(Note: Originally, this fic was a one-shot, but after a few weeks and only two reviews, I started wondering why I didn't get any more. It was then that I came to the only logical conclusion: The blasted thing is too long!!! How could I forget that you never get a decent amount of feedback if your fic is too long!? Heaven forbid anybody should spend an hour or so reading something!
Sarcasm aside, I decided to revise the fic so that it has multiple chapters instead of just one giant chapter. That should make it easier and more convenient for people to read. Nothing in the story will be changed, meaning that there aren't going to be any pre and post-chapter conversations, only the pre and post-story conversations. The only thing that will be changed is the post-story conversation, but that's only to reflect the change.
I guess that's about it. To the people that already read this, I apologize for making you read so much in the previous version.)
Disclaimer: Nothing that is copyrighted belongs to me. Only myself & my fan character. This goes for the whole fic. And if by some weird twist of fate, this fic breaks any of this site's childish and unfair rules, please do the courteous thing and tell me in a review what I did wrong. If it doesn't ruin the artistic quality of the fic, I'll fix it ASAP. I'm usually on all day. At least give me a chance to fix the problem before reporting me.
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Pre-story Conversation
The scene opened inside the studio. Izzy and I were standing on stage in front of an applauding crowd. Behind us was a large, movie-sized screen. After a few seconds, the crowd simmered down.
"Welcome ladies and gentlemen—Are there any gentlemen out there?—to the show!" I started. "Today, I present to you a fic I got the idea for recently."
"Oh really? You usually wait a few months before working on a new idea." Izzy said, crossing his arms. "So what's this little example of chaos gonna be about?"
"Well, the star of this fic is our very own Twister!" I shouted. The crowd cheered at that. I cleared my throat as I prepared for a long explanation.
"As for what the fic is gonna be about, I wanna start by saying this is based on experiences I've had with my younger brother and our constant fights regarding my computer (We have more than one). After he wrecked his computer by getting it infected with viruses, he would always come on mine and download tons of crap while I had programs open! I wouldn't be able to get on for the rest of the day!" I breathed deeply.
"Luckily, I was able to beat him. Of course, it takes a couple of months after I get my computer before I figure out the secret, but that's life."
"So this is about Lars getting a computer and Twister causing all sorts of trouble?" Izzy asked.
"Actually, it'll be the other way around. Lars is going to cause trouble for Twister." I replied before turning to the camera. "Anyway, for this fic, I'm gonna do something a little different. We're gonna film live before a studio audience!" While the crowd roared at that, Izzy gave me a strange look.
'That's weird. Aren't all of his fics done before a live studio audience?' He thought before shrugging.
"As a final note before we begin, there will be some slash in this." To that, my partner slapped his forehead.
"Oy…" He groaned.
"As for the main coupling, it'll be Sam/Twister!" The crowd murmured while Izzy raised an eyebrow at me.
"WHO!?!" He asked, shocked that anybody would actually try that pairing again (only one other person has written a Sam/Twister fic). I crossed my arms at him.
"Ya heard me." I turned to the crowd. "There will also be a secondary coupling. As for who the other two lovebirds are, you're gonna have to read to find out. Enjoy!" The crowd applauded as I waved at the camera.
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Computer Thief!
Chapter One
Twister's Surprise
Ahhhh… Ocean Shores, California. A place where the sun is always shining, except when there's a hurricane. A place where the most extreme live and show off their skills. A place full of skateboarding, roller blading, surfing, and just about any other extreme sport you could think of (Including snowboarding). It's also where our story, like so many others, begins.
At the cul-de-sac where our favorite quartet lives, we see a delivery truck parked in front of Seventy-nine Ozone Street. A couple of men in brown uniforms are seen lugging a couple of heavy-looking boxes up the stairs to the front door. The man in front put down his box with a grunt and grabbed a clipboard before ringing the bell. About a minute or two passed before the door was opened by the man of the household, Raoul Rodriguez.
"Package." The delivery guy said, handing the man in the green suit the clipboard.
"Ah yes. I've been expecting you." Raoul said as he took the clipboard. He signed his name and handed it back before clearing the way. "Right this way." He walked into the house. The men groaned at the fact that they still had to drag the heavy packages, but said nothing as they picked up the boxes and followed Raoul into the house.
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At the bottom of the hill, four teenagers were seen riding up the incline on skateboards.
"Man! What an epic day!" The leader of the group, sixteen year-old Otto Rocket, said to his pals.
"You said it, Rocket Boy!" His sister, seventeen year-old Reggie Rocket, agreed.
"Yeah! And I didn't even beef once!" Sam, "the Squid," Dullard cheered.
"There's a first." Otto muttered.
"And I got great footage!" The last member of the group, Twister Rodriguez, yelled. Like Otto and Sam, he was sixteen. He patted his trusty camera as he sped along.
The group of four was the best of friends. You couldn't find another group with a closer bond, even if you searched the entire planet. You couldn't separate them, no matter how hard you tried. This was especially true for one of the members.
'I'll never leave his side, no matter what.' Twister thought wistfully as he stared at the object of his affections.
The boy in the striped hat was absolutely, positively in love with the smallest member of the group, Sam. The cameraman couldn't figure out what it was that drew him to the blond. Perhaps it's because opposites attract? It would make sense. After all, Sam is the smartest member of the group and Twister is… Alright, so he's got a few screws loose. Don't we all? Well, whatever the reason, the second tallest member of the group has been finding it harder and harder to keep his eyes away from the other boy. That blond hair that has grown loose in recent years. His body, which has gotten slimmer. His cute demeanor. Twister sighed dejectedly.
'No way is he gay. He'd never feel the same way as I do.' He thought with another heavy sigh. He's tried to avoid thinking about the Squid, but nothing worked. He only found himself wanting to be with the blond even more.
Soon, the quartet reached the top of the hill just in time to see a delivery truck leave. The teens skidded to a stop and watched it drive off.
"I wonder who got a package." Otto said.
"Uhhh…hello! It's none of your business!" Reggie scolded.
"Hmmmm…" Sam put a hand to his chin. He then spied some tire tracks that started from the curb by Twister's house. He turned to the boy in question. He was about to speak when he noticed how the sun enhanced Twister's features, making him glow with a golden radiance. Sam was dumbstruck as he stared at the beautiful sight.
"Wow…"
The blond was hopelessly in love with Twister. He just out and out found the boy attractive. His great physique, acquired from years of surfing and shredding. His broad chest. Those freckles. That cute cowlick. But it wasn't just looks that attracted him to Twister. He found the taller boy to be artistic, mainly due to the camera, but there are other things. He's got a great singing voice from his time being on the school choir. He was also great with the drums. Oh wait… Never mind. Sam just remembered how bad his crush was on the drums during that whole No Worries fiasco. Right now, he blushed as he kept his stare on the boy in the striped hat.
"Sam? Sammy!" Reggie's voice broke him out of his trance. Sam shook his head and gave the rest of the group a sheepish glance. The trio was staring at him weirdly. The blond cleared his throat.
"Sorry about that. I was just thinking about something." He sighed with relief when the others took their focus off him. "Anyway, I think the truck came from Twist's house."
"You hear that, dude?" Otto said, nudging his best bro with his elbow. "Your parents probably got you a Whomp Master motorboard!" He grinned, rubbing his hands greedily. Twister returned the grin as he thought about the high speeds he'll travel in.
"Dream on." Reggie said, rolling her eyes. "After what happened a few years ago, do you really think Twister's or any of our parents would get us one of those?"
"No way! I still got the scar from that day!" Sam yelled, shuddering at the memory of going at twenty or thirty miles per hour, only to crash and get a broken arm out of the whole ordeal. Twister frowned at the blond's fright before moving towards his house.
"Well, I guess I'll go and see what they got." He said. "It's probably a thigh master or something for Mom. Later guys." He waved at them.
"Later Twist!" The others waved back. Twister walked up the stairs and entered the house. When he walked into the living room, he found his older brother, nineteen year-old Lars, sprawled across the sofa. The brunet sat up when he noticed the younger boy. He glared at Twister.
"It's about time you showed up. Mom and Dad said they got a surprise for us."
"A surprise?" Twister smiled. Maybe he is going to get a Whomp Master, after all! The smile faded though as he went over what Lars just said. Whatever his mom and dad got for him would have to be shared with his older brother. That means that if it is the coveted motorboard, he wouldn't be seeing any riding time.
"So, any ideas?" He asked Lars. The older boy shrugged and crossed his arms.
"Of course not. It better be good though. That's all I'm saying."
"Lars! Maurice! Could you come in here?" Their mother's voice said. The brothers looked at each other before walking over to the office of their home. Sandy and Raoul were standing in the doorway. Twister tried to look around them to see the surprise, but failed.
"Maurice, Lars," Raoul started. "We fell that since school is starting to get harder—"
"Tell me about it!" Lars yelled. This outburst earned him a cold glare from the two adults.
"—You'll need something to help with your schoolwork."
"As well as something for fun or when things get boring." Sandy continued.
"So what'd you get us?" Twister asked anxiously. Sandy and Raoul grinned at each other before stepping out of the way. Lars and Twister stepped through the doorway. What awaited them was a truly amazing sight.
It was a brand new computer! The tower stood at thirty-six inches. It was on the side of the office's desk. On the desk was a twenty-four inch flat panel monitor. In front of it was a keyboard and next to that was a mouse. A printer was on a separate shelf, as well as a scanner. Finally, between the monitor were two speakers. Everything was black and had the name "Dell" on it. To a non-athletic person (and Sam & Reggie), the entire set up was awe-inspiring.
Lars and Twister, however, were unimpressed.
"You…got a computer…" The younger one said unenthusiastically. He looked at the device closely. He was half expecting the guy from the old commercials to pop out of nowhere and say, "Dude! You got a Dell!"
"Why yes." Sandy said sweetly. "What did you think we got you, one of those dangerous motor skateboards?"
"Oh no, of course not." Twister replied, looking to the side.
"Good. Because if I ever see you on one of those things, you'll be grounded til you're my age!"
"And that's pretty old." Raoul commented.
::SLAP!::
"Raoul!" Sandy shouted, putting her hand down.
"Ouch… Couldn't resist?" Raoul tried with a sheepish grin and a shrug. He rubbed the red handprint on his face.
"We'll talk later." The woman hissed coldly before turning to her children. "Now then, we got this computer so that we can join the twenty-first century."
"It's about time if you ask me." Lars muttered. Sandy glared at him.
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that. We also got this computer so that you'll be able to type up reports." She faced Twister. "So you don't have to go to your friend Sam to type up essays." Twister winced inwardly at that.
'But I like going to Sammy's to type up essays…' He loved going to his crush's house for help on those long assignments and also to admire the blond when he wasn't looking. But now those days were a thing of the past. He sighed.
"And of course, you can use the Internet for research." Raoul said, turning to Lars. "So you don't have to go to the library."
"Thank God. I hate going to that—Blech!—book place." The brunet practically spit out those last two words with utter disgust. "So what else could we do on this thing?"
"Well…" Sandy started, pulling out a long—And I mean LONG!—list. "For one thing, we got a DSL connection. That means that web sites will load fast and we'll be able to receive phone calls while online. We also got a CD burner."
"You mean it!?" Lars yelled with excitement.
Now he can download music instead of having to go to the music store and dish out twenty bucks for an album like an honest person. Sandy nodded. She then proceeded to read over the features of the new piece of electrical equipment. It contained such features as a DVD player, DVD burner, and all of the Microsoft Office programs, among many other features.
"And also, we asked to get a very expensive art program, so that it'll make editing your videos much easier and more efficient." She told Twister, who grinned.
"Alright! Now I'm gonna make some totally sick skate movies!" He cheered. Now he can add tons of graphics to his videos. He'll make Otto look so good, he'll get an Oscar without even having to debut his movie at a theater!
'Hey wait…' He thought suddenly. 'I can make the Squid look totally hot!' His grin widened. All he'd have to do is film Sam on a good day, edit the shots a bit, add tons of cool special effects, and then show it to the boy of his dreams! It'll be a foolproof plan!
'Sammy would love it and maybe we can get together!' He put on a dreamy expression at the prospect.
"And finally, we have an antivirus program." Sandy finished, putting away the list. "We'll be protected from anything that's potentially dangerous for our computer."
"Now then, everything is all set." Raoul said as he and his wife started leaving. "Remember to take turns every hour or so. No fighting."
"Don't worry, you guys. Me and Maurice will be completely fair about taking turns." Lars reassured. Twister noticed that he had his fingers crossed behind his back. The younger brother groaned inwardly.
::PAUSE!::
"Well, that was a boring start." Izzy said, gesturing to the audience, who were snoring. I gulped nervously.
"Don't worry folks! The comedy will pick up soon!" I gulped again. "…I hope."
