Computer Thief!
Epilogue
The Two Boys' Love
Twister was sitting in front of the computer again. He was currently thinking about whether or not he could do this. He shook his head.
'Come on. You could do this!' He thought. 'Just remember what Sammy told you!' He put on a stern look as he nodded.
'Right. Here goes.'
He moved the mouse to the Start button and clicked it. When the menu popped up, he highlighted "Control Panel" and clicked it. When the window came up, he clicked on "User Accounts." When the window changed, he clicked on the icon that was also labeled "User Accounts." After that, another window opened. He noticed that the icon on the bottom left was labeled, "The Rodriguez Family."
'That must be the same link Squid clicked on.' He thought. He clicked on that one and a new menu appeared. He clicked on "Create a Password." When the window changed to the two spaces, he put on a thinking look.
'What do I use as my password?' He held his chin in thought. 'Whatever I pick, it's gotta be something Lars would never be able to guess in a million years. …But what?' He closed his eyes as he tried to think of something.
There were a multitude of things he could use as his password. The places he likes to visit. The foods he likes to eat. The year he was born. His favorite cartoon. His favorite singer. His favorite sport. He could even mix those preferences up or just use a phrase from a movie or something. He started thinking of anything that could be used. His eyes shot open as he figured out the perfect password.
'It's so obvious! I can't believe I didn't see it sooner! Nobody will be able to guess it!' He grinned as he typed in the password twice and clicked "Create Password."
After answering no to the question that followed, he closed out the windows and right-clicked the desktop. He clicked "Properties" in the menu that displayed and opened a new window. He went to the Screen Saver area of the window and set the wait time for a minute. He then clicked the checkbox for the password prompt. After that, he set up the screen saver for the computer (one wasn't set up prior to him opening the window). He decided to pick the "3D Text" option. He set it up so that it would display his name. When it was done, he closed the window and sighed.
'There. Done.' He smiled. 'Hey! Sammy was right! That didn't take long at all!' He bowed his head and sighed.
'I wish I listened to him at the start of this whole thing. It would have saved me a lot of trouble, injuries, and money; both mine and Sam's mom's.' He grimaced, thinking about how much trouble Sam will get in when Paula finds the damage, as well as how much it would probably cost to repair the roof.
'Well, unless I get a job and work for a few years, there's no way I can pay to fix the roof.' He sighed before going into the art program. 'Maybe the video will make up for it.'
Later…
'Alright! Everything's all set up!' Twister thought happily as he closed out the art program. 'All I gotta do is film Sammy and the rest will take care of itself.' He leaned back as he held his chin. After a moment, he brought his head up with a grin.
'I wonder if he'll come with me to ZGZ right now!' He turned to leave the room when he noticed that it was dark outside. He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.
'Was I on the computer that long?' He shrugged and turned back to the computer.
The screen was black and displayed the words, "Twister rules!" in 3D letters. He moved the mouse, which made the screen saver turn off. A log in window appeared. Remembering the password he created a few hours earlier, he typed it in and pressed Enter. The screen displayed the desktop. He went on the Internet. As usual, he browsed around for a while. About a half hour later, his parents and Lars arrived. Things were pretty uneventful for the most part, but eventually…
"Maurice!"
He'd be called away from the computer.
"Yeah, Mom!?" Twister called.
"Could you please take out the trash!?"
"Sure! I'll be right there!" Twister got up and held his chin.
'The screen saver's supposed to come on a minute after I leave the computer alone.' He thought. 'Lars might come in before then.' He shrugged and sat down.
'Oh well. Mom can wait a few more seconds.'
And so, he waited until the screen saver came on. Once the screen turned black, he left to do the chore. As he made his way into the kitchen, Lars walked into the office. He walked over to the computer. He gave a perplexed look at the screen.
"'Twister rules?'" He gave a snort to that. "In a million years maybe. Now to see if there's anything worth looking at." He sat down and moved the mouse. The log in window appeared.
"Huh?" He said, raising an eyebrow. He read the screen. "'This computer has been locked. Only an administrator may unlock it?' How did that happen?" Scratching his head, he hit the Enter button. He was denied entry. The brunet started sweating.
"Oh crap… Don't tell me they could stop you from using your computer if you curse at message boards!" He tried typing something. He was again denied. His eyes widened.
"Oh man… Don't tell me I broke it! Mom and Dad will kill me!" Afraid of what his parents would do to him, he hightailed it out of the room. A few moments later, Twister walked into the office. Lars raised an eyebrow at the sound of typing.
"Huh?" He walked over to the office door. He gasped when he saw Twister looking at a web site.
'But how?' He thought. 'I wasn't able to get in because of that weird window!'
"Maurice!" Their father called. Lars stepped away from the door. "Could you come in here?!"
"Coming!" Twister replied. About a minute later, he stepped out of the office. Thinking that whatever made the computer mess up was taken care of, Lars went back inside. Like before, the screen saver was on. He moved the mouse, making it turn off. The log in window from before appeared.
'What the—?! But I just saw Twister using it! What's the deal?!' He tried typing in random letters. 'Knowing him, that's exactly what he did.' He pressed Enter, only to get the same result. He was denied entry. He groaned.
'This is a joke! How come he could get in while I can't!?!'
He walked out of the room and slumped into the living room. Twister yawned as he walked into the office. A few minutes later, the light was turned off as he walked into his room to sleep. Lars took the opportunity and walked inside the office. He turned on the computer and waited for it to boot up. His eyes widened when he saw a log in screen appear.
"I… I… Ohhhh…" He fainted in front of the computer.
The next day…
"I don't believe it, Sammy!" Twister cheered. He was in his room, talking to Sam over the phone. "It actually worked! Lars can't get on!"
"See? What'd I tell you?" Sam replied. "Now, aren't you glad I showed you how to block him out?"
"You bet!" Twister grinned. He then frowned as he thought over what the blond just said. "Sammy?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry."
"For what?" Sam asked confusedly.
"For ignoring you this whole time. If I just listened to you from the start, I wouldn't have had to worry about Lars and your roof wouldn't be busted."
"Oh, it's alright." Sam said cheerfully. Twister raised an eyebrow.
"You sure?"
"Yeah! I've always wanted a skylight anyway. Because of what happened yesterday, half the work was taken care of. Mom was a little ticked off about the roof, but she just hired the contractors. They'll be setting up the skylight and fixing the roof in a few days."
"That's good to know." Twister sighed with relief. "Anyway, you should've seen Lars last night! He was a wreck!" He laughed at the sight of the brunet freaking out.
Outside the room, Lars was trudging around, depressed that he couldn't use the computer.
"By any chance, you did remember to remove the password after you were done last night, right?" Sam asked. Twister gulped.
"Err… Define 'Remove.'" The blond groaned in response.
"I'm surprised your parents haven't said anything yet."
"You know, it's the weirdest thing. Since we got the computer, I've never seen Mom or Dad on it." Twister replied. "It's always been Lars or me." He chuckled. "I guess I might as well say 'just me' now since I set up that password."
Lars' ears perked up after hearing that.
'So that's it, huh?' He thought, putting an ear against the door. 'That little twerp and the Squid must've set up a password so I can't get on.' He cursed inwardly.
'I can't do anything about it.' He grinned. 'Unless I beat the password out of him.' He snickered evilly. Unfortunately, he snickered a little too loud. Twister turned to the door before looking out the window.
"Are you sure you should be talking about the password out loud?" Sam asked. "It's supposed to be your personal secret. You can't go around bragging about it."
"Don't worry, Sammy." Twister said, shooting a mischievous glance towards the door. "No one will be able to guess the password, which is 'Twister is number one!'" He said that last part louder. Lars grinned toothily.
'Bingo.' He snickered as he made his way to the office. He booted up the computer. When the log in screen appeared, he typed in the password. When he pressed Enter, however, a window appeared telling him he was denied!
'What the—?! I just heard him say it!' He roared inwardly. He snapped his fingers. 'Duh! He probably didn't type it in properly.' He reentered the password as "twister is number 1." He was again denied. He growled.
'Maybe he mixed the casing.' He entered the password as "TwIsTeR iS NuMbEr 1."
Still didn't work.
'Maybe as one word?'
Nope.
'Maybe he typed it in Spanish.'
Sorry.
'BACKWARDS!?!'
You are the weakest link. Good bye.
'Ugh!' Lars held his head. Just then, Twister walked by, camera in hand. The older sibling stood up and faced him with a glare.
"YOU!!!"
"Me?" Twister pointed at himself innocently.
"Yeah! What's the password?!"
"Sorry. My lips are sealed." The younger brother made a zipping motion with his right hand.
"I'm not going to ask you again. What is the password!?!"
"Not telling." Twister said, shaking his head with a smirk. "You'll have to catch me first!" With that, he ran out the front door.
"WHY YOU—!!!" Lars chased him out the door. He proceeded to chase his younger brother around the cul-de-sac. "Just wait until I catch you!"
"Nyah, nyah!" Twister turned and stuck his tongue out. That only made Lars increase his speed. The younger brother's eyes bulged. "Yikes!" He ran up to Sam's door and knocked frantically.
"Sam! Let me in! Quick!" Sam hurriedly opened the door and gave him a freaked out look.
"Twist, what are you—" He didn't finish as Twister pushed him inside and slammed the door shut. He quickly locked it. Seconds later, Lars pounded on the door like a madman.
"Twister!!! When you get out here, you're mine! The Squid can't protect you!!!" He roared. Twister laughed heartily.
"Oh man! That was perfect!"
"What happened?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Lars thought I said the password out loud, but I just made it up!" Twister replied, stifling small giggles.
"That wasn't the password?" Sam asked with surprise in his voice. He didn't think that Twister was so crafty.
"Right! The real password is 'Squid is cute!' HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!" The taller boy held his sides. Sam gaped at him. He just heard the three greatest words in the world. Ok, they were only the three second greatest.
"Tw-Twister… Do you mean it? Was that really your password?"
"Yep! I knew for sure he'd never figure it out! HAHAHAHAHA!!!" Twister was rolling on the floor. Sam meanwhile, was blushing profusely. "Come on Sam! It's hilarious! HAHAHAHAHA—OH MY GOD!!!" He slapped his hands over his mouth when he realized his mistake. "Sammy, I can explain!"
"Then go ahead. I'm all ears." Sam replied, trying to hide a smirk. He didn't need Twister to say it. He already knew the truth. And he was glad. All he needed was the taller boy to say those three words.
"Sam…" Twister took a deep breath. He couldn't deny it any longer. "The truth is I love you. I wanted to use the computer to make a really cool video of you to show my feelings. But because of Lars, I didn't even come close."
He turned away, not wanting to see the look of disgust that was most likely etched on Sam's face. He felt a hand on his shoulder. Twister looked over his shoulder and saw the blond boy. Tears were falling and he had a small smile planted.
"Sammy…?" He turned around. Sam immediately wrapped his arms around the other's waist and buried his face in his chest. He let loose his tears. Twister confusedly wrapped his arms around Sam.
"Why are you crying?" Sam looked up and gave him the biggest grin he could manage.
"Because I love you too!" He yelled, seizing the taller boy's lips in a deep kiss.
Given the moment and their difference in height, it was somewhat sloppy. But it didn't matter to them. Twister returned the kiss, happy that he didn't need the video to win the blond's heart. The boys soon separated for air. They just stood there, holding each other. Sam leaned his head against Twister's chest.
"Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"What does this make us?" They both looked at each other.
"I guess boyfriends. That is, if you don't mind having a nerd." Sam chuckled. Twister grinned.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." He said before they shared another kiss. "So what do you think everybody else will say?"
"Well, I think Reggie will be alright with us." Sam replied. "Otto and Keoni will be too. That is, if they ever come out." Twister stared at him in surprise.
"You mean they're…" Sam nodded. He then raised an eyebrow.
"Don't tell me you didn't notice it."
"Well, they were acting weird when I saw them the other day…" Twister said thoughtfully. They were silent for a few minutes. "Sammy?"
"Yeah?"
"Yesterday, when you showed me how to block out Lars, what was the password you used?" Sam looked at him with a blush.
"Y-you don't want to know." He turned away. Twister smirked.
"Oh no you don't. I told you my password. The least you could do is tell me yours." Sam sighed.
"Alright, alright. My password was 'Twister is a hottie.'" He blushed darkly after revealing that. Twister gave him a devilish grin.
"Is that a fact?"
"Y-yeah…" Sam said with a nervous gulp. "You're not going to jump me, are you?" Twister shook his head.
"Unless you want me to. I want to take our relationship nice and slow. We got plenty of time to do that kind of stuff later." Sam sighed with relief.
"Good. I don't need my mom to catch us in that kind of position. She'd have a heart attack. She doesn't even know I'm gay."
"Neither do my parents." Twister shrugged. "But we'd have to tell them sooner or later."
"Yeah, but not right now. I just want to spend time with you."
"Fine by me." Twister gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. "So what do you want to do?"
"Well how about we exchange e-mail addresses?" Twister looked at Sam in confusion.
"E-what now?" Sam gaped in disbelief.
"You're joking! You've had that computer for about a week and you don't even have an e-mail address? Even Otto has one!"
"Yeah right!" Twister scoffed, finding it hard to believe that Otto even owns a computer.
"I'm completely serious. He's always at the Tony Hawk forums under the name 'Rocket Boy360.'"
"Hey, I saw his posts! Who knew he had so much to say about the Hawk?"
"You're surprised?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. Twister looked up. After a moment, he looked down at the blond.
"Now that I think about it, no."
"Well, come on. Let's set up an address for you." Sam said, dragging his new boyfriend towards his room.
THE END
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Post-story Conversation
The audience cheered and clapped. A few of them were still laughing. I wiped the sweat off my forehead.
"Whew! I thought I'd never finish that one!"
"Well, that's another RP slash fic to go in the history books." Izzy grumbled, crossing his arms. I glowered at him.
"There's just no pleasing you, is there?" I sighed and turned to the camera. "Anyway, the procedure that Sam and Twister used is a real method you can use to block people if they're always taking the computer whenever you decide to step away from it. Just don't forget to remove the password when you're through. Otherwise, there may be big trouble. Anyway, til next time, see ya and don't forget to review!" I waved at the camera.