(Note: Like Computer Thief, this story was originally a one-shot, but it's way too long to actually be read in one sitting. This fic will be posted as a multi-chapter one instead. Like in the aforementioned fic, there won't be any pre and post-chapter conversations; just the pre and post-story ones.

If ya wanna read the whole thing now instead of waiting for all the chapters to be posted, which will be one every day, you're free to go to my site. Fair warning though: I'm not splitting up that version of the story, so you'll most likely be stuck there for a couple of hours at best. With that said, enjoy and please review!)

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Pre-story Conversation

The camera turned on in the studio. It consists of a modest stage area. I'm standing in the middle of it. Izzy, being fed up by my last few fics, decided to take a small vacation, so I was there all by myself. Behind me was a movie-like screen.

"Welcome!" I addressed the crowd. "This fic came about as the result of a pretty nerve-racking experience I've had this summer. My little cousin, my father, and I were visiting Six Flags Hurricane Harbor in Jackson, NJ. And you know how little kids are. They're always running around like crazy. Well, I had to watch my cousin and—" I laughed nervously. "—he got lost."

The crowd gasped at that, causing me to glare at them.

"I found him!"

"WHEW!.!.!" The crowd gave a collective sigh of relief.

"Anyway, so I got thinking. Lars probably had to go through things like this when his brother was really young. That was when I got this idea. For this fic, Lars has to find little Maurice, who—"

"Twister!" A familiar voice yelled.

"Huh?" I turned to see none other than Twister walking up to me.

"My name is Twister! Don't forget it!" He shouted. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Whatever." I turned back to the crowd. "Anyway, Lars has to find Maurice—"

"Twister!"

"—Who is lost in Wishing Waters." I growled. "During his quest to find Maurice—"

"Twister!" I turned and glared at him.

"Interrupt me one more time and you'll regret it." I turned back to the crowd. "—He meets Otto, who offers to help find Twister." I scowled at the boy in question.

"…What?" He asked.

"Hmph. Thought so." I grunted, turning back to the audience. "Eventually, they fall for each other." I scratched my head. "Heh. I guess before I go any further, I should say that this is gonna be a slash fic. The coupling is Lars/Otto."

Twister's eyes widened at that one.

"I tried to make it an Oars fic, but I'll leave you to judge if I made Otto dominant or not." I continued. "Anyway, can the two get through the perils of the water park and find Maurice before it's too late?"

"Twister, Twister, Twister!" The boy in the hat yelled, stomping the ground. "My name is Twister!.!.!"

"That's it!" I yelled as I turned towards him. He flinched as I snapped my fingers. Nothing happened though.

"Wha?" He blinked after a few seconds. His body then glowed brightly. The light got smaller and smaller. When the light dissipated, he became a little boy! His clothes barely stayed on his body, causing him to nearly get buried in them. The girls in the audience squealed when they laid eyes on him.

"AWWWWWWW!.!.!.!.! SO CUTE!.!.!"

"Heh. I made a chibi Twister." I said, flicking my thumb at him.

"What'd you do to me!.?" Twister demanded. He covered his mouth when he released how squeaky his voice sounded. "Ahhhh!.!.! What happened to my voice?.!"

"That's what you get." I said crossing my arms. "Ya shoulda kept your mouth shut when you had the chance."

"Change me back! I can't do the story like this!" He pleaded.

"Sorry." I shrugged at him. "The spell lasts until the fic ends. You're going have to stay that way." Twister pouted and crossed his arms, causing the girls to go wild again.

"EEEEEEEEEE!.!.!.!.! KAWAII!.!.!"

"What's with the audience today?" I said, raising an eyebrow. "Anyway, I guess since I made Twister a little boy, I can mess around with the ages of the other characters so that I don't have to worry about the age gap between Otto and Lars." I got into a thinking pose.

"Let's see…" I snapped my fingers. "Aha! I got it! Here are the ages for the main characters!"

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a remote control. I pointed it at the screen and pressed a button, causing Twister, Otto, and Lars' pictures to show up. Under each of them was a number.

Twister: 7

Otto: 17

Lars: 18

"There ya go! Those are the ages for our stars. As for Reggie and Sam… Errr… I think I can fit them in somewhere. I'll just have to think a bit. Heh, heh…" I chuckled nervously as I rubbed the back of my head.

"Last thing before we start; this is obviously going to be an AU fic. Aside from the drastic change in ages, Twister and Lars don't know Otto, Reggie, and Sam in this. Also, this'll be done in Lars' POV. Enjoy!" I waved at the camera as the crowd cheered.

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Maurice is Missing!

Chapter One

The Dream and the Brother

It all started innocently enough. I was curled up in bed, hugging my pillow. I was having one of my usual dreams.

We were sitting at a table outside some fancy restaurant. I was wearing the most expensive clothes I had, which wasn't saying much. It was just a dress shirt, pressed pants, a necktie, and polished shoes. He was shrouded in shadow, but it didn't matter. I knew that he was the most beautiful creature on earth. We each had a cup of coffee in front of us. They had long since gotten cold. We were lost in each other's gaze. His eyes were full of mirth and happiness. I could just drown into them. I'm sure my eyes were full of the same compassion.

Pretty soon, he reached over the table, took my hand in his, and kissed it. I blushed at the act.

"I love you. You're the most handsome boy I've ever met." He says to me. His voice is unknown and there was hardly any emotion behind it. But that didn't matter. My blush darkened nonetheless.

He got up, his eyes never leaving mine. He walked over to my side of the table and leaned in close. I leaned forward as I closed my eyes in anticipation. I puckered my lips as I drew ever closer. I can feel his breath on my lips. Just another inch or two… Our faces were just centimeters away from becoming one…

"BIG BWOTHER!.!.!"

"GAH!.!.!" I yelped as I fell out of bed. I groaned as I sat up and glared at the door. It can't be morning already…

'No fair!' I thought as I crawled back into bed. 'Every time I get ready to kiss that hot guy, he screams at the top of his lungs!'

I swear, he's only seven and he's got lungs the size of hot air balloons! Oh well… It can't be helped. It doesn't really matter, anyway. In my dreams, I can never see the guy clear enough. He might as well be an old man for all I know. I shuddered at the very thought. Also, he seems so emotionless. I can't even tell if he means what he says, yet I never seem to care. I just know that he's good looking and that he's sincere about our love. I sighed. It was only a dream. I'll never meet a guy like that…

"Big bwother!" That screeching voice yelled again. I buried myself in my blanket. Maybe he won't bother me for another couple of hours.

No such luck.

The door to my room was opened with a crash. I then heard tiny footsteps draw closer to my bed. I can feel his eyes sizing me up, trying to figure out the perfect place to land on.

"Wake up!" He yelled cheerfully. Next thing I knew, all the air was knocked out of me. I coughed and sputtered as I sat up.

'I just had to be lying on my back.' I thought as I sent him a glare. He didn't notice it though as he bounced around my bed. I groaned and rubbed my temple.

"Maurice, it's too early for this." I yawned.

"Twista!" He shouted in response. I groaned again.

Every time I or anybody else calls him by his name, he always responded by saying that word. I have no idea why he does that. Maybe it's a part of being a little kid.

He then shouted happily, "Come on, bwother! Time to get up!" I gave him a tired look. Does Mom feed him a whole bag of sugar for breakfast or something? Where does he get all of his energy!.?

Guess I better introduce us. I'm Lars Rodriguez. I'm eighteen. I'm about six and a half feet tall. I got brown hair and a dark complexion. Finally, I'm gay and proud of it. My parents know and they're cool about it. I don't care what anybody thinks about it. Of course, if they say anything about it, I'll beat them all the way to next Thursday! Currently, I'm single and looking. I hope to find someone good-looking who will be there for me. To raise my spirits when I'm low and laugh with me when I'm happy.

Anyway, the one bouncing around on the bed is my little brother, Maurice. Like I said, he's seven. He's just barely over four feet tall. He's got orange hair and lighter skin than mine. I looked at him curiously. It's strange. He has orange hair, yet my mom and I have brown hair while my dad has black hair. I shrugged. Weird. Anyway, right now, he was wearing his Pokémon pajamas, as well as a striped cap Mom gave him sometime ago. I got a hat too. It's gray and round. I've had it since I was his age. I've been told countless times to get rid of it. I guess I should get rid of it, but nah. It grew on me.

"Get out of bed, big bwother!" He started pulling me out of bed. For being so small, he's pretty strong. Or is it because I don't have the energy to deal with him right now? In any case, I pulled back and hid under the safety of the blanket. I was only wearing my boxers, after all.

"Go into the living room or something and let me get dressed." I told him.

"Okey dokey!" He yelled before jumping off the bed. He ran out of the room, holding his arms out and pretending he was an airplane. I shook my head and got up. I closed the door. It was then that I looked at the calendar.

'It's Saturday.' I noted lazily. I turned around and walked over to my dresser. I looked for a pair of shorts. A few seconds passed before I whipped my head around. 'It's Saturday!.? Whoo hoo!' I punched the air.

I thought this day would never come! My parents promised to take me and Maurice to Wishing Waters today! I can't wait to go down those high speed slides! And since today's the Fourth of July, there's going to be a fireworks show tonight. The people at the water park always put on great fireworks shows. They outdo themselves every year. I even heard that they're going to use fireworks that explode into different shapes this year.

I grinned as I grabbed a pair of yellow swimming trunks out of my dresser. I tossed off my boxers and put them on fast. Maurice tends to show up at the worst possible times. I learned that the hard way when I got out of the shower one time. He was RIGHT there, brushing his teeth! I was so shocked that I slipped and sprained my arm. I shuddered at the memory. Needless to say, I now lock the door every time I go to the bathroom.

Anyway, next, I grabbed my favorite shirt. It was purple and had a red star on it. Then, I got a fresh pair of boxers and a change of shorts for after we were done for the day. After getting a towel out of the linen closet and putting it and my change of clothes in a bag, I walked back into the room and grabbed my hat. I went out to the living room, where Maurice was sitting.

He was glued to the TV, watching some little kid's show. It was this one about some sponge thing or whatever. I couldn't be bothered to think about it right now. I was still tired. What time did he wake me up, anyway? I looked at the clock and my eyes widened.

Seven thirty!.? He wakes me up, goes into my room, jumps on me, and gets me out of bed at seven thirty!.?.! I actually could've finished the dream for once! I turned to him with a glare. He may be eleven years younger than me, but that doesn't mean I can't pull horrible pranks on him! Of course, they're small stuff. You know, making him pee the bed, scaring him by telling him that a monster is living under the bed. Kid's stuff. Needless to say, I never let the pranks go too far. What do you take me for? He's only seven for God's sake!

I sighed and decided to drop it. He was probably just as excited about going to Wishing Waters as I was. This'll be his first time going there. For me, it'll be my… Hmmmm… I have no idea. I lost count after two hundred. I usually go by myself or with my friends. I don't even know why I'm letting my parents take me. I can just take a bus or drive there. Oh wait…

°°Flashback°°

"Awwww Mom! Do I really have to stay with you guys!.?.!" I protested.

It was last night. My mom and I were in the kitchen. She had just told me that when we go to Wishing Waters, I have to stick around with them instead of going off on my own.

"Yes Lars!" Mom shot back. "This'll be little Maurice's—"

"Twista!" He yelled from his room. I rolled my eyes. Right on cue, like always. Mom shook her head before turning back to me.

"This'll be his first time going to Wishing Waters and I want us to be together like a family."

"But mom…" I groaned.

"My decision is final, Lars." She said, crossing her arms. There was just no way around it. I was stuck. Whenever Mom says her decision is final, it's just that, final, and nothing on this planet can change her mind. So what chance do I have?

"Fine…" I grumbled, going to my room.

°°End Flashback°°

I groaned as I slumped into the sofa. The day would have been perfect if I didn't have to worry about "being a family." After all, I could've checked out all the guys and maybe even got a date or two. Mom and Dad may be alright with my sexuality, but it would be weird if they saw me looking at other guys. Besides, I gotta set an example for Maurice. I held my chin as I watched him sing along with the TV.

Hmmm… If he ever saw me and another guy making out, would he really turn out gay? It would be pretty interesting if when he gets older, he winds up with some hottie from—I don't know—Hawaii or something. Nah! It'll never happen.

Anyway, about an hour later, Mom and Dad finally graced us with their presence. Don't they know that we gotta get there as early as possible? The parking lot's gonna be packed! It'll be a madhouse with all the shoobies and everybody else coming for the fireworks. The show always draws huge crowds.

"Well, at least we don't have to drag you two out of bed for once." Mom said with a smirk. I crossed my arms in response.

"Ha, ha." I said dryly.

"How are you doing this morning, Maurice? Had a nice sleep?" Dad asked, rubbing my brother's head. I sighed. Three, two, one…

"Twista!" Maurice yelled before grinning. "I had a nice dweam, Daddy! I was flying around on a skateboard! I even went into outta space!"

I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at that one. Flying around on a skateboard? How random could ya get? I slapped my head when I remembered he was just a kid. He just has a big imagination. Dad picked him up and placed him on his head.

"Well, why don't we live out your dream?" And with that, he ran around the room while Maurice tried to balance himself, laughing the whole time. Dad ran into the kitchen while Mom and I followed.