A few months after I started writing Loud House fan fiction - around September 2017 - I got the distinct impression that people were intimidated by me. A lot of readers and writers here on FFN would approach AberrantScript asking about me, but never approach me directly. There were also tons and tons of Loudcest fans who seemed to review and comment on everything cesty...except my stuff. I started to wonder if people were afraid of me or didn't like me for some reason. I figured that if that were the case, it had less to do with the quality of my writing and more to do with my personality and/or reputation. I created an alt account and posted a story that went on to do pretty well. Not Requiem For a Loud well, but well enough. Guess I got my answer.

Anyway, I wanted to see how well I would do writing G-rated, regular old classic Loud House stuff, so I had the idea of creating another alt account and starting over from scratch. I wound up not doing it but I did start a story that would be published under that account, It involved Lana and Lola getting into a huge argument and then Lana (I think) going to a summer camp to get away from her twin for a while. They would both start to miss one another and then reconcile in the end.

The story was never finished (in fact, it stops mid-word) and I have not edited for spelling mistakes, deciding to post it as is. It was originally written in September 2018.

Lola Loud had a temper. She was aware of this and did her best to keep it under control. Sometimes, though, she slipped; she was only human, after all, and living with ten siblings, there was always something to set her off: Lori taking too long in the bathroom, Lincoln staggering around in his dumb VR glasses and bumping into her, Luan's endless puns...and Lana.

Shudder. Lana made Lola so mad sometimes she shook. Last month, Lola came home from winning the Little Miss High and Mighty pagaent only to find a strange dog cocking its leg and peeing on her trophey case. Oh, that Rex, Lana said, he followed me home. Two days later, Lola was sitting at hr vanity and brushing her hair when something dropped onto her shouder. She turned to look at it, and a hairy black tarantula stared back at her: She screamed so loud her vision grayed and shot up - her feet tangled in the hem of her dress and she fell to the floor with a loud, painful thump. Last week, Mom and Dad took everyone to the park. When they got home three hours later, Lana, exhausted from playing hard, went straight to bed without a bath, and the choking stench of her dirty feet filled the entire second floor. Lola had to sleep with a clothespin pinching her nose shut because ugh, it was so bad.

But all of that paled in comparison to what she did that Friday in June.

Lola was sitting on the couch watching Project Runway with Leni and fantasizing about owning Lindsey Sweetwater at the upcoming Lil' Miss Thang Pageant when the front door burst open and Hopps sprang in like a jumping bean. Lana came in bed him, positively drenched in mud. In a few hours, she was getting on a bus and going to Camp Rolling Hills for a week, and Lola was honestly looking forward to the break.

"Hopps!" Lana cried. The frog bounced up the stairs with a series of high octane ribbits. "Come back!"

Luan, coming down, yelped when he jumped onto her shoulder, then over. "What's wrong with him?"

"He drank a Monster now he's going nuts!" Lana exclaimed.

Rolling her eyes, Lola crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head. Lana was always feeding him things he shouldn't have. She kept a water bowl by her bed filled with juice, soda, and coffee, and his food dish...sheesh, he ate better than they did. One time Lola found a whole McDonald's cheeseburger in it. A whole McDonald's cheeseburger! Granted, Lana probably dug it out of a trash can, but still.

Lana chased Hopps up the stairs, trailing mud in her wake, and Lola sighed. Despite their differences, she and Lana got along for the most part - she really needed a time apart from her, though. They shared a room and seemed to always be together even if they were doing different things: Anyone would need a break under those circumstances.

On TV, Tim Gunn stood over a fashion designer and criticized the dress she was working on. "Honey, that print is terrible. Bold, solid colors are the way to go.

Leni gasped in shock. "That's mean, Tim. Her dress is pretty."

Actually, it wasn't but -

CRASH!

The house shook and Lola's heart jumped into her throat. In a flash, she knew that it had something to do with Lana. Visions of her vanity broken to splinters danced mockingly through her head, and a hot, steely band of anger closed around her chest. She jumped to her feet and stormed up the stairs, one hand trailng the bannister and the other clenched in a shaking fist; fire burned in her eyes and her lips pulled away from her teeth in a sneer. If Lana broke something of hers, there would be heck to pay. "Hopps!" Lana's voice drifted forth. "Stop, boy!"

Lola reached the bedroom door...and what she saw made her jaw drop. Her thropy case lay on its side, a flood of awards spilled across the muddy carpet, some of them broken. Her vanity was sitting standing, but all of her perfume and make-up had been swept onto the floor.

As Lola watched, Hopps jumped onto her bed, and Lana followed, her muddy shoes grinding into the pink comforter. She stooped down and snatched the frog. "Ha, got'cha."

Lola's eyes darted around the wreckage of her room...and hot, shimmering rage boiled up in her chest. Her face flushed red and her tiny body started to tremble, lending her the appearence of a tea kettle on a stove. Her teeth ground together and her fingernails dug into the padding of her palms. "Lana!" she shrieked. Lana jumped and spun around, looking like a girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar, and the dumb expression on her face made Lola even madder. "LOOK AT MY ROOM!"

Lana glanced around and winced like she had no idea she was destroying everything in her path. "Sorry," she said sheepishly, "Hopps was -"

"YOU AND THAT DUMB FROG!" Lola seethed. Her shoulders lifted and fell as she sucked great gasps of air and her hands shook. Her eyes fell on the thropy she won at the Little Miss High and Mighty pageant last year - the stand was cracked into three chunks and the little brass figure on top, a girl wearing crown, was snapped off, lying forlorn on the carpet.

A dark shadow flickered across Lana's face. "Hopps is not dumb. He just got hyper."

Lola's fury grew at the indginance in Lana's eyes. How dare she get upset after what she did? It wasn't her stuff broken and covered in mud. "YES HE IS AND SO ARE YOU!" Lola yelled. "YOU'RE A STUPID, SMELLY, INCONSIDERATE PIG AND I HATE BEING YOUR ROOMMATE!"

Lana flinched...then her features hardened. "I don't like being your roommate either," she said. "You're a bossy snob and you suck the joy out of everything."

That was it; Lola popped. "GET OFF OF MY BED!" She lashed out and kicked the overturned throphy case; pain streaked up her leg but she didn't care. "GET OUT OF MY LIFE!"

Lana glared at her, then jumped off the bed. "Fine, take your dumb bed and your dumb life."

Lola jabbed her finger at the door, where all of her siblings were clustered together watching. "Go to your camp and don't come back," she hissed.

"I won't," Lana said tightly, "I'm sick of being your sister."

"I'm sick of it too, sweetie," Lola and crossed her arms. "I'm going to enjoy not having you around."

Grumbling under her breath, Lana left, Lincoln and Lucy moving aside so she could pass. Lola watched her go, her entire body burning with unspent wrath. Part of her wanted to go after the little pig and really let her have it, but she took a deep breath and turned to her fallen thropy case instead. "Here, let us help you with that," Lynn said. She and Lincoln came in and, between them, lifted it up and sat it in its spot against the wall. Lola picked up a second place plaque she got at state and frowned at the long, zigzagging crack on its face. This was one of her most prized possessions...and Lana ruined it. Her hands tightened on it and bared her teeth. "I can't believe this," she grated. She sat it on the shelf and picked up another trophy.

"She didn't mean to," Lincoln offered.

"She never does," Lola said bitterly and yanked another trophy off the floor. "Every time she does something like this it's an 'accident.'" She slammed the thropy down on the shelf, all of Lana's transgressions, both minor and major, coming back to her in a flood. The time she used one of Lola's dresses to clean that nasty, shedding Rex; the time she knocked her over to ger