A/N: I forgot to mention, I don't know Mrs. Dullard's name. I, however, did notice that she was referenced to as "Paula" in someone's ff and I wasn't sure if this was her name or not; but I used it anyways. Credit to whoever wrote that story that used the name "Paula" (I don't remember who you are...and I'm too lazy to look...)

ENJOY!

Chapter 2

"Hm...when readying to hit those snowy hills, different flashy magazines will list a menagerie of items they appropriate as necessities. This Rocket girl, however, knows all she needs is her board, her bros, and most definitely, her guy to keep warm with while waiting for the ski-lift and totally out-shred in a race down the mountainside..." Reggie read aloud, smirking. She knew Twister would like him being referenced to, "So toss the gloss, ditch the cutesy ski cap and too tight tee, grab your gear, and keep in mind, the only powder you need this winter is white and littered across the mountain tops!" She saved the file, lifting herself up when their came a soft knock at the door.

"Hey, Reg," Sam greeted, blades on his feet and helmet atop his head, "Ready for print?"

"Yup. The last article is done with," Reggie answered, lifting her laptop, "Let's get to the garage." She lead them to the driveway, opening the door and waiting while Sam added the last article and began the printing process.

"So, you ready for those slopes?" Sam asked.

"Definitely," Reggie grinned, "I can't wait. This is the biggest trip we've made since...well...since I can't remember."

"I can't believe my mom's coming," Sam moaned.

"What's so bad about that?" Reggie asked.

"It's my mom! She's going to go crazy when she sees how high in the air I go on those slopes," Sam cried.

"How high you go?" Reggie retorted, "Sammy..."

"Okay, okay," Sam groaned, "How high Twister and Otto go, and from that, she'll assume I attempt to get that kind of air...and...well, let's just say my mom has a way of making these kinds of trips not that great. You wait until she sets in on you guys after she's got me totally protected from everything I will, and especially, won't encounter."

"You're being too harsh on your mom," Reggie scolded, "She's a nice lady. A bit overprotective at times, but she cares about you."

"It's done printing, you better get your skates on and I'll bundle them. We have an hour and a half to get them delivered," Sam told her, and she nodded, heading back into the house to grab her gear. Sam had things ready by the time she'd gotten back. They skated in separate directions, knowing they could cover more distance that way. They made their ways back up to their houses a little over an hour later. The door was open to the Dullard, Rodriguez, and Rocket houses. Tito had come over that morning to help Mrs. Dullard and Sam with their luggage. They would be riding with Ray and the Rockets. The Rodriguez family had agreed to follow behind in their car.

Reggie skated up towards the Rodriguez house, smiling to Raul and waving over her shoulder to Sam as he climbed up to his own house.

"Hi, Mr. Rodriguez," Reggie greeted. Raul turned, smiling.

"Reggie," Raul acknowledged, "I can get Maurice for you."

"Thanks, but I should go make sure things are running smoothly with the packing in my house," Reggie told him even as she was dying to say 'yes'. She hadn't really 'seen' Twister those past few weeks, "I'll see him later." Reggie made her way up to her house to see her father lugging her luggage down the stairs.

"Hey, princess," Ray grunted, dropping the suitcase balanced on his shoulder to the ground.

"Hi, dad," Reggie said, smiling, "Is that everything?"

"Yeah, I think I got it all. Will you go rouse the Rocket boy, get him to drag himself down the stairs...oh, and his stuff while he's at it?"

"Sure thing, Raymundo," she agreed, grinning and jogging up the stairs.

Reggie opened her brother's door, the curtains were closed and the room was, of course, a disaster area. She identified the immobile lump on the bed as Otto, and planned a route through the labyrinth of sports equipment, discarded clothes, tossed sneakers, and baggage. She maneuvered her way over to the bed, pushed the covers back and lifted one of Otto's dreadlocks to reveal his ear.

"The slopes are calling," she cooed, "And your names what they're saying."

"Wha...?" Otto groaned, curling up into a fetal position and reaching for his blanket.

"Wake up, Otto," Reggie snapped, and he sat up abruptly, eyes wide.

"What? What's going on? Why are you here?" Otto cried, looking about wildly.

"Why do you think I'm here?" Reggie demanded, hands on her hips, "You should have been up half an hour ago."

"Oh man, Reg," Otto moaned, "I was so psyched, I couldn't sleep all night, dreaming about the slopes and the cabin and the snow bunnies..."

"The snow bunnies?" Reggie questioned, her eyebrow perked.

"Yes, the snow bunnies," Otto said indignantly, reaching beneath his bed and producing a magazine featuring girls on snowboards wearing mini-skirts, tight halter tops, and bunny ears, "Snow bunnies."

"Get out of bed," Reggie growled, snatching the magazine, "And this," she shook the offensive item, "Is perverse. You know it's hard enough for girl snowboarders to get respect without things like this..."

"Twister thought it was sweet," Otto teased, grinning broadly.

"He did not," Reggie spat, slapping his arm and throwing the magazine to the ground, "Now get up, finish packing, and throw your stuff in the car!"

"Fine," Otto muttered, "And he would have thought it was sweet..." then under his breath, "If he wasn't passed out mumbling something about you. And what are you talking about? I am packed."

"You may need your ski pants," Reggie smirked, lifting the grayish green canvas. Otto scowled at her as she waved, slipping from the room.

It took a couple hours for the Rockets to get their car packed up. Ray nodded to the Rodriguezes, helping Sam lift his last bag into the trunk of the car.

"I'm glad you guys decided to come, Raul," Ray called.

"Well, the boys are disappointed they won't be going to the usual family reunion," Raul replied, "But we felt it was time for a change of pace."

Lars groaned, walking down the driveway with Cleo beside him, carrying their bags.

"Estas vacaciones realmente van a aspirar. ¡Significo, por lo menos en las reuniones de la familia cada uno sufre, pero esto va a ser tan cojo! Tengo que dejar las orillas del océano, mis amigos, para pasar estas vacaciones con mi lame-o hermano y sus lame-o amigos (This vacation is really going to suck. I mean, at least at the family reunions everyone suffers, but this is going to be so lame! I have to leave Ocean Shores, my friends, to spend this vacation with my lame-o brother and his lame-o friends)," Lars was saying. He'd been complaining all morning.

"Oh, Lars, podría ser peor (Oh, Lars, it could be worse)," Cleo commented. They stopped seeing Reggie approach Twister at the side of the house.

"Morning," she said, sliding her arms around his waist, and he grinned a bit goofily.

"Hi, Reg," he replied, leaning in to brush his lips against hers. Lars rolled his eyes, and Cleo covered a giggle as she pulled her older cousin away.

"Es peor. Me olvidé, yo voy con mi lame-o hermano, sus lame-o amigos, y su novia realmente caliente pero muy fuera de límites (It is worse. I forgot, I'm going with my lame-o brother, his lame-o friends, and his really hot but very off-limits girlfriend)," Lars moaned.

"¿Por qué usted no preguntó si usted podría permanecer detrás en Ocean Shores? (Why didn't you ask if you could stay behind in Ocean Shores?)" Cleo questioned, helping Lars put their bags in the Rodriguez car.

"Hice eso. La mama y el papá dijeron, no. (I did. Mom and dad said no.)"

"You okay?" Reggie asked Twister, looking up to him concerned.

"Yeah, fine," he answered, smiling slightly, "I just missed you is all. And I can't wait to get up there and hang with everyone. I bailed on Otto a lot lately, so I don't doubt I'll be making up for that."

"Don't push yourself too hard," Reggie told him, "And don't let Rocket boy push you too hard. If you don't feel up to something...then don't do it."

"Push myself too hard? No way! Don't worry, I'll be fine," Twister assured her.

"If you're sure..." Reggie mumbled, placing another kiss on his lips, "I talked to my dad, he said you could ride partway with us, if you don't mind it being so crowded."

"Mind? Nope. I get to sit next to you, right? My parents said you could ride with us too, though I don't know why you would want to...what with Lars being there."

"I could talk to Raymundo, but I don't know if he'll go for it. Family road trips are sacred," Reggie sighed, sinking deeply against Twister's chest, "But a week with you and no work or school to get in the way...I am so stoked!"

"Hey, you guys!" Otto cried, "Let's get going! They'll be plenty of time for making out when you're freezing your asses off in the snow!" Reggie rolled her eyes as Ray smacked Otto lightly on the head.

"Watch your language, young man!"

"Sure, he complains we need to get going, but who was the one out like a rock in bed all morning!" Reggie snapped at her brother, before dragging Twister to the Rockets' car. Everyone piled in and the road trip began, most of the passengers curling up to sleep for the beginning of the trip.

They stopped a few hours later at a little diner for breakfast. The hostess seated the large group together, smiling pleasantly as she sat menus down in front of everyone.

"Man, I am starved," Twister announced, "I could eat a hundred breakfast burritos!"

"Huh...you should save room for all that snow you'll be eating on those slopes, mi hermanito," Lars commented, and the group laughed slightly as Twister flushed.

"Lars, be nice to your brother," Sandy scolded, "And Maurice, perhaps you should start with one and work your way up to a hundred."

"Okay...okay..." Twister mumbled.

"I cannot wait to reach that mountain," Otto exclaimed, rubbing his hands together.

"We know, Rocket boy, we've been hearing it for the past week," Ray said, "Can you believe he didn't even want to stop for breakfast? You'd think he'd been deprived of awesome slopes his whole life!"

"Not slopes, dad," Otto groaned, "The babes, Raymundo, the snow bunny babes!"

"Snow bunny babes? What snow bunny babes?" Twister questioned, perking up. Reggie narrowed her eyes at him and he chuckled nervously, "Um...I mean....oh, those snow bunny babes..." Reggie raised an eyebrow.

"Try again, Maurice," Cleo snickered.

"Dog house already, Maurice? This vacation's getting better already," Lars laughed, "Mom, can I get the super breakfast meal?"

"Why are you looking at me like that, Reg?" Twister asked, "I don't know what he's talking about!"

"Half the time you don't know what anyone's talking about," Sam muttered.

"Only half the time?" Lars laughed, "You're giving him too much credit, nerd."

"Lay off, Lars," Twister cried, "At least people talk to me!"

"Only because they need a good laugh!"

"All they've got to do for that is look at your face!"

"In a minute you'll be looking at my fist!"

"Oh, if we could just get through one meal in peace," Raul sighed.

"Now, boys, what have I told you about insulting one another on a road trip?" Sandy said sharply.

"Yes ma'am..." the two Rodriguez boys mumbled, downcast.

"Sheesh, and I thought sibling rivalry was bad at my house," Ray whispered to Tito.

END A/N: I have almost all of this story completed. I actually have, I estimate, one chapter left. The stunning conclusion.

I think a lot of people are waiting for my story "The Legend of Bandit" to get an update. I'm actually still working on the first chapter of that...but I promise you, that story will be emmensly epic. Even if you don't like Recess, I would recommend you read it; especially if you're a sci-fi/post apocolyptic story fan. Sorry...I'm promoting my recess fics again, aren't I? Many apologies.

Wow, Ocean's Eleven is on my television...awesome movie. Though, everyone out there knows that it's almost impossible to rob a casino, right? Even if you do have eleven highly specialized thieves on your side. Oh, I saw The Life Aquatic last night; great movie. Bill Murray is genius, after all.

Please excuse any grammatical and typing errors (once again, not really proofreading this...don't really want to...) but you guys could point out any blatant mistakes in a REVIEW! And tell me the name of Sam's mom, too, if any of you know...

Thanks for Reading, until next chapter.