A/N: Oh my gosh, guys! I am sooooo sorry it's taken so long to update! I haven't abandoned this, don't stress. I've just been really, really lazy :P But here is the newest chapter! I'm thinking chapter 12 will be the last one, even though I did have some more planned, I've had another idea that I've been working on /: I hope you all enjoy this, and I hope to get lots of reviews :) Love you guys! Thanks heaps for the reviews on the last chapter, too!

"Are you fucking kidding?" Otto snarled in Twister's face, having him pinned to the ground, a hand at his throat.

Twister had expected Otto to take the news poorly, had been prepared for the abuse, but it had startled him none the less when Otto had launched at him after being told. "Otto...calm...down," Twister gasped out, trying to loosen the hand that was pressed against his throat.

"Calm down?" Otto repeated savagely. "CALM DOWN? How can you expect me to calm down when my best bro stabbed me in the back, just like that?" He pushed harder on Twister's throat before loosening his hold off and getting to his feet, where he began pacing restlessly back and forth.

"Otto, come on man, I wasn't trying to stab you in the back," Twister said earnestly, massaging his throat as he also got to his feet. "It's just-"

"It's just my sister!" Otto snapped, turning back to glare at Twister.

"Look, I know this is hard to take, but at least I'm being honest about it," Twister said defensively, crossing his arms over his chest and returning Otto's glare.

"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" Otto asked, his eyes flashing dangerously.

"Well, I could have kept it a secret, like you tried to with Clio. That's more like stabbing you in the back, isn't it?" Twister asked icily. "But it didn't stop you doing it."

"This is different," Otto snarled in Twister's face.

"How?" Twister asked coolly, quirking an eyebrow at the slightly shorter boy.

"Reggie's my sister!" Otto snapped, shoving Twister.

"Otto, I like her, and she likes me," Twister said tightly, unfazed by Otto's aggression. "You're just going to have to get over it, because this isn't about you, for a change." Otto's rage seemed to bubble over at Twister's words, because he took a swing at Twister. Twister had been anticipating this, though, and caught Otto's hand. "Guess I can see how much best bros means to you, after all," Twister said, shaking his head and pushing Otto back. "Later much."

Otto watched his former best bro turn his back on him and leave the house, all the while his ears ringing. How could Twister do this to him? Reggie was his sister, this was the ultimate betrayal. Otto let out a snarl of rage and fell back on the couch, slamming his fist into the cushions as he did.

"Uh-oh," Reggie muttered, staring at her phone. She was sitting on Sam's bed with Clio, and had just received a message from Twister explaining Otto's reaction to their news.

"What is it?" Clio, who had joined them shortly after Reggie had told Sam her news, asked anxiously.

"Otto didn't take it well?" Sam asked, looking at Reggie expectantly.

"Actually, Twister says he took it a little worse than that," Reggie replied grimly. "Otto took a swing at him..."

"You're kidding?" Sam asked, shocked. "I mean, I expected him to be mad, but I didn't think he'd be aggressive with Twister."

"Mmm, after seeing him with Trent today, I don't know, I can totally believe it," Reggie sighed, running a hand through her hair. Now where did this leave her and Twister?

"Yes, but he was defending you. Trent deserved it," Clio put in.

"I'm not saying he didn't," Reggie replied, closing her eyes and rubbing her temples. "I just mean that Otto was already wound up today, so it's kind of easy for me to see him being aggressive, even with Twister."

"I suppose," Clio agreed glumly, pulling her knees up to her chest. "He'll come around, though."

"I hope so," Reggie mumbled. But knowing Otto, he won't, she added to herself.

"I'll talk to him, don't worry," Clio assured her, giving her a small smile.

"Thanks," Reggie said quietly, returning the smile, but knowing Clio wouldn't be able to do much if Otto had made his mind up.

Clio did try though, as she said she would. She spoke to Otto, tried to reason with him, but Otto was stubborn. He told her that the damage was not repairable, that Twister, or Maurice, was dead to him. Clio didn't give up though, she had strategies, and she wasn't the type to back down from a challenge.

"Otto," Clio breathed on Wednesday night, as his hips bucked up against her. He grunted in response. "Why are you being so stubborn about Maurice and Reggie." She rocked down onto him as she spoke.

"Not now," Otto panted, his fingers digging into her hips, pulling her down again, hard.

"You know he didn't mean to upset you," Clio continued, closing her eyes, allowing Otto to take the lead.

"I said not now, Clio," Otto responded breathlessly.

"But-" Clio found herself beneath Otto suddenly. She opened her eyes and found him glaring at her, his motions stilled.

"I said not now. I've already told you, I'm not interested in what he does," Otto snapped, catching his breath. He pulled away from her, and sat on the edge of his bed.

Clio pulled the covers over herself, feeling cold once his warmth left her. "Otto, please," Clio said softly, crawling over to him, and placing a hand on his arm.

"No, Clio," Otto sighed. "If you're going to keep doing this, maybe it's best if you went home."

Clio sat, staring at him. Then her brain sped up, and she processed his words. "You want me to leave?" she asked angrily. "All because you're being a stubborn idiot?"

"Clio," Otto started, warning in his voice.

"No," Clio snapped, getting up and searching for her clothes. "I'm sick of this, Oswald. My cousin did the right thing. He was honest, because he wanted to do what was right by you, and you have been stubborn, arrogant and downright pathetic over this whole situation!" She pulled her jeans on aggressively. "Maybe if you opened your eyes, you'd see how happy your sister is."

"This isn't about Reggie!" Otto snapped back, watching as Clio fastened the clasp of her bra. "I've already told you."

"Oh, forgive me for not understanding exactly what your problem is! Maurice is supposed to be my best bro," she mimicked his voice as she pulled her shirt over her head. "Best bros don't do this to each other. Well here's something for you to consider, Oswald. You did exactly this to Maurice when you started seeing me, and he never held it against you. Even when you lied about it."

"Clio, cut it out," Otto growled. "Maurice didn't get care, because you're not his sister."

"No, he didn't get mad because he could see how happy we both were, and he only wants the people he loves to be happy," Clio snarled. She was now fully dressed, standing with her hands on her hips. "You need to grow up, and realise that this isn't about you," Clio told him viciously, before leaving the room.

Otto let her go, still sitting on the edge of his bed thinking things over. Clio didn't understand, she was just standing up for Maurice because he was her cousin. She couldn't possibly understand this from his perspective, and if she wanted to get shitty about it all, then forget her; there were plenty of other girls waiting to take her place. It wasn't as if he was being unreasonable, he was prepared to accept Maurice's apology if he stopped seeing Reggie. The whole thing was stupid, anyway. Maurice and Reggie, they were practically brother and sister, this would blow over and things would go back to normal. Otto just wanted it to be over now, so that things wouldn't get nasty when Leilani came to town, or Reggie found a new guy. She was just using Maurice as a safe option, why was he the only one who could see that?

"You're coming with me tomorrow night," Reggie told Twister, as she watched him editing a video in the AV room on Thursday afternoon.

"Why?" he asked, looking over his shoulder at her, arching an eyebrow.

"You can record for me, so Sam will have lots of good shots to choose from," Reggie explained, coming to stand behind his chair, as he turned back to his screen. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him on the cheek. "Besides, I don't want to go hang out with Lars all on my own."

"You're lucky I like you," Twister grumbled, before turning his head and capturing her lips with his.

"Very lucky," Reggie smirked, pulling away. "I'm going to head home, Sam wants to work on our Calc assignment. I'll see you after." She kissed him once more on the cheek, before collecting her things and heading home. She considered going by the Shack to see Raymundo on her way, but didn't fancy seeing Otto, who was working there while he was suspended, so she just went straight home.

"Otto, I need you out on service," Raymundo called. Otto grit his teeth and dropped the plate he had been wiping back into the sink. The Shack was too busy during the day, he hated it. Why couldn't he have gotten an internal suspension?

"What do you want me to do, dad?" Otto asked, as he walked out to the counter.

"Take those meals out to the far left table for me," Raymundo instructed, pointing at three plates, before continuing to serve the customer he was dealing with.

Otto sighed, and dragged his feet as he took the meals out to the table. He spent as little time as possible with the customers, and decided to collect the dirty plates in the dining area before he went back behind the counter.

"Order up, little cuz," Tito declared, placing two more meals on the counter. Otto took them out and went to take the plates he had collected down to the sink, but Tito waved him over. "What's the matter, Otto cuz?" he asked, flipping some patties.

"It's nothing," Otto sighed. "I just hate working at the Shack during the day."

"I think there's more bothering you, like two other little cuzes," Tito said, smiling kindly at Otto.

"It has nothing to do with Reggie," Otto replied, stuffing his hands into his pockets and glaring out at the ocean.

"As the Ancient Hawaiians say, 'If you have a candle, the light won't glow any dimmer if another candle is lit from it'," Tito said sagely.

"I don't... ugh," Otto rolled his eyes and turned away, frustrated. "Dad, do you still need me out here?"

"No, you can go back to wash up," Raymundo replied, waving over his shoulder at Otto.

"Ancient Hawaiian bullshit," Otto muttered, as he walked back to the sink.

"I saw Clio on my way over," Sam said casually, as Reggie consulted their assignment sheet. "She seems really bummed."

"I told her not to push Otto," Reggie muttered. She felt bad for Clio, but she knew Clio was just as stubborn as Otto.

"I know," Sam sighed. "But you know what she's like, and she does have a point. Otto needs to deal with it."

"Try telling that to Otto," Reggie replied grimly. "I'm just glad Twister's handling it."

"So he's not too upset?"

"He's really upset, but he won't let Otto know that," Reggie said. "He doesn't want to give in to Otto on this."

"Stop talking about me," Twister protested, appearing in Reggie's doorway, causing Sam and Reggie to jump. He had let himself in, knowing no one else would be home.

"Twister!" Reggie scolded, as he moved into the room and settled on her bed.

"Sorry," he said, grinning sheepishly.

"You're early," Sam commented, looking down at his exercise book and scrutinising his answers.

"Yeah, the footage didn't take as long to edit as normal. I guess less of Otto's showboating makes a difference," Twister explained, smirking at Reggie.

"Well, I guess I'll go then," Sam said, looking uncertainly between Twister and Reggie.

"No, you guys can finish up your nerd work," Twister told him. "I can wait."

"We're pretty much done," Reggie said, consulting her own book. "I mean, we can finish this up tomorrow in home room, if that's ok?" she looked up at Sam.

"Yeah, sure," Sam agreed, rolling his eyes and smiling. He closed his books and put them in his bag. "I'll see you tomorrow morning then."

"Later Sammy," Twister waved from the bed, as Reggie followed Sam out of the room.

"We'd better get this done in home room, Reg," Sam grumbled as they walked downstairs together.

"We will," Reggie replied confidently. "I promise."

"Alright, well I'll see you tomorrow then," Sam said, opening the front door.

"Thanks Sam," Reggie grinned, as he walked across the threshold. Then she closed the door and ran back upstairs, taking the steps two at a time. She stopped in the doorway to her room and her eyes fell on Twister, who was laying on her bed, one hand behind his head, grinning at her. She smiled softly and closed her door gently behind her as he beckoned her over.

"You didn't have to kick Sam out," Twister grinned, as she crawled onto the bed, leaning over him.

"I know, but I wanted to spend some proper time with you," Reggie replied softly, as Twister's hand moved to her face. His fingertips brushed across her cheek and left a tingling feeling on her skin. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment.

"You always spend time with me," he told her, she could hear the smile in his voice.

"Do you want me to stop?" Reggie asked, grinning as Twister's hand moved from her cheek and cupped the back of her head, bringing her down to him.

"No," he murmured, before pressing his lips against hers. As always when she kissed Twister, Reggie felt her head swim as colours burst behind her eye lids. The kiss was soft, slow, warm. It made her stomach flutter pleasantly. One of Twister's hands travelled down her body, and was resting on her hip, pulling her closer to him. She found herself perched on top of him, having made no conscious decision to do so, not that this bothered her.

Somewhere beyond the glass panes of the window, the sun had begun to set. The room darkened, and still Twister and Reggie remained in their embrace. It was peaceful, but consuming. So consuming that neither of them heard the front door, or the laboured steps travelling up the stairs.

"Hey, Reg-GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY SISTER!"

Before either of them had a chance to register what was happening, Reggie had been pushed off of Twister, and he had been ripped off of her bed. Otto had him in a headlock and was yelling. "OTTO!" Reggie shouted, springing up off of her bed, grabbing at her brothers arm and trying to pull him off of Twister. "LET HIM GO!"

"You've got some fucking nerve," Otto snarled at Twister, pulling away from Reggie. He dragged Twister into the hall and down the stairs, Reggie hot on his heels, yelling to let Twister go. "You need to stay away from my sister, Maurice," Otto snarled, pushing Twister away from him as they reached the front door. "Get out," he snapped, wrenching the door open.

"OTTO!" Reggie bellowed. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm getting this lame-o out of our house," Otto snapped back, turning to look at his sister finally.

"Are you insane?" Reggie asked vehemently. "You have no right to come into my room and assault my boyfriend!"

"I have every right, you're my sister!"

"So what? It's my room, and Twister is my boyfriend!" Reggie argued. "You're acting like a real dork!"

"And you're acting like a real slut!" Otto yelled back.

Everyone fell silent. Reggie looked like Otto had slapped her, and he may as well have. Gears started to turn, and Otto started to apologise, Twister had begun to lunge for Otto, but Reggie was the quickest to react. Her hand moved like lightening, striking Otto across the cheek and leaving a distinct red mark. Before he could even process what had happened, Reggie was standing nose to nose with Otto, her eyes narrowed and her hands balled into fists at her sides. "Don't you ever talk to me like that again, Oswald," she hissed, glaring up at him. "Don't talk to me period. Come on, Twist."

Twister stood, open mouthed, looking at Otto. Reggie brushed past him, and out the open door, grabbing his hand and pulling him behind her. She dragged him across the front lawn and into the cul-de-sac, steam practically pouring out of her ears. "Reg, are you ok?" Twister asked nervously, giving her hand a squeeze as they approached his house.

She was silent for a moment, and Twister thought maybe she hadn't heard him, but then she stopped dead and exploded. "I can't believe him!" she seethed. "Who the hell does he think he is?!" She looked at Twister, who fidgeted under her gaze and shrugged awkwardly. "What a lame-o," Reggie breathed, before wrapping her arms around Twister's waist and hugging him tightly, as tears prickled her at the corners of her eyes.

"Don't worry about him, Reg," Twister said soothingly, rubbing circles on her back. "He just needs some time to get used to the idea." Reggie snorted, and Twister secretly shared her doubts, but they both hoped he was right.

"Hey," Clio murmured, flopping down on her cousins bed. It was Friday afternoon and she was utterly bored, and miserable. Otto hadn't replied to any of her texts, she was beginning to regret her decision. She looked up, and Lars was watching her, an irritated kind of look on his face.

"What are you doing?" he asked her, raising his brow. He was re-taping his stick for hockey later that night.

"What do you mean? And what do you look so irritated about?" Clio asked, frowning.

"I mean, you dorks have been all over this house the last few days, first you and now the Twisted one and Rocket dork's sister. Don't you dorks have somewhere else to be?" Lars asked, shaking his head.

"Not since Otto decided to be such a jerk," Clio replied, getting back to her feet. "Thanks for your company," she muttered, rolling her eyes and leaving Lars's room.

"Later, much," Lars replied. So, this is all Rocket Dork's fault, he thought to himself, staring intently at his stick.

Otto was out on the half pipe, laming it up. He was having trouble staying focused, and kept beefing. The sun was starting to go down, and that didn't help, because it was at the right angle to glare in his eyes.

"Nice one, dork," Lars's voice snickered, as Otto beefed it again, sliding down to the bottom of the pipe on his knees.

"What do you want?" Otto snapped, kicking his board back into his hand.

"Look, dork, I don't want to really be here, so I'll make this quick. You need to start talking to my cousin and brother again," Lars told him, glancing over his shoulder, making sure no one was around them.

"Why?" Otto asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Because, dork, they're all at my house all the time! It's really annoying."

"No," Otto replied shortly.

"No?" Lars repeated, his eyes narrowing.

"No. I'm not going to just forgive them all because they're annoying you," Otto said firmly.

"Alright, but I think you need to consider what's actually happening. Eventually Reggie was going to get a boyfriend, and Twister was going to get a girlfriend, I think you should consider yourself lucky they decided on each other."

"What do you mean?" Otto asked, as Lars turned away from him.

Lars looked back, smirked, and said, "at least they'll still always have time for you, since they're your best bro and sister." Then he left Otto, who was scowling at the bottom of the half pipe.