A/N: I don't like this chapter.
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TheAngelOfAnarchy: I HAVE FAILED YOU! My recess fics sit...almost untouched...I worked a little bit on The Legend of Bandit...and then Ojos de los Muertos called and I answered...yup, I have a tattoo. It's no big deal. It's good that you've put a lot of thought into the tat you want. I totally think you should go for it. It hurts like hell, but it's kind of a good pain. Like, you know, when you get a bruise and it just feels good to push on it.
VUWildcat: You liked the wine vs. tequila talk...great, because I didn't think I explained it well enough. I was absolutely certain that everyone would be staring at the screen blankly saying "what the hell is she talking about?"
CSIForensicnut09: Yup...maybe Ricky will die in the end of this story...hm...haha! Reg is kind of in a sticky situation, really...I hope she stays by Twister's side.
RoxySurferGurl623: You've never heard of Macromedia Flash? What programs do you use? They're all big programs...but I guess I did spend four years as a Graphics major and I did go to a computer nerd school. I drew a lot on my family for chapter nine. My grandmother is Japanese, and she used to speak it with my Uncle. But he'd get teased at school for it, so he told her to stop teaching him the language. Now, she's really embarrassed by her nationality. She'll tell us she doesn't speak Japanese anymore if we ask about it (which is a lie) and she refuses to teach anyone the language or anything. I'm sorry about "the projects" comment, but I really wanted Nicolette to come off as someone you could hate, and very ignorant. I think everyone lives a double life really...yes, I have a tattoo, and more coming.You really shouldn't go behind your mother's back, there might be a reason behind why she doesn't want you getting one...even if it's just that she's old fashioned. Talk to her about it and tell her that you're getting one when your eighteen either way and you just want her to know that. Also, I think you should really put a lot of thought into what you want to get done. It should have more meaning to you then "it's just cool looking". What does "made" mean to you? Is it just that it sounds cool, or is there a back story? A reason? Because if you just get something because you think it looks cool, or it's trendy now, chances are five years from now you won't want it. Just keep in mind: Tattoo's are permanent, they hurt, and they're expensive; getting them removed hurts more and costs more. Wow, I wrote you a lot. And on a side note, my mother pierced my little sister's cartilage for her. She's not as cool as she sounds.
A Sailor's Girl: I hope you do write an R/T fic, there can never be enough. Reggie and Twister FOREVER! Whoops...
Amy: Thanks for sticking around...there's still more of this fic to come, so don't go nowhere.
peachy15: Whatever she tries, in the end it's up to Twister and how he reacts to whatever she chooses to do. I couldn't leave Sammy out, for one thing, he's an integral part of this story.
Warina-Kinomoto: I was wondering where you'd got to. Now I'm all confuddled. I have jovhyz telling me that "tu" is more used in informal talk in Mexico, and thenI have you telling me to use "usted" and...oi...it's sounds pretty either way. I've decided that Raul and Sandy will always use usted, though maybe 'tu' with one another. And that the children will use 'usted' when addressing their parents and adults, but 'tu' amongst eachother. Yup. Whew. Are you with yahoo, or some other e-mail providing service. The most important part of your e-mail isn't showing up...
That's all...for now, right?
ENJOY!
A Dim Light In the Dark
Chapter 4
Reggie pushed the clothes around on the silver hoop rack. She chose a particular sun dress, white, with light blue flowers dancing across it, halter topped. She lifted it up to her neck, looking to Cleo who stood admiring a pair of dainty hoop earrings.
"Well…?" Reggie questioned, gaining Cleo's attention.
"Very nice. But it's a dress."
"I know," Reggie mumbled, placing it back where she'd found it, "I just thought…you know…Twister might like it." Cleo rolled her eyes.
"I don't think Maurice would notice," she said, "No. I take that back. He would notice. But what he would notice, would be the same as if you wearing your beach clothes," she glanced at the price tag, commenting, "And that costs less."
"Do you think I'd look good in a dress?" Reggie asked, walking over to examine a pair of sunglasses and nodding to the young woman behind the counter, who briefly smiled.
"I think you'd look gorgeous in a dress," Cleo told her, "But I don't think you could walk in a dress, and I don't think you'd like being in a dress."
"Cleo…" Reggie started, but her friend raised a silencing hand.
"You're a tomboy, Reggie. Diehard. I hate to be the one to break this to you, but you can't exactly do all the things you do in a skirt or dress," Cleo pointed out, "Would you really want to give up skateboarding, roller blading, surfing, street hockey, and the mass amount of other things you do just so you can look nice for a boy who thinks you're beautiful no matter what you wear?"
"You don't know that he thinks that," Reggie whimpered, then frowning, "No."
"Though…" Cleo conceded, lifting a tube topped dress with a layered skirt off the wrack, "I do think pink is more your color…" Reggie rolled her eyes, giggling somewhat as she brought the dress up to her neck and studied herself in the mirror. Cleo pulled her hair back and the girls broke into laughter.
They left the store shortly, each carrying a purchase of her own. Reggie paused, spying the window of another clothing store. 'Now Hiring' read a sign in bold black lettering, beneath it said, 'part-time, full-time. Ask inside for application'.
"Thinking of getting a job?" Cleo asked, following her gaze.
"Sort of…yeah. I don't want Twist to have to pay for everything. We do live in the nineties…not to mention, he's using up all his allowance. He saves up a lot for his camera equipment and everything…I don't want him to have to sacrifice that for me," Reggie answered, "And I work at the Shore Shack every now and then, but I mean, pay from the business that puts food on my table is kind of harsh to ask for. You know what, I'm going to do it. I'm gonna get an application."
"So will I," Cleo grinned, "Get a job, I mean, just not there."
"Why?" Reggie questioned, a little hurtfully.
"Because," Cleo replied, linking arms with Reggie and leading her towards the store, "My paycheck would be spent before my shift was over."
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Twister sat back taping Otto, who flew into the air pulling off a perfect 360 varial with a beautiful landing into a rail grind. Sam sat next to him, tapping at his computer, and glancing up every now and then to give comment or praise Otto's way. Said Rocket boy kicked his board up into his hand, crossing the park over to his friends.
"You gonna tell us how it went?" he finally asked and Sam gave him a meaningful glare. They'd agreed, before heading to the Madtown skate park, that they would wait for Twister to bring up his date with Reggie rather than bluntly pester him for answers. The way Otto saw it though, he'd given the boy an hour, which was long enough. Now it was time for demands.
"How what went?" Twister inquired innocently, flicking his camera off.
"Duh? The date?" Otto snapped.
"Oh," Twister mumbled, slipping his camera into its bag, and fidgeting slightly, "Isn't there anything else to talk about? It's nice weather, you know…"
"No!" Otto cried.
"I, for one, am also curious to know how your outing with Reggie went," Sam spoke up, cleaning his glasses distractedly with his shirt. Then with a mocking tone, "Did you wow her with your wit?"
"It went fine," Twister muttered, lifting his board up, "We came here to skate, didn't we?"
"Whoa, wait," Otto growled, grabbing onto his best friend's arm and holding him firmly in place, "Why are you dodging this, man? How'd the date really go?" Twister rolled his eyes.
"It went fine," he repeated sternly, then, his voice faltering, "After Ricky left…"
"Ricky was there," Otto spat, "That bastard better not of worked you guys! What did he want?"
"He was on a date with some stuck up chick," Twister answered, "I swear they were following us! First, he snakes his way into a double date with me and Reg, and then when we try to ditch him, you know…go for a walk on the beach, he shows up there with his date! Reggie said I was jumping to assumptions or something…but…why is she friends with him?"
"That guy's a jerk," Sam agreed, "And I don't think Reggie should hang around him as much as she does. Or at all, for that matter. But there's nothing we can do. We can't exactly boss her around, she does what she wants."
"Twister can, she's his girlfriend," Otto stated, and Sam just shook his head.
"Bad idea," he muttered.
"Why?" Twister asked, "If I don't want her hanging around him, can't I just tell her…"
"And quickly end your relationship, huh, genius?" Sam interjected, "Think about it…"
"Dude, don't make him work for this," Otto joked, "We'll be here all day."
"What…?" Twister pouted.
"As I was saying," Sam hissed stridently, "When have you ever known Reg to do what you tell her? Or even take kindly to being ordered around? If you pull that 'I'm your boyfriend, do as I say' crap on her, she'll turn around with the 'well, then, maybe you won't be my boyfriend' bit on you. Get my meaning, now?"
"So what do I do?" Twister sighed.
"I don't know," Sam told him, "Reg is smart, she'll figure out what a scumbag he is eventually."
"I don't have eventually!" Twister cried, "In the mean time, that jerk is getting real cozy next to my girlfriend…I just…I want to pound him."
"I'm down with that," Otto said, punching fists with Twister.
"That's great, and then while your at it, go hunt down a small animal with your bare hands, mark your territory, and bang a few girls over the head and drag them back to your houses by the hair," Sam scoffed, receiving raised eyebrows from the other boys, "You two are acting like Neanderthals!"
"Neander-what's?" Otto questioned.
"I think he's talking about underwear…" Twister said.
"Prehistoric sapiens, cave men, animals? Do you two even pay attention in biology?" Sam inquired dubiously.
"If it's during first or second period, I probably sleep through it," Otto informed him matter-of-factly.
"I don't think I've flunked that class, yet," Twister said thoughtfully.
"Oh boy," Sam muttered, taking a deep breath, "Simply pounding the guy isn't going to get you anywhere. Reggie'll be pissed and you two will get in serious trouble. The words 'assault and battery' mean anything to your testosterone driven brains?"
"Dude, we don't take steroids," Twister told him in all seriousness.
"He's talking about hormones, Twist," Otto grumbled haggardly, "And he's right."
"Of course he's right. He's always right. He's the Squid," Twister pointed out, then grinning reminiscently, "Reg was totally tweaked with Ricky's blonde bimbo date. She was so ready to whomp her, and Reg could've taken that bitch."
"And you're happy about this? If she didn't get along with Ricky's date…it could mean she has some sort of jealousy about him dating other girls, which could mean she has some sort of feelings for him" Sam said.
"That's not it," Twister insisted, scowling at the shorter boy, "She got completely aggro when the chick said girls couldn't surf. You should have seen her, man."
"Oh, I guess that makes sense, Reggie is a huge feminist. Reg in a fight," Sam mumbled, "I'd pay money to see that." He flushed, falling silent, "I mean…um…"
"Dude," Otto cried, "What thoughts are running through your mind, you perverted Squid?"
"Nothing," Sam snapped, "Jeez…Reg just doesn't get in fights…something tells me Twister's having a bad influence on her if what he says is right."
Twister frowned slightly, dropping his skateboard to the ground and dropping down into the dip. Otto and Sam continued talking about Reggie and Ricky.
"Did I wow her with my wit?" he muttered bitterly, in a mock tone, "Don't make him work for it…it'll take him all day…I'm not stupid!" He flipped into a McTwist, landing hard, grabbing some backside air, and nearly running right into a young blonde woman standing in the way. He stumbled in his attempt to stop, his skateboard rolling away from him. Catching his balance, he turned on her, "What are you doing standing in the middle of the…" he paused. He recognized the girl, "What do you want?"
"Just came to talk," she said, smiling.
"It's Nicorette, right?"
"Nicolette," she corrected, her smile never faltering, "I'm not very helpful in quitting a smoking habit. I'm actually very good at doing just the opposite." She flipped her hair, eyeing Twister almost hungrily. It bothered him.
"I bet you are," Twister told her harshly, retrieving his board. She was dressed in a soft blue tank top, and a white mini-skirt; just as revealing as her dress the night before. She had white sneakers on, a little more practical then the heels, but obviously not designed for any activity beyond lounging. It was evident she wasn't at Madtown to skate.
"Where's your girlfriend?"
"None of your business."
"Oh," she replied statically, smiling as though she knew something he didn't, "But she's not around, is she?"
"Look. Chick. Me, skater. This," Twister spread his arms wide, "Skate park. I'm skating. You want to chat, find a chat park. And go stand by the benches. I could've really beefed that move. You stand around here, you're gonna get someone hurt." He slammed the board back to the pavement, racing back in with a quick 180. Nicolette snorted lightly, eyeing the benches malevolently, where several shoobies were practicing standing on their boards and blades, then turning to leave the park. That really wasn't the way she'd planned that conversation to go. She smirked. He would be a challenge. That's not to say she wasn't afraid of challenges.
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The boys sank into chairs at the Shore Shack, nodding acknowledgement to Tito and Ray. Sam eagerly accepted a tray of fries from the large Hawaiian, munching greedily.
"I'm starved," he stated, as though the other two boys couldn't already tell. He smiled, seeing someone beyond their shoulders and they turned. Reggie and Cleo were making their ways up the walk, shopping bags in hand.
"Ladies," Otto greeted, "Where you two been?" They held up their bags, "Oh. You skipped Madtown to shop?"
"I got a cute skirt and some Capri pants that really bring out my eyes for almost half the regular price," Cleo replied, as though that explained everything. She leaned close to Twister's ear, her hand on his shoulder, "And Reggie got a lovely present for you to see…"
"Cleo," Reggie snapped, blushing, as she sat down next to the redheaded boy.
"A present?" Twister perked up, "What kind of present?"
"The kind you wear…" Cleo persisted. Reggie rolled her eyes.
"I got a dress, alright," she said evenly.
"I don't think Twister would look good in a dress," Sam commented.
"It's not for him to wear," Cleo remarked, as though annoyed, "It's for him to see Reggie wear." Twister sunk, skulking.
"What's wrong?" Reggie asked.
"I thought you got me a present…" he answered dismally. Cleo slapped his shoulder, "Hey! What'd you hit me for?" Reggie shook her head, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him into a kiss. Otto made a few gagging noises, and Sam rolled his eyes, peeking in Reggie's bag.
"What do you need a dress for?" Otto demanded, as the two teens fell apart, "You can't skate in a dress, you can't surf in a dress, you sure as hell can't snowboard in a dress…"
"It's just to look nice in," Reggie spat, "What's it to you, anyways? I wanted a dress, so I got a dress."
"But you always look nice," Twister distractedly commented, snaking some fries from Sam.
"I could take it back," Reggie cried, "Since apparently nobody wants me to have a dress."
"I want you to have a dress, Reggie," Sam spoke up, "If you want to have one, then I want you to have one."
"Thanks, Sammy."
"Suck up," Otto muttered.
"I never said I didn't want you to have a dress," Twister whimpered, "I just…don't know why you need a dress."
"I don't need a dress. Alright? Can we drop the subject? I have a dress now, it's over and done with," Reggie cried, shaking her head. They were all silent. "I applied for a job."
"You did?" Ray said from behind the counter, "But princess, I need your help around the Shack."
"I can help out, dad," Otto pointed out. Ray looked to him briefly.
"But princess, I need your help around the Shack," he repeated.
"It's only a part-time gig, dad," Reggie told him, "I'll still have time to help out at the Shack when you need me. I just need the cash."
"What for?" Twister questioned, slipping his arm around her shoulders. She looked at him almost threateningly.
"Maybe to buy more dresses that you don't see the point of me having," she hissed. Twister pulled away a little hurt.
"What did I do?" he asked, a little precariously. Reggie sighed, taking a fry.
"Nothing," she muttered, "You guys get your homework done?
"Friday night, actually," Sam said. Reggie smiled at him.
"I know, Sam," she told him, "You're awesome like that. I'm talking to these two," she leaned across the table and grabbed Otto's ear, "Did you?"
"Ow, Reg," Otto complained, "Yeah, yeah! Jeez, let go!" She released him, "Everything, but math and Spanish…" Reggie raised an eyebrow, "I was hoping you'd help me." He grinned sweetly to her.
"I can help with the math," Reggie muttered, "But my Spanish isn't that great…" She took Twister by the chin, turning his face to hers, "Did you do your homework?"
"Did I have homework…?" he murmured, and Reggie gave him a stern look, "I'll do it tonight!"
"Hey, Twist, you speak Spanish," Otto suddenly cried.
"Do I?" Twister mumbled, munching on a fry, Cleo pinching him on the arm, "I mean… you're right, I do!"
"Help me with my Spanish," Otto commanded. Twister frowned, occupying himself by playing with a strand of Reggie's hair.
"I changed my mind, I don't speak Spanish," he said.
"Come on, dude, help a bro out!"
"I can help you with your Spanish," Cleo suggested.
"That's right, Cleo, you speak Spanish, too," Otto exclaimed, "Help me with my Spanish." Cleo blinked a little startled.
"When?" she questioned.
"I'll swing by tonight, around four…five?"
"I'll come too," Reggie said, "I need help with my Spanish."
"I can help you with your Spanish," Twister straightened, "I'm down with that." Otto scowled at him, crossing his arms over his chest.
"But you won't help me?" he snarled.
"Well…" Twister's brow furrowed, and he grinned somewhat meekly, "She makes out with me." Reggie slapped his arm, and Otto rolled his eyes.
"Don't worry, Otto," Cleo interrupted, "I'll help you. Maurice's Spanish is much more like a gringo's anyways."
"Hey! It is not," Twister argued.
"It's cool either way," Otto grumbled, "I don't need to learn the language. I just need to pass the class."
"Is that so?" Cleo pressed, hands on hips.
"I mean…" Otto cleared his throat, "Spanish is such a fascinating and…um…beautiful language, that I would be more than totally stoked to learn. So, four o'clock, right?"
"I'll see you then," Cleo sneered, picking up her bags, "Home, Maurice?"
"Yeah, I'm coming," Twister muttered, looking to Reggie, "Did you want me to help? With your Spanish?"
"I'd like that," Reggie told him, "Come over tonight…we'll be alone, so it'll be cool."
"Cool," Twister said, leaning in to brush a kiss along her lips. He picked up his board and bag, "Later much, Otto, Squid."
"See ya, Twist," Sam said and Otto snorted lightly, but waved.
Twister had to jog to catch up with Cleo, who'd already begun walking. She was moving at a quick pace, swinging her bags slightly.
"What's with you?" Twister demanded, "Why you in such a rush?"
"No entiendo lo que ve Reggie en tu (I don't understand what Reggie sees in you)," Cleo stated bluntly. Twister stopped, staring at her blankly.
"¿Qué?"
"¡Tu era totalmente insensible a sus sensaciones! (You were completely insensitive to her feelings!)" Cleo cried, turning to face him, enrage, "¿Tu pensó siempre para considerar que ella compró quizá el vestido para tu? ¿Que ella le pensó quizá quisiera verla en un vestido? ¡Y tu se sienta allí y dice 'Well, I don't see why you need a dress'! ¡Ella deseó parecer agradable para tu! (Did you ever think to consider that maybe she bought the dress for you? That maybe she thought you would like to see her in a dress? And you sit there and say 'well, I don't see why you need a dress'! She wanted to look nice for you!)"
"Reggie doesn't need to wear a dress for me," Twister mumbled, "I don't…¿qué tu está hablando? (what are you talking about?)"
"¿Qué tu piensa una relación es, Maurice? ¿Besándose, llevando a cabo las manos, shredding? (What do you think a relationship is, Maurice? Kissing, holding hands, shredding?)" Cleo demanded.
"Why are you so upset about this? Reggie didn't care…"
"No. Ella cuidó. Tu está demasiado oculto justo a ver. Ella está intentando demasiado difícilmente impresionar un...un... tu. (No. She did care. You are just too blind to see. She is trying too hard to impress a...a...you.)" Cleo shook her head, "¿Por qué incomodo? Tu no entiende. (Why do I bother? You don't understand.)" She continued walking, and Twister reluctantly followed, silent, his eyes trailing on the ground. She was right. He didn't understand. Why did everybody keep telling him he was blind when it came to Reggie? Why did everyone keep telling him he didn't see how she really felt? His stomach knotted. Did he want to know how she really felt?
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The Rodriguez family gathered in the living room. Raul and Sandy sat on the couch, Lars stood by the door, Twister lounging in a chair, and Cleo stood behind him. The television had been turned off when Lars, the last to arrive, had entered the room. Now, the children all had their eyes on the two adults.
"Tenemos algo que hablar con usted todo alrededor (We have something to talk to you all about)," Sandy announced.
"Muchachos," Raul started, "Usted tiene probablemente ambos que se preguntan cuando Cleo estaría saliendo para su hogar (You have probably both been wondering when Cleo would be departing for her home)."
"No," Twister muttered.
"Not really," Lars agreed.
"Ah…well…," Raul stammered and Sandy cleared her throat.
"Un cambio grande va a ser realizado en esta casa. Cleo va a vivir aquí, de ahora encendido, y a atender a la escuela con usted los muchachos (A big change is going to be made in this house. Cleo is going to be living here, from now on, and attending school with you boys)," Sandy exclaimed, clapping her hands together.
"That's cool," Twister piped, "Are her parents kicking her out?"
"Glad to have you aboard, cuz," Lars told Cleo, "Don't think all your stuff is going to fit in the den, though…"
"No, Maurice. Sus padres tenían razón muy buena de enviarla aquí, principalmente para la seguridad. Su escuela actual se ha convertido en un problema. Y, Lars, ella no dormirá en la guarida. Ella permanecerá en su sitio (No, Maurice. Her parents had very good reason to send her here, mainly for safety. Her current school has become a problem. And, Lars, she will not be sleeping in the den. She will be staying in your room)," Raul clarified. Lars raised an eyebrow and Twister broke into laughter.
"I have to share a room with her?" he demanded.
"Oh, man…have fun with your new roommate, Lars. I hope she doesn't get all her clothes and make-up all over your stuff," Twister chuckled. Cleo smirked, and Sandy narrowed her eyes at the two.
"No, Lars, you have to share a room with your brother," she said sternly. Twister stopped laughing and Lars's scrunched his nose.
"I…what?" Lars cried.
"He what?" Twister yelled, "But…I'm his brother. No way! No estoy compartiendo un cuarto con él. ¡No! ¡Usted no puede hacerme! ¡Estoy cambiando las cerraduras en mi puerta! (I am not sharing a room with him. No! You can't make me! I'm changing the locks on my door!)"
"¿Tengo que compartir un cuarto con él? ¿Usted ha visto su sitio? ¡Es una ruina del tren! ¡No lo llaman Twister para nada! (I have to share a room with him? Have you seen his room? It's a train wreck! They don't call him Twister for nothing!)"
"¡Él ensuciará con mi materia! (He'll mess with my stuff!)"
"¡Él es un cerdo! (He's a pig!)"
"¡No soy! ¡Tu es una comadreja! (I am not! You're a weasel!)"
"¿Una comadreja? ¿Es ése el mejor que usted puede venir para arriba con? (A weasel? Is that the best you can come up with?)"
"¡Si... tu tiene sí ojos beady, y tu huele malo! (Yes…you have beady eyes, and you smell bad!)"
"¡Muchachos, muchachos! (Boys, boys!)" Sandy cried, "Esté por favor... (Please be…)"
"¡Bien, es entonces el ser mejor un pequeño cerdo! (Well, it's better then being a little pig!)"
"Muchachos…"
"¡No soy poco! (I am not little!)"
"Silencio!" Sandy screeched, and the two fell silent, "Lars, usted está saliendo a la universidad el año próximo. Usted no tendrá que compartir un cuarto con Maurice para demasiado largo. Maurice, usted puede limpiar su sitio para arriba antes de que Lars tenga que moverse adentro. Cleo está permaneciendo aquí, ella está transfiriendo el mes próximo a su escuela después de volver a casa para un cortocircuito mientras que. Si los dos de usted aprueban o no está de ninguna preocupación. Usted ambos conseguirá adelante, si tengo que forzarle. ¿Se entiende eso? (Lars, you are going away to college next year. You will not have to share a room with Maurice for too long. Maurice, you can clean your room up before Lars has to move in. Cleo is staying here, she is transferring next month to your school after returning home for a short while. Whether the two of you approve or not is of no concern. You will both get along, if I have to force you. Is that understood?)"
"Yes ma'am," the boys murmured.
"Ahora, eso hemos discutido eso (Now, that we have discussed that)," Sandy sighed, relaxing against her husband, "Quisiera que usted todo estuviera limpio para la esta noche, y vestido bien, y el la hora para la cena. Estamos teniendo huéspedes. (I want you all to be clean for tonight, and well dressed, and on time for dinner. We are having guests.)"
The boys groaned.
"Who's coming?" Lars asked.
"Oh, our neighbors. The Stewards," Sandy answered, pulling herself up and heading to the kitchen. Twister slumped, and he could see Lars shaking his head as he slunk from the room. Cleo sighed, heading upstairs as Raul flipped the television back on.
"I'm going to take a shower," Cleo called over her shoulder.
"Um, dad…" Twister spoke up, "The…uh…the Stewards' son isn't coming, is he?"
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Reggie raced upstairs to her room, slamming herself in the bathroom. She frowned at her image, slumping, and running her hand through her hair. She had tossed her shopping bags to the floor, and now she bent to rummage through them. She found the dress and pulled it out, holding it up to herself, sweeping her hair off her shoulders with her free hand. She snorted, tossing the garment back to the bags.
"Well, Rocket girl," she muttered, "Looks like you finally found something you can't do. Impress your own boyfriend with your female sensuality. For once in my life I want a guy to see that I'm a girl…and he doesn't." The phone rang and she sighed, leaving the bathroom and flopping on her bed, lifting the receiver from the cradle, "Hello?"
"Reg? It's Sherry."
"Hey, what's going on?"
"Sounds like you haven't heard, yet," Sherry squealed, "Oh…it's really not good!
"About what? What are you talking about?"
"Oh man…Reg…you are totally going to wig! Oh man…Twister! He is going to be so bummed!"
"Sherry…what are you talking about?"
"Reg…it's horrible. You kind of won something…"
END A/N: Poor Twister. Everyone is being really harsh towards him, I know. I lost my remote control and my tv is stuck on the Disney channel. It's okay though because Boy Meets World is on and I love that show. Oh, But Twister! Cleo kind of blew up on him, and I hope you guys can see where she was coming from. And Sam and Otto were kind of being mean...but they didn't realize it, so please forgive them. And what is Nicolette up to? And what is Sherry calling about? And now Twister has to eat dinner with Ricky in his own home? I bet you guys can't stand the suspense, huh?
I needed to talk about something...I know it was important...oh, it's right there in my brain...what is wrong with me? I can't remember what I wanted to say and it's driving me insane...Oh yeah! I wanted to point out a few more Twist/Reg moments from the RP series...okay, I guess it wasn't that important. ANYWAYS; I wanted to mention first of all Snow Day in which Otto and Sam ditched school and Twist and Reg went and had to attend the best assembly ever. That whole episode was just so cute, because it had a lot Twister and Reg together. It's funny how no one really seems to reference that episode in their R/T fics, because it's really the only episode where Reg and Twist spend time alone together without the other two. Then I'd like to point out the two episodes with Trent (and this is also going to go into why I don't think Trent and Reg would have a relationship); Scrummage something or other (can't remember the title) and Reggie/Regina. In the Scrummage episode, at the end of the game, Reg is lifted on to Twist's shoulders. Now it was probably because he's the tallest of the boys and most probably the strongest...but still...I can get what I want out of the moment. And then in Reggie/Regina, when Trent is telling Reggie she should stay back because the waves were "a little too harsh for a beginner", Twister had a consortium of face contortions, ranging from confused, to stunned, to appalled...all together, he looked a little aghast at Trent. I think that Trent wouldn't be best with Reggie, because he doesn't seem to get her (as was evident in the Scrummage episode when he said, "I just didn't think you'd like the game."), and he seems to me the type who likes to be around girly types of girls. He liked hanging out with Reggie when she was going by Regina. Yup.
I also wanted to point out the intro to Rocket Power. You've all seen it hundreds of times probably, but never noticed or paid heed to, the small part where Reggie is skating beside Twister, who's videotaping her; and he does this little smile/shrug thing. I thought it was interesting...I'll have to pay closer attention to the intro. And then there's the time when she comes down the mountain on snowboard, and bites her lower lip while shaking the camera, which is most obviously held by Twister (who else?) Ahh....little things I notice. Oh! And then, I wanted to point out, that girl's tend to fall for guys who are kind of like their father (not saying it's always a good thing.) Like for instance, a girl who's father mistreats her and never tells her she's beautiful or can do anything she wants, usually finds a guy who treats her like shit. I, for one, always find myself attracted to intelligient, yet cynical kind of guys (much like my father). Anyways, I don't know if any of you realized how similar Twister is to Ray. Both aren't exactly the brightest (ie. (The Lingos) Tito: Maybe words aren't your vocation, Ray: My vacation?; (Don't know...) Tito: He who rubs his enemy's face in the sand gets buried in the sand, too., Twister: You think I should bury Lars in the sand?; (The Lingos) Ray: Cool-o-roonie, Twister: Golly gee willikers) and both have good hearts and know to do the right thing (in the end...). A lot of people who support R/S pairings say it's because they're so similar. They're into the same things, like computers, and they're both smart. They argue that Twister isn't smart enough or whatnot for Reg. But they're completely missing out on the whole "love" part of the relationship. Who cares that he's not a cracker jack brainiac, Twister's a sweet guy, and he understands Reg and totally respects her. Not to mention, SAM AND REG ACT LIKE SIBLINGS! There's a part in Reggie/Regina, where Reggie is telling Sam "books go in the backpack," and helping him put them in there. Like an older sister. It's just two different personas...the way she acts towards Sam as opposed to the way she acts towards Twister.
The last thing I wanted to point out...if you read all that up there...is that, well, in the series they are at the age when boys and girls express their interest in one another through, well, mostly teasing and stuff. Reg busts on Twister a lot (ie. (Loss of Squid) Twister: If you can't stand the heat, stay out of the street., Reggie: Gee, Twist, you're a real poet), and Twister does goof on Reg often. I bring up the episode (I think it's called Follow the Leader), when Otto and Twist get in a fight and Otto tells Twister to try being the captain of their hockey team. There's a part where Twister is blindfolding Reggie and she says, "You're not going to pour pudding on my head again, like you did at Otto's birthday, are you?" Any special reason he felt the need to pour pudding on Reggie's head? Maybe he has a crush he can't quite understand? An undeniable need to get Reg's attention? Do you guys see where I'm going with this...?
O-kay. Did anyone read all of that? Why am I trying to convince you guys that Reg and Twist are a good couple; you're all reading my fic, right? Which means you already think that. Sorry, I just like to point things out.
Please excuse any grammatical and typing errors, as well as unwarranted ramblings from the author.
REVIEWs are always appreciated. Oh what the heck, PLEASE REVIEW MY DAMN STORY, IT'S ALL I ASK! I wrote the thing, I did my part, now do yours!
I apologize.
Thanks for reading. (Anyone want to debate with me about the Reg/Twist, Reg/Sam, Reg/Trentthing?)