Disclaimers: Yeah so the real owner of Rocket Power is writing fanfics, NOT. Anyway Nickelodeon and Klasky Csupo own Rocket Power.
Warnings: Of course some cursing they're not 11 or 10 anymore. Um, I'll try to keep it PG-13 though I'm not making any promises.
This is my first fanfic I am writing that is based on an American cartoon, so it will be quite hard for me not to use Japanese words. Melinda there is a surprise for you if you read my fanfic! Saa, on with the fic, (Saa means Well)
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"I can run as fast as the boys
I can hold my breath forever
I can pledge allegiance in reverse,
Makin' friends that'll help me on my way
I'll rise above the fear I feel
I'm split in two, I'm a Split Chick . . ." Mandy Moore - Split Chick
"So Cleo is moving in with you for the rest of her high school period?" Reggie asked Twister as she sat down with her skateboard next to him.
"Yeah, I don't mind but you all know it's a pain when she calls me Maurice," he complained.
"Hey Twist are you ready to face Mrs. Morris this year?" Otto teased. He knew how much Twister was dreading having the snide old lady as his homeroom teacher. Hell, they were all dreading having her as a homeroom teacher that is everyone but Sam.
"I think she'll be an educational learning experience for us to learn how to deal with cruel and mean authoritative figures," Sam put in. Everyone groaned in response.
"You know for someone so popular you still talk like a nerd," Twister told him.
"What can I say it's a gift," Sam responded. They all laughed because they knew that Sam was being sarcastic.
"When is Cleo coming anyway?" Reggie asked.
"She should have been here by now, but knowing her she wants to be fashionably late," everyone snorted in reply to Twisters comment. They all got up to skateboard around Twister's house because they had been assigned as the welcoming committee for Cleo when she arrived. 25 minutes later Cleo pulled up in an airport taxi and paid the driver.
"Hello boys, you can come get my stuff. Otto where is Reggie, I thought she was going to be here to? Who's the new boy? " Cleo rushed out in one breath.
"I'm right here Cleo," Reggie said tersely.
"No need to get mad Reggie, you can't blame me for not knowing it wasn't you, you're dressed like the guys and with that hat on I can't see your hair. What one earth are you dressed like that for?"
"What's wrong with the way I'm dressed?" Reggie asked.
"Well nothing really if you were a guy. You know Reggie people will think you're some butch lesbian if you keep this up," Cleo told her.
"Oh hell, Cleo's going to start something and she just got here," Twister whispered to Sam and Otto.
"Can you guys discuss fashion later, I want to get something to eat and we still have to get all of Cleo's junk in the house," Twister interrupted.
The boys moved towards the cab and got most of Cleo's things out but not before several smart comments about how much stuff Cleo had. Cleo grabbed 2 light bags and Reggie got the last 3 boxes.
"Why do you need all this stuff?" Otto complained as he lugged 3 suitcases up the stairs to Cleo's new room.
"This is not a lot of stuff, I don't know what you're talking about. More of my stuff is coming later this week, it's being shipped on a train," Cleo said.
"Whatever," Twister mumbled.
"Lets go get something to eat, I'm starving," Sam said.
As they all went outside and filed into Reggie's car, Cleo stopped to look at it. It was a black Lexus 4-door pick-up truck Reggie had won in a snowboarding competition. She had streaked the car silver and written Anime Oojo in burgundy on the front of her car. The back license plate had Cowboy Bebop on it and on her doors written in burgundy were the names of several Japanese animes.
"Cute car Reggie, I don't know why you would want the names of cartoons on it, but the car is nice," Cleo commended/criticized.
Otto groaned in annoyance and looked at Cleo crossly. "Thanks a lot Cleo, now Reggie going to raise hell about how the names aren't car-"
"I'll have you know," Reggie fumed as they got in her car, " that those are not the names of cartoons, they are the names of Japanese animes. How could say that they're cartoons so nonchalantly. I'll have you know that Escaflowne the anime written on my driver-side door has won awards for their music and for the plot line. I don't know where you got the idea that they are mere cartoons."
"Sorry oh great Reggie that I insulted the Japanese cartoons," Cleo told her.
Reggie looked about to say something but one look in her rear-view mirror at her brother and her friends shaking their heads persuaded her not to. 'The things I put up for them,' she thought to herself. She wasn't only talking about not arguing with Cleo she meant a whole lot more than that.
Cleo turned around from her passenger seat in the front (of course she had gotten the front) and looked at the guys in the back. "It's time for inspection you three. I haven't seen you in 2 years so I need to make sure you are still in shape. Lift those shirts up, I wanna see if you've been working out." The 3 looked at each other but sighed and lifted up their shirts for Cleo to see their stomachs or more correctly their abs cause that's all that was there.
At 5'8 Sam had grown taller at 16 than most people thought he would have. With spiked blond hair girls constantly sought him after but he already had a girlfriend. Sam had his six-pack though the last two were still settling in, he had lost so much weight over the years by running around with his friends that no had been surprised when he grew slimmer as he got older. Cleo nodded at Sam's stomach and he hurriedly pulled down his shirt.
Cleo moved her eyes over to Twister who was in the middle. Twister had let his hair grow to his neck, but he had it cut in a shaggy style. He still wore a cap, but every now and then his girlfriend made him take it off, he had to take it off for school anyway. Being only 16 Twister stood at 6'2 and he wasn't skinny like most boys are when that height at his age. He had his muscles and his 6-pack due to Tito and Ray's cooking. Cleo also nodded at him and he pulled down his shirt quickly in embarrassment.
Turning her head toward Otto she inspected his stomach next. Otto's six-pack was not interrupted by an ounce of fat, but a belly piercing interrupted it. Normally guys who participated heavily in sports did not get their body pierced extra because the piercing would not have time to heal due to the extra exercise without letup. But Otto had broke his bones in 3 places during a snowboarding accident last year so during his 6 month healing process he had gotten his belly pierced. Otto's dreadlocks were down to his shoulders being as he cut them regularly, and as his girlfriend would not have them any other way. At 16 and 5'10 Otto was prime meat for other girls but alas he had a one and only. Cleo winked at Otto and he threw his shirt down.
"I must say Otto that belly ring is so seductive, tell your girlfriend I said she had better watch out," Cleo flirted. Otto chuckled but said nothing, and Reggie laughed aloud at the guys' inspection.
"Haha I can't believe you guys have to go through that. Man Miss Cleo sure gives you a hard inspection, you have such hard expectations to live up to, hah," Reggie teased. The guys either scowled or stuck their tongues out at her and she laughed harder as she caught their expressions in her mirror.
"You get an inspection too Reggie, I wanna know what size bra you're wearing now, and how big your butt and thighs got. I can't look at your butt now, but sit up so I can pull your shirt up. I can't really see anything with that baggy shirt on," Cleo said all this as she attempted to pull Reggie's shirt up as she was driving.
"Hey! What's wrong with you?!?" she called as she swerved wildly from the left lane to the right one and back to the left lane again. The guys laughed in the back as they were thrown to the sides forcefully.
"Are you CRAZY? Do you wanna get us killed, my gosh, I can't believe you did that," Reggie got out while breathing hard from fear and excitement. Otto, Twister and Sam were dying in the back from laughter and they were starting to choke.
Cleo began to chuckle but she seriously wanted to know Reggie's measurements. "Reggie if you won't let me see than at least tell me. I'll bother you to death if I don't find out now."
"Yeah Reggie, lift up your shirt and show Cleo your boobs," Otto choked out.
"Hey it's not fair if she doesn't do it and we had to," came Sam's strangled words.
"Haha, no it's not funny, I don't know what you 3 are laughing for," Reggie shot at them.
"Not so funny when you have to do it right Reggie," Twister laughed out.
"Cleo if you tell anybody I'll kill you, I'm dead serious. They're 34 - 19 - 38 that's all you need to know."
At 5'5 Reggie had a nice body for someone about to turn 17. She had let her hair grow to her waist since she felt it was useless to go to a beauty parlor and pay someone to stab at her head with scissors. The one time she had let her dad and her brother cut her hair she winded up with an uneven chunk of patchy hair on the right side of her head. It had taken months for her to grow it back to an un-embarrassing length. With hips and a butt that she thought were too big, she had decided that her breasts were okay because they were not too big but not too small. She wanted a belly ring on her tight, slim stomach, but seeing as she had not broken any bones and could not take a break from sports she couldn't get one.
"Are you serious? No wonder you can fit the guy jeans. Oh how do you keep your boobs down like you are doing now?" Cleo whispered in Reggie's ear. The boys stopped laughing slightly angry at being excluded from a secret.
"Tape," Reggie mumbled in response. "Cleo I'm serious I don't want to hear another word about this, I don't want any one even whispering about it."
"Sure Reggie whatever you say," Cleo responded.
"Whatever," came the half-hearted reply.
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Reggie walked down the plank outside of the Shore Shack and sat down on the beach. She sighed deeply happy to be away from the welcoming party for Cleo, she needed a break from all the girl giddiness. Maybe she also needed a break from all the loving couples she was seeing there.
As soon as they had walked in, and everyone had yelled surprise, Otto, Twist and Sam had all gotten themselves latched onto their girlfriend's arms. Otto was going out with Reggie's long-time friend Trish. Twister went out with Melinda and Sam went out with a girl named Stephanie both of them friends of Reggie she had met in the beginning of high school.
Cleo had become quite popular with Reggie's friends every time she visited so a lot of people were at the party, and Cleo had them all charmed especially the guys. Cleo had cute her hair and put on a little weight but she was still as pretty as she had been when she was young and her flawless features had not failed her yet. Her figure was as good as it got for someone who really did no exercise and she put it to full advantage.
"Hey Dorket, what are you doing out here?" came a voice that despite change by the words you could tell who the voice belonged too.
"Lars, where are your puppies at hmm? Don't Pi and Sputz follow you everywhere even to college?"
"Very funny Princess but no they are not here. What are you doing out here alone and not at the party. Cleo is so going to miss you if you don't hurry back."
"Lars do not call me Princess, how many times have I told you that? I do not like being called that, especially since I act nothing like one. Trust me your cousin is not going to notice my absence for a long time either she's talking her head off or she's necking with some guy." Lars sat down next to Reggie and she turned her head to look at him and see what he wanted.
"What are you doing out her Lars, after all Cleo is your cousin?"
"I got bored and besides I needed to think it was too crowded in there to do that. What happened to your cap and when did you let your hair out?"
"I didn't do anything your cousin did. She insisted that I remove my cap and then she let my hair loose and she brushed it. I don't know why she bothers it's going to get messed up soon anyway."
"It looks nice out you should do it like that more often." Reggie shocked at what Lars had said turned away from him and buried her head in her upraised knees.
At 19 Lars had certainly changed from the immature teen he had been. While he sometimes still picked on Reggie, Otto, Twist and Sam he did it in a mature way. He was going away to college in September, which had shocked Team Rocket because they had not known Lars had gotten smart in high school. Of course when they found out that he was going to the college right next to their high school they had all been a little upset but not too much. For the most part Lars left them alone and he stayed with his friends. 6'3 and with a body that proved that people could get natural makeovers with time Lars looked nothing like he did when little. He had let his hair grow to his shoulders though he usually kept it back with a rubber band and he had lost he little lisp he had.
"What were you thinking about Lars? I find it rather hard to believe that you were thinking."
"Cute Princess but other people do have problems beside you. If you must know I was thinking about my girlfriend, we broke up yesterday," Lars admitted.
"Hmm, I guess I should feel sorry for you, but it was a known fact that she was going around. Guys talk you know and since I hang with guys I know everyone she's been with," Reggie told him reluctantly. "Besides even you can do better than that Lars, everyone said so."
"Yeah I guess so, but that's 5 months down the drain I could have been spending with someone else. I'm a go back to the party before my mom raises hell about me not being there. I gotta leave tomorrow for a quick vacation but I'll be back when school starts."
"When does school start?"
"On September 4th so since today is August 4th I'll be back in a month. You'll be a junior right? You look like a little kid buried under all those boy clothes," Lars teased.
"Shut up, I'm sick of everyone on my back about that," Reggie said agitated.
"My bad, I was only joking. Here's my cell if you wanna talk you can call at any time and if I don't pick up I'll probably call you back."
"Why are you giving me this?" Reggie questioned him. She programmed his number in her cell phone however as he asked her this.
"I don't know you seem like you need a friend, that's all."
"Lame-o, let's go back to the party before my dad and your mom tear us both apart for not being there," Reggie said as she stood up. She reached out her hand to help Lars up and he took it and stood up. He stood up real quick and still holding on to Reggie's hand he pulled her close and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. She stood there shocked not sure what that had been about. She knew it was Spanish culture to kiss someone but not on the lips.
"He-"
"That's my goodbye kiss I figure you're a little to old for me to be kissing you on the mouth," Lars said as he quickly let go of her and ran away.
"YOU PERVERT!" She screamed after him and she tried to catch up to him to hurt him for the kiss.
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2 Months Later
Reggie absolutely hated school! There was no way around it, she was sick of everyone there. Being a junior and having friends already Reggie thought she was set for the rest of her high school period but no she wasn't. She was a junior and Otto, Twister, and Sam were all sophomores. The only class she had together with them was homeroom and that was only for 5 minutes, and then only lunch after that. Some of her teammates from the school's street hockey team were there but they had their own friends and all she exchanged with them was hellos.
Even after school and after practice she really did not have her brothers (she had come to think of Sam and Twist as brothers) because they had to go out with their girlfriends. Of course while Reggie was fuming over how horrible her life was going she was driving with was not a good combination because she became reckless when she was upset. Upset she was now so her driving was quite reckless. Fortunately no cops were around so she got home without any tickets.
Running upstairs to her room Reggie picked up her phone and almost dialed Lars number but she stopped herself; she would not go crying to him like some baby. She had been calling him more often lately just to talk to him and they had been getting closer. She was starting to think of him as a best friend like Sam was to her.
Putting down her phone Reggie lay in her bed and tried to sleep her problems away. She was tired of the snide comments about her boy clothes by the other girls and guys. She had never encountered with her dress before and now all of a sudden everyone had a problem with how she dressed.
So what if she put her hair up in a half-hearted bun every morning; and so what if she preferred baggy boy T's to tight girl shirts; and so what if she did not want everyone staring at her but when she walked; and so what if she didn't own a single dress, it was not one else's business but her own. Almost to the point of sleeping Reggie was awakened by her cell phone ringing. Looking at the number flashing on her screen she sighed when she saw it was Cleo, she did not feel like dealing with Miss Tutu right now.
"What Cleo?"
"Hello to you to Reggie, but I called because I have something important to tell you. I said something in school to the other cheerleaders you really aren't going to like."
"What did you say to them Cleo?" Already Reggie had the sinking feeling she knew what Cleo had said.
"If you can come over to my house I'll let you know, I'd rather tell you in person."
"Sure whatever." Reggie hung up and threw her sneakers back on. She wasn't so sure she should meet Cleo, because she might not be responsible if Cleo had told her secret.
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Okay so that's the end of Chapter One, no Reggie is not suicidal or anything. Review and let me know what you think, after all this is my first fanfic based on an American cartoon, Ja.