Computer Thief!
Chapter Three
Otto's Visitor
An hour and a half passed since Twister's startling discovery. Needless to say, he was still pretty heated about his brother's antics. He was currently on the computer, angrily clicking away.
'How dare he?!' He seethed as he printed out the snowboarding tips from the Shaun White site. 'The whole time, I was freaking out because I thought this thing had a virus when it was him!' He snatched the print out and put it in his backpack, which was nearby.
'The whole time, he was taking away my computer time! Doesn't he know that I need to be on so that I can get with Sammy!?' He blinked. 'Ok… So nobody else knows about my crush but me. But still, that doesn't give him the right to just close out my windows and take the computer from me!' He continued to curse inwardly as he surfed around. About an hour passed when he heard his mother's voice.
"Maurice, phone call!" Twister cursed in Spanish as he stood. He so wasn't in the mood for whoever was calling. He turned to the camera.
"Place your bets, folks. Is Lars going to be in here when I get back?" With that, he walked out into the kitchen and grabbed the phone.
"Whaddya what?" He said coldly. The person on the other end gasped.
"Twist! We've been waiting for like an hour! Are you coming or not!?!" Twister's eyes widened. In his state of rage, he forgot that he was supposed to meet his friends at the Shack!
"Aw man, Otto! Sorry! I lost track of time!" He apologized. "I'll be right there."
"Hurry up, bro!" Otto yelled before hanging up. Twister rushed into his room and grabbed his gear and camera. He was about to rush out the door when he remembered his backpack was still in the office. He dropped the stuff and ran back inside. He almost screamed when he walked inside.
"YOU!" He roared at the computer's latest occupant. Lars sighed with boredom as he prepared his usual excuse. He turned towards Twister.
"Your windows—"
"My windows did NOT close!" The younger sibling interrupted, glaring icily at the older brother. "Ever since we got this computer, you said that the windows always closed whenever I got up to do something! Well guess what? I caught you on film!" Lars gave him a fake look of shock. Twister didn't notice though.
"Yeah that's right!" He continued his rant. "I left my camera here last night and taped you closing out my stuff! So what do you have to say?!" Lars didn't look the least bit intimidated by that speech.
"Are you done?" Twister gaped in disbelief. He felt like he just got spit in the face!
"You…" He looked ready to slap the brunet. Of course, he knew better than that. He'd get beaten senseless. So instead, he only intensified his glare. "You always take away my computer time… You are a computer taker-awayer!" He pointed an accusing finger. Lars only raised an eyebrow in response.
"A what?"
"You heard me!" Twister spat. "You're a computer crook! You're a liar! A betrayer! A backstabber! A faker! A charlatan!" Lars' eyebrow went higher at that last one. The boy in the striped hat struggled to think of a last stinging insult.
"A-A-A COMPUTER THIEF!!! And I'm gonna put an end to your evil ways!" Lars roared with laughter.
"And just what are you going to do!?" He yelled, struggling to avoid falling over. Twister scratched his head.
"Uh… W-Well… Ok, so I don't know, but just you wait!" He backed out of the room, pointing at him. "Just remember, I'm on to you, fabricator!" Lars gaped after the boy. A few seconds passed before Twister walked back in.
"Heh, heh. Forgot my backpack." He said sheepishly as he grabbed his bag and left. Another few seconds passed before Lars fell over, holding his sides as he laughed at the threat.
::PAUSE!::
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" The audience roared with laughter. I smirked as I crossed my arms. Even Izzy was chuckling.
"Heh. Well, at least I got a chuckle out of you guys."
"Man, who knew Twister had such an extensive vocabulary?" My partner asked. I shrugged.
"Well, he's not a member of the AV club for nothing."
::UNPAUSE!::
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"Twist! It's about time!" Otto yelled at his best bro. "Where were you!?" Twister had just walked into the Shack, still looking tweaked.
"What happened to you?" Reggie asked. He shook in anger. His knuckles turned bright white.
"Twister?" Sam asked with heavy concern. The love of his life looked like he was about to explode. His face turned bright red as he took a deep breath.
"Lars is a computer thief!!!"
Everybody blinked.
"Come again?" Sam asked curiously.
"Lars is a computer thief!" Twister repeated. He then proceeded to explain what happened during the past few days.
"So that's what you got…" Otto said after he finished. He was slightly disappointed that Twister didn't get a Whomp Master.
"And also why you called yesterday…" Sam added.
"But that doesn't make Lars a thief, Twist." Reggie rationalized.
"Yes it does!" Twister shouted. "He's been stealing the computer from me for the last two days! If that doesn't make him a thief, I don't know what does! I gotta stop him!" He frowned.
"If only I knew what I could do…" He slumped into his chair. Sam put on a thinking look. He then snapped his fingers as he thought of a way to help his crush.
'He can set up his computer the same way I do!' He grinned. 'All I gotta do is show him the procedure and boom! Twist will love me for it!' He blushed as he looked at the distressed boy.
'And then I could tell him how I feel.' He got ready to speak.
"Hey Twist, I know how you could—"
"Did you even try asking him to stop?" Reggie interrupted. Sam frowned. Twister gave the girl a weirded out look.
"You're joking, right? He'd never stop stealing the computer from me!"
"You never know until you try." Reggie shrugged. Twister never lost his look. Sam decided to try again.
"Twister, I know the perfect way—"
"Come on!" Otto interrupted as the phone rang. Tito walked over and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Forget about Lars for the moment, dude. Let's get going to ZGZ before it gets packed!" Otto ran out and jumped on his skateboard. Reggie followed suit. Twister dragged himself out of his chair and got on his board. Sam looked down sadly.
'Man… Who am I kidding?' He thought. 'Twister's probably straight. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if he likes Reggie.'
::PAUSE!::
"OVER MY DEAD BODY!!!" I roared at the screen. Izzy and everybody in the audience raised an eyebrow.
::UNPAUSE!::
He sighed before getting on his board and joining up with the rest of the group. The quartet was about to take off when…
"Otto, phone call!" Tito called. Twister, Reggie, and Sam gave Otto a curious look. The leader shrugged at them.
"Wonder who it could be…" He walked back inside the Shack and waved at them. "You guys go on ahead. I'll catch up!" The trio looked at each other and shrugged before leaving. They got about halfway towards the pier's exit when…
"YEEEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
They turned towards the Shack after hearing Otto cheer. A few seconds later, a blur passed right by them. It stopped, revealing the boy in question. The rest of the group gave him a curious look.
"Uhhh… What was that about, bro?" Twister asked. Otto turned to him with the biggest grin in the world.
"I can't believe it! He's coming for a whole month!!!" He punched the air.
"Huh?" Sam blinked in confusion. He turned to Reggie. "Who's coming?"
"Got me, Squid." She answered with a shrug. She smirked as she gave her brother a knowing look.
'Who else would he be going wild for?' She knew perfectly well who Otto was going on about. She would've gladly told Sam if she hadn't sworn secrecy to her brother.
"Come on! We wasted enough time already!" Otto yelled happily as he sped off to Zero Gravity Zone with newfound energy. Sam and Twister were utterly confused as they followed. Reggie gave a sigh.
"Honestly, I wish he would just tell everyone already." She shook her head before joining up with everybody.
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Later that night…
'Man, what am I going to say?' Twister thought. He had his head propped up on his left hand while his right guided the mouse around.
He was online at the moment, trying to think of how to ask Lars to stop stealing the computer from him. He had decided to take Reggie's advice and ask him nicely before things get any worse. Maybe he should try the subtle approach? Or perhaps he should be blunt about it? Maybe insults were the way to go? Twister shook his head. A diss war would just make things worse.
'Oh well.' He shrugged. 'I'll think about it later. I wonder what Sammy was trying to say earlier. And also, who was Otto going on about?' He gave another shrug before going back to surfing. He was now at the official Shaffika site.
::PAUSE!::
"Hey, if he's sixteen, which means this is taking place five or so years after Reggie's Big Break, wouldn't Shaffika be a has been by now?" Izzy asked.
"You think I know how the music industry works?" I asked with a shrug.
::UNPAUSE!::
He was getting ready to listen to his favorite song, "Get Dancing," when…
"Maurice!" Sandy started. Twister sighed.
"Ok. It's now or never." He said to himself as he prepared to get up. He figured that if it takes longer than two minutes to do whatever it is his mother wanted, he wouldn't be on the computer for the rest of the night.
'Man, I only just found out about Lars and already I'm making predictions?' He shrugged for the third time in five minutes.
"Take out the trash!"
"Ok Mom!" Twister replied. He walked out of the office and into the kitchen, where Sandy was waiting with a couple of garbage bags nearby. He groaned as he picked them up.
'Yep. I definitely won't be back in time.'
He walked out the front door with the heavy bags and went to the side of the house. He lifted the lids off the garbage cans and put the bags inside with a grunt. He put the lids back on and was about to go back inside when he noticed he was standing right outside Sam's window. The Squid used to be on the other side of the house, but recently, Paula, his mother, decided to switch rooms with him. Twister decided to look inside. The blond in question was inside, typing on his own computer. It was dark inside. Right then and there, Twister envied his crush.
Sam was an only child, so he didn't have to go through what the taller boy was. He can step away from the computer for as long as he wants without having to worry about anybody taking it from him. Twister looked for a little longer, admiring the boy. The light from the monitor created a beautiful silhouette. Sam suddenly turned his chair and noticed him. He grinned and waved at Twister, who gave a small smile and waved back.
'He seems really down about this whole deal with Lars.' Sam thought before sighing. 'I wish I could help him.' He lowered his head. Twister noticed this and frowned.
'I wonder what's eating him.' He wanted to go in there, hold the blond in his arms, and make him feel better about whatever he was thinking about, but he couldn't. 'I still have to tell him how I feel first.'
Sam soon looked up and both boys were staring into each other's eyes. Twister felt himself drawn to him, like so many times before. He stepped towards the window. The smaller boy couldn't look away either as he got off the chair and drew nearer. They both felt like they could drown into each other's eyes. Their heartbeats quickened as they got closer.
Just as they were mere inches away from the glass, Twister heard a cruel laugh. He drew back immediately, startling Sam.
"Oh man! I forgot!"
Without giving a second glance, he ran back into his house. Sam pressed his face against the window in an attempt to catch one last glimpse of his crush. He pulled back and trudged over to the computer, wiping his eyes a little.
Meanwhile…
"::Huff:: Made it…" Twister panted as he leaned against the office's door.
"Heh, heh, heh… Think not, shrimp." His head shot up at the voice. Lars was, once again, on the computer. The younger teen allowed himself to catch his breath as he stood straight. He tried to think of a way to get Lars off.
"Uhhhh… Lars?" He started as nicely as he could manage.
"No." Twister gaped.
"But—"
"No." Lars interrupted coldly.
"But—!"
"Look twerp! I said no! Now back off!" That did it. Twister glared at the brunet.
'Screw being subtle and screw being blunt. I want 'im off!'
"Listen up, faker! I want you off!" He shouted. Lars turned to him in shock. How dare he try to undermine his authority as the big brother?!
"Is that so?" He challenged, crossing his arms.
"It is! I was on until Mom told me to take out the trash! I was only gone for like five minutes!"
"More like twenty." Twister blushed. He was staring at Sam that long? He shook it off.
"Even if I was gone an hour, I should be allowed to go back on!"
"'Fraid not, shrimp-o." Lars said, shaking a condoling finger. "You got off the computer, so I just went on. That's the rule."
"Says who!?"
"Me!" Lars roared.
"You thief! Give me back my computer time!"
Twister rushed forward in an attempt to get past Lars. The older one held him back with just one hand. The smaller boy moved his feet to get further. He actually started to gain ground!
"What the—?" Lars gasped as he realized he was actually getting pushed back. And by Twister no less!
'He ain't kidding!' He thought. His shocked expression turned to a smirk as he pushed his younger brother on the floor. Twister shot right up and charged forward again. Lars quickly grabbed him and got him in a choke hold.
"You know," He started as he moved out of the room. "You forgot something when Mom told you to take out the trash."
"Ugh… I did?" Twister grunted. Lars smirked as they reached an open window.
"Yep. YOU!"
And with that, he picked up the smaller boy and tossed him out the window!
::CRASH!::
"Pahahahahahaha!!!!!" Lars laughed at the sight of his brother, who was covered with garbage. He pulled his head back in. Twister growled as he stood up and picked trash off his clothes.
"Just you wait until I get back in there… Ugh! I need a shower."
After putting the trash back in the cans, he limped towards his front door. On the way, he decided to look inside Sam's room again. The blond was sleeping peacefully. Twister smiled at the sight. He held his chin in thought.
'Wait a sec. It was only like five minutes since I got inside the house. He fell asleep already?' He blinked. 'And who knew he was such a heavy sleeper? He sure looks cute.'
Blushing, he continued on. He didn't notice, but the blond was looking after him with a saddened look.
'I wish he'd just ask me for help. I know the perfect way to stop Lars.' Sam laid his head back on the pillow and fell asleep with tears streaming down his face.
The next afternoon…
"Alright. Being nice didn't work." Twister said to himself as he stepped out of his house. "I gotta try something new, but what?" He then noticed his best bro's house.
"Maybe Ottoman can give me some advice."
And with that, he crossed the street to the house. He was about to knock when he heard two voices giggling. He raised an eyebrow. He stood there for a few moments before he shook it off.
"Maybe it's the TV." He moved to knock again.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" Twister stepped back after hearing that loud roar of laughter.
"That was Otto."
Curious about what was making his best friend laugh so hard, he knocked on the door.
"HAHAHAHA!!!!—Come in!—HAHAHAHAHA!!!!" Otto answered. With a seriously freaked out expression, Twister turned the knob and stepped inside.
"Otto?"
"In here, Twist!" Otto, still stifling small giggles, called from the living room. Twister trudged towards the living room. When he got there, he sat on the couch opposite his best bro. "What's up, Twi—Ugh! What's that smell?!" The redhead held his nose.
"Lars tossed me in the trash." Twister replied with a sigh. "I took Reggie's advice and—" His eyes widened when he noticed someone sitting next to Otto.
"Keoni?! Where'd you come from, dude?!"
Sitting next to his best bro was the brunet from Oahu, Hawaii, Keoni Makani.
"I just flew in this morning, cuz." He answered, holding out his left fist. Twister reached out with his right fist and the two pounded. When he leaned back into the sofa, he raised an eyebrow.
"Uhhh… Why are you guys holding hands?"
"Huh?" Otto and Keoni looked at each other before looking down between them. The brunet's right hand was currently over the redhead's left hand. Both of them blushed, but made no attempt to move. They both stammered to find an excuse.
"Uhhh… You see, Twist, we were—uhhh…" Otto started.
"We were…" Keoni trailed off.
"Oh I get it!" Twister exclaimed with a knowing grin. Both boys looked at him nervously.
'He couldn't know. He just couldn't!' Otto gulped.
'Oh man! If Uncle Tito and Cousin Noelani find out, we're in deep trouble!' Keoni swallowed hard.
"You guys were playing Rock, Paper, Scissors!"
::PAUSE!::
Izzy, the audience, and I fell over.
::UNPAUSE!::
Otto and Keoni grinned at each other.
"Yeeeeeeeaaahhhh… Rock, Paper, Scissors. That's exactly what we were doing. Right Keoni?" Otto winked at the latter.
"But of course, brah." Keoni replied, winking back.
"Heh. You just got lucky you picked Paper." Otto scoffed.
"No way, cuz. It's all skill." Keoni bragged. "It was so obvious you were gonna pick Rock."
"Whatever dude. You won't get the jump on me again!"
"Oh yeah? Wait until later." Keoni whispered with a smirk. Otto gulped again.
"Ummmm…" Twister blinked. The other two males quickly turned towards him and chuckled nervously.
"So what's up?" Otto asked.
"And why do you smell like low tide?" Keoni added, waving his left hand in front of his nose. He was still holding Otto's hand with his right.
"Lars tossed me in the trash last night." Twister repeated. Otto raised an eyebrow.
"And you didn't take a shower?" Twister glared at him.
"Of course I did! Like ten times! The smell still won't come off!"
"Why did he toss you in the trash, brah?" Keoni asked with a weirded out expression. He found it hard to believe that anybody's brother would do something like that. Then again, he's never had a brother, let alone one as cruel and evil as Lars. Twister told him about the whole situation.
"So I took Reggie's advice and here I am now! I don't know what to do!" He groaned, slumping into the sofa. The other two boys sat, thinking about a way to help their distressed friend. A couple of minutes passed before Keoni spoke.
"So play his game." Twister looked up.
"What?"
"Bro, just do something to get him tossed off!" Otto clarified. "Play dirty, trick him, scare him; maybe even cause bodily harm." To that, he grinned devilishly and chuckled evilly. "Something like that. Got it?" Twister grinned and nodded.
"Got it! I know what to do now! Thanks, you guys!"
And with that, he bolted off the couch and out the door.
"There. That'll keep him busy for awhile." Otto said, turning to Keoni. He grinned. "So where were we?"
"Ummm…" Keoni said with a fake thinking look. He gave Otto a devilish smirk. "THIS!!!" He tackled the redhead and started tickling him.
"Hey! HAHAHAHAHA!!! No—HAHAHAHA!!!!—fair!" Otto laughed as he squirmed around.
"See?! I told you I was gonna get the jump on you!" Keoni said as he kept it up.
"But you said—HAHAHAHAHA!!!!—You said—HAHAHAHA!!!—LATER!!!" Otto screamed.
"So I got a little impatient!" Keoni responded. "You're just too ticklish!"
"That ain't right! HAHAHA!!! You know my weakness! HAHAHA!!!" Keoni stopped tickling and sat up. Otto soon stopped laughing and met his gaze.
"So? You know mine too." The brunet gave a smirk. Otto rolled his eyes.
"Is that all you ever think about?"
"Hey, I'm only here for a month, remember?" Keoni shrugged. "We might as well do it as much as possible while we're alone."
"True." Otto nodded. They both stared deeply into each other's eyes. They allowed themselves to close the distance between each other. Their lips soon met in a passionate kiss as they embraced each other.
::PAUSE!::
"And that was your secondary coupling, folks!" I yelled to the cheering crowd. Izzy raised an eyebrow.
"Otto/Keoni? Why?"
"Why not?" I shrugged. "After all, we all saw how fast Keoni jumped in the water to save Otto in that one scene in Island of the Menehune." I smirked. "Don't tell me you didn't notice the love right there. He even looked ready to give mouth-to-mouth!"
"I didn't see it, remember?" Izzy said, sulking.
"Oh yeah… Your fear." I said thoughtfully. My partner's eyes soon lit up with realization.
"Hey, wait a minute. I just realized something."
"Oh? What?" I asked.
"If Noelani is Keoni's cousin, doesn't that technically make him and Otto cousins as well?" Izzy replied. I held a hand to my chin.
"It might… I don't know how the whole thing works when people get married, but I'd imagine so." My eyes widened. "Hold up! Do you mean to tell me I just—"
"Played with incest." Izzy finished, crossing his arms.
"Heh." I shrugged. "Who knew I had it in me?" I grinned for a few seconds before it dawned on me. "Oh man!" My face drooped. "Now this kills any hope of any future Otto/Keoni fics."
'Like anybody would write one?' Izzy thought, rolling his eyes. He then said, rather insincerely, "Hey, you never know. People can always have the fic take place before Noelani and Ray got married to avoid that little inconsistency. Or, they could create an AU situation in which Ray and Noelani never got married. Or even have them get divorced."
"Maybe… But the fact would still remain…" I sighed. "Let's get back to the fic." I turned to the camera. "Before I forget, I wrote this out before I discovered this interesting fact, so don't think I paired them up just to create an incestuous situation."