The doorbell rang at the Rodriguez house. Lars answered it and found Reggie Rocket standing in front of him.
"What do you want?" Lars asked (being the pleasant person that he is.)
"Is Twister home?" Reggie asked.
"Yeah. He's upstairs in that dump he calls his room" Lars said.
"Is it OK if I go up?"
"I guess. He said something about getting ready to go skating with you and that squid and Rocket Dork. Where is he anyway?" Lars asked.
"Who?" Reggie asked not really focusing on what Lars was saying.
"ROCKET DORK! Are you DEAF or something?" he shouted.
"Oh, Otto. I don't know." Reggie said. "I guess he's waiting for us at Madtown with Sammy.
"Yeah Right! It's just going to be you and Twister isn't it?" Lars demanded.
"What are you taking about Lars? Otto and Sammy are waiting on us. Now if you will kindly get the hell out of my way, I'll get Twister so we can go meet them."
"You know exactly what I'm talking about Reggie! I've noticed how much time you and Twister are spending together now. There's something going on, isn't it?"
"I don't know what your taking about!" Reggie said angrily. "Now get the hell out of my WAY!" She pushed passed Lars and ran up the stairs to Twister's room where she found him busy searching for his helmet in the clutter of stuff piled up by his bed.
"Hey!" Reggie said as she walked over and kissed his cheek.
"Hey. I'm almost ready. I just gotta find my helmet." He said and flung something out of the pile across the room.
"Could that be it?" she asked, pointing to the red helmet lying on the dresser by his video camera.
"Yeah! That's it! Thanks Reg!"
'He can be so dense sometimes' she thought, but she loved him anyway. Maybe he wasn't the smartest person in the world, but he was the sweetest and most sensitive guy she knew.
While Twister was putting on his helmet, Reggie whispered, "I think Lars is catching on. He asked me what's going on with us."
"Don't sweat it Reg." Twister said "As long as we're chill about it he won't figure it out. Besides he's been totally cool lately and I don't think he would tell Otto if he did know."
"Yeah, but..." Reggie started, but she was cut off when a voice came from the hallway.
"Tell Rocket dork what?" A second later Lars appeared in the doorway waiting for an answer.
"What are you doing Lars? Spying on us?" Twister asked angrily.
"No way DORK" he lied. "I was going to my room when I heard my name. Now what is it that I'm not supposed to tell Rocket dork? You better spill it before I WHOMP you!"
"Leave us alone Lars! It's none of your business" Reggie said and stepped in front of Twister protectivly.
Lars pushed right passed Reggie and moved toward Twister, who was trying to make sense of why Lars was so mad. "What's wrong with you dude? Why are you treating me like this again? I thought we were cool now!"
"Yeah? Well I guess you thought wrong DORK!" Lars said and grabbed Twister by the shirt. "Now you have one more chance to tell me what the hell is going on before you get the whomping of your life!" he threatened and raised his fist.
"OK! OK! I'LL TELL YOU JUST LET ME GO!" Twister begged.
Lars let go of Twister's shirt but shoved him back in the process. Luckily, the bed broke his fall. "Well?" Lars demanded while Twister was trying to get up off the bed.
"OK! Reggie and me have been going out for two weeks. I LOVE HER Lars. There, are you happy now?"
"I knew it" Lars said quietly.
"What's it to you anyway, Lars?" Reggie asked.
Lars didn't answer. He just stood there with a really pissed off look on his face.
"Listen Lars, PLEASE don't tell Otto. He would TOTALLY FREAK if he knew" Twister waited for a reply. When none came he was suddenly afraid that he was going to get a whomping anyway. "Lars?" he said quietly.
Lars glared at him hatefully then finally said "Whatever dork. Just get the hell out of here. I don't want to see your face right now." He turned and stormed out of twister's room then slammed the door to his own bedroom.
"What was THAT about?" Reggie finally said after a long silence.
"I don't know. I don't get it. He's been so nice to me this week. What's his problem?" Twister wondered.
"Who knows? Lets just go." She said, reaching for his hand.
Twister and Reggie left still wondering about Lars's strange behavior. If they had opened his bedroom door on the way out they would have found him laying on his bed, cheeks wet with tears, muttering "How could he do this to me?"