Disclaimer: I don't own Rocket Power, and I don't suppose anyone would be willing to sell me it?
A/N: So, once upon a time, Angel Reid had a story in the Rocket Power fandom. Then, by some misfortune, the story got deleted, or forgotten, or both; forgottenly deleted. In any case, the writer of said story can't even remember what the story was called. Sad, isn't it? At any rate, I've decided to write another RP fic. Fear thee who enter. Obviously it's slash. I'm just not completely sure who's going to be with who. Otto/Twister, obviously. Possibly Twister/Lars…es random friend. (oh, you thought I'd say Lars, didn't you XD ) Well, we'll see. Who knows. Maybe there'll be an incestuous twist. :smirks:
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Prologue.
Things have been different since Lars moved out. Before, we would always fight; he'd act like a jerk, I'd act back, and mi padres would have to split us apart. My motherwould always ask us where she went wrong, why we couldn't just get along. She didn't understand the rivalry; didn't understand that Lars was Lars, and I was Twister, and that was that. We couldn't get along because we were constantly competing.
'Why can't you two be like your padre and his hermano? They never fight!' she would exclaim, her hands waving in that Spanish way all we Hispanics tend to speak with. My abuela once claimed the Spanish way to be over feeding our children and speaking with our hands.
But since Lars moved out, he's changed. He isn't the big headed, ill tempered big brother I once had, but instead an even tempered young man who asks me about my day, sends me emails, invites me to his apartment down by the shore. It's weird, but…I don't know. I like it well enough, even if it still creeps me out when my brother asks me if I want to hang out.
Things have been different with the gang since Lars moved out, too. Reggie and Sam are seniors, and even dating. It was pretty weird at first. Reggie's gotten a little more feminine, but she's still the same Reg. Sam's a little thinner, a little taller, and a lot smarter. He's taking college AP classes this year, so his free time isn't what it use to be.
Otto's…well, Otto still hasn't changed. He's still the bonehead jock he always was. He got onto the school field hockey team, just like he always said he would. Still talks before he thinks. I think out of everyone, he's changed the least. And I can't help but love him for it; he's familiarity in an ever changing world. Same dreads, same shades, same speak without thinking personality. I can't help but be drawn to him.
So, I guess this means I've changed the most.
When I was twelve, I'd always imagined that at sixteen, I'd be the cream of the crop. I never imagined I'd be head of the school AV club, a member of the school surf team, best friends with my brother and in love with my best bro.
Funny how things change, huh?