Disclaimer: Rocket Power belongs to Nickelodeon, (I think).
A/N: Hi everyone, this is my first Rocket Power fic. If you don't like it please don't flame, tell me how to improve, it's nicer that way ya know? Also I haven't read many Rocket Power stories so I'm real sorry if this has already been done. But I'll take it off right away if it has. And now the story.
Twister and Otto catched up with Reggie and Sam who were already in the lunch room eating. Luckily for them the two grades shared the same lunch period so they could always hang with their buds.
"Hey guys", said Twister, "What's up?"
"I got an A", exclaimed Sam waving it around like a fan.
"You have how many of those", asked Otto, "Doesn't it eventually lose its appeal?"
"Leave it to my brother to ruin a good mood", muttered Reggie.
The conversation would have taken off from there and ended in some sort of competition, (usually who could eat the most in the littlest amount of time) but the school speak came on.
"Would Lauserus and Maurice Rodreguiz please come to the main office? Thank you that'll be all."
"Aw man", muttered Twister, "What'd I do now and I thought I told them to call me Twister!"
"Don't worry Twist", said Otto, "You're probably getting picked up early ya know, because you're brother was called. Don't sweat it!"
"Oh cool! Thanks bye guys!"
However Otto couldn't have been more wrong. Twister approached the main office and something he could never have expected happened.
Lars came out of the principals office, tears in his eyes.
"Come on Twist", he said, "We got to talk."
His voice was unusually gentle, and his eyes saddened. Lars brought Twister to the parking lot of the school where his car was. Usually when Lars was with his brother he couldn't stop talking about himself or how negative his brother was. However this time things were different. He didn't even give a hint to any ridicule or self praise. For what seemed like forever they made it to the jeep. The two jumped in. Lars threw his head against the seat cushion and gave a big breath out.
"Lars what's wrong?"
"Twist uh, mom and dad got into an accident on their way to work."
"They what?"
"There was a hold up on the bus. A few people got shot."
"Oh yeah I heard about that! Everyone at school was talking about it."
"Twist, two of the people hit were mom and dad."
"WHAT?"
"They're in the hospital, in critical condition."
"What? NO! This can't be happening! NO you're lying! YOU'RE LYING!"
"Twister! Would I make something like this up?! Give me a little more credit you, asshole!"
Twister started at his brother unbelievingly, not at the concept of his parents in the hospital, he hadn't realized the danger yet, but at his brother's tone of voice.
"Twist I um, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I'm just real upset. We're all each other got so I shouldn't be picking on you."
"You're not kidding are you?"
"Fraid not."
Twister looked away, he didn't want his big brother to see him cry. Sure he always said that his brother was a pain, and that he couldn't stand him, but nonetheless he was his big brother, and he looked up to him, and he sure as hell didn't want to see him cry.
There was a deathly silence until Lars started the car's engine up.
"Mr. Rocket is letting us stay with him, so we don't have to take a road trip to Clio's."
"Oh."
"Yeah. He uh let me have a key apparently and said to the principal that we could make ourselves at home. We'll be sleeping in the guest room; in the same bed."
Lars started up the engine and drove home. Unlike all the other times the car went at the actual speed limit and not twice the limit. The trip home was painstakingly silent, filled with anxiety, fear, and sorrow. It was horrible to have to wait. Twister just wished that they would either die or live, but none of this waiting. It drove him nuts. If they were going to die, then get it over with, they didn't have to drag out and force-feed him some tiny bit of hope.
Lars pulled up to their driveway.
"I thought you said we were staying at the Rockets", said Twister.
"I changed my mind", said Lars, "I'm in charge of this family now, and we are not going to be dependent on another."
"But-"
"No buts. I'll take care of you okay?"
"Lars come on, give it rest. They're going to offer us free food and a free place to sleep at night."
"You are more then welcome to leave, but I think you're going to stay."
"How are you so sure?"
"Because you're my brother. I know we don't like each other much but we're still brothers. Now a crisis has come and we're going to stick together because we're stronger than that, understand?"
Twister nodded amazed at his brother's perspective and such insightful words. Maybe things would work out. The two climbed out of the car and entered their home. The house that used to have such a loving family to hold inside might never have that again. A mother screaming at her boys to clean their rooms, and a father screaming to do the chores and then two parents laughing about their sons was the life they knew. It was paradise, their home. But home sure did have a different meaning now.
When they moved to Ocean Shores Twister was quite skeptical about leaving his friends, and people whom he had grown up with. He had deeply protested that they were his best friends and that was his home. His mother in response told him that home was where the family was. But now there was no family, so was there a home?
Twister decided to lay off of the deep topics and hope for the best, but now it was hard to do that. Being optimistic was a twenty-four hour job, a job he had always full-filled. Being the happy go lucky one, the one who's full of life. However the sparkle in his eye had vanished and been replaced with reality. Lars flopped down on the couch and turned on the TV.
"Sit down", he said.
Twister eyes pratically bulged out of his. Lars never ever let Twister do anything with him, never less invited him.
Twister obeyed, "So what are we watching?"
"Whatever."
"Okay."
Well neither one of them were up to watching "whatever". What they wanted to do was cry, and cry their hearts out, but they couldn't, there was a knot in their throat that wouldn't let them. They didn't' know what to do. So they slept. The two fell asleep on the couch for two hours. Twister had fallen asleep on Lars' stomach which usually would have been quite embarrassing for the two of them but under such circumstances, Lars was grateful for the "teddy bear", and Twister was grateful for the comfort.
Lars awoke to the sound of the doorbell, (Twister did not being a heavy sleeper). When Lars saw his brother on his stomach he did something funny, he smiled. He gently nudged his brother to awake.
"Huh wha", said Twister.
"Twist", said Lars, "Come on kid wake up."
Twister immediately snapped to when he found himself on his older brother. He also found himself blushing to quite an extent.
"Hey", said Lars smoothly, "Don't worry about it."
The doorbell rang once more.
"I'm going to go get that", said Lars, "I'll be right back, and then we'll order some pizza okay?"
Twister nodded.
Lars got up to answer the door. Surprisingly he found Twister's friends, (Reggie, Otto and Sammy), Mr. Rocket and Officer Shirley.
"Hey there Lars", said Mr. Rocket.
"Mr. Rocket, um hi."
"Look I thought you were going to be staying over at my place tonight."
"Well see about that-"
"Can we see Twister", asked Otto impatiently, "Can we, can we, can we?"
"Whatever", yawned Lars, "He's in the living room."
The three darted towards their friends.
"Hey Twist", said Otto sympathetically.
"Hey man", said Sammy.
"Hi Twist", said Reggie gently.
"Hey guys", replied Twister tiredly and sadly.
"We heard what happened", said Reggie.
"Yeah word spreads fast", said Sammy.
"You okay buddy", asked Otto.
"Yeah I'm fine, whatever", sniffled Twist.
"You know it's okay to cry in front of us", said Otto, "We don't mind. I wouldn't think any less of you, ya know that right."
Twister smiled at his best friend, "So what was like, losing your mom?"
"Harsh", admitted Reggie, "But we pulled through. We're a family."
"So how's Lars been treating you", asked Otto, "I'll kill him if he gives you a hard time or anything because if he doe-"
"No", shouted Twister, "He's actually being real cool, and he's letting me do stuff with him. People act different in different times. Like you said, families pull together."
~Front Door~
"Lars", said Mr. Rocket, "I think it's a good idea if you stay over at my place."
"Thanks for the invite Mr. Rocket but I'm cool with the whole independent thing, so I'm going to stay here."
"Honey", said Officer Shirley, "I really insist that you stay over at Mr. Rocket's house."
"Look", said Lars, "I'm grateful and all for your invitation, but Twister and I are more than fine being over here by ourselves. I'm seventeen I can take care of myself and my baby brother. It's not like he's in diapers."
"Yes I understand that", said Mr. Rocket, "But come on, just come on over to my place, okay?"
"Look I'm really not in the mood for this; I tried to be polite but screw it cause it ain't working. My parents are in the hospital, do you understand that? I don't have time for your pity and what you want. Right now I-"
"Son please", said Mr. Rocket noticing Lars on the verge of tears.
"No", shouted Lars, "I don't need your pity, house, food or anything! I want to stay here! This is my house, my home, and my family. I don't need you people!"
"Okay there's no need to raise our voices here", said Officer Shirley, "Let's try and calm down, and we can sort through this -"
"LET'S? This has nothing to do with you people! My parents are dying and you're telling me to calm down?"
Raymundo embraced Lars tightly in a hug, "Listen to me", he said gently but firmly, "I know what you're going through. It was like this when I lost my wife. But you can't do this to yourself. You can get upset, that's natural but don't make stupid decisions here. I'm your neighbor and I am going help you."
He pulled him out the hug and put his hands on his shoulders, "Now go recollect yourself, and gather you and your brothers things. Come over to my place in thirty minutes, understand? Oh and get my kids and Sammy out of there."
Lars nodded, shocked at the incident and left.
"I'm glad I didn't have to force him over", said Shirley, "I hate putting kids with custody."
"Must be horrible."
"Oh it is. Believe me it is. Anyway I have to go, but I give you props for that, that was real cool what you said to that kid. Good job. Bye now."
"Bye Shirley."
In a brief second the other children came storming out of the house.
"Hey Raymundo", said Otto, "What's up? Why are we getting kicked out?"
"I know you want to be there for Twister", said Mr. Rocket, "But right now, they need some time for themselves. They'll be over in thirty minutes. In the mean time make the guest room look welcoming."
"Will do dad, will do."
But trying to hide your emotions from the world is a dangerous thing, but hiding them from yourself is even more grave. Something Twister will soon find out.
A/N: I have a few more chapters planned out with some angst, but if you don't like I won't continue. But if you did read the story, please review it! Thanks!
A/N: Hi everyone, this is my first Rocket Power fic. If you don't like it please don't flame, tell me how to improve, it's nicer that way ya know? Also I haven't read many Rocket Power stories so I'm real sorry if this has already been done. But I'll take it off right away if it has. And now the story.
Twister and Otto catched up with Reggie and Sam who were already in the lunch room eating. Luckily for them the two grades shared the same lunch period so they could always hang with their buds.
"Hey guys", said Twister, "What's up?"
"I got an A", exclaimed Sam waving it around like a fan.
"You have how many of those", asked Otto, "Doesn't it eventually lose its appeal?"
"Leave it to my brother to ruin a good mood", muttered Reggie.
The conversation would have taken off from there and ended in some sort of competition, (usually who could eat the most in the littlest amount of time) but the school speak came on.
"Would Lauserus and Maurice Rodreguiz please come to the main office? Thank you that'll be all."
"Aw man", muttered Twister, "What'd I do now and I thought I told them to call me Twister!"
"Don't worry Twist", said Otto, "You're probably getting picked up early ya know, because you're brother was called. Don't sweat it!"
"Oh cool! Thanks bye guys!"
However Otto couldn't have been more wrong. Twister approached the main office and something he could never have expected happened.
Lars came out of the principals office, tears in his eyes.
"Come on Twist", he said, "We got to talk."
His voice was unusually gentle, and his eyes saddened. Lars brought Twister to the parking lot of the school where his car was. Usually when Lars was with his brother he couldn't stop talking about himself or how negative his brother was. However this time things were different. He didn't even give a hint to any ridicule or self praise. For what seemed like forever they made it to the jeep. The two jumped in. Lars threw his head against the seat cushion and gave a big breath out.
"Lars what's wrong?"
"Twist uh, mom and dad got into an accident on their way to work."
"They what?"
"There was a hold up on the bus. A few people got shot."
"Oh yeah I heard about that! Everyone at school was talking about it."
"Twist, two of the people hit were mom and dad."
"WHAT?"
"They're in the hospital, in critical condition."
"What? NO! This can't be happening! NO you're lying! YOU'RE LYING!"
"Twister! Would I make something like this up?! Give me a little more credit you, asshole!"
Twister started at his brother unbelievingly, not at the concept of his parents in the hospital, he hadn't realized the danger yet, but at his brother's tone of voice.
"Twist I um, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I'm just real upset. We're all each other got so I shouldn't be picking on you."
"You're not kidding are you?"
"Fraid not."
Twister looked away, he didn't want his big brother to see him cry. Sure he always said that his brother was a pain, and that he couldn't stand him, but nonetheless he was his big brother, and he looked up to him, and he sure as hell didn't want to see him cry.
There was a deathly silence until Lars started the car's engine up.
"Mr. Rocket is letting us stay with him, so we don't have to take a road trip to Clio's."
"Oh."
"Yeah. He uh let me have a key apparently and said to the principal that we could make ourselves at home. We'll be sleeping in the guest room; in the same bed."
Lars started up the engine and drove home. Unlike all the other times the car went at the actual speed limit and not twice the limit. The trip home was painstakingly silent, filled with anxiety, fear, and sorrow. It was horrible to have to wait. Twister just wished that they would either die or live, but none of this waiting. It drove him nuts. If they were going to die, then get it over with, they didn't have to drag out and force-feed him some tiny bit of hope.
Lars pulled up to their driveway.
"I thought you said we were staying at the Rockets", said Twister.
"I changed my mind", said Lars, "I'm in charge of this family now, and we are not going to be dependent on another."
"But-"
"No buts. I'll take care of you okay?"
"Lars come on, give it rest. They're going to offer us free food and a free place to sleep at night."
"You are more then welcome to leave, but I think you're going to stay."
"How are you so sure?"
"Because you're my brother. I know we don't like each other much but we're still brothers. Now a crisis has come and we're going to stick together because we're stronger than that, understand?"
Twister nodded amazed at his brother's perspective and such insightful words. Maybe things would work out. The two climbed out of the car and entered their home. The house that used to have such a loving family to hold inside might never have that again. A mother screaming at her boys to clean their rooms, and a father screaming to do the chores and then two parents laughing about their sons was the life they knew. It was paradise, their home. But home sure did have a different meaning now.
When they moved to Ocean Shores Twister was quite skeptical about leaving his friends, and people whom he had grown up with. He had deeply protested that they were his best friends and that was his home. His mother in response told him that home was where the family was. But now there was no family, so was there a home?
Twister decided to lay off of the deep topics and hope for the best, but now it was hard to do that. Being optimistic was a twenty-four hour job, a job he had always full-filled. Being the happy go lucky one, the one who's full of life. However the sparkle in his eye had vanished and been replaced with reality. Lars flopped down on the couch and turned on the TV.
"Sit down", he said.
Twister eyes pratically bulged out of his. Lars never ever let Twister do anything with him, never less invited him.
Twister obeyed, "So what are we watching?"
"Whatever."
"Okay."
Well neither one of them were up to watching "whatever". What they wanted to do was cry, and cry their hearts out, but they couldn't, there was a knot in their throat that wouldn't let them. They didn't' know what to do. So they slept. The two fell asleep on the couch for two hours. Twister had fallen asleep on Lars' stomach which usually would have been quite embarrassing for the two of them but under such circumstances, Lars was grateful for the "teddy bear", and Twister was grateful for the comfort.
Lars awoke to the sound of the doorbell, (Twister did not being a heavy sleeper). When Lars saw his brother on his stomach he did something funny, he smiled. He gently nudged his brother to awake.
"Huh wha", said Twister.
"Twist", said Lars, "Come on kid wake up."
Twister immediately snapped to when he found himself on his older brother. He also found himself blushing to quite an extent.
"Hey", said Lars smoothly, "Don't worry about it."
The doorbell rang once more.
"I'm going to go get that", said Lars, "I'll be right back, and then we'll order some pizza okay?"
Twister nodded.
Lars got up to answer the door. Surprisingly he found Twister's friends, (Reggie, Otto and Sammy), Mr. Rocket and Officer Shirley.
"Hey there Lars", said Mr. Rocket.
"Mr. Rocket, um hi."
"Look I thought you were going to be staying over at my place tonight."
"Well see about that-"
"Can we see Twister", asked Otto impatiently, "Can we, can we, can we?"
"Whatever", yawned Lars, "He's in the living room."
The three darted towards their friends.
"Hey Twist", said Otto sympathetically.
"Hey man", said Sammy.
"Hi Twist", said Reggie gently.
"Hey guys", replied Twister tiredly and sadly.
"We heard what happened", said Reggie.
"Yeah word spreads fast", said Sammy.
"You okay buddy", asked Otto.
"Yeah I'm fine, whatever", sniffled Twist.
"You know it's okay to cry in front of us", said Otto, "We don't mind. I wouldn't think any less of you, ya know that right."
Twister smiled at his best friend, "So what was like, losing your mom?"
"Harsh", admitted Reggie, "But we pulled through. We're a family."
"So how's Lars been treating you", asked Otto, "I'll kill him if he gives you a hard time or anything because if he doe-"
"No", shouted Twister, "He's actually being real cool, and he's letting me do stuff with him. People act different in different times. Like you said, families pull together."
~Front Door~
"Lars", said Mr. Rocket, "I think it's a good idea if you stay over at my place."
"Thanks for the invite Mr. Rocket but I'm cool with the whole independent thing, so I'm going to stay here."
"Honey", said Officer Shirley, "I really insist that you stay over at Mr. Rocket's house."
"Look", said Lars, "I'm grateful and all for your invitation, but Twister and I are more than fine being over here by ourselves. I'm seventeen I can take care of myself and my baby brother. It's not like he's in diapers."
"Yes I understand that", said Mr. Rocket, "But come on, just come on over to my place, okay?"
"Look I'm really not in the mood for this; I tried to be polite but screw it cause it ain't working. My parents are in the hospital, do you understand that? I don't have time for your pity and what you want. Right now I-"
"Son please", said Mr. Rocket noticing Lars on the verge of tears.
"No", shouted Lars, "I don't need your pity, house, food or anything! I want to stay here! This is my house, my home, and my family. I don't need you people!"
"Okay there's no need to raise our voices here", said Officer Shirley, "Let's try and calm down, and we can sort through this -"
"LET'S? This has nothing to do with you people! My parents are dying and you're telling me to calm down?"
Raymundo embraced Lars tightly in a hug, "Listen to me", he said gently but firmly, "I know what you're going through. It was like this when I lost my wife. But you can't do this to yourself. You can get upset, that's natural but don't make stupid decisions here. I'm your neighbor and I am going help you."
He pulled him out the hug and put his hands on his shoulders, "Now go recollect yourself, and gather you and your brothers things. Come over to my place in thirty minutes, understand? Oh and get my kids and Sammy out of there."
Lars nodded, shocked at the incident and left.
"I'm glad I didn't have to force him over", said Shirley, "I hate putting kids with custody."
"Must be horrible."
"Oh it is. Believe me it is. Anyway I have to go, but I give you props for that, that was real cool what you said to that kid. Good job. Bye now."
"Bye Shirley."
In a brief second the other children came storming out of the house.
"Hey Raymundo", said Otto, "What's up? Why are we getting kicked out?"
"I know you want to be there for Twister", said Mr. Rocket, "But right now, they need some time for themselves. They'll be over in thirty minutes. In the mean time make the guest room look welcoming."
"Will do dad, will do."
But trying to hide your emotions from the world is a dangerous thing, but hiding them from yourself is even more grave. Something Twister will soon find out.
A/N: I have a few more chapters planned out with some angst, but if you don't like I won't continue. But if you did read the story, please review it! Thanks!