WARNING: This chapter is boring, but necessary. It explains how the characters have changed, and that will help propel the story. Do not expect anything to happen in the chapter.
Also, this is only my second story on ff.net, so while criticism is appreciated, flames and rude remarks are not . Thanks.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing in the story. Nickelodeon does. As for Plentfield and Dart University, I just made them up, so if they truly do exist, I do not own them, either.
Changes
Author: Janette Chentel
"Hey Twister, Heads up!" Otto said.
Twister caught the Frisbee with ease as it sailed down the beach. Turning toward his friend, Sammy, he tossed the Frisbee. Unfortunately, the disc sailed slightly above Sam's head, landing a few feet behind him.
"That is the third time today," Sam exclaimed, reaching around to pick up the Frisbee.
The waves were unusually still for Ocean Shores, thus the boys had decided to just play some Frisbee on the beach until they picked up. They had been doing it for an hour, and so far the waves still had not increased.
Twister Rodriguez looked around as a cool breeze began to blow from the shore. At the age of eighteen, he was undoubtly the tallest, surpassing his older brother Lars by a few inches. No one dared called him by his real name, Maurice, not even his parents. He was no longer the scrawny little boy who normally did not have a clue to what was going on. With all the extreme sports, his muscle tone had increased to an admirable size. Though not bulky, his was toned enough for anyone the think twice before picking a fight with him. Along with the physical changes had come the mental ones. He had graduated in the top ten of his class, winning a special award for History.
Otto Rocket, while not as tall as his best friend, had also experienced a change during adolescent. He was more built than Twister, and his auburn hair stuck out in all directions. He still sported his shades, but not as often. Otto, too, had put more effort into school, though he was satisfied with keeping a "B" average. His passion was still for the extreme sports, never backing down from being the best. He had taken a special interest in soccer, earning the position of captain, which was listed right under his position of captain of the hockey team. For Otto, motivation for being the best was never a negative attribute.
Sam Dullard had changed the most, physically. He still had his stocky frame, but it developed from fat to muscle over the years. His blond hair was still short and neat, his eyes sporting silver frames instead of the thick dark ones of his childhood. It was no surprise that he graduated as valedictorian of his class. However, it was a surprise when he took on a steady girlfriend, and had no intention of ending it anytime soon. Though he and Sherri were going to different colleges, they still managed to keep a healthy, happy relationship.
That had been troubling Twister the last few weeks. All of them were going in different directions in their lives. Sam had just finished his first year at a technical college in Plentfield, two towns away, and was going back for his second year once summer was over. Otto was going to the Ocean Shores community college to study engineering. Twister was also going to the community college for flexography and theatre, but he still knew that things would change, due to the fact that they were adults now.
"Nice catch, Squid," Otto's voice rang out, breaking Twister out of his reverie. Sam just glared at Otto's use of his old nickname, tossing the Frisbee back to him, and Twister could not help but smile.
"Whatever, Otto. At least I can toss in a straight line," Sam replied, though he knew that the insult would have little effect on Rocket Boy. Proven correct, Otto grinned as he prepared to toss back to Twister. Once again, he caught it with ease. However, Twister did not toss it back , but said, "Let's go to the Shack. I'm starving."
"Definitely. I haven't had anything since breakfast," Sam replied, always enthusiastic about the prospect of food intake, one of the few things about him that had not changed.
Otto knew he was outnumbered, so he smiled as he said, "No prob. We can see if Reggie's come back from school yet."
After finishing her first semester at Dart University, Reggie Rocket had decided to take some extra classes at the local community college. Between her classes and study sessions at the library, they rarely saw her. It seemed that the only time they did see her was at The Shack. That was probably why Twister wanted to go there. Otto and Sammy were his best friends, but his relationship with Reggie was unique. It was she that encouraged him to put more focus on school. During high school, she had worked hart to get excellent grades that would help her get a scholarship. Also, she put in extra hours at the Shack to earn money for books and supplies. For some reason, Twister had felt he needed to earn Reggie's respect, since he knew that both of his parents were going to pay for two years of college. Thus, he began to concentrate on his studies, particularly calculus and history. His hard work paid off, for he got a partial scholarship, covering two more yeas of college. His family had been so proud, even Lars had said something nice. Reggie, on the other hand, had only her father and Otto, and as much as Raymundo tried, he could not make enough to put both if his children through school Thus, Reggie had earned her scholarships through study, while Otto had earned his through sports.
They had reached the Shack only a few minutes later. As expected, Reggie was there, munching on a Hula Burger. As she was about to take another bite, she looked up and saw the boys. She smiled, waving them over. For some reason, Twister was slightly nervous approaching her. He did not know why, but he was.
"Hey guys. How's it hanging?" Reggie asked as the trio sat down. Although she had changed, the changes in Reggie were more subtle. Her hair was still curly, but longer, and most of the time held back by a clip, a few strands framing her face. She was not as tall as the boys, but she was just as slender, curved in all the appropriate places. Her lips were a little fuller, enhanced by lip gloss. She had definitely grown up, and every male noticed. While Otto just acknowledged it, Twister, Sam, and every other male had more appreciation for it.
"Nothing much Reg. We were going to catch some waves, but the water is totally flat," Otto began.
"Yeah, and we got tired of playing Frisbee, so we decided to come for some grindage," Sam finished. As if on cue, Tito, Raymundo's long-time friend, came over, carrying over a tray full of burgers, fries, and hakes. Greedily, the trio dug in. To Twister, it was just like old times.
Also, this is only my second story on ff.net, so while criticism is appreciated, flames and rude remarks are not . Thanks.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing in the story. Nickelodeon does. As for Plentfield and Dart University, I just made them up, so if they truly do exist, I do not own them, either.
Changes
Author: Janette Chentel
"Hey Twister, Heads up!" Otto said.
Twister caught the Frisbee with ease as it sailed down the beach. Turning toward his friend, Sammy, he tossed the Frisbee. Unfortunately, the disc sailed slightly above Sam's head, landing a few feet behind him.
"That is the third time today," Sam exclaimed, reaching around to pick up the Frisbee.
The waves were unusually still for Ocean Shores, thus the boys had decided to just play some Frisbee on the beach until they picked up. They had been doing it for an hour, and so far the waves still had not increased.
Twister Rodriguez looked around as a cool breeze began to blow from the shore. At the age of eighteen, he was undoubtly the tallest, surpassing his older brother Lars by a few inches. No one dared called him by his real name, Maurice, not even his parents. He was no longer the scrawny little boy who normally did not have a clue to what was going on. With all the extreme sports, his muscle tone had increased to an admirable size. Though not bulky, his was toned enough for anyone the think twice before picking a fight with him. Along with the physical changes had come the mental ones. He had graduated in the top ten of his class, winning a special award for History.
Otto Rocket, while not as tall as his best friend, had also experienced a change during adolescent. He was more built than Twister, and his auburn hair stuck out in all directions. He still sported his shades, but not as often. Otto, too, had put more effort into school, though he was satisfied with keeping a "B" average. His passion was still for the extreme sports, never backing down from being the best. He had taken a special interest in soccer, earning the position of captain, which was listed right under his position of captain of the hockey team. For Otto, motivation for being the best was never a negative attribute.
Sam Dullard had changed the most, physically. He still had his stocky frame, but it developed from fat to muscle over the years. His blond hair was still short and neat, his eyes sporting silver frames instead of the thick dark ones of his childhood. It was no surprise that he graduated as valedictorian of his class. However, it was a surprise when he took on a steady girlfriend, and had no intention of ending it anytime soon. Though he and Sherri were going to different colleges, they still managed to keep a healthy, happy relationship.
That had been troubling Twister the last few weeks. All of them were going in different directions in their lives. Sam had just finished his first year at a technical college in Plentfield, two towns away, and was going back for his second year once summer was over. Otto was going to the Ocean Shores community college to study engineering. Twister was also going to the community college for flexography and theatre, but he still knew that things would change, due to the fact that they were adults now.
"Nice catch, Squid," Otto's voice rang out, breaking Twister out of his reverie. Sam just glared at Otto's use of his old nickname, tossing the Frisbee back to him, and Twister could not help but smile.
"Whatever, Otto. At least I can toss in a straight line," Sam replied, though he knew that the insult would have little effect on Rocket Boy. Proven correct, Otto grinned as he prepared to toss back to Twister. Once again, he caught it with ease. However, Twister did not toss it back , but said, "Let's go to the Shack. I'm starving."
"Definitely. I haven't had anything since breakfast," Sam replied, always enthusiastic about the prospect of food intake, one of the few things about him that had not changed.
Otto knew he was outnumbered, so he smiled as he said, "No prob. We can see if Reggie's come back from school yet."
After finishing her first semester at Dart University, Reggie Rocket had decided to take some extra classes at the local community college. Between her classes and study sessions at the library, they rarely saw her. It seemed that the only time they did see her was at The Shack. That was probably why Twister wanted to go there. Otto and Sammy were his best friends, but his relationship with Reggie was unique. It was she that encouraged him to put more focus on school. During high school, she had worked hart to get excellent grades that would help her get a scholarship. Also, she put in extra hours at the Shack to earn money for books and supplies. For some reason, Twister had felt he needed to earn Reggie's respect, since he knew that both of his parents were going to pay for two years of college. Thus, he began to concentrate on his studies, particularly calculus and history. His hard work paid off, for he got a partial scholarship, covering two more yeas of college. His family had been so proud, even Lars had said something nice. Reggie, on the other hand, had only her father and Otto, and as much as Raymundo tried, he could not make enough to put both if his children through school Thus, Reggie had earned her scholarships through study, while Otto had earned his through sports.
They had reached the Shack only a few minutes later. As expected, Reggie was there, munching on a Hula Burger. As she was about to take another bite, she looked up and saw the boys. She smiled, waving them over. For some reason, Twister was slightly nervous approaching her. He did not know why, but he was.
"Hey guys. How's it hanging?" Reggie asked as the trio sat down. Although she had changed, the changes in Reggie were more subtle. Her hair was still curly, but longer, and most of the time held back by a clip, a few strands framing her face. She was not as tall as the boys, but she was just as slender, curved in all the appropriate places. Her lips were a little fuller, enhanced by lip gloss. She had definitely grown up, and every male noticed. While Otto just acknowledged it, Twister, Sam, and every other male had more appreciation for it.
"Nothing much Reg. We were going to catch some waves, but the water is totally flat," Otto began.
"Yeah, and we got tired of playing Frisbee, so we decided to come for some grindage," Sam finished. As if on cue, Tito, Raymundo's long-time friend, came over, carrying over a tray full of burgers, fries, and hakes. Greedily, the trio dug in. To Twister, it was just like old times.