A/N: Enjoy.

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Once again, te boys were waiting. This time on Twisters' porch, waiting for 9 o'clock to roll around. Twister was waiting for some thing different, though. I can't believe I'm going to do this. This is so crazy!

"Why did Jessie give you her skate board, bro?" asked Jamal. Christen shrugged. He had Jessie's board on his lap since he had came over.

"I dunno. Some kid told me Jessie Martinez wanted me to hold her board." He took another sip of his Corona. Personally, Twister preferred Tequila (maybe because he always drank it when he visited Mexico, he drank it) , but is Corona was all Otto had at the moment, then so be it.

Twister thought about what he was going to do. Sure, his mom would freak, Dad'll probably be to drunk to notice shit anyways, and Lars would think he's crazy. Otto would either call me a "lame-o" or "awesome". It was hard to tell with him. But Twister would be happy regardless, he going to do some thing totally awesome.

A car stopped in front of the house. A young girl stepped out of the car, Twister couldn't see her face due to large sun glasses that cut off half her face. The girl had long brown hair, to her shoulders, and white shorts that reached her knees. She had on a green blouse and green slippers. She would her the perfect young lady… but she walked with a boy-ish swag.

"Christen, gimme my board!" the strange girl yelled. Christen looked around, bewildered.

"And who are you?" he asked, the girl signed

"Don't be an idiot, Crissy. It's me, Jessie." she said, snatching away her board. Otto and Sam fell out their chair. Jamal spit out the alcohol that was in his mouth.

"Liar!" joked Otto, once her regained his balance. "Jessie would never be caught in clothes that fit the season!" she came up behind him and smacked him on the head.

"Now do you think I'm Jessie?" she sneered.

"Yeah, yeah. Just keep those lethal weapons away from me." whined Otto protecting his head. Twister laughed. Any other girl would scratch, bite, pulled hair. But with Jessie, fists were flying. The first week she came to Ocean Shores, she had beat Twister up. People beefed on him until she caught Otto making fun of him, and she beat him up too. From that day on, she hung out every day with the Rocket Gang.

"Why the girl clothes, Jessie?" asked Twister, fighting off a grin.

"We had to visit my grandma to day. Dad told me to dress up, I was about to wear some fresh J's and my new Yankees hat, you know the one with the orange stitching? Well it turned out that he already picked out my 'clothes. This shit! When ever he comes, he thinks he can boss me around! I hate it!" When she finished talking, she took Sam's Corona and took a huge gulp.

"Hey-"

"Shut it. Twister lemme borrow some clothes." she got up and walked into his house without hearing his answer.

"Sorry, Jess, I don't own any dresses. OW!" out of no where a slipper hit him in the head. As he walked into his room, a shirt hit him in the face. "What the-"

"Ok, Twist, I want these." Jessie held up a pair of blue and white basketball shorts, and a blue white beater. Twister raised a lazy hand in recognition. Jessie started to take off her pants when Twister got up and shielded his eyes.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Warning much!" he said exciting the room.

"Stop being a such a baby!" she screamed at him. Then she laughed. That's Jessie fro you. She didn't look at herself like as a girl, she looked at herself as if she was a… well boy. She grew up with boys, she never had any one else to show her to be a girl. Girls hated her because of it. Boys rather hang out with her, because she can give any guy advice at a girls' point of view. But you can still talk to her as if she was a guy. Not many girls can do that.

"Yeah but, your a chick!" Twister joked. He looked at Jessie, who was finished changing, blushed. Jessie Martinez never blushes. Twister shook it off.

"Yeah, well, glad you noticed genius!" she pushed past him.

"What did I do?!" shouted Twister after her. "No wait, I'm sorry. Are you still going with me to do…?" Jessie signed and nodded.

"Of coarse! I gotta go with you, my uncle is doing it anyways. He's part Mexican, maybe he'll give you a discount." she laughed. "Tio Jose never gives discounts!" she laughed again. Twister laughed to.

"What's so funny?" asked Sam when they got out side. Jessie and twister both made a noise that sounded like 'nuttin'. Twister made a move to sit in the chair he was in before, but Jessie bet him to it and laughed in his face.

"Ahahaha, yeah, yeah. Get off." he pushed her off and she fell to the ground. He turn to laugh. But when he looked down to the ground he saw Jessie sniffing and fighting about tears. "Awww jeez, Jess. I'm sorry. Here, let me help you up." Twister got up from his seat and as quick as lightening, Jessie stole it.

"Haha! God, they always fall for it!" she put her feet up then jumped up from her seat. "Ah, Twist, we gotta go! Bye guys!" she waved to the rest of the boys and got the board.

"Wait, where are you going?" asked Otto, standing up.

"You didn't tell them, Twister? Oh well! I will, Twister's getting his lip pierced, and he's getting a tattoo!" shouted Jessie.

"Thanks, Jess, now let's go." Twister pulled her arm. She made major air jumping down the porch steps, but she slowed down when she hit land. Twister rode up next to her and shoved her and shoved her a bit. She flipped him off and crouched down on her board. Pushing herself along with her hands, Jessie excited the cul-de-sac. Twister saw Lars' car on the side of the rode. Weird.

Twister went next to the car and looked inside. He nearly threw up right then and there. Inside were Lars and Reggie doing… Twister didn't even want to know what they were doing. Lars is his grossly annoying brother and Reggie is…like a sister to him. Brother and sister…barf

He knocked on the window. Once. Twice. On the third knock Lars rolled down the window. "What do you want?" he asked.

"Oh, I just wanted to tell you I'm getting my lip pierced oh and that I'm also getting a tattoo. Later much!" he skated away with Lars yelling at him. Twister chuckled at himself.

Someone skated up behind him. Reggie. "Why didn't you tell me! I know a great place-"

"Naw, I know a place too. It's ok. I don't need you cause you're all experienced and shit." Twister said. Reggie pierced Lars' ear, Otto's ear, her own lip and Twisters' ear. Of coarse, the ear wasn't a very big deal for Twister. But he could never do any thing more. Then a thought hit him.

"Am I gunna be able to make out with a pierced lip?" he whispered to Reggie. She laughed and nearly fell off her board.

"Ok coarse you can you idiot! What do you with me and Lars were doing in the car? Playing checkers?" she laughed. Reggie had a snakebite piercing. Twister guess she kissed with it ok. Lars didn't complain.

"So why, Twist?" she asked. They turned the corner. When Twister got side by side with Reggie again he answered her.

"I dunno. I guess because I just wanna do some thing reckless before school starts." he looked ahead and saw Jessie stop in front of a tattoo parlor. The sign said:

Jose's Tattoo Parlor

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n swirly letters. This must be where I'm getting it done. "Twister! Hurry your ass up, Tio Jose won't be open much longer and he ain't very nice after 5!"

"Yeah, whatever I'm coming" he hopped off his board and tucked it under his arm. The first thing he noticed as he walked into the parlor was the lack of breathable air. There was smoke every where and he could barely see 4 feet ahead of him.

"Tio Jose, donde es usted? Consegui que un cliente!" yelled Jessie. Twister blinked, and she disappeared.

"Whoa, whatta place, huh?" whispered Otto to Twister. Twister was about to reply when a man, standing at least 7 feet, came out to him and spoke to him.

"You Twister Rodriguez?" said the man with a strong Spanish accent.

"Y-yes." stuttered Twister. The man nodded and put a heavy hand on his shoulder.

"You come with me now." Twister looked 3 feet tall compared to the man, Jose most likely. The man led him into a dimly lit room. It looked like the dentist office to Twister. Only darker, scarier, and no pictures of cute talking teeth.

"Que tipo de tatuaje tu queire, Maurice?" Jose asked him.

"Naa, un corazón con fuego." Twister said back at him. Jose grunted. He put on white gloves. Twister flinched every time he snapped the glove on his skin. Jose gripped Twister's bicep.

"Aquí?" he said. Twister nodded. He started the needle.

"I no going to lie. It will hurt. You ready?" Twister nodded again. He shut his eyes tightly and prepared for the pain.

Nothing.

Then a sudden pain shoot up his arm. "God…" he whispered. I'm not gunna cry, I'm not gunna fucking cry… Twister promised himself. "Awww fuck!" Twister grunted.

"No be scare. I do this many time afore." Jose said causally. Why the fuck is he trying to make fucking conversation!

"That's cool." Twister choked out. The man continued to talk and Twister continued to swear inside his head. This dude better not make not one fucking mistake with all his fucking talk. Awww man, ow. Shit. Owwwww!

"All done, Maurice." Jose stood up and examined Twister's arm. He nodded and then spoke. "You may look in mirror but come for piercing." Awww damn. "Go to friends. Show off."

"Twister! How'd it go, bro? Did it hurt?" asked Otto once Twister got back to the waiting area. His friends gathered around to look at the tattoo. It came out better than Twister expected. It had precise details. Jose even add barbed ware around the heart engulfed in flames.

"Whoa, Twister! That's one hell of a tattoo!" shouted Christen, punching him in the arm where the tattoo is.

"God damn!! Don't fucking touch my arm, Christen!" Twister yelled at his friend. Christen backed away, hands raised. "Anyways, I…I don't think the piercing is coming today. Maybe tomorrow."

"WHAT?!?" yelled some one behind him. Jose was at the doorway. "You come here for tattoo and piercing, and you leave with tattoo and piercing!" he shouted at him.

"Yes sir!" yelled Twister, eyes widen with fright. The man grunted and walked to the back of the parlor.

"Sit." he said, pointing at a chair. Twister whimpered and sat in it. "Now, what kind of ear you want? Ring or es stud?"

"Ring." Twister put on an emotionless face. But as soon at Jose put the piercing gun to his lip, Twister started sweating bullets again.

"Ow! Oh God!" shouted Twister. He put a hand on his lip and winced. It was throbbing, it felt like he had a heart there. "Awww man." he groaned.

"Cool ring, Twist." said Christen pulling back his arm to punch him again.

"Hey, hey, hey! Punch me again and I'll make sure you don't pee for a week." threatened Twister.

"Twist pay the guy, and let's jet. We gotta get ready for the party." said Otto, crossing his arms.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Twister took out 45 dollars and gave to Jose. Jose grunted. Twister took that as a thank you.

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Twister entered the liquor store with confidence. He picked up a 30 box Corona. And another box of 30 Tequila. They'll need more. But Reggie'll pick more up later.

He went up to the cash register and took out 25 dollars to pay.

"ID please." the man asked. Twister, prepared as ever, took out his fake ID. The man checked it over. Twister didn't change his facial expression at all. A cool exterior, as always. "Nice tattoo, bro. Have a nice night."

Twister stacked the boxes on top of one another and carried them in both hands. As he excited the store, a couple of kids came up to him. One had red hair and was at least a foot shorter then twister and the other had white-blond hair and was about the same height as him.

"Yo, dude, you gunna share?" said the shorter one. The other laughed. Twister ignore them and walked down the street.

"What? You just gunna ignore us like dat?" again, Twister didn't replay. "ok, iight, then." Twister felt three rocks hit him in the back. These bitches are just asking for it…

"Yo! Come on, man! Lemme get some of dat Tequila!" the shorter one shouted again. The other one laughed.

"Man, Jordan, if he drinking Tequila, he must be Mexican!" he joked to his friend.

"Yo! Man, is it true? You some kinda board-jumper?" that was the last straw. Twister stopped. With his back still turned he gently placed the drinks on the ground.

"You want some! Come get it!" Twister shouted.

"That's what I'm talking about!" said Jordan. He and his friend ran up to Twister. When they reached him, Twister's fist shot out and hit the shorter on if the temple.

"Wha-?" the taller one pinned Twister's arms behind hit back while Jordan punched him twice in the gut. Twister got free and brought the taller one to the ground with Jordan punching him in the back. Jordan was not a good fighter.

Every time Twister punched the taller boy in the face, he spoke. "Never." punch. "Call" punch. "Me" punch. "A board-jumper." punch. "Again!" Twister noticed he pass out. When her turned around Jordan had his fists up and protecting his face.

"St-stay away from me!" he shouted. Twister chuckled and tackled him to the ground. He punched him, he stomped on him, he whomped him. Twister stood up and examined his work. Blood. Twister got it on his shirt and his shoes.

"Bitches." he got his boxes and continued down the street, whistling to himself.

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A/N: Fun. Wasnt it ?