Thanks for the reviews everyone, and welcome back! I'm glad that my Spanish was correct. I plan on using some more throughout this fic with both Twister and Lars. Twister is going to say something to Reggie that he surprises himself with, only Reggie won't know what it means since he says it in Spanish, and then tries his best to cover it up. I think I'll have that happen in chapter 12, or I'll probably add it on to chapter 10 since I want Otto to encounter Reggie and Twister again for 12. Chapter 11 will be "Ottomatic"! It'll be all about Otto. I probably should shut up now, eh? lol

Oh, just thought I'd mention something regarding the monkey thing. I think he has a fear of monkeys in general. In Double-O Twistervision, he got sort of an apprehensive look after Otto said that "a monkey could make a better movie". Well, I personally always thought so since he did get a weird look after Otto mentioned it, and if he doesn't have a fear of monkeys in general…too bad! I want him to have a fear of monkeys! lol

Now, back to the relevant stuff. For this chapter, Sherry, Trish, and Trent make their debuts. From the title, I'll let you assume want may, or may not, happen.

Well, enjoy your Thanksgiving treat and don't forget to watch the Rocket Power movies on November 28, and don't forget about the Rocket Power Christmas special that airs on December 9 at 8:30 pm EST on Nickelodeon.

Now, as always, I do not own anything dealing with Rocket Power. Klasky-Csupo has that honor.

Chapter 09: Operation Ask Out Regina & Misunderstandings…

"Hey, Sherry!" a girl with long, dark hair wearing a yellow t-shirt along with a pair of long beige shorts, called while running towards the entrance of the amusement park.

"Hey girlfriend," the blonde-haired girl wearing the gold, dangly earrings, red midriff and red skirt greeted back with a high-five. "Glad you could make it, Trish."

"Hey, where's Reggie, and what did you say about Trent being the fourth member of our party?"

"Well, ugh, he's sorta coming here tonight."

"Wait, don't tell me you were serious about hooking Reggie up with Trent!"

Sherry gave her friend a bashful laugh. "Well, yeah, why not?"

The petite girl shook her head, her long straight brown hair swishing from side to side. "I don't think playing matchmaker is a good idea, Sher. You really shouldn't mess with that kind of thing. It's meddling."

"You worry too much Trish." Sherry kept her eye on every person who entered the park. "Man, where is Reggie?" she huffed while looking down at her watch. "I can't believe she hasn't shown up yet."

Trish crossed her arms, giving her friend a look of disapproval. "She probably saw through your scheme to hook her up with Trent."

"Scheme?" the girl asked in mock innocence. "What scheme? What's wrong with four friends hanging out together?"

"Because there's always more to it whenever Trent is involved. You knew he was going to be here tonight and you probably told Reggie. Why didn't you tell me about it, anyway?"

"First of all, Reg doesn't know that Trent's coming, and second, I didn't tell you because I wasn't supposed to."

"Wasn't supposed to tell me what?"

"Okay, I'll tell you, but only because you're my best friend. Just don't let Trent know that you know."

"Spill it girlfriend!" Trish urged. The quiet, reserved girl normally wasn't into the gossip thing, and would normally avoid it, which was pretty difficult with Sherry as a friend, but there were definitely exceptions, and this was one of them.

Sherry looked around furtively to make sure no one was in listening distance, and then pulled Trish aside. She then whispered, "Trent is totally into Reggie! He asked me if I could get her here tonight, and that he'd do the rest. He was going to bump into us and then you and I would go off to ride whatever or do something, which would leave Reggie alone with Trent."

After hearing all that was told to her, Trish got a somewhat surprised look on her face. This news was unusual for Sherry. Usually gossip from Sherry normally consisted of her hearing news from a friend of a friend and so forth. This piece of gossipy information seemed to be that of the honest truth.

"Whoa, are you serious?" Sherry nodded. "So this matchmaker plan wasn't your idea, but his?" She nodded again. "Wait, how come he told you?"

The girl smiled proudly. "Because I'm Reggie's best friend."

"So am I!"

"True, but you're not the type to play matchmaker. You always stay out of it, whereas I," she giggled playfully, "love to play matchmaker!"

"So, only you know about it?"

"Yeah. Reg is going to be like, so surprised! He's finally going to ask her out! This is going to be awesome!"

"I guess it's about time," Trish said, slight indifference in her voice. "Wait a minute, if Trent didn't want anyone to know about it, how come you told Reggie that he liked her? You tell her that all the time."

"Exactly!"

"Huh?"

"I tell her that all the time. It's an everyday thing with me, and Reggie never believes me anyway whenever I do say it."

"Oh," she answered, wanting to get off of the subject of Trent. "So, any word on Otto?"

"No, he's still acting like a major dork and Reg still doesn't know why. I know she says she doesn't care, but I know she does. The two of them have always been close, especially after their mother died."

"Yeah, I remember that," Trish nodded slowly. "Reggie started to spend a lot more time with him after that. I think Twister started to hang around a lot more too after their mother died. He always hanged out with Otto, but even more after that. Otto seemed to always have him over whenever we would go over to visit Reg."

Sherry laughed. "I'm surprised Raymundo hasn't adopted him yet!"

"Adopted who?" a voice from behind the two asked, causing them to jump.

They turned around to see a handsome New Zealander wearing a black muscle shirt, a pair of dark green shorts, and a pair of sandals, like he'd just come from the beach. He had shoulder-lengthened light brown hair, tied back into a ponytail, tan skin, and was pretty well-built.

"Oh, hey Trent," Trish greeted.

She was pretty much used of the boy by now, so she didn't feel like fainting whenever he would grace her with his presence, or go into "Regina mode". The same went for Sherry. Both agreed that the boy was good-looking, but still only saw him as a friend for the most part, unlike the other girls at their school who would throw themselves at him or go out of their ways to get a seat by him in the lunchroom or at school assemblies. Trish found it interesting how he ignored them. At lunch, he would always sit with Reggie along with her, Sherry, and sometimes Sam, or other members of the rugby or surf teams.

"You scared us."

"Oh, I'm sorry Trish," he apologized with a smile that all of the girls at their high school would kill just to see.

"That's okay," Sherry told him.

"What a coincidence running into you three here," he replied casually.

"Three?" asked Trish.

"Yeah. You, Sherry, and Reggie." He looked around. "She is here with you, isn't she? Did she go to the restroom or a concessions stand?"

"I'm sorry, Trent, but I think she's still a bit bummed out over some things. I invited her to hang with Trish and me, but she said that there was no guarantee that she'd show. She would've gotten here by now if she was planning on coming since she's always on time."

Trent didn't say much of anything, other than a disappointed, "Oh."

Trish studied Trent and could tell that he looked pretty down over Reggie's not being there. He'd finally gotten the nerve to ask the girl out, and now he would have to regain that nerve all over again. "Well, you know," Trish began shyly, "we could go ride on something while we're here."

"Right on!" Sherry cheered.

"Let's go hit the roller coasters," Trish suggested.

With that, the three went off in the direction of the Tidal Wave.

"Oh man, this line is long!"

"We could still wait around and ride it, Trish," Sherry told her.

"I guess so." Trish folded her arms impatiently. She liked action, and standing in line wasn't the type of action she had in mind.

"Calm down, Trish," Trent told the girl while resting a hand on her shoulder, "we'll get up there eventually. I bet it won't even feel like a long wait."

"Y-yeah….I guess, so…"

Sherry, at this time, was very quiet as her two companions started talking about surfing techniques as both were in the surf club. That was a first for her. Out of the three of them – she, Reggie, and Trish – she was definitely the most talkative. Trish was the quietest, and Reggie was pretty much in the middle. Reggie was normally only loud when she felt something wasn't being done fairly, like the time she spoke out against Gnarly Surf magazine for its lack of coverage on female surfers. The reason for Sherry's sudden silence, was because something had caught her eye, while completely forgetting Trent was with them.

She pointed towards the Cave of Terror ride. "Hey, look over there!"

Both Trent and Trish looked over to where the girl had pointed. They saw one of the boats exiting the ride.

"Is that Reggie on that haunted ride?" asked Trish.

There was no doubt about it. Reggie's shades and her conspicuous hair gave her away.

"Who's that beside her, though?" Sherry tried to get a better look and squinted her eyes. "Looks like a guy and," she gasped, "he has his arms around her!"

"Whoa, that's Twister! I'd recognize that hat of his anywhere!"

"No way, Trish, it couldn't be!"

Trent stared, his mouth agape. 'Twister? He's…hugging her…'
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The ride was nearing the end, and Twister and Reggie's small boat was exiting the cave. It was pretty nerve-wracking. A lot of things jumped out at them, like bats, supposed ghosts of the victims that haunted the cave, and a variety of other things to play tricks on the mind. Of course one couldn't help but scream if something caught him or her off-guard. Both had done plenty of screaming with all of the things jumping out at them.

"Thank goodness," Twister breathed out in relief, "no giant monkeys and no brain-sucking glowworms."

"Um, Tw-Twist, you can let go of me now."

Twister looked over to his side and finally realized that he was, indeed, hugging on Reggie. At the very end of the ride, before they exited the cave, Twister saw a shadow that resembled a "giant monkey". He hugged onto Reggie without hesitation and screamed slightly. He was a bit jumpy from the ride in general, but that shadow was too much for him.

His face went red as he slowly let go of her, although a part of him didn't want to. Surprisingly, he enjoyed having Reggie in his arms, but soon shook away the thought. It wasn't normal to hug friends in such a way. "Um, sorry, Reg," he apologized hastily, yet timidly.

"Th-that's okay," she managed to say as she stood up to leave, trying her best to remain relaxed and casual. 'He was a bit jumpy from the ride. It's no big deal, right? It's just Twist…of course it's not a big deal that he was hugging me just now! We're only friends! He's like my brother,' her mind wandered slightly, 'but…I didn't mind the hug. I-I-I l-liked it. He gives nice hugs. It felt so…carefree and nice. I almost didn't want him to stop…NO NO NO NO NO! He's like a brother to me! I can't even think like this again! It's…weird and wrong!'

Twister followed suit and stepped off, the two people behind them taking their places.

"Um, so uh, wanna get something to e-"

"It's getting closer to sunset," Reggie interrupted. She really wanted to get rid of the uneasiness she now had from Twister's hug; an uneasiness she felt shouldn't have been there in the first place. "The sun is almost down, and the Ferris Wheel will be lighting up soon. Let's go on it so we can get a good view of the sunset. Other than my favorite spot down on the beach, the Ferris Wheel is the second best place to watch it. It'll be really pretty."

"Okay."

Reggie grabbed Twister's hand and pulled him along towards the ride. She was very anxious to get on. While she was pulling on the boy, Twister's face had gone somewhat red again.

'It's no big deal! She's grabbed my hand plenty of times. This time shouldn't be any different, right?' Realizing that logic wasn't helping, he inwardly cursed. 'Damnit, why do I feel this way when I'm around her more and more lately?'

They finally arrived at the big wheel, and luckily for them, they made it just in time to get into the last empty basket.

"Yeah, we made it!" Reggie cheered as she sat down. Twister nodded with a goofy grin, and sat beside her.
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"Hey, they headed over to the Ferris Wheel," Sherry pointed out. She and Trish were planning on asking if they wanted to hang with them, but the two ran by so fast, they didn't even notice Sherry calling to them.

"So they did," Trent replied distantly.

"Yo, Trent, are you feeling okay?" asked Trish.

"Sure, mate, sure."

"Maybe Reg was on her way here to meet up with us and ran into Twister," Sherry theorized, finally remembering Trent was there, wishing she hadn't noticed Reggie and Twister at all, "and since Reg was already coming here, he decided to join her. They probably looked around for us, but we just ended up missing each other."

"Yeah, so he did…"

'Wow, he looks incredibly disappointed,' Trish noted in thought. 'I can't believe Twist was all over Reg like that!'

"So, um…what do you want to do now?" asked Sherry, breaking the awkward silence that had befallen them. "Still want to wait in line for this ride?"

"I'm kind of wiped out from my surf meet, actually," Trent told them. "I think I'll go home and rest up. I only have one more day to practice before the surf competition and I'm in the first heat."

"Alright," Sherry muttered, a bit put out that everything didn't go according to plan.

Trent gave the two a forced smile before walking off. "Later, girls," he waved to them. 'I just can't believe what I saw. Rodriguez was hugging Reggie.' Another thought popped into mind for the New Zealander. 'Oh no, what else did they do while in that tunnel! No, Reggie! She couldn't be with him, could she? She would've mentioned it, right? Maybe this is all just a serious misunderstanding. Maybe it wasn't what it looked like. I really do hope it's a mix up.'

"Bye Trent," the two called to him.

"Wow, he's seriously bummed out," Trish said. His head was hanging down slightly, and his back was hunched over a bit.

"Oh my gosh! Twister and Reggie! Can you believe it?"

"No, I don't believe it. It just can't be true. Twister is like a brother to her! He's like Otto's twin, only he has red hair, taller, and isn't treating Reggie like crud!"

"Trish, we have some investigating to do."

Hearing this, the girl shook her head and waved her hands in protest. "Oh no, Sher. I am not going to spy on Reg."

"But we have to find out what's going on!"

"I like to ride waves, not make them. Reg would go aggro if she caught us spying on her."

"But don't you want to know?"

"Yes," she answered slowly, as she couldn't deny she was curious, "but I'm sure she'll tell us."

"But I want to know now!"

"Calm down. Let's ditch this ride, the line's not moving anyway. We could go hit the shack. I'll treat you a guava shake since your matchmaker plan fell through."

The girl crossed her arms stubbornly, and grumbled, "Whatever."

Trish grabbed her by her shoulders and pushed her along towards the exit of the park…