Author's Note: Hey. It's been a while since I've wrote a fic and this is my first Rocket Power fic. Oh and ignore any typos or splling errors. I didn't check this super closely so there may be some. ;) Thanks :)
Disclaimer:I do not, in any way, shape, or form, own anything from Rocket Power.
Beep! Beep! Beep! With a groan, twenty-one-year-old Reggie Rocket rolled over and glanced at her alarm clock. 5:00. Ordinarily, she'd roll over and go back to sleep for another hour or two. But this morning she had a sunrise surfing shoot at Rocket Beach and a seven o' clock class at Ocean Shores Community College. Since rising to surfing stardom a few years before when she won the Ocean Shores Open Surfing Competition for the first time, beating the best surfers from all over the country, including Otto, Reggie had to squeeze in classes between photo shoots, interviews, and surfing competitions.
Reggie reluctantly got out of her warm bed and headed to her bathroom to take a shower. Since she only had half an hour before she had to be at the beach, she showered quickly. After stepping out of the shower, Reggie toweled herself off and put on her favorite string bikini under her jean shorts and a green spaghetti strap top. It didn't really matter what she had on since they had a different outfit for her at the shoot anyway.
Reggie tried to walk down the hallway without waking up Otto. But as she walked past his door, she heard him already up and moving around inside. A second later, her twenty-year-old brother stepped out into the hallway. Otto had grown several inches over the last few years. His lean six foot frame towered over Reggie's perfect 5' 6" body. That morning Otto had thrown on a pair of jean shorts and a hoodie. Reggie was sure that her brother wasn't wearing a shirt under his hoodie because Otto rarely missed a chance to show off his deep tan and the six pack he had developed from so many years of playing every imaginable sport.
"Hey, Reg. Where are you going so early?"
"I've got a photo shoot down at the beach this morning. I have to be there in ten minutes. What about you?"
"I usually take Demon for a run while it's still cool." Demon was their huge German Shepherd.
"Okay. Well, have fun," Reggie said, heading toward the steps.
"You too. We might stop by and see you."
"Oh, and don't forget that you have class with me this morning, Otto. Dad will totally freak if you bail again. And you're supposed to give Twister a ride to class. It starts at seven."
"Yeah, I remember Reggie. See you later," he said as Reggie started down the steps.
Reggie headed out to her car, a purple Honda Tiburon. Ordinarily she would walk to the beach, but she didn't know how long the shoot would last and she couldn't afford to be late to class. She had bought the car with her competition winnings and money she got from her sponsors. She slid into the smooth black leather seat and started the car. Minutes later she was at the beach.
The sky was just beginning to turn a lighter shade of blue when she got out of the car at the beach. She walked across the beach, her feet sinking deep into the smooth, cool sand. The beach was deserted, except for the people working on the photo shoot. Reggie knew that later in the day, the beach would be filled with people surfing and sunbathing. Since it was only April, Ocean Shores hadn't been swamped with tourists yet.
Reggie walked over to a tent that had bee set up for the shoot. She saw several people walking around, with steaming cups of coffee in their hands. One of them spotted her and waved her over.
"Regina, you're here," a tall, slender woman said, reaching to shake Reggie's hand.
"Please, call me Reggie," she said, returning the woman's hand shake.
"Reggie, I am Melinda Gaines, director of photography at Surfer's Monthly. Charlotte! Take Reggie to wardrobe to get her a bathing suit. Then take her to see Josie."
"Yes, ma'am. Right away." Charlotte turned to Reggie with a smile. "Please, Ms. Rocket, follow me."
Reggie decided against correcting her and simply followed her to where a mass of bathing suits were setting on a table.
"What size bikini bottom do you wear, Ms. Rocket?"
"Please call me Reggie. I wear a small."
"Okay, Reggie and what size bra do you wear?"
"32C."
"Okay." Charlotte looked at the bathing suits for several minutes before finally picking up a navy, baby blue, and white halter bikini top and a pair of navy boy shorts. "Here you go, Reggie. If you will go into that tent," Charlotte pointed to a nearby tent," to change, no one will disturb you. I'll wait here to take you to see Josie."
"Okay," Reggie said and headed into the tent that Charlotte pointed to. She was surprised to find that there was actually another curtain right inside the door so that no one could walk in on someone changing. There was also a full length mirror.
Reggie changed quickly. She had to admit the bikini looked great on her. At 110 pounds and five foot six, Reggie was skinny. But with her measurements being 35, 21, 34, Reggie was no longer the same kind of skinny she used to be. She knew that she had an amazing body and wasn't afraid to show it off with tight or cropped shirts and ultra low rise jeans or even a skimpy bikini. But she usually refrained because she hated having creeps like Lars hit on her.
Reggie walked out of the tent and back over to Charlotte. Charlotte eyed her and gave a smile of approval.
"Follow me and you will get to meet Josie."
"Who is Josie?" Reggie couldn't help but ask.
Charlotte gave her a smile before answering. "We call her the Makeup Magician. She is the best makeup artist I have ever seen." Charlotte eyed Reggie's long hair. "Josie also does hair. But she knows that we want a beachy, surfer look so she'll probably just do some waves or something."
"Okay." By that time, Reggie and Charlotte had made it to the other tent.
"Reggie, meet Josie," Charlotte said, referring to a petite blond standing next to a lighted area.
"Reggie, please have a seat," Josie said. Reggie sat in the seat Josie was standing behind. Josie looked at Reggie in a large, lighted mirror for a minute before turning and grabbing a makeup case. Within minutes, Reggie was wearing a surprisingly small amount of makeup, yet she looked like a model from a magazine. Josie had sprayed the makeup with something so that it was waterproof.
"Okay, Reggie. Now to do something with all of your beautiful hair. Ah, I know. It's a very beachy look." Josie carefully styled Reggie's semi-curly hair into soft waves. "Perfect!"
Reggie looked in the mirror, surprised to see that a little bit of makeup and the wavy hair had made her look totally different.
"Josie! Are you done with Reggie?" Reggie recognized Melinda's voice.
"Yes, I am. She looks marvelous."
"Another great job, Josie. Reggie, come with me and we will get you set up for your first few pictures."
Reggie followed Melinda across the beach to where a few surfboards were located. She was surprised to see that the sun was beginning to come up over the ocean. Melinda positioned Reggie in front of the sun and snapped a few pictures. Before turning her to face into the sun with the surfboards behind her.
Reggie heard a noise behind her while Melinda was trying to get the surfboards in the perfect position. Glancing over her shoulder, Reggie saw Otto and Demon standing at the edge of one of the tents.
"Melinda, may I be excused for a minute?"
Melinda mumbled an answer that Reggie took as a yes. Reggie walked over to where Otto was standing, careful not to let Demon jump on her.
"Hey, little bro, decide to stop by and see you sis hard at work?"
"Yeah, if you can actually call that work."
Reggie and Otto talked for a few more minutes, until Melinda called for Reggie. The photo shoot lasted until the sun was completely up. Reggie glanced at a clock sitting on a table. 6:30. Melinda saw her look.
"Do you have another appointment this morning?"
"I have a class that starts at seven."
"We won't keep you then. I think that we have all the shots we need anyway, except for the actual surfing ones. Could you come back this afternoon for some surfing shots?"
"Sure. How about one thirty?"
"Of course. One thirty sounds great. Have a good day Reggie."
"You too."
Reggie walked back to the tent and changed back into her clothes before walking out to her car. She slid into the driver's seat and went home to change before class. Five minutes later, she walked into the kitchen, this time wearing a tight pale blue Shore Shack tee shirt and a pair of ripped and faded low rise jeans. She ran out the door without grabbing breakfast. She would probably go to the Shore Shack after class anyway.
Reggie got to class ten minutes early and was reviewing her notes when she heard familiar voices and looked up to see Otto, Twister, and Sam walk in. Sam and Twister stopped and stared when they saw that Reggie was wearing makeup and actually had styled her hair.
Reggie looked up to see them staring at her. "What? You two are staring at me like I'm an alien or something."
Twister was the first to regain his voice. "You look great, Rocket Girl."
"Thanks, Twist. Does that man I look bad the rest of the time?"
"No. It just means that you look really, um, good today." Who am I kidding? She looks so damn hot.
"Um, thanks, Twist. Do you all want to head to the Shack after class?"
"Why? Hungry already, Sis? Didn't you just have breakfast?"
"No. I skipped breakfast because I thought I was going to be late," Reggie said. "Besides, when was the last time we ate breakfast at the Shore Shack?"
"Like, three weeks ago," was Twister's answer.
"Exactly. So another trip to the Shack is overdue," Reggie said with a smile.
"Totally," Otto said, as the teacher walked to the front of the classroom to begin teaching.
Two hours later, Otto and Twister ran out the classroom door, followed closely by Reggie and Sam. It had been an interesting class, to say the least. The professor had grabbed the wrong slides for the projector on his way to class. They were supposed to be learning about marine animals, but the slides he brought were from a slideshow made as a good luck thing for Reggie by an art class the previous semester. So all the slides were of Reggie and her friends surfing. In a few slides, Reggie was wearing a tiny bikini. When these came up, all the guys but Twister, Otto, and Sam starting whistling and making comments about Reggie's body. Reggie had just sank lower in her seat. Otto, Sam, and Twister had all started glaring at any guy that looked at Reggie.
Twister's jaw dropped when he saw the picture. He didn't remember Reggie's bikini showing that much. He knew exactly when the picture was taken and he recognized it as one that he had taken. It had been a perfect California day a little over three years ago. It was the day after Reggie's eighteenth birthday. The surf had been perfect. Reggie had looked awesome in her little purple bikini. Twister had been depressed after losing a roller hockey game to Lars the weekend before. "Come on, Twist. We're going surfing before the party at the Shack. It won't feel right if you're not there." Twister had let Reggie drag him to the beach, where Otto, Sam, Alana, Otto's girlfriend at the time, and Kioni, Tito's nephew, were waiting. Twister had slowly come out of his mood only to return to it when he saw Reggie and Keoni kissing later at her party. It was the day that Twister had realized that Reggie was more than one of his friends. She was special. He knew that he would marry her one day.
Twister shook his head, coming back to reality. Nothing had changed between him and Reggie. Thy were still best friends and though she had dated several guys since Kioni, Twister had never been one of them.
Otto was incredibly pissed off. Every guy in the class was staring at Reggie. He started to glare at anybody who dared to say anything about his sister.
Sam sat next to Otto in amazement. He had seen Reggie in several bikinis, but he didn't remember that one. It really showed off everything. Damn, I have a friend that looks like that and I've never noticed? What the hell is wrong with me?
Class couldn't end soon enough. As soon as the bell rang, the four friends took off for their cars at a run. Reggie was trying to avoid any guys that had been in the class. Otto was trying to get to his car as fast as possible. Twister was racing Otto, and Sam was running next to Reggie. They made it to their cars without a problem and Reggie quickly jumped in the driver's seat of her car. Twister jumped in the passenger seat. Otto jumped into the driver's seat of his black Eclipse and Sam quickly got in the passenger's seat. Both cars took off towards the Rocket's house.
Reggie glanced at Twister in the passenger seat of her car. "I can't believe that happened. Where did he get that slide from? Where did that picture even com from?"
"Actually, Reg, that picture is one that I took. It was the day of your eighteenth birthday party. I was bummed so you convinced me to come surfing."
"I remember. I felt so bad because it was my fault that we lost the match against Lars. And you'd been depressed for a couple of days. So I decided to get you to come surfing with everyone. It really seemed to cheer you up." Reggie pulled her car into their driveway right behind Otto. Everyone got out of the cars and headed off to grab their skateboards.
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