A/N: Well, here we are. The second chapter of this story. Man, I need the views... but that's not the point of the story, views. All I need though is motivation. So, I'll write the second chapter and post it, so, enjoy!

Personal troubles happen, as we've seen and as we'll see but, that doesn't mean their fun, like Reggie and Twister's problem.

They had to tell Otto and everyone else soon. You see, Sam Trish knew but...

...that was it.

Nobody else knew, they were the only people who knew, Sam Trish, at the time they weren't overthinking it, but afterwards they did start to overthink it...

...and it went out of hand fast.

Even then, Otto set up dates for him and he had to go on them so Otto would shut up. He would take them to dinner, the movies, but that was it. Nothing else, some of them he had kissed but he never told Reggie, he didn't want to make her pissed off at him, even though she was cute when she got mad, to him at least.

He just had to convince Reggie to tell people, that was it. Tell people. Nothing hard. Not something easy either, something tolarable, something that wasn't too hard, but she had to make it so hard. Not that she hated her but, ugh, it could make him pissed off. Just like tonight, tonight was supposed to be a really good night, but they started fighting just because he brought that up.

He could remember it vividly.

"You know that we can't remain secret forever, right?" Twister had asked her. They were watching a rom-com on screen and it got him thinking.

"I know that, but, it just isn't the time." Reggie replied

"Just saying. We can't keep it going on for like...seven years." Twister responded

'"Yes, I know, just...I don't want to talk about it." Reggie replied

"I'm just saying Reggie, just saying." Twister replied. He should've just shut up and left her alone. She didn't want to talk about it so, let her be. Don't push her. God Twist your so stupid.

"I know Twist! Just because I don't want to tell now, doesn't mean I don't want to tell!" Reggie exclaimed

"Okay, fine, I'll drop it." Twister said calmly

"No! You wanted to talk about it, so let's talk!" Reggie exclaimed

"Just...I shouldn't have said anything. Look, Reggie, just...You don't wanna remain secret forever. Do you?" Twister said

Reggie thought for a moment and responded with, "Well, no. I don't. I wanna live happy too but, you pushing the question isn't going to help anything!" Reggie exclaimed

"Alright already. I don't wanna be just like him, you know." He responded with

"Yeah, you sure are like him. Questioning me and all." Reggie said harshly

"Excuse me?" Twister asked pissed off

"Yes. I said you were like Trent." Reggie said

Now that set him off. He really regretted what happened next. He should've controlled his anger, but no. He let it get the best of him and what he said, really, really hurt her feelings.

"Okay. So you think I'm like Trent! So let me act like him too! Your a selfish brat right now and I don't like you for just assuming that I'm like an asshole, just like you, you little...little fucking prick!" Twister yelled

Reggie looked at him with shocked eyes. Maybe it was the vodka she had, but she overreacted, to Twister at least, at the time.

"What! I am so telling Otto what you said! He's going to kill you!" Reggie cried as she ran upstairs as Twister followed her

"Wait, you wouldn't do that!" Twister yelled as he ran upstairs to save himself

Reggie picked up the phone, but Twister grabbed it and threw it across the room, breaking it in the process.

"You broke my phone! Now I'm going to kill you!" Reggie said as she ran at Twister trying to hit him. He dodged it and caught her as she was starting her fall.

"Woah there. You need some sleep. Here, let me put you in bed." Twister said as he put her in bed, she still tried to punch him. Also started to claw him too, but he dodged the punches and took the clawing. It hurt but the punches would've hurt more.

He went up and got her some milk and sat there with her until she fell asleep, once that was over he got up, wrote her a note and left.

Now we're here...

Twister was walking down the streets, hating himself for leaving Reggie and saying those things about her. He beat himself over it but, at the same time she was drunk so, he didn't know what to do. He just walked along the streets as if he were following a trail.

Which he were, per say.

He was heading to Sam's house to talk to him. Trish was in another city so he didn't have a date with her. He couldn't think of anything else besides...Sam's mother.

He had totally forgotten to not bother Sam because his mother was at his house. Sam was caring for her after she was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. Pretty rough for him to swallow right after his dad had died.

Was there anything else he forgot? Like seriously, how was he just remembering this stuff! Wait, did he have his stuff! He checked and was relieved that everything was there, and he continued on his way. So, now Sam's house was rendered out. Just great.

He just needed someone who could help him. He could ask Otto but that might get him screwed. He could ask Tito, but then again...he couldn't risk it.

Shit, he actually was screwed here.

He had no one to call, it's not like he had a brother or anything!

Are you fucking serious! I'm so drunk high that I forgot I even had a brother! Damn I should take less weed alcohol if I'm forgetting simple shit like this!

He called up Lars but then he remembered something and instantly hung up.

"Don't call Lars because I'm too busy at my friends wedding, meh meh meh." Twister imitated Lars poorly, but it brought a chuckle out of him

"I just need someone to help me." Twister said as he walked along the streets of King City, a city that was recently built. Originally the land was going to go to Ocean Shores, but they declined the offer, so they decided to make a new city, and that's how they made King City. A good history lesson brought to you by Twister Rodriguez.

Twister sighed. He needed help, soon. He walked along the streets since Reggie brought him over, he was supposed to sleep over, but, he didn't need the extra stress over the fight.

He called for a cab instead of walking since his legs were tired. King City was a big city, and Reggie lived near the border between King City and the next city, not Ocean Shores, but some other city named Alto Plaza, that's where Otto lived, Twister on the other hand still lived, and was the only one of the four members, to still live in Ocean Shores. Like he said, Otto lived in Alto Plaza. Reggie and Sam lived in King City, and he lived in Ocean Shores.

"Why am I repeating shit in my head." Twister said to himself

The cab finally arrived and he hopped in.

"Where to?" The cab driver said. He looked high too but, Twister didn't care. He just wanted to get home.

"My house." Twister said

"Where's that?" The cab driver asked. Oh right, he needed to tell him his address.

"My address is 1225, Ocean Hills Court, Ocean Shores." Twister said

"Gotcha." The cab driver said as he typed his address in a machine that told him directions. Wait, cabs had those? I thought they were too cheap to get them. Wait, King City was rich so of course they had that shit.

Since Twister didn't take King City's cabs too much since he wasn't from here so he didn't remember. He ended up enjoying his ride for a moment. Some really good music was playing and the driver and he were having a good conversation. All was going well until...

...they crashed the cab.

A/N: I don't know if this is going to be one of the shorter chapters, or the longer chapters, but I finally got the motivation to start and finish writing the second chapter. I know this tragedy was so sudden but it's a sub-concept for a story. Basically, it's a concept that could make it's own story, but I don't think I could write a good story out of it, to me at least. If you think that meaning is wrong, then tell me your definition below! Finally, now I can end this second chapter with saying, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and see you in the next chapter!