A/N- Hello Evvverbodyyyyy! Just like how I promised, here is the first chapter to my story (whistles and applause from the audience). Thank you thank you, I know, I'm excited as well. I hope you enjoy this first chapter and I really don't care if you review, but it will help give me some feedback. I'm really sorry this is super late. I had Spring Break and I was catching up on stuff. Again I'm really sorry. Please forgive me :-( I hope you all like this chapter. It's short and there might be some mistakes since I hurried and tried to publish this fast. Sorry about that too. The next chapter will be more polished. So anyway, read and enjoy!

P.S. This story will be told in different point of views, but it's going to mostly be told from Reggie's. Duh! The title says it all :). I will let you know when it does change P. . Please proceed to reading.

Disclaimer: I do not own Rocket Power because if I did the show would still be on T.V I do however own this story. I'm just borrowing the characters to make a plot of my own :)

"Blushing For All the Right Reasons"

There's no kindness in your eyes,

the way you look at me, it's just not right.

I can tell what's going on this time,

there's a stranger in my life.

~Hilary Duff, "Stranger"~

*beep beep beep* I flash open my eyes instantly, wondering what was making that awful loud noise. I turn to my right, oh yes, my alarm clock. I sit up from my bed and turn it off. I see in big red numbers that it was barely eight o' clock. I rolled my eyes and laid back down. How could I set my alarm for eight on a Sunday morning? Oh yeah I forgot, tomorrow is the first day of school I'm supposed to be doing everything imaginable today, like surfing, mountain biking, rollerblading, skateboarding, and playing hockey before I end up with piles of homework.

I am going to be a Junior, along with my best friend Sammy and my other girlfriends like Trish and Sherry. I was interrupted by my thoughts when someone was knocking on my door rather annoyingly I might add.

"What do you want Otto!?" I half-way scream, knowing it was him because I'm supposed to be doing everything imaginable with him and Sam today.

Otto opened the door eagerly and crossed his arms. "Hello? Earth to Reggie? Get up! I know you heard your alarm go off."

I sat up from my bed and gave Otto a nasty look. I noticed that he was already dressed up in his gear. Maroon shorts, v-neck yellow shirt, white sneakers, and his signature sunglasses. Yup, he's totally prepared for today.

"No Rocket boy, I didn't forget about today. I was actually getting up." I said to him, trying to fight a yawn from escaping my mouth. Of course, Otto noticed.

"If it wasn't for me coming in here, you'll probably still be in bed." He argued.

Part of that was true, but I refuse to let him know that. After all, he is my little brother and little brothers are never right compared to big sisters. "Don't start Otto, it's too early to argue with you. I'll be down in a minute. Go do something useful like practicing on the half-pipe." The half-pipe is Otto's weakness. I knew I got him there.

"Okay fine, but hurry up, we're burning daylight." Otto said while walking out of my room. I heard his footsteps while he was walking downstairs, knowing that he was heading to his destination.

I sighed. "This is going to be a long day." I told myself out loud. I am actually looking forward to today. Hanging out with my brother isn't that bad, even though I will would never admit it to anyone else. Otto is going to be a Sophomore this year. We're about a year apart, which is why I think we get along so well. Even though we're siblings, we have very different traits.

Otto loves winning, it's like his whole life. If he loses, be prepared to suffer for a very long time. He competes and everything and he usually wins. Nobody in Ocean Shores has met his match yet (with the exception of me) and I hope I'm not here when somebody does because hell would break loose. Otto only focuses on competitions which is why he doesn't date, at least that's his reason for it. He told me that a girlfriend would be a distraction towards him, but yet he still sleeps around. I don't like knowing about my brother's sex life, but Ocean Shores High isn't that big and news travels fast. Personally I think he has trust issues, but that's just me.

As for myself I'm just your average high school girl, but then again what is average? I'm a cheerleader, much to my dismay, but my friends talked me into it. Cheerleading is consider a sport so I can just add that to my list of sports I do. I'm on the volleyball team, been captain since Sophomore year. The yearbook committee is my getaway from everything because I love writing. I'm very passionate about writing. So passionate that I have my own magazine that I publish with the help of my co-editor Sam Dullard. "The Zine" is the name of my magazine. Many people read it and I get really good feedback on it. Even if I didn't, I would still write, nothing could take away my writing.

I stretch my arms out and decide I better get ready before my brother comes and nags on me again. I walk over to my dresser and pull out my green army pants, my pink Rocket logo shirt, and lay them out on the bed . I go into my personal restroom and brush my teeth. I splash water on face to wake me up and to get the crust out of my eyes. I go back into my room and change into the clothes I laid out for myself. I grab a pair of socks from my dresser and put on my pink sneakers. I go back into the bathroom and run a brush through my long, burgundy hair. Even though I'm not a girly girl, I still try to look nice. I put on a little bit of eyeliner and mascara to brighten up my eyes. I walk into my room and grab my blue sunglasses from my night stand and rest them on top of my head. I retrieve my skateboard from the back of my door and I'm finally ready to enjoy the last day of freedom for me.

I make my way downstairs and head to the kitchen. I'm guessing that Raymundo hasn't woken up yet, considering it is a Sunday and the Shore Shack is closed on Sundays. My dad knows where Otto and I will be at today. We do this every year, it's more like a tradition for us. I open one of the cabinet doors and grab a granola bar since I can't make a real breakfast for myself. I peel the wrapper open and take a bite out of it. I set the granola bar on the kitchen counter top and grab a glass from another cabinet. I walk over to the refrigerator and pour myself a glass of milk. I take at least five gulps before I set the glass into the sink. I grab my half eaten granola bar from the counter and head for the front door.

I step out into the sun, slowly rising from the horizon. I remind myself that it will look like this for the rest of the year, considering that Otto and I have to get up for school. I look around the neighborhood and I start to think that everything has been boring since Mr. and Mrs. Stimpleton have moved out of their house. They left for Arizona since it was more warmer and quieter (as Mr. Stimpleton would put it) for both Merv and Violet to retire. But, I don't think Violet isn't going to retire for awhile. She cried when she left. She gave all of us a hug and I swear I saw Mr. Stimpleton cry as well. Now the house is occupied by an obnoxious punk kid named James. He's sixteen years old, like Otto and he's a big trouble-maker. Him and his "possy" like to get high and get drunk mostly every day. They've skipped school and I don't know why their parents don't do anything about it. Either they don't know, don't care, or don't know what to do with a kid like that. I'm really glad Otto and I didn't turn out like that.

Anyway, he lives next door to us and I swear that house smells like weed when I pass by it. Maybe it's all in my head. Who knows? I look over next to Sammy's house. Quiet and sweet Sammy. My best guy friend. I don't know what I would do without him. He should be coming by any minute.

I walk over to the homemade half-pipe Otto, Sammy, and I did when we were kids. It's still in good shape surprisingly. I see Otto gain huge air, I wonder if I would mess him up if I...

"Rocket boy!" I shout out his name as he snags the edge of the half-pipe. He tumbles down the half-pipe, skidding his kneepads across the wood. That has to hurt. He gives me a look that could freeze over hell.

"Reggie! You did that on purpose." He says angrily as he scoops up his skateboard and hops of the half-pipe. I snicker in response. "It's not funny Rocket girl." He argues, which makes me laugh even more.

"I have no idea what you're talking about Otto. Whatever do you mean?"

Otto growls at me, but his face expression softens as we looks directly across the street. I give him a puzzled look until I turn to the direction he was looking at. I noticed that there was a mover's van and they were carrying boxes into the house.

"Someone must be moving in." Otto says as he skates towards the end of the driveway.

I follow him to the driveway and stand right next to him. Someone was definitely moving in. The movers were carrying sofas, tv's, and other furniture into the house. The house was fairly big. It's a two-story house, so it has enough room for at least four or more people.

"Hey guys!" I hear someone yell.

Otto and I turn to the direction of the voice and we noticed Sam coming over. He had his skateboard in hand and his helmet placed on the top of his head.

"Hey Squid" Otto greeted Sam as he finally made his way over to us.

We call Sam Squid because he was the new kid on the block. It was suppose to be just a nickname for us only, but everybody started catching on. Sam didn't like the idea at first, but he got over it. Now he loves the name Squid, but it's really rare when I call him that. I still call him Sam or Sammy.

"Hey Sammy, did you notice we have new neighbors?" I asked him.

Sam set his skateboard down and cleaned his glasses. "Yeah, I noticed. My mom said she saw the couple helping the movers carry some stuff in. She said they looked Hispanic."

If it's one thing, Sam's mom is the nosiest women in Ocean Shores. She knows mostly everything about everyone. If you want to know the latest gossip, then go to her for the news updates.

"I wonder if they have any kids." Otto asked. I could tell where this was heading.

"What's the point? You'll probably whoop them in every sport anyway." I said while looking over to the house. I'm wondering if they do have any kids and if they do, what are they like?

"Who said anything about sports. Can't a guy wonder if they have kids?" Otto asked all too innocently.

"Please" Sam said rolling his eyes "don't act like you don't want to know if they have kids with athletic abilities."

I laughed at Sam's remark to Otto. It was true though. Otto didn't care if they had kids. He cared if they had kids with athletic abilities.

I tuned them out when Otto replied to Sam. I noticed two boys in the front of the house. One was a little bit shorter than the other and it looked like they were having an argument. The taller boy looked like he was scowling at his brother I assume. The shorter boy just stood there looking around, seeming like he didn't care. He had a stripped brown and yellow hat on and his red/orange hair was coming out from the sides. He looked in my direction and we held each other's gaze until he shoved his brother with shoulder and started walking into the house.

I turned to look at Sam and Otto, who noticed the conflict as well.

"What was that all about?" Otto asked

"It looked like they were having some kind of argument." Sam piped up.

I was biting my lower lip and kept looking where the brown and yellow hat boy was standing. His brother shook his head and headed into the house as well.

"Reggie? Why is your face red?" Otto asked randomly.

I blinked a couple of times and saw Otto raising his eyebrow at me. I lifted my hand up to my cheek and noticed that my faces were hot. I was blushing! Why the hell was I blushing for? Then it hit me. The boy and in the striped hat looked at me. I was blushing because he looked at me? I haven't even met the guy and he's making me blush. I think I'm blushing because I felt embarrassed. Yeah, that's it. I'm embarrassed because it felt like I was ease-dropping on their conversation. Yup, nothing more.

"Uhh it's probably just the sun." I shrugged him off.

"Well if it's nothing, can we start having fun now?" Otto asked impatiently.

"You're always impatient Otto." Sam said while skating in front of us.

"I am not!" Otto yelled and skated after him.

I got on my board and looked at the house one more time. If I knew one thing, this was going to be an interesting year.