I dont own rocket power! This is fan fiction :)
Chapter 1: Otto
Otto sat comfortably at his desk, willing his hand to write, begging his brain to study. He kept on finding himself distracted, as procrastination overrode his desire to finish his essay. The window of Otto's room was just too appealing. It brought in the warm ocean breeze, and the sounds of the thundering ocean waves that were just whispering his name. Otto looked once again longingly at his surfboard, which lay desolated in the corner of his room.
For Otto, it was particularly hard to study, he would always find himself restless and disinterested. He found the endless waves of homework debilitating, and always gave up quickly, admitting defeat, and overcompensating with his other talents, surfing, skateboarding, snowboarding, hockey…
The Essay! Otto told himself, as he found his thoughts wondering off yet again. He reread the question, which was a pointless task, having memorized it from looking at it incessantly for the last half an hour.
"How is friendship a theme in Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice?"
How was he supposed to know?He had tried reading the play, but it was too difficult. He just couldn't concentrate, all he could think about was surfing, or hockey, or skating, or-
Otto heard his phone vibrate from his beside table. He had left it over there in the hope that he wouldn't get distracted by it, as he would have inevitably ended up texting people or browsing Facebook. But Otto couldn't resist the inviting distraction of an unread text message, and began to lean back on his chair in an attempt to reach the phone. Leaning back further, with one hand securely on his desk for support, Otto stretched his fingers, trying to graze the corner of his phone.
The door of Otto's room unexpectedly burst open, revealing Reggie, her mane of pruple hair was tied clumsily in a bun, perched on the top of her head. She was wearing her favourite old sweater of Raymundo's, grey and giant on her petite frame, barely revealing her white shorts, which hid underneath, exaggerating her long, beach-worn legs.
"Have you seen this?!" She asked as she stormed into the room, gesturing to the phone in her hand.
Otto ignored Reggie's aggressive tone and continued his mission of procuring his phone, shifting his weight, so he was only supported by the back right leg of his chair.
Reggie exhaled impatiently, and moved quickly to the bedside table and chucked the phone onto his desk.
"I had it!" Otto snapped irritably, as he reluctantly placed all four legs of the chair onto the floor. He picked up his phone from his cluttered desk, and saw that the new message was from Twister. Otto looked behind him, where Reggie was now sitting on his bed with her arms and legs crossed.
"Just read the text Otto…"
Otto looked again at his phone, and obeyed Reggie's demand.
[Hey guys! Come to my house now! You wont wanna miss this! Twist]
Otto did not understand. Why was Reggie so desperate for him to read the text so urgently? Why did she sound pissed? Did she want to go now then? As soon as possible? Otto turned his chair around to face Reggie.
"Yeah, soo, should we go now then?" Otto asked hesitantly.
"No we should 'not go now then!'" Reggie mocked furiously in a sudden outburst. Rising from the bed, her voice growing more vicious with every word.
"He cannot just expect us to be by his side whenever he wants us! He can't just assume I am, I mean we are, available for him and his needs! What an ass! He always does this! And if WE don't come, suddenly we're the bad friends!"
"Reggie you're overreac-"
"I'm Overreacting! This is such bullshit! He is such a dick, and nobody ever notices, all of you just love him, and want him around all the time! I've had enough of this, and if you and Squid want to be little cowards, then fine!"
"What's your problem Reg?!" Otto interjected, rising from his chair. "What is your beef with Twist? Why are you dogging him? And not just him, all of us! Don't talk about your problems with Twist like they're mine as well, because they aren't. Twister isn't calling me a bad friend, and he isn't calling you one either. But I am. You're being a shit friend and a shit sister! I'm not being a coward, because there is nothing to be a coward about. You're just going fricken mental! You can't just get angry for no fucking reason! If you've got an actual problem tell us. But otherwise, just piss off."
Reggie stood there drinking in Otto's words, staring at him with her wide eyes. But Otto was now out of words, and an impenetrable silence filled the room. He resumed his seat, exhausted by Reggie and their constant arguing, and sighed, saying "Just lay off Twist, he hasn't done anything."
Reggie's eyes glazed over, as tears began surfacing within them.
"Exactly…" Reggie spoke quietly, looking Otto straight in the eye, and then turned abruptly, hastily leaving the room. Otto Heard Reggie's door close quietly, knowing, that behind that door Reggie would be crying.