And the Rainbow Hearts

And the Rainbow Hearts
Lisa Clark

Lola and her Pink Ladies are officially a band! But are they good enough to compete in the Missy Magazine Battle of the Bands and meet the super cute, super cool guitar god Tom Tootie?Join Lola on the another rollercoaster of friendship, guitar strings and pink hairdye!Lola Love’s star is on the up! Now she’s rocking out on the gee-tar with new buds Bell, Sadie and her BF Angel, she really feels like she has found her niche.But will pink hair dye, three chords and a bucket full of positive thinking be enough for their band, The Rainbow Hearts, to win the Missy Magazine Battle of the Bands? Top prize - a meeting with one Mr Tom Tootie - Lola’s guitar god idol boy and only boy-type in the whole world yummier than Jake Farrell!The girls needs to agree on a song and fast or Eva Satine and her band of Negative Ninas will scoop the prize and Lola’s brand-spanking new good mood to boot.The second Lola Love story from the author of cool life guides for today’s pink ladies, Think Pink, Beauty*Licious, It’s a Girl Thing and Viva la Diva, Lisa Clark, this funny, fearless and fabulous story is the perfect pick me up for anyone a little bit confused about that pesky thing called life.

Lola Love

and theRainbow

Hearts

By

Lisa Clark

www.lolasland.com

Love and the Rainbow Hearts Lola Lave and The Rainbow Hearts Sending glitter filled hugs of fabulousness to: All the Pink Ladies who have picked up this Lola book—rock out! The best air-guitar playin’ boy, EVAH—Burts. Ed-girl Lindsey far not kickin’ my bee-hind too hard and for eating Dim Sum with me when I was sad. Jared Leto—for being my Tom Tootie. My Popahongo—Dad, thanks far initiating me in all things musically coal and I’m really sorry I scribbled aver your Beatles autographs in crayon when I was 5! Mix tape girl far giving me the 101 on being in a band—mwoaah! Sarah Rocks—far making coal tunes, for being a total rock star and far being my go-to-girl ‘bout all things guitar and girl!

Contents

Chapter one (#u6aec7498-5331-5dc4-956d-c3a170c5c9a4)

Chapter two (#uc4c6bbb4-7c77-58ec-b936-1a3e610ec87c)

Chapter three (#ue5c836b1-fde8-5623-8f6b-2d2123ab9271)

Chapter four (#u945c1bcc-1940-568f-a77c-b88e8a362b36)

Chapter five (#ue58f4e3c-65d1-5c98-aed0-5d920ce9f5c1)

Chapter six (#u2e528d11-9c20-5d0a-b39e-8a9b9d173692)

Chapter seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter twenty (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter twenty one (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter twenty two (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter One (#u2051d405-ed3d-587c-be5c-dee3dd6aa88d)

“Lola, I must be dreaming—pinch me, pinch me!” Sadie demands holding out her petite, doll-like arm in my direction.

Sadie is far too cute to ever be pinched, and as a rule, I am not a pincher, but it seems my gal pal has developed what I can only describe as a touch of the crazy-excitedness, so I’m thinking that a teeny-weeny pinch might be just the thing to calm her down.

“Ow,” she scowls, rubbing hard at the just-been-pinched-by-Lola spot. “I didn’t actually mean it…”

Oh, maybe not then.

The cause of Sadie’s crazy-excitedness? Tom Tootie.

Sigh.

Tom Tootie, nicknamed Tootie Cuti by…well, just Sadie and me probably, is the lead singer and guitar god for our current band of choice, The Tootie.

He is the only boy type in the whole wide world who is yummier than Jake Farrell.

Sigh. Thud.

Previously, I thought that Ooh-la-la Frenchville Charlie, the super cute-shop-assistant, was totally worthy of my crushin’ and maybe even a contender to Jake’s throne, but sadly, it was not to be. While I love the fact he can recite EVERY word to all my favourite Audrey Hepburn movies, according to Angel, my BFF and his next-door neighbour, he can spend an hour or more in the bathroom—every day. You couldn’t actually date someone who took longer to get ready than you, could you?

Not really.

He does, however, make quite possibly the cutest arm-accessory though. And he has an Ooh-la-la Frenchville accent.

And he will pay you compliments, as every boy-type should.

According to Bella, my Americano gal pal and punk-trash guitar-playing princess, when deciding on a potential boy-type to hang with, you should ALWAYS make sure that they come with a built-in compliment-giving facility, because, apparently, it does not come as standard with all makes of boy. If they don’t have it, she says that you must send them back and demand a new model. Bella is significantly older than me, she’s 16, that makes her an expert in just about absolutely everything.

Anyway, where was I?