Author's Note:Hey. It's been a while since I've wrote a fic and this is my first Rocket Power fic. Thanks to all my reviewers.

DisclaimerI do not, in any way, shape, or form, own anything from Rocket Power. However, Allie, Tony, and Jason are my own characters. With that said, on with the fic!

"Oh, and Twister, there's something I need to tell you. I, um, well…"

"What is it, Reg?"

"Well, me and Sam kinda, well, we kissed."

"You and the Squid? You're kidding right?" Twister laughed at the thought of Sam getting up the courage to kiss Reggie. Hell, he could hardly muster the courage to kiss her the first time. And Squid was wimpier than him.

"Twist, I'm serious. It happened after you left." Twister realized that Reggie was completely serious. When he spoke again, his voice had gone cold.

"Are you trying to see how many guys you can kiss in a week?"

"No, Twist, it was nothing like that.."

"First Jason ,then me, and now Sammy. Are you trying to break someone's record?"

"Twister, just let me explain!"

"Sorry, Reggie, I have to go."

"Twister," Reggie started to say, only to hear a click. He had hung up on her. She had known that he would be pissed, but Twister had always been the one that she trusted and wouldn't lie to. She just hoped that he'd get over it.

Twister got up off his bed and paced the floor. He couldn't get the image of Reggie and Sam kissing out of his head. He decided that he needed to get out of the house. He grabbed his cell and his skateboard. He'd just head over to Madtown for a while.

As Twister skated toward Madtown, he pulled out his phone and called Otto's cell. Normally, he'd call the Rocket's house, but he didn't want to risk Reggie answering the phone. Otto's phone rang a few times before he answered.

"Yeah?"

"Hey, Otto man. I was wondering if you wanted to do some after dark shredding at Madtown?"

"Hang on a sec, Twist." Twister heard Otto speaking and then a girl's voice answering in the background. Otto's voice came back over the line. "Sure, Twist, but only if I can bring someone."

"Sure, whatever, man."

"Okay. I'll be there in a few minutes."

Twister hung up the phone and continued on his way. It only took him about two minutes to get down to the pier. He thought about heading toward the Shack, but decided against it. He really didn't want any of Tito's Hawaiian sayings to think about. He turned and headed toward Madtown.

Twister was glad that there was no one around. Since it wasn't shoobie season yet and most of the locals were eating, he had Madtown to himself for a few minutes. Even Jason was gone. Twister skated through the gate and dropped in the bowl. He had done several tricks and was working on landing a new trick when someone called his name. Twister lost his focus and wiped out. Hard.

Twister slid on his side down the side of the bowl before landing on his back in the bottom. His head hit the ground with a dull thud and bounced. He just laid there for a minute. Then he blacked out. When he came to, Twister saw Otto standing over him. He sat up and took of his helmet to rub his head. All he remembered was his head bouncing off the pavement. The was a huge scratch on the back of his helmet where he hit.

Twister slowly got to his feet. Nothing was broken, but he knew that he would be sore in the morning. He slowly took inventory of his body to see exactly what hurt. He gradually became aware of someone talking to him.

"Sorry, dude. What did you just say?"

"I asked if you were okay."

"Yeah. I'm fine. I wiped out like a squid. I haven't done that in years."

"So you still wanna skate? Or are you headed home after that."

"Dude, I've taken worse falls and got up skating."

"Yeah, but dude, you had some major air when you went down that time."

"I'm fine. Let's skate." Twister was already off before Otto could say anything. He tried the trick again and landed it. He tried and landed it a few more times before deciding to call it quits.

"Hey, Otto Man, I'm out of here. Don't forget about class tomorrow."

"Alright. Catch you later, Twist."

Twister slowly walked home. He would rather skate, but it was uphill most of the way. He winced as he opened the front door. His shoulder felt like it had taken the force of the fall. But the pounding in his head told him otherwise. He took some medicine and went up to his room. After setting his alarm, he flopped on his bed and passed out.

His alarm woke him up at six thirty the next morning. His muscles were screaming where he had landed on them, but Twister just gritted his teeth and put up with it. It would take a lot more to make him stay in bed. He took a shower before throwing on a pair of faded jeans and an old maroon Hurley tee. He grabbed his hat and went downstairs.

Lars was already sitting at the table. Twister grabbed the aspirin off the counter where he had left it and downed two of them before eating breakfast. He had found a huge scrape down his side where his shirt had come up in addition to a bruise on his forehead where his helmet had hit.

Lars glanced at him before returning to eating. Then he looked back at him.

"Damn. What happened to your head?"

"I hit it last night." Twister shifted his weight and winced.

"I'm guessing that's not the only thing you hit?"

"Nope."

Twister gulped down his breakfast and left. He went over to the Rocket house to get Otto. He was surprised to see Reggie when he walked in.

"Hey, Reg," he said. Reggie jumped and turned to face him. She forced a smile that turned to a look of concern when she saw his head.

"Are you okay, Twist? What happened to your head?"

"The same thing that happened to my side," he said, lifting up the right side of his shirt. There was a six inch long scrape just below his ribcage. It had scabbed over, making it look worse than it was.

Reggie just looked at it. "How did you do that?"

"Skateboarding."

'That must have been one hell of a fall."

"Yeah. I was trying to land a new trick in the bowl and lost focus. I had some major altitude and went down. No big deal. Where's Otto?"

She pointed at the stairs. Twister could here his friend attempting to sing. He carefully walked toward the stairs. He had a slight limp where he guessed he had twisted his ankle. Reggie could tell from his slight limp when he walked away that it was a big deal. This time Twister had hurt more than his pride. He was no longer invincible.

Twister limped up the steps and into Otto's room. Otto glanced up from where he was digging for a shirt in a pile of clothes on his bed.

"Dude, you have a huge bruise on your head."

"Thanks for telling me, man. I hadn't noticed that earlier," Twister replied sarcastically, another indication that he was in pain. It usually took to much effort to be sarcastic.

Otto grabbed a navy shirt from the bottom of the pile and pulled it on. He checked in his pants pocket for his keys before walking out of his room, leaving Twister to follow at a slower pace. When they got back downstairs, Reggie was wearing a purple Billabong tee and a pair of jeans with her favorite flip flops. She had her book bag and was waiting on Otto and Twister. Sam was standing next to her.

"Reg, you ride with Sam. Twister is riding with me and it's a pain in the ass to get in and out of the backseat of my car."

Reggie just nodded and followed Sam out to his car, a silver Volkswagen Jetta. The car would have been big enough for all of them, but Twister was obviously still pissed about the night before.

"Hey, O-man, can we take my car instead? You can drive. I'm just not sure I'd be able to get out of your car with the way my back hurts from landing last night."

"Sure, Twist, no problem." They walked over to the blue SUV and climbed in. It only took them about ten minutes to get there. Reggie and Sam pulled into the parking lot in front of them. Twister winced as he got out of his SUV. He grabbed the door as his ankle threatened to give out. He bit back a groan and decided he should probably go get it x-rayed. Twister didn't feel like sitting in a doctor's office or the emergency room, though. Oh well.

He followed the others, limping into the classroom after them. They took their normal seats and waited for the professor. He never showed up. Everyone waited half an hour for him before leaving. Twister limped back to his car and climbed in. Sam had to go to work, so Reggie climbed in the backseat. Otto got in and drove back to Twister's house.

It was a quiet ride, since Otto was concentrating on driving and neither Reggie nor Twister felt like talking. Twister kept shifting, trying to find a more comfortable way to sit. Reggie sat silently, studying her cast and then looking out the window at the passing scenery.

When Otto stopped the car in front of Twister's house, Reggie jumped out and walked across the cul-de-sac to the Rocket house. Twister took his time getting out. He winced when his ankle hit the ground, but quickly recovered. He took his keys when Otto handed them to him.

"Twist, bro, what's going on with you and Reg?"

"Nothing."

"Come on, Twist. We've known each other for years. Something's up."

"Whatever. I don't really feel like talking about it."

"All right, bro. No prob. I'll see you later."

Otto jogged over to his house as Twister limped to the front door. He opened the door and went in, not bothering to lock the door behind him. He went into the living room and sprawled out on the couch. He flipped the TV on and closed his eyes trying to block out the throbbing that was starting in his head. He woke up several hours later to someone knocking on the door.

Twister slowly stood up and made his way toward the door. He really didn't feel like answering it, but his parents would kill him if he didn't. He was expecting some total stranger or even one of the neighbors when he opened the door, but the person standing on the other side was none other than Lars.

"Dude, where's your keys?"

"In my room. I forgot to grab them this morning when I went out. Got a problem with it?" he asked threateningly, even though his threats didn't hold much since Twister was now bigger than him by two inches.

"Nah. Just wondering what you would have done if I hadn't been here. You'd have been screwed, bro."

"Why are you here? Don't you have class?"

"The prof. never showed up. So we left. But you're right. I shouldn't be sitting around here. I'm gonna catch some waves. See ya," Twister said as he headed up to his room to change. He pulled on a pair of blue swimming trunks and a gray hoodie.

He came back downstairs and jammed his feet into a pair of old sneakers. His next stop was the garage, where he kept his surfboard. After he grabbed that, he was on his way to Rocket Beach. It only took him five minutes to walk to the beach. It was practically empty, except for a few people taking advantage of the warm weather and nice sets of waves rolling in.

Twister went down near the water and stripped off his hoodie before kicking off his shoes next to it. He didn't even bother bringing a towel with him anymore since he usually sat on the beach for a while and watched the waves after he finished surfing.

Twister lifted his board and ran into the waves. He got past the breakers before bellying up on his board and paddling out. When he was out far enough, he sat up on his board and glanced around at the other surfers. He saw a few people he recognized, but none that he knew really well. Most of them were kids that had gone to his high school or had lived around Ocean Shores for years. There was one new guy that Twister had never seen before, but there was the occasional shoobie that showed up early.

Twister waited for a good wave to roll in. It only took a few seconds before he picked out a wave and was up. He expertly handled his board. After all, he had been using the same board for over ten years.

He rode the wave to close to the beach before dropping back down on his board and paddling back out. He kept this up for the next hour before deciding that it was time to head in. He was on his last wave when the new guy got in his way and screwed him up. Twister ate it. Hard. His side hit his board as he went down, scraping off part of his scab. He came up for air and grabbed on to his board with one hand. The other hand went to his side, where the salt water was causing the scrape to burn.

Twister paddled in and sat on the beach, drying off some before putting his hoodie back on. He was more than ready to go home. His side hurt like hell and his mind was racing with insults he could have thrown at the guy that made him fall. Twister dropped his head and let the warm sun dry him off. He glanced up when a shadow fell across him. It was the new dude.

"Hey, dude, I'm sorry about that out there. I dropped in before I saw that you had that wave." Twister took a minute to study the guy before he answered. The guy was tall, just a little shorter than him. His blond hair was bleached, but Twister didn't know whether it was from the sun or whether the dude visited a hair dresser on a regular basis. He looked like a guy that Reggie or Cleo would love to date.

"Guess you should pay attention next time."

"I deserve that. I'm really, really sorry. It was totally my bad. I'm new and I'm still getting used to things here. One of the guys was explaining the way things work earlier."

"Yeah. I figured you were either new or a shoobie."

"A what?"

"Shoobie."

"What's that?"

"Dude, you've got a lot to learn about Ocean Shores. But don't worry about the surfing thing. It's happened before and it will happen again."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. It's fine."

"Okay then, if you're sure, um…"

"Twister."

"Nice to meet you, Twister. I'm Tony. But what's a shoobie?"

"Come on. I'll explain Ocean Shores lingo to you and show you where the best burgers in town are made."

"Sounds good."

Sorry this took so long to get up. It's been crazy with class and practice and workstudy and everything. Anyway, hope you liked it. I've already got the next chapter done, but it's not getting posted unless I get some reviews.