AN: This isn't supposed to be like, a set up for an arc, or anything like that. The point of this story is to not do arcs, hehe, its supposed to be something I just goof around with when I feel inclined to do so. But I also say that kind of thing a lot, so who knows?
"F...F-five!" Lola squeaked, thrusting the barbell up with every ounce of strength she could muster from her delicate, slender arms. Her moment of triumph was distressingly short lived, however, as her arms immediately began to wobble, threatening to collapse under the weight of her burden. Fortunately, as always, Lola wasn't alone, and the instant it seemed that she might lose her grip, the weight abated.
"I've got it." Said Lana, motioning for Lola to let go. "Take a break, Lola." The would-be princess acquiesced and released her grip, leaving Lana's single hand being the sole thing keeping the barbell held aloft. Not visibly bothered by the weight, her much brawnier twin effortlessly hefted the metal bar and locked it back into place.
"You're doing good." Lana said, encouragingly. "That was a really great set for your first time. Now you just need to rest a bit, and then we'll—"
"I hate this!" Lola groaned, flopping down on the bench with some what more drama than was strictly necessary. "Why am I putting myself through this torture?"
"...Because you signed up for that Little Miss Universe pageant." Lana supplied, somewhat confused. "That was a thing you did. Like, only a couple of hours ago. You might be overworking yourself if you've already forgotten."
"I was being rhetorical, Lana!" Lola grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest and huffing in annoyance. "And I had to once I found out that Lindsey Sweetwater had signed up. Probably thinks she might have a chance at winning for once if I'm not involved, I couldn't let that stand!"
"Well, it's a fitness competition." Came Lana's terse reply. "So if you want to show her up, you're going to have to put the work in." She gave her sister a smirk and flexed her arm. "Unless you want me to stand in for you, that is."
Being more inclined towards outdoor activities, Lana enjoyed a much more robust physique than her twin. At 14 years old, Lola Loud looked like she had been purposefully constructed to be the first thing to show up when "jail bait" was entered into a search engine, a fact that had aided the FBI countless times without her knowledge. Her youthful face, slender frame, delicate and meticulously maintained skin, and her continued penchant for dressing entirely in pink contrasted sharply with the shapely hips and full breasts that were commonly enjoyed by the women of the Loud family, resulting in a combination most often characterized as "nut busting", a term which would undoubtedly appear in her high school yearbook for a variety of reasons. Lana, by contrast, enjoyed those same genetic gifts, further tempered by a childhood spent roaming the more rural areas Royal Woods, wrestling alligators, and scrapping with the occasional bear unfortunate enough to cross her path. Though she lacked Lola's soft, feminine features, her amazonian build and jovial, easy-going nature had caused the girl to attract her own admirers, and more than a few high school boys had expressed a desire to be swept up in her well muscled arms and carried off, come what may.
"Hard pass." Lola grunted, waiving dismissively. "The hardest pass, in fact. I'd still have to put in the work at some point, otherwise people would get suspicious when I suddenly reverted back to my normal, perfect self after the pageant." She rolled on her side and slapped her shapely bottom for emphasis, which, as always, proceeded to wiggle exactly three times before coming to a stop, a feat Lola had achieved through months of meticulous dieting.
"Well, then your only options are to gut it out, or pull out of the pageant." Lana said, sighing in exasperation.
"Ugh, but this sucks!" Lola exclaimed, pulling out pageant pout no. 39, Distressed, but self assured. "I'm not a...a gorilla like you! I'm not cut out for this kind of...work." She spat out the last word and grimaced, as if tasting something especially foul.
Lana wasn't amused. "Look." She growled. "We've been over this. Me not liking the same girly stuff that you do doesn't make me a monkey!"
Lola tapped her chin thoughtfully. "I was actually referring to that time you literally threw your poop at someone."
"That wasn't mine, it was Charles'! And I told you, he was trying to take my banana!"
"Whatever." Lola sat up and lightly hopped to her feet. "I'm done for today. I think I'm gonna go find Linky."
"He's busy." Lana supplied, shrugging. "Otherwise I'd have gotten him to help with this. He owes me some face time, and you're less of a brat when he's around, it would have been a win/win."
"Pshaw." Lola waved her off. "He'll make time for me. I'll just limp on over to him, beg him to take his poor, tired sister in his strong, manly arms, and then—"
"There she is! After her!"
Before Lola could express her displeasure towards the angry shouting that had so rudely interrupted her, Lynn somersaulted into the room, a familiar looking white-haired young man clasped tightly in her arms.
"Lola. Lana." She said, giving a slight bow to the twins. "Just FYI, I got into this whole thing with Sam...one thing lead to another, and now I'm kinda kidnapping Lincoln." She proffered their distressed brother.
"Again?" Lana sighed in annoyance. "I'm never gonna get my date at this rate."
"No worries Lans, I respect your gumption." Lynn assured her. "I'll fight ya for him fair and square. Just fill out the standard challenge forms and submit them to Lisa for processing." A commotion from the hallway caused the sportiest Loud to glance behind her, warily. "And with that we'll be going. Toodles."
"Why doesn't anyone ever let me walk in this gym?!" Lincoln asked nobody in particular as the sportiest Loud whisked him away. Moments later a stampede of angry young women charged through the room in hot pursuit.
"Crowd's bigger than usual." Lana observed. "When did Lincoln pull in the Yates girls?" She began turning back to her twin. "Well, since you're giving up, I'm gonna go run my mud wrestling...drills..." She trailed off, surprised to see that Lola had once again taken up her position on the bench, barbells clinched tightly in her well manicured fists.
"Get over here Lana!" Lola barked. "And grab some more weights while you're at it!"
"More?" Lana asked in disbelief. "A few minutes ago you could barely handle what was already on there!"
"Yes." Lola chuckled darkly. "But this just became a competition. And Lola Loud never backs down from a competition."