A/N: Enjoy it.
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Reggie was looking down at the hands on her stomach. Lars was sitting behind her, with his hands around her waist, resting on her belly. They've been in the same position for the past half an hour. Both Reggie and Lars felt extremely guilty, but both for different reasons. The guilt resting on Reggie's shoulders was for the fact that she might not be carrying Lars' child.
But Lars was guilty because he ruined his girlfriends' future and life by getting her pregnant.
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Otto held Jessie's hand as they walked down the street to the local ice cream parlor. Not many kids they knew went here, which meant they would have the privacy that needed. Neither or them knew why, but they didn't want people about their relationship, just yet.
"Your sister is really nice. How'd you end up with her? And not your dad… or mom…?"
Jessie sighed and began her story.
When she was born, her sister was 10 years old. But at that time, her parents were fighting a lot and one day when she was 2, her father just took her they moved in with his girlfriend. But soon enough, the state took her back, and made her move in with her mother. But she too, was deemed unable to care for children, and when she was 5 and her sister was 15, they were put into the foster care system. For three years they both wandered around helplessly from home to home. Fortunately, when Adriana turned 18, and was out of the system, the state let her take care of the 8 year old Jessie. But that didn't mean that the moving stopped. They kept moving around, sometimes within New York sometimes they wandered out of the state limits. But eventually, when Jessie was 13, they moved to Ocean Shores. And they stayed here ever since.
Otto listened intently. He had never wondered about Jessie's life before Ocean Shores. He knew that she had been in the system for a while. So was his closest friend, Twister. When Twister was 8 years old, his mother had to go to the hospital because Twisters' father had finally hit her hard enough to break, literally. The state investigated and took both Twister and Lars away for 9 months, enough time for his father to take counseling and enough time for his mother to recover.
But this is the first time he had ever heard her life story to this extent. Otto hadn't had an easy life either, having lost his mother at a young age, but he couldn't help but to feel sorry for Jessie. She's really had a hard life.
"Living with Adriana is better anyways," she continued shrugging, " she buys me every thing I need, even if theres no money. I have all the stuff that I have because she buys them all for me. I hardly pay for anything that's mine. And I have to thank her for that."
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Twister ran around the corner, and then down the main street. He was still shirtless, having left his shirt at Sophia's house in his rush to get out. He looked over his shoulder to see if Mr. Ramos was still on his heels. He wasn't. Twister stopped and heaved in and out. He put his hands on his knees and puked out everything in stomach. He didn't stop until he vomited white, pale slime and a passing bier asked if he was alright. He declined their offer for a ride to his house, and then walked the rest of the way to his house.
When Twister finally got home, he thought about what had happened at her house…
Mr. Ramos stepped up to Twister. He was close enough to smell the sweat on him. "What did you say?" he asked. Twister stared at him, no fear in his eyes. "I said no can do sir. I kinda like your daughter, you know?" Her father stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest. "You know young man, you are lucky that I don't call the police. There has to be a law out there about taking advantage of young girls…" he said, trailing off. Twister laughed. "I didn't take advantage of her. She practically begged me for it." Twister regretted the words as soon as they came out of his mouth. He looked over at Sophia, who was close to tears. And then back at her father, who's eyes had gone red from anger. Then he made a run for it.
He laid on his bed. He needed to talk to some one. And he knew just the person to talk to.
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Otto walked home in pure bliss. He felt… happy. Really, really happy. He searched his pockets for his keys. When he couldn't find them, he sighed. He must have left them at Jessie's house.
Then he grinned. He was just bursting to tell some one about Jessie. And he knew exactly the person to tell.
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"Ottoman!" Twister yelled. When the boys' curly head of hair didn't pop out of the window Twister kicked dirt and walked back around to the front of the house. He waited a few more minutes until he figured that his best friend wasn't going to pop out of any where. And maybe they weren't even best friends anymore. So much has changed that him and Otto barley talk, and when they do, its never about anything serious. They don't… sit down and just talk any more. Both of them, and maybe even every one, was always on the move to the next best thing.
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"Twister, dude!" Otto shouted up to the window with a picture of a half naked girl on it. Fully expecting for his pale friends' head to pop out, Otto was more than disappointed. He was hoping that talking to his… best friend would not only clear his head, but also strengthen their relationship. Over the last few years, people no longer saw them as one; Otto and Twister. But as separate, Otto and Twister. It made complete sense in Otto's head, even though Reggie thought he was crazy. And the worst part is, Otto didn't even know how Twister felt, and he had no way to find out. Boys don't talk about their feelings like that.
He looked down at his feet as he walked home. Then, right in the middle of his self-pity, some one bumped into him so hard, that he feel to the hard sidewalk floor.
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"Hey! Watch where your going-" Twister looked down. And to his surprise, he looked down to an anger form of Otto Rocket. "Oh, sorry man." Twister held out his hand, and Otto's face softened. "I passed by your house."
Otto laughed. "And I passed by yours." They both walked in silence to no where in particular.
"Look, dude, I-" Otto stopped short because at the same time, Twister started with,
"Yo, Otto, I…" Twister sighed. "You first." Otto sat on the nearest bench, and stared telling Twister about Jessie. Everything.
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Twister looked at Otto, gaping. Jessie… of al possible people!
"Whoa." Twister said. Otto nodded. Twister had already known about Jessie's childhood. And Otto didn't seem surprised when he did. Twister and Jessie always seemed close. Sometimes to close for Otto's comfort though.
"But quit stalling. What's the matter?" Otto said, leaning in.
Twister bit his lip, winced, and then began.
He told Otto about sleeping with Reggie, how Reggie got pregnant, and how she told him to just say it was Lars' child. Then how he confessed every thing to Sophia on his porch, and started kissing her. He didn't stop then, he explained to Otto what happened when they got to her house. While her father was home. He retold how he yelled at her father. And how he insulted Sophia. And then how he ran out, and threw up. And he didn't leave out how he felt for Sophia, and how he didn't want a serious relationship because girls are bitches, and they couldn't be trusted with a boys' heart.
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A/N: That's all for now.