anger. T.K. raised an eyebrow in skepticism.
"Heh, oh yeah, what are you gonna do 'bout it, Lil' Miss Small, Pink, and Ruthless?" T.K. challenged, crossing his arms. Lola let out a sinister giggle, catching T.K. off guard a little bit.
"Oh, Terrence, you must not know about my…reputation," Lola smirked, clutching her right glove. T.K. raised an eyebrow as she lowered her glove. She revealed a large scrape that was bleeding profusely. How did T.K. not noticed this was beyond him, but the mere sight of it shut him up and made him sweat heavily. Lola smiled even harder, "Aww, what's wrong, T.K.? Scared of a little…BLOOD!?" She advanced closer to him.
"Stop, get away from me, you blond demon!" T.K. shouted, stepping back erratically. It fell on deaf ears as Lola came closer.
"Hmm, I think…no," Lola answered darkly, making T.K. stand against the wall.
T.K. did the best he could in order to make distance between himself and Lola, "I-I'm warning you, Lola!"
"Or you'll what? Beat me up? I'm a little girl, Terrence. It would be automatically my word against you," Lola jeered knowingly, lifting her shoulder up to T.K.'s eyes.
Not wanting to bear this any longer, T.K. finally cracked, "Alright, jeez! I'll do whatever you want! Just put THAT away!"
In a split second, Lola shifted her demeanor from tyrannical, mini she-beast to a cutie patooie of a sweetheart, "Wonderful! Now, to get you out of those mangy clothes." Before T.K. knew it, Lola zipped and zoomed around him, stripping him of his sleeping clothes and into his suit. "There we go! Now, you look spiffy, mister!"
T.K. had a very unamused look as he growled in annoyance.
"Ahem, is there something you want to saaay, butler?" Lola smirked confidently.
"Kill…me…now," T.K. answered flatly.
Lola glared, shaking her head, "Ah, ah, aaah! That is NOT how you address a princess."
"Oh my god," T.K. groaned, rolling his eyes before grinning hard. "It's…feels great. Thank you, Princess…Lola."
"Great, now lets go! Daylight is wasting away," Lola ordered happily, grabbing his arm and rushing upstairs.
Thirty minutes later…
The little princess wasted no time in running her new butler to the ground. After asking Rita to drive them to mall and forcing T.K. to bring his winnings from his skate competitions, Lola felt like she was the queen of the world, "Forty shoes, thirty dresses, and fifteen tiaras. A pretty good haul if I do say so myself right, butler?"
"It will feel pretty good when put my foot up your-" T.K. started darkly.
Lola caught some of it and turned her head with a glare, "What was that, butler?"
"Nothing!" T.K. replied quickly with a grin.
Lola squinted her eyes before looking forward. They walked out of the mall and down the sidewalk towards the ice cream shop. Before the shop was a crossing intersection, where there was a puddle in front of the two. Lola gasped and stopped herself and T.K.
"What?" T.K. said, fixing his grip on the bags.
Lola pointed to the puddle, "There's a puddle in front of us. I, Lola Marie Loud, will not be walking through any type of…filth."
"Soo, you want us to stand around like idiots or are you gonna do somethin' about it?" T.K. snarked.
Lola gave that smirk of hers, "Me? Oh, I'M not going to do anything, BUTLER. YOU are!"
"Ugh, fine!" T.K. sighed in irritation, taking his sport jacket off. Lola stopped him by laying her hand on him. He gave her a confused look, "What?"
"You are NOT laying your jacket on the puddle!" Lola ordered, much to T.K.'s confusion.
"Wait, it'll wash out, Lola," T.K. reassured, continuing further. Lola rolled her eyes and stopped him again.
"No, you philistine. I don't want my pumps to become dirty," Lola informed as if T.K. should have know that.
T.K. squinted his eyes in distain, "Really? Lola, you have FORTY pairs of shoes. One dirty pair is nothing to worry about."
"That IS something to worry about, T.K.! Now, lay down on the puddle," Lola demanded coldly.
"What, you must be outta your mi-"
Lola glared ferociously, "Do it or I'll lower my glove again!" T.K. sighed heavily before lowering himself on the puddle. He could feel the cold, dirty water seeped through his uniform. Lola walked across his body, while T.K. hissed in pain from her heels. He felt degraded but he can't do anything about it as long as Lola knew his fear. "That's better. Come on, butler, you wasting daylight." Lola resumed her walk to the ice cream shop as T.K stood up.
One hour later…
In Lola's room, she was having her ever so fabulous tea parties. Her new butler stood beside her, waiting on her every whim and need. "Oh, that's marvelous, Madam Ironside. I'm happy that your husband was able to return to you safe and sound from the war." Lola raved. The poor dreadhead was bored outta his mind from this mindless playtime.
"Any much longer and I'll die painfully from boredom," T.K. thought disdainfully.
"Oooh, Terri, General Fluffs needs a refill," Lola chirped with a smile. Groaning, T.K. lumbered over and poured the imaginary tea without any effort. That wasn't gonna fly with the princess, "I don't hear any teeeeeea!"
Gritting his teeth into a painful grin, T.K. poured the tea again and made whishing noises. "There! Better, your majesty?" T.K. asked forcefully.
Lola nodded, "Very! Also, Lady Kimono says that you are slouching. Do fix your posture, butler."
"Well, tell Lady Kimono that she need to mind her d-'
"Hey, big bro, little sis! I'm just puttin' bugs for Izzy," Lana greeted with a grin, walking in the room. Lola grimaced at this before pointing to T.K.
"Ewww, disgusting! Butler, please remove this ruffian from my premises. She's ruining the tea party," Lola hissed angrily.
"Lola, you're outta lin-"
Lola hardened her glare, "Do it, or else!?"
Sighing, T.K. walked over to Lana and snatched her up by her shirt collar. The girl in question squirmed and to wiggle her way out. "Hey, you can't kick me outta my room! Let me go, T.K.!" The two were out of the hallway, which T.K. dropped her on her butt. Lana gave a fierce glare in response of this surprising behavior.
"I'm so sorry, Lans," T.K. apologized, closing the door. He turned around to Lola, who had a satisfied smile on her face. "Happy?"
Lola nodded, "Very! Now, butler, a certain General Fluffs has been dying for his tea. Hop to it."
The next day…
DING DONG!
"I'll get it!" T.K. convinced. He turned the knob and opened the door to Krystal, who smiled at the sight of her boyfriend.
"Terri, I was going to head to the park for a walk. Would you like to join me?" She smiled brightly.
T.K. returned the smile, "I would love to-"
"Buuutler!" Lola walked up to the couple. Rolling his eyes, T.K. grumbled a few curse words under his breath. The princess held out a nail file to T.K. and grinned, "I'm in dire need of a pedicure. I'm sure that you won't mind help me out, would ya?"
"I'm a little preoccupied right now, Lola. Maybe when I get back later," T.K. proposed, motioning towards Krystal.
A eerie smile crept on Lola's face. That type of smile could spell trouble for anyone smart enough to take visual cues. "Ooh, that's ok! Maybe I could show Krystal how her boyfriend squirmed like a little girl?"
Biting his tongue to not curse Lola out, T.K. took a deep breath and calmed down. "Honey, I can't. Family matters but I'm still coming to YOUR family reunion next Saturday."
Krystal's demeanor brightened slightly, giving a small smile, "Ok, I'll see you then, querida." She smooched him on his right cheek before she walked from the porch. Closing the door, T.K. hear shoes tossed off in two directions. He turned to Lola, who was barefooted. The smirk on her face didn't soothed T.K.'s growing worry.
"Now about that pedicure, butler."
Three hours later…
Lola's eyes gazed around her room as she frowned. There was something amiss in her room but she didn't know what. Luckily, she had a certain handyman to help her. "Butler!" Lola called. The man in question lumbered up to her, rubbing his eyes.
"What? I was nappin' you know," T.K. complained.
She pointed to the dresser. "My dresser. It's blocking the window. I can't fawn over my GLORIOUS looks if the room is dark as Lucy. Be a dear and move it."
"Oh my, fine!" T.K. groaned, walking towards the dresser. Stretching, he crouched down and grabbed a good part of it. He lifted with his legs and carried the dresser with his hands. "Where to?"
"Over there," Lola pointed towards the top left corner. The dreadhead walked slowly towards the designated area. He began to lower the dresser until Lola cleared her throat. "Nuh uh, not there. There's a draft that's too cold."
"Wh-what!? Then where else!?" T.K. breathed heavily.
The princess pointed the wall in front of her. A space cleared of anything furniture. "Right there, Terri."
The poor guy was thinking that Lola was practically torturing him; nonetheless, he moved towards the spot. Before he could place it down, Lola cleared her throat once more. "Ugh, what!?"
"Not there, Tee Kee. The blandness will contrast my cuteness. Over there, please?" Lola pointed one more time.
Visibly shaking in anger, T.K. once again walked to the spot. He set the dresser down and stretched his back. His eye twitched in irritation as he realized where he put the dresser at. "What the? This the same spot that I began!"
"Perfect! Thanks, butler," Lola grinned, walking out of the room. T.K. grabbed a nearby pillow and cursed with all of his might.
The next day…
There was nothing better to calm T.K. down like stuffing his face at Burpin' Burger. He took Lincoln with him because he needed his help about Lola. The little squirt was drove him insane and he felt that there's no way out. "Wow, T.K., I never seen you scarf down this much food before. Lola's really got you on a leash, huh?"
"It's not only that, she knew about my hemophobia. The lil' demoness must have overheard or seen me being scared," T.K. pondered, eating more fries.
Lincoln took a sip of his milkshake, "Do you think so?"
"Lincoln, how else she gonna know? Besides, I don't have a diary," T.K. reminded flatly.
"Good point. Say, how did you phobia developed?" Lincoln pried curiously.
T.K. stopped eating before taking a deep breath. "When I was livin' back in Dallas, crime was runnin' amok. Bullets flyin', bodies droppin' like flies, and there wasn't enough police members to contain the mayhem. One day, my best friend came up to me with practically stars in his eyes. He told me that he founded a dead body from a drive by. I never saw one before and it made me curious, so I said why not."
"A ACTUAL dead body?" Lincoln cringed.
"Yep, I still remember the stench it gave out that day; it smelled like pure rotten eggs and the sun beamin' down on it wasn't helpin' at all. We finally got there and my friend show me the corpse. The shriveled body, exposed guts, and dried blood made me throw up. The only thing that mattered to me at the time was to get away from the horrid thing as fast as possible. I was never the same when seein' any blood since then." T.K. concluded.
"Gross," Lincoln responded with a cringe, taking another sip. "Hmm, I don't know if this could help but maybe you could do what I did and snoop around her room for some dirt on her. You probably can find what she's scared of."
That made T.K. think long and hard. He could finally get Lola off his back and things could go back to normal. "Ah, what do I have to lose? I'll give it a shot."
Two hours later…
With Lola gone to practice for her next pageant, it gave T.K. the opportunity to sneak around and find that potential secret. He crept inside of the twins' room and began his search. He decided to search Lola's bed for starters. There was a diary on her bed, which T.K. pick up and opened.
"Dear diary, the scariest thing has happened to me today," T.K. began. "A moron would be snooping around in my room in order to find something to use against me. Only a nincompoop would wrote a, you know, SECRET in a diary of all things. Now, get out of my room!" T.K. finished, tossing the diary away with a groan.
He gave a look towards the closet and dashed towards it. His hopes were dashed away when he opened the double doors to find another note. "Oh, puhlease, as if I would hide something valuable in my unlocked closet. I'm warning you, LEAVE NOW!" This is getting him nowhere. The next object of interest was the trash can. T.K. ran towards it and peeked through it to find another friggin' note. "Ha, not all trash is another man's treasure! BEAT IT ALREADY! Oh my god, I'm never gonna find anything."
He tossed the trash can away before scanning his eyes towards Lola's dresser. He cleared the distance in a mighty bout. Opening all of the drawers, he ravaged through each and everyone of them in desperate attempt to find ANYTHING on Lola. At last, he found…..another god damn note. "Really, you must that hopeless if you're gonna find any of my secrets. LEAVE NOW!"
T.K. facepalmed, "That's it! I can't find not a lick of useful information on Lola to get her off of my back! I'm doomed to be a slave forever to that bratty lil' hal-" The doorknob sounded out, alerting T.K. to whomever is about to enter. The boy slid under the bed and crawled to the far back in order to make him small as possible. After several agonizing seconds, the door opened to Lola as she walked inside. T.K. could her gasp in horror to the damage he caused from his reckless search. She growled darkly and T.K. thought he heard steam whistling like a tea kettle.
"LANA! WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, I GONNA-" Lola threatened before Luna, for some odd reason, slid on her knees into the room and played a long solo on her guitar. Meanwhile, T.K. sighed as he waited for both of them to leave in order for him to leave himself.
Thirty minutes later…
Finally, Luna was done with her solo and left. Lola cooled down significantly and left as well. T.K. made his way out of the room and down the stairs to Lincoln playing video games. "So, did you find anything, T?" He asked, pausing the game.
T.K. growled and shook his head, "No, every hidin' place that I looked, there was a note tellin' me to leave. Lola has her lips sealed shut. Anymore ideas, planning maestro?"
"Hmm, maybe you could go down the pageant venue and ask around for info. Also if you can, look for a little girl named Lindsey Sweetwater," Lincoln advised.
"Huh, I guess I'll go get my skateboard and head down t-"
"Guys," Lucy called from behind T.K., causing him and Lincoln to jump in fright. "Did either of you two had a chance to talk with Lola today?"
Lincoln shook his head, "I haven't, Luce."
"She been using me as a personal butler lately so I'm too mad to talk to her. Why you askin'?" T.K. pried.
"Well, she wanted to borrow my container full of fake blood. I heard her say that she was using it for make up practice," Lucy responded. That made T.K. contemplate something very serious: did Lola made that scrape of hers a fake just to make T.K. do all of those horrid things? The more he thought, the angrier he became. Neither Lucy or Lincoln dared try to snap him out of it. Taking a deep calming breath, T.K. cooled down and gave a smile that hid his eerie intentions.
"T.K., are you ok?" Lincoln asked, slowly hopping off of the couch to check on him.
T.K. raised his palm to stop Lincoln, "Yes, I'm PEACHY! Thank you, Lucy, for letting us know about this info. We'll be sure to let her know as soon as possible."
"Oook, then," Lucy replied with a hint of worry. She walked away. T.K. began to walk upstairs while Lincoln followed after him.
"Wait, T.K., lets just sit down and talk about this. You don't have to do anything rash," Lincoln urged in vain.
T.K. glared darkly at him, "Oh, I'll sit down alright." Lincoln breathed a sigh of relief. "On one knee while holdin' Lola over my other knee and spank her behind for dishonesty!" He continued to the top but before he could head down to the suspect's room, he saw her zip by while Luan chased after her with Mr. Coconuts, who was wearing clown makeup.
"Keep that monstrosity away from me, Luan!" Lola shrieked fearfully, turning to head downstairs to throw off the jokester. That failed to work as Luan stayed on her tail.
"Why deny a nice JESTER, sis? This BOZO just wanna say hi!" Luan called joyfully. Lola's screams and Luan's titters echoed through the house. It seemed that little display gave T.K. the perfect solution to get Lola off of his back.
"You think you've got me caterin' to your every whim, princess. Well, too bad for you, I know what makes ya squeal," T.K. grinned evilly. He walked back downstairs to enact his plan for freedom.
Later at midnight…
Lola dreamed one of the most pleasant dreams in her short life. By pleasant is actually overlooking the entire state of Michigan in her large, insanely expensive castle towards her slaves that she ruled with an iron fist as she laughed manically. The joy that she gets from bossing T.K. around was immeasurable. She thought what demeaning things she could make him do tomorrow during pageant practice: brush her hair, guard her as she hog the T.V. all day, or make him pick all the bran from the cereal. Oh, the possibilities were endless!
The princess was so wrapped up in her happy thoughts that she didn't hear her and Lana's door open. A lone shadow crept quietly towards her bed. It used the moonlight to make sure to not step on Lana's animal lest that they would alarm their master to the intruder. The shadow finally reached the bed and snuck up right beside Lola on her right. It flicked its finger to her nose a few times to wake her up. With a low growl, Lola pulled her sleeping mask up to confront the rude person but a good look at her assailant made her blood ran cold.
The trespasser in question had white face paint that cover his face, a huge, honking red nose, blue painted diamonds over his eyelids, pink blush circles on his cheek, bright red lips, and pointy, jagged teeth that was morphed into a seriously deranged grin. Lola gave small, terrified whimpers as the clown gave one simple question. "'Eeeeey, princess, why sooo serious!?"
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
In outer space…
Two astronauts were fixing a malfunctioning light on the space station. Lola screamed so hard that the frequencies traveled to the ocean of emptiness.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
One astronaut stopped in shock. "What's wrong, Johnson?" The other checked.
"I don't know. I feel…a disturbance." The first one answered.
Five minutes later…
As soon as Lola yelped, everyone woke up and sprinted to her room. When they look through the doorway and saw T.K. guffawing his heart out in clown gear and Lola crying, they put two and two together real quick. T.K. had to go wash all of the make up off, which took a little bit of elbow grease; furthermore, he got grounded in the process. Rita, Lori, and Luan made sure that he get every last spot. "If I catch you going through my makeup again, you and I are literally going to have a problem, Terrence!" Lori threatened.
"And that goes double for scaring your little sister," Rita added angrily.
"Triple for using my clown gear," Luan added also.
T.K. dried his face off the towel, "Yes, ma'ams."
"Good!" They all responded before giving each other blank looks from the unintentional synchronization. Lynn Sr. walked up to the three with Lola closed by.
"Actually, honey, its not entirely the boy's fault," Lynn Sr. vouched.
Rita raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean, dear?"
"Lola said that she overheard the time I cut myself and basically made T.K. be her servant by using his fear of blood," Lynn Sr. described.
"Huh, T.K.'s afraid of blood. The irony is too real," Luan commented.
Lori shrugged, "You literally learned something new every day."
"Girls, go to bed. Now, Lola, is this true?" Rita quizzed. Lola nodded sadly. "Well, for strong-arming your brother, you are grounded also, young lady."
"I understand, mommy," Lola retorted. Lynn Sr. and Rita also headed to bed, leaving Lola in the hallway by herself. She walked up to the bathroom and stood in the doorway. The princess gave a few light taps on the door to let herself be known, "T-Terri?"
T.K. lifted his face from his towel and gave a disdainful scowl in the mirror, "What!?"
"I just want to say that I'm sorry for taking advantage of your hemophobia. All I want was to be pampered like a princess like in those Bisney movies. I guess I went crazy with it," Lola predicted, rubbing her shoulder nervously.
"You realized one thing but those princesses on those movies don't go around bossin' people around and usin' their fears as leverage," T.K. snarked. Lola drooped her head down further, causing T.K. to sigh and walk towards her. He cupped her chin to make her look at her. "Lola, you have a lot to learn to be a true princess, but I, Lincoln, and everyone else believe that you can do it. No one would want to follow a princess under fear alone."
"Yeah, you're right. I was going about it entirely wrong. People want a princess that is loved by all, not feared by all. I'll give it my best, Tee Kee!" Lola promised with a determined nod.
T.K. grinned, "That's the spirit, Lo'! Say, since I scared you, that's makes us even, right? He let out a cackle while Lola giggled. Afterwards, he reinforced his earlier mood with a glare. "Seriously though, do not pull that mess again, girl. I only did that to teach you a lesson."
"Got it," Lola responded. She held her arms out and T.K. scooped her up in a tight hug. He gave her a few tickles on her sides, causing her to let out a few titters.
A/N: Aaaah, another fresh fic for the books. Same as usual, review and let me know what you think. A Halloween fic will be here soon.
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