Ch. 8
After Twister was gone, Reggie sat down on the bench with her head in her hands and cried.
"I can't believe your so upset over that stupid LAME-O!" Otto said.
"Just leave me the hell alone Otto!" she sobbed.
"Fine. Whatever!" He got on his board and skated off.
When he saw Otto leave, Lars walked over to the bench and sat beside Reggie. "Reggie?" he said softly.
"What are you doing here Lars?" she asked.
"I was at the other end of the pier and saw something going on down here." He lied. "Rocket dork just flew past me like a bat out of hell. What happened?"
"Twister broke up with me because of Otto." She cried.
"How did he find out?" Lars asked trying to sound shocked.
"I don't know. He saw us sitting here and came over raising hell. Twister said he was breaking up with me cause he doesn't want me and Otto to hate each other. I hate the little self-centered bastard more than ever though."
"That's harsh Reggie. He is your brother. You don't really hate him."
She thought about this for a minute. "I guess not. I just wish that he would think about someone besides himself sometimes. I don't know why he has to act like this."
"I know what his problem is." Lars said. "He just wants everything to stay the same. He thinks that you and Twister being together will change it all. He's scared of losing his best bro AND his sister."
She couldn't believe it, but what Lars said made perfect sense to her. "I think you're right Lars. Maybe we just need to talk to Otto and tell him that nothing with change."
"Yeah, you could try that. But I doubt he'll buy it. It would probably be better if you and Twister just go back to being friends. That's probably what Twister wants to or he wouldn't have broken up with you. I think you should be with someone more mature anyway" Lars hinted.
"But I love Twister!" she said.
"I know, but think about it. Didn't you have more fun together when you were just friends then you did having to sneak around and stuff."
"Well sort of, but…"
"Hey it's just something to think about that's all" Lars said cutting her off. "Do you want me to walk you home?"
"No I can't go home and deal with Otto right now. I'm just going to go hang out with Raymundo and Tito at the Shack for awhile."
"Well I'm going home to see if Twister's Ok" he said trying to sound really concerned. "Later."
He got up to leave and Reggie said "Thanks for the talk Lars." He just smiled at her and walked off.
*******
Twister walked onto his front porch and saw his mom and dad sitting in the living room. He wiped away the tears that were still spilling down his cheeks and forced himself to stop crying. After a few minutes he was satisfied that he could face his parents and went in.
"Maurice honey! Why are you home so early? You're curfew isn't for another hour and a half" his mom said. "You aren't sick are you?"
"No. I'm not sick, just a little tired mom. I think I'm going to bed."
"I think he IS sick. He hasn't gone to bed this early since he was eight!" his dad joked.
"Come here Maurice and let me feel your head." His mom said.
"I'm fine mom."
"Oh look, your cheeks are all flushed. I'm calling the doctor and making you an appointment for tomorrow." She said.
He didn't feel like dealing with this now. He wished that he would leave him alone. All he wanted to do was go to his room. "Please don't call the doctor mom. I SWEAR I feel fine. Can't I just be tired without it being a BIG DEAL?"
"Sure son. Go ahead to bed." His dad had an idea that something was wrong, but he could see that Twister didn't want to talk about it.
Twister knew his mom didn't want to drop it, but she didn't say anything else. He was relieved about that.
Twister climbed the steps to his room and collapsed on the bed without even bothering to change out of his clothes. He hadn't really been truthful with his parents. He was sick, but this wasn't something that the doctor couldn't cure. He felt nauseous at the thought of what happened. If only there was some way to make Otto understand. Why was he so mad anyway? Twister couldn't figure out why it was such a big deal for him. Then his thoughts turned to Reggie. He knew that he'd hurt her. She was crying when he left. Another wave of nausea passed through him when he pictured her tear stained face. He wanted more than anything to hold her and tell her that everything would be ok. He tried to talk himself into believing that this was best for everybody, but for some reason he just didn't buy it. He felt his eyes burning again and knew that more tears were coming. He couldn't believe that just this morning he was so happy. An hour later he finally cried himself to sleep.
AN: I'll post Ch 9 sometime Saturday. (BTW, this fic has 16 chapters. I just finished it. I gotta type the rest cause its in my NB right now)