A/N: I'm really getting into this fic again. and I still don't own rocket
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"Ju, I've got to talk to you." Twister said quietly.
"Mmm?" Carla replied stuffing her swimming stuff in her mouth and using her hands to carry her surfboard downstairs.
"It's important." Twister persevered as Carla left her surfboard by the door and went upstairs to change.
"I'm listening." She said walking into her bathroom and closing the door behind her. Twister could hear her clothes falling to the floor as she changed, trying to keep the image out of his mind he continued.
"You're going to freak out if I tell you Carla." Twister sighed.
"Tell her what?" Otto asked walking in Carla's room with the others.
"Nothing." Twister muttered. Carla walked out of the bathroom still tugging her shirt over her head, she smiled broadly at the others.
"Let's hit the waves." Carla grinned.
"Are you sure you're going to be ok?" Sammy asked looking at the bruises over Carla's still healing ribs as she tugged the last of her shirt down and grabbed a pair of ripped jeans off the floor and glanced at Sammy.
"I'll be fine, don't worry." She smiled and walked downstairs. Twister sighed deeply and followed them down to the beach, his heart wasn't in surfing that day, or the next for that matter.
"What's up Twist?" Otto groaned tired of watching his best-bud skate like a Zombie. It had been several days of Twister being quiet and moody and everyone was getting worried. Twister looked over at Reggie and Carla attempting who could jump the highest, and they had recently decided to use Sammy as a target to jump over; much to his protests and whimpers.
"How can you do this Otto?" Twister said shaking his head as he looked back at Otto.
"Do what Twister?" Otto groaned exasperated.
"Lie to her. If I have to watch her wince from her broken ribs one more time then I think my head might explode. She doesn't even know the real reason she got them! Her step-dad tried to murder her and could come back any moment and she's. she's" Twister hissed.
"Blissfully unaware? Do you think she could be this happy knowing the truth? This is better for her." Otto sighed, seeing where this was going.
"When did that become OUR decision to make, huh?!" Twister growled grabbing his best friend by the shirt.
"It's not. You heard what her Dad told us; he knows what's best for her." Otto said smoothly as she pried his best friend off his new top.
"How can you all expect me to be the same when every word I say to her feels like a lie?!" Twister despaired, falling to the floor.
"Twist." Otto sighed.
"I've got to tell her Otto. I can't stand this anymore." Twister said looking up at Otto, with tears streaking down his face.
"Twist! What's wrong?" Carla asked skateboarding over to Twister and looking with worry at his tear-stained face. Otto fixed Twisted her harsh look, he couldn't tell her.
"Nothing." Twister whispered, tears squeezing his throat. He stood up and shrugged Carla off of him, his mouth still burning from his lie, he skated home.
"Twister." Carla whispered worriedly.
"Ju, I've got to talk to you." Twister said quietly.
"Mmm?" Carla replied stuffing her swimming stuff in her mouth and using her hands to carry her surfboard downstairs.
"It's important." Twister persevered as Carla left her surfboard by the door and went upstairs to change.
"I'm listening." She said walking into her bathroom and closing the door behind her. Twister could hear her clothes falling to the floor as she changed, trying to keep the image out of his mind he continued.
"You're going to freak out if I tell you Carla." Twister sighed.
"Tell her what?" Otto asked walking in Carla's room with the others.
"Nothing." Twister muttered. Carla walked out of the bathroom still tugging her shirt over her head, she smiled broadly at the others.
"Let's hit the waves." Carla grinned.
"Are you sure you're going to be ok?" Sammy asked looking at the bruises over Carla's still healing ribs as she tugged the last of her shirt down and grabbed a pair of ripped jeans off the floor and glanced at Sammy.
"I'll be fine, don't worry." She smiled and walked downstairs. Twister sighed deeply and followed them down to the beach, his heart wasn't in surfing that day, or the next for that matter.
"What's up Twist?" Otto groaned tired of watching his best-bud skate like a Zombie. It had been several days of Twister being quiet and moody and everyone was getting worried. Twister looked over at Reggie and Carla attempting who could jump the highest, and they had recently decided to use Sammy as a target to jump over; much to his protests and whimpers.
"How can you do this Otto?" Twister said shaking his head as he looked back at Otto.
"Do what Twister?" Otto groaned exasperated.
"Lie to her. If I have to watch her wince from her broken ribs one more time then I think my head might explode. She doesn't even know the real reason she got them! Her step-dad tried to murder her and could come back any moment and she's. she's" Twister hissed.
"Blissfully unaware? Do you think she could be this happy knowing the truth? This is better for her." Otto sighed, seeing where this was going.
"When did that become OUR decision to make, huh?!" Twister growled grabbing his best friend by the shirt.
"It's not. You heard what her Dad told us; he knows what's best for her." Otto said smoothly as she pried his best friend off his new top.
"How can you all expect me to be the same when every word I say to her feels like a lie?!" Twister despaired, falling to the floor.
"Twist." Otto sighed.
"I've got to tell her Otto. I can't stand this anymore." Twister said looking up at Otto, with tears streaking down his face.
"Twist! What's wrong?" Carla asked skateboarding over to Twister and looking with worry at his tear-stained face. Otto fixed Twisted her harsh look, he couldn't tell her.
"Nothing." Twister whispered, tears squeezing his throat. He stood up and shrugged Carla off of him, his mouth still burning from his lie, he skated home.
"Twister." Carla whispered worriedly.