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Pre-story Conversation
The scene opened in the studio. A desk and couch were at the left corner while, opposite from them, a band played a jazzy rendition of the Rocket Power theme song. They were all in front of a backdrop that had Ocean Shores pictured on it. The crowd roared and applauded as Izzy, Iggy, and I ran out on stage. The band stopped playing as we skidded to a stop in the center of the stage and got into our standard poses. Izzy had his arms crossed and a sneer on his face while Iggy and I had grins on our faces. The crowd soon quieted down, allowing us to talk.
"Hey everybody!" I shouted, waving at the crowd. The audience cheered at me.
"Hi folks!" Iggy added, jumping up and down before giving a wink and a peace sign. The girls in the crowd went nuts at his cute antics.
"Hmph! How's it going?" Izzy said in his oh-so-charming way.
Needless to say, nobody said or did anything. Crickets were heard chirping for a moment or two before someone tossed a can of soda (that was still full) at him. It crashed into his head, causing a lump to form as it fell into his hand. He held his lump with the other hand as he growled at the crowd.
"Why you…!.!.!"
"Chill bro!" Iggy interrupted. "Somebody just wanted to give ya a gift!"
"Right… A gift…" An unsure voice was heard from the crowd. Iggy, not hearing the comment, grinned at his brother.
"Drink up!"
"Grrrrr… Fine." Izzy grumbled, preparing to open the can. "But whoever tossed it shoulda at least had the decency to have a stage hand give it to me or something…"
He lifted the tab…
°Phhhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiissssssssssshhhhhhhhhh!.!.!°
The audience howled with laughter as a geyser of soda splashed all over him! Sticky and dripping coke, he snarled, pulled out his mallet, and started to stomp towards the crowd with it held up above his head. I sighed as I pulled out my own mallet and grabbed a battlechip.
"Wave battlechip in! Download!"
As soon as I inserted the chip into my mallet, a blue aura surrounded it. Just was Izzy was getting ready to attack, I slammed my weapon into the floor. When it touched the ground, a river's worth of water came gushing out towards the boy in the form of a grand wave! Izzy was about to jump towards the crowd when he saw the shadow of the incoming attack. He slowly turned around and felt his eyes go wide in fear at the sight of it. He then put on an irritated look.
"Crap…" He said, taking a deep breath.
°SPLASH!.!.!°
He was completely and totally submerged by the attack. The audience was unharmed of course, thanks to a special glass wall that rose up out of the floor at the last second. The water soon drained out of the studio, revealing the irate teen. His hair was covering his eyes while the rest of him was now dripping water. He spat out a stream (and curiously a fish or two) before glowering at me. I stood completely unnerved.
"Chill, Izzy. We gotta introduce the fic!"
Izzy sighed as he was handed a towel. "Well, at least I'm not sticky anymore…" He groaned, proceeding to dry himself off.
"Atta boy!" I complimented, turning to the crowd. "Anyway, this story was sorta inspired by the same request Silent Whisper gave me awhile back."
"Aw God no!"
"Alright!" Iggy cheered, punching the air. "It's another Sam/Lars fic!"
The crowd cheered at that.
"Have mercy boss!" Izzy begged, kneeling in front of me. "Don't do it! Don't pair them up! …Again."
"Sorry, partner." I said, shrugging. "You know that when I get a good idea, especially one for a slash fic, I gotta go through with it no matter what."
"But you haven't even finished Rocket Heroes yet!"
"Don't remind me…" I sighed. "Trust me, I wanna get back to work on that fic and finish it. But I gotta do this one first before I can continue it."
"Don't ya know what happens whenever you write a fic with that pairing!.?.!"
"Uhhh… Yeah." I answered, blinking. "Otto/Twister winds up being the secondary pairing. What about it?"
He slapped his head. "Not that, ya idiot! Every time you pair up Four Eyes and Lars, I suffer at the end!"
"Hey!" Iggy protested. "Whaddya doing calling Sammy-Sam that!.?"
"I'll call him whatever I want, ya twerp!" Izzy retorted, turning away with his nose held high.
Iggy growled at his brother and took out his plastic, toy-like mallet before turning to me. "Can I?"
I shrugged. "Knock yourself out."
The boy grinned as he turned towards his older sibling and took out a battlechip.
"Bubbler battlechip in! Download!"
Once he put the chip inside his hammer, it glowed with a bluish aura and transformed into what seemed like a bubble gun of sorts. Iggy targeted Izzy and pulled the trigger. A blue beam shot out of the nozzle and rocketed towards the older boy. Izzy didn't even see it coming until it was too late. He was hit by the beam and knocked into the wall. The audience shouted their approval as the taller brunet, spitting out bubbles all the while, struggled to stand. He glared at Iggy coldly when he saw the younger one's mallet transform back to normal.
"That does it! You're gonna pay!"
He grabbed his weapon and ran head on towards Iggy, who dashed towards him as well. Both brothers charged at each other with their hammers drawn back. When then collided, a dust cloud enveloped them as sounds of fighting were heard. Blushing in embarrassment, I sighed and turned to the camera.
"They'll be at it all day, ladies and germs. Anyway, this fic will center around Lars as he takes one of our greatest gifts for granted; his sight. He will learn a valuable lesson, which is 'Never judge a book by its cover.' …At least, I think that's the lesson…" I shook my head. "He'll learn this lesson the hard way when he finds himself alienated from his friends. All alone in the world, he will depend on the most unexpected person for solace. Can they find happiness in each other? Read on to find out!"
The crowd cheered and applauded as the camera whited out.
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Two Extra Eyes
Chapter One
Uncle Manuel
"Ok, mom! We're gonna go out now!" Twister Rodriguez called to his mother as the two boys prepared to leave.
"Alright, Mauricio!" Sandy, his mother, replied from the kitchen. "Don't stay out too long you two!"
"Oh don't worry, we won't!" Otto Rocket said, winking mischievously at the other boy, who snickered. Sandy stuck her head out from the kitchen and gave them a wary look.
"Can't you two hold it for at least a couple more days?"
"Awwwwwww!.!.!" Otto moaned.
"Moooooooom" Twister whined. His mother rolled her eyes exasperatedly at their antics.
"Oh very well. Just promise me you'll at least use protection."
The boys grinned at her statement of permission.
"No prob, Mrs. Rodriguez!" The shorter of the two shouted, giving her a thumbs-up.
"Thanks mom!" The taller added, running up to his mom and hugging her. She returned the embrace before directing him towards his boyfriend.
"Now run along, you two. And be back no later than six, Mauricio!"
"Got it, mom!" Twister complied as he ran out of the house, giggling all the while.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Rodriguez! I'll take good care of him!" Otto reassured, also giggling as he ran after his lover.
She smiled and waved after her future son-in-law. When the door was closed, she went back to cooking shaking her head and chuckling all the while.
As the delicious aroma of pork chops and vegetables wafted throughout the house, one person growled in complete and total irritation.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Rodriguez! I'll take good care of him!" The boy imitated Otto's voice and scoffed. "Stupid little twerp."
This boy was none other than Lars Rodriguez, one of the most feared teenagers in the town of Ocean Shores, California. He was nearly six feet tall and wore his trademark purple shirt with the red star, green shorts, gray hat, and red converse sneakers. He crossed his arms and grunted indignantly as he went over the conversation that just transpired in the house's front hall with disgust and distaste.
He pretty much hated his brother and his best bro. That hatred multiplied five-fold when he discovered them making out one day on Twister's bed with only their shorts on. It wasn't that he was against the redheads' sexuality or anything; he was gay himself. He just despised them. He wasn't sure what it was he hated the most. Was it the fact that his mother had forbade him from making fun of them ever since they confessed their relationship many months ago? Was it the fact that his rival was over every, single day? Was it the fact that the two boys almost always sat on the couch and talked about nothing while occasionally stealing a kiss? He hated them extra for that little offense.
It usually happened while he was sitting in the same room doing homework or plotting some kind of prank. It was the sound of their lips meeting that aggravated him to no end. All that squishing, sloshing, mashing, and let's not forget the moaning and pillow talk! It was enough to drive the brunet mad! He was always left with a massive headache by the time Otto left (but not before Twister serenaded him, MUCH to Lars' displeasure!). He had an even worse headache during those few times that the one in the headband slept over there. He even lost sleep on those nights.
Whatever the reason, he couldn't stand those two. Not in the very least. There have been times when he sorely wanted them to break up or, even better, beat them both up until they stop being so lovey-dovey! But alas, neither one of those things were going to happen any time soon. For one, their love was simply too strong. You'd have to try something really, really drastic to break that up. Lars just simply wasn't willing to plan something like that just for peace of mind. After all, he'd be out the door in two years. He could survive til then. …Right?
Second, beating them up wasn't an option. Ever since they got together, Otto has been considered a member of the family. That means that he got all the perks of being a Rodriguez, including flan at dinner, being invited to parties and family reunions, and let's not forget immunity from Lars. If he tried anything, they would run to Sandy, who would scold the brunet til the wee hours of the morning. He shuddered at that thought. He's hardly ever in the mood to hear one of his mother's boring and mind numbing lectures nowadays, especially because of all the extra work he's had to do as a junior.
With a final grunt and a sneer, he decided to drop the subject and concentrate on watching TV. He sighed and sat there in peace. There was nothing more soothing than watching the troubles of teens and young adults that weren't you. About twenty or so minutes passed before he heard a shocked gasp.
"Lars!" The brunet's mother shouted. "Don't sit so close to the TV! You'll hurt your eyes!"
"Aw mom! I'm fine!" The sixteen year-old protested, turning away from his program, Real World: Alaska, to face his mother. He was currently sitting on the floor not even a foot away from the TV. "I don't wanna miss this part!"
"Now Lars! Don't you know what happens when you sit in front of the TV?.! You'll go blind, just like your Uncle Manuel!"
"But mom—"
The glare his mother sent him stopped him dead in his tracks. Gritting his teeth and growling, he reluctantly sat on the couch. He crossed his arms and waited for Sandy to leave before moving right back to his original position just in time to witness a great make out scene between two guys onscreen.
The next day…
"Tchahahahahahaha!.!.!" Lars laughed teasingly after making the winning shot in the latest hockey match between his team, the Lasers, and his rival's, the Rockets. "I knew me and my boys were gonna beat ya dorks!"
"You just got lucky, Lars!" Twister retorted.
"It ain't luck, shrimp!"
"It's skill, which you don't have!" Pi supplied, giving a nasally laugh. Sputz gave a hard-to-understand agreement and joined in the laughing. Animal, meanwhile, just stood there, watching the scene unfold.
"Yeah right! Just ya wait til next time!" Otto defended.
"Ha! Not with that four eyed geek on your team!" Lars countered.
"What'd you say!.?" Reggie demanded. She was helping up Sam, who had tripped as a result of trying to block the brunet's shot. Lars smirked.
"Ya heard me." He said smugly. The girl shook her fists and made to attack.
"Why you—!.!.!"
"It's ok, Reg." Sam stopped her. Reggie faced him with an eyebrow raised.
"You sure, Sammy?"
"Yeah…" Sam replied, nodding as he gave a wistful sigh at the evil brunet, who was busy telling off Otto and Twister. The regal haired girl rolled her eyes. She knew how her best friend can get when it came to the guy he loved. She crossed her arms as she watched the scene.
"Rematch tomorrow, Lars!" Otto demanded. "Same time, same place!"
"Fine, Rocket Dork!" The leader of the opposing team said, his smirk becoming colder. "Just make sure ya get Four Eyes some contacts! Pahahahahahaha!.!.!"
He and the Lasers howled with laughter as they skated away. Otto and Twister glared at them before skating up to Sam to see if he was alright.
"I'm fine guys, really!" He said, waving them away. "You all know how Lars gets." He sighed again.
"Of all the guys Squid coulda fallen for, he falls for him!" Otto said, shaking his head.
"Squid, there's no way Lars is gonna wanna get with you!" Twister added. "I mean, he busts ya for your glasses!"
"Yeah, Sammy." Reggie agreed. "He's just too much of a jerk for ya. He'll probably ignore you and push you to the curb if you ever get together."
"Aw, come on guys." The blond started, waving a dismissive hand. "I know he's like that on the outside, but ya never know. He's probably real soft on the inside."
Silence.
"Pfffffft!.!.! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!.!.!" Otto and Twister doubled over in laughter at that one. Reggie glowered at them.
The trio has known of the bespectacled boy's crush on the one in the gray hat for quite some time. In fact, he divulged his feelings to them the same exact day that Otto and Twister got together. The two redheads told him time and time again that it wouldn't work out. Lars was just too tough for him. But he remained vigilant in his quest for the boy of his dreams. So time and time again, he retorted saying that under all that wickedness, there was a kind, loving person inside. Of course, they laughed at the thought of a kindhearted Lars.
Like them, Reggie knew it was extremely unlikely, but as Sam's best friend, she had to stand behind him. Still, she couldn't help but stifle a chuckle at the idea of the most evil boy in Ocean Shores being together with the most innocent boy (next to Twister anyway). Soon the chuckle turned into uncontrollable laughter as she held her sides. The blond narrowed his eyes at all three of them as they carried on for a bit before quieting down.
"Let's just go to the Shack…" He said through gritted teeth.