Advice from Lars

The Sunday sun was settling after a weekend full of action and fun for most kids. Almost all teens and kids of Ocean Shores used their weekends wisely. They skated, swam, surfed, biked, hung out, saw movies, played basketball, and went to the amusement park when they had allowance money.

Lars had definitely had a satisfying day. He had hit the waves, gathered courage to flirt with the new girl from school, and invite her to an afternoon at the amusement park. It was copasetic. Once he got home he'd finish that can of Pringles he stashed away, sit in his armchair and watch some Extreme Championship Wrestling.

Entering his house everything seemed to be normal. His mom was just beginning to cook a Mexican dinner and his dad was helping, eating more than helping but helping nonetheless.

"Lars, dinner in half an hour," informed his mother in a heavy Spanish accent.

"Sí madre," he conceded while poking his head into the snack closet.

Moving aside a few cracker boxes he desperately searched for the Pringles. They were gone! With a sigh he grabbed the box of Suzie Q's. The extremely light box only had one left. His mouth agape in surprise soon turned to a growl of contempt. Someone completely pigged out on his stash of goodies.

Snatching the last cake he strolled out of the kitchen and into the family room. Strangely, the TV was already on and streaming a cartoon.

With a running jump he leapt into his cozy armchair only to crash into someone hard. The sound of heads clashing erupted and Lars grabbed his forehead with a squeal. Opening his eye he noticed that he was on his little brothers back, and that the two were surrounded by wrappers, bags, and cans.

"Outta my Chair dork!" growled Lars rubbing his head.

"I was here first," began Twister stopping at the sight of the viciousness in his older brothers eyes.

"Oh yeah?" questioned Lars briskly pressing his feet against Twist's back to kick him right off.

With a thud Twister landed on his butt.

"Ouch!" complained twister.

Ignoring his brothers whining he tossed all the junk off his seat and onto the carpet. "So you've been getting into all my stuff!" growled Lars.

"It's not just yours!" quirked Twister picking himself up.

Lars chose to ignore the comment and instead search for the remote in the cushions. After a few minutes of searching and listening to his little brothers cartoon he let out a snarl.

"Where's the remote Twister?"

"Dude, I don't know. Maybe a dolphin took it!" shrugged Twister quickly placing his hand behind his back.

"Is that right?" growled Lars walking over with a scowl on his face.

"Ask mom!" pointed Twister with his other hand.

With a lunge Lars had Twister pinned against the couch. The remote still underneath him Lars grabbed for it. Twister pushed his older brother with his arms only to get them shoved down above his head.

Snatching the remote he made sure to flick his brother's hat off before leaving.

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It was a commercial break, and surprisingly Twister had decided to stay and watch the extreme wrestling. It was totally harsh but he was totally bored.

"How come you weren't out with the Rocket Dork and Squid?" asked Lars out of nowhere.

Twister gave a nervous chuckle before answering, "Why you asking?"

"Look, I was just curious! What? You guy's fighting over whose lamer?" sniggered Lars.

"No!" erupted Twister.

"Sure," chuckled Lars.

"It's not that!" muttered Twister looking away.

"Then what?" asked Lars in annoyance.

"It's just… I … well it's actually Rocket Girl… just really confusing!" mumbled Twister nervously.

"What happened with Rocket Girl?" asked Larks deviously.

"Nothing!" coughed Twister.

"Yeah right! Tell me you little Twerp!" ordered Lars.

"Look it was just a stupid accident!" snapped Twister growing uncomfortable.

"Well guess what?" began Lars deviously.

Twister looked up interested as his brother sat up a fire in his eyes.

"It's commercial break! And I have 3 minutes to pound it outta you!" husked Lars rushing up to get him in a tight headlock.

"Okay, okay! I'll tell you!" submitted Twister after a minute.

"Finally!" breathed Lars unlocking his arms.

"Well were all surfing and stuff. So erm… well it was fun! Otto kept beefing it, and Squid kinda still sucked." told Twister.

"Yeah, nothing new there!" snorted Lars rolling his eyes.

"Well… Reggie decided to wear… a girl swimsuit. You know… the thingy with two pieces!" stuttered Twister his mouth going dry.

Lars snickered wickedly before stating, "A bikini!"

"Yeah, that!" gulped Twister.

"Okay, go on!" smirked Lars.

"Oh, right… so me and her were uhm… competing. Then we collided, and went under… So I was swimming up… and uhm… commercial break is over!" stuttered Twister.

"Just hurry up and say it!" snapped Lars knowingly.

Twister opened his mouth, but merely choked.

Lars rolled his eyes, 'This must've been his first encounter with female counterparts. This was just plain funny.'

"I was swimming up… and, and, and… her swimsuit was, well broken… kinda." answered Twister twirling his fingers.

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Lars in mock.

Twister hadn't caught the tone and instead continued, "Well I saw a part of her I don't usually… I mean ever see!"

"Well duh," snorted Lars walking back to his chair.

"I don't know what to do though! Cause she knows I saw. And it's so embarrassing and weird. What am I supposed to say? What am I supposed to do?" rambled Twister scratching his head.

"My show's on!" growled Lars ending the conversation.

Twister lowered his eyes to his shoes and blew out a breath of air. Looks like he would have to avoid his friends for another day.



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Lars entered his room after dinner to play on his x-box. Twister had been a complete bore, mom and dad were talking about work, and the food was good though.

Turning on the x-box he sat back with his controls ready to delve into 'Halo'.

Immediately entering Legendary, he began playing hoping to beat his Highest Score. He was racking up some crazy points. After a long and exciting game he beat his score and would definitely be at the top.

However on the scoreboard he was only in third place.

"What the…" he blanked.

Last time he checked he was in first place. Now it big gold letters read 'Twister'. He had even reserved second place.

Lars spent years making sure he always beat his little brother at everything. He didn't like losing especially to someone younger then him. Now his brother outranked him at his own game. This wasn't going to cut it.

The dork of a brother had came in his room, played his games, and beat his scores. He had too much time on his hands!

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Twister sat on his bed looking up at the ceiling. He decided to try his best at not thinking about Reggie. This is especially hard, because by trying too much, you remember what you were trying to avoid thinking of. If you try too little, you end up thinking about it anyway.

Suddenly, his door burst open and in entered Lars. Twister watched cautiously as his brother slunk over. In a few seconds he was menacingly standing in front of the bed a snarl on his face. In an instant he shoved one hand on his brother holding him down, the other snatching a pillow to whack him with. After a few free shots he tossed it across the room, now focusing on Twister.

"You're going to start hanging out with your friends again, got it?" growled Lars challengingly.

"But what about… the accident! I can't!" squeaked Twister.

Lars rolled his eyes and got off his brother. Pacing across the room he instructed his little brother.

"Here's what you're going to do! Act like it never happened; forget about the whole entire thing. Chances are she's more embarrassed about it then you! If she brings it up, just tell her it doesn't really matter. It's not that big of a deal. Got it?"

Twister bit the side of his cheek while thinking it over. Sounded easy enough. His brother did have more experience, so that was probably how it's done. Right?

"Got it!" he nodded.

"Good!" sighed an exasperated Lars slumping over the computer chair.

"Thanks Lars!" smiled Twister.

"Look I just did it to get you outta my house!" covered Lars frustrated.

Lars glanced at his bro's computer desk to see his CD out of the case and lying around.

"Hey, is that my CD?" snarled Lars pointing at the CD in question.

"NO! It's a mirror!" lied Twister waving his arms.

Lars gritted his teeth together as he grabbed the disc seething. Muttering under his breath he quickly left closing the door with a slam.

'Act like nothing ever happened. Pretend things are normal. Sounds easy, but then again it always sound's easier then it is. I hope it works!' gulped Twister as he turned off his lamp.

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