Author : Wild-Melody

Disclaimer : I own nothing…not even the house I live in. It'll do no good to sue me, all you'll get is a car…and you can have that if you want it bad enough, um, on second thought, I'll fight you for the car.

Summary : The Rocket Power Gang as teenagers

A/N : This fic takes place in the future, Reggie is 17, Otto and Sammy 16 and Twister will be turning 16 in a few days, oh and Lars is 19.

I WANT IT THAT WAY

CHAPTER 1

The sun was out in full force, even though it was near evening, trying successfully to fry those daring, or perhaps stupid enough, to be outside in the intense heat. It was the first day of summer vacation, and the laughter of young and old alike could be heard echoing through the streets of Ocean Shores, most of the laughter coming from private pools.

The laughter of all except for three.

Otto, Sammy and Twister sat on the front porch step of Twister's house, discussing the day's events and waiting for Reggie to get there. She was pulling a late shift at the place she's employed at.

"What time is Reggie suppose to get done?" Sammy suddenly asked.

Otto grabbed hold of Sammy's arm and glanced at the watch on his wrist. "About half an hour ago, she should be here any minute."

"So, when are you getting your license?" Sammy inquired.

"Um…I'm not sure," Otto said, suddenly feeling just a bit uncomfortable.

"Your dad still mad about Reggie's car?" Sammy asked.

"I guess," Otto replied sullenly. "Was it my fault I didn't see the telephone pole there?"

"You were looking right back at it," Sammy pointed out.

Otto glared at him, "Like you've never been looking straight at something and managed not to see it?"

"I'm not the one who backed up into a telephone pole, while looking at it and driving my sister's new car," Sammy pointed out.

"I still think they put it there just to annoy me, I don't remember it being there the day before," Otto groused.

"It was there the day before Otto, believe me. It's been there for just as long as I can remember. Besides which, now you're starting to sound like Twister." Sammy said as he started to laugh.

Suddenly out of no where, Twister says, "My 16th birthday is in a few days!"

Otto and Sammy looked at each other, a look of 'And this has what to do with the current conversation?' passing between them. Sammy shrugged his shoulders as Otto opened his mouth to speak, "Yeah Twist, we know, you've only said that a total of…" he paused, and looked down at his hands, as if to count out the times on his fingers, "Forget it, far to many times for me to care to count." He put his hands back down on his knees and looked off in the distance.

"Um, yeah, ok." Twister said, "Just wanted to make sure you guys remembered."

"We remember Twist, believe me, we remember." Sammy said, looking across Otto over at Twister. "It's kind of hard to forget with you telling us every minute or so."

Twister's face erupted into a bright smile, "Thanks guys! So what ya gettin' me?"

Sammy groaned and Otto rolled his eyes. "It's a surprise Twist," Otto replied.

Their attention was diverted by the squealing of tires. "Maybe that's Reg now," Otto said, just about to get up from his seat.

"Reggie doesn't usually squeal the tires until she turns into the driveway," Sammy pointed out.

Reggie's car didn't pull into the driveway, instead a black Ford truck did. Its overly sized tires squealed in protest as it cut the turn sharp. "What the-?" Otto began as he suddenly heard Twister groan.

"What?" Sammy asked as he watched the black truck coast to a stop. It had the KC lights up over the extended truck cab, the flared wheel wells out over the over-sized tires, what drew Sammy's attention though was the streak of metallic purple lightning that ran from front end to back end on the sides of the truck. Then he turned his attention to Twister, "Sweet truck, someone you know?"

Twister didn't answer, he just continued to sit there and groan, wringing his hands in front of him, a look of pure agony crossed his face.

"I would hope it's someone he would know since it just pulled into his driveway," Otto said, then he noticed the near state of panic his best friend was in, "You ok Twist?"

"No!" Twister moaned, his face immediately seeking refuge in his hands. "I'm going to die!"

"Huh? I don't get it." Sammy said, looking over at Otto.

Otto just shrugged his shoulders, "Neither do I…" his voice trailed off s the driver's side door opened, the sun glittering off of the glossy black finish and dazzling Otto and Sammy's eyes. Twist refused to look at the truck.

"It can't be," Sammy said, holding his breath.

"No way!" Otto whispered.

"I'm dead!" Twister cried.