Two Extra Eyes

Chapter Five

Lars' Bad Days

"Aaaahhh!.!.!" Lars gasped as he shot up.

He panted, bringing precious air into his lungs as he wiped his sweaty forehead. When he caught his breath and his raging heartbeat returned to normal, he blinked and stared at the ceiling of his room, which he was able to see clearly. He then looked around himself. Everything came in sharp and clear. He breathed a relieved sigh and lied back in bed.

"Whew… It was all a dream…"

He got up and grabbed his clothes out of his dresser.

"Man! Talk about a whacked out dream!"

He put on his shorts.

"Of all the things I dream about, I dream about being forced to wear the same glasses as Squid!.?"

He put his shirt over his head and pulled down. He then put on his hat and adjusted it as he walked towards his mirror.

"That had to have been the stupidest dream ever!" He laughed to himself as he drew closer. "I mean, me needing glasses!.? That'll never happen in a million…"

He trailed off as he finally saw his reflection. Everything about him was normal. …Well, except for one major detail. There was a foreign black substance covering his eyes. Both of his eyes were covered by a hard, glass-like shell. They were magnified to the point that the color of his pupils could be seen in addition to them being surrounded by an opaque background.

Eyes wide with fear, he felt the substance. His fingers trembled as he ran them over the sleek surface. Those square jail cells for his eyes felt more real than ever before. He felt the left glass and shuddered at its frigidness. As he withdrew his fingers, his fingerprints obstructed his view, causing him to whimper as the truth became even more evident. He felt behind his ears and snapped his hands away as if he felt fire. Cautiously, he put his hands behind his ears against until he felt the stiff, plastic arms.

"N-n-n-no… This can't be…" He stuttered, growing pale.

At the door, a snickering Otto was looking in. He knew that it would be the biggest bust if he put his rival's new glasses on his eyes in his sleep. Noticing what was building up, he quickly ran over to Twister's room. Once he was inside, he jumped into the bed, startling his boyfriend. Twister sputtered in alarm as he thrashed around in the sheets. He soon cracked open an eye and found himself staring at a grinning Otto, who was wearing only his boxers. Immediately, he closed his eyes and turned away.

"Ottoman…" He groaned. "It's too early… I thought after last night, you woulda been sleeping til noon…"

"I know, babe. And you were great last night as always." Otto replied, shaking the other boy. "But this is just too good to pass up! C'mon! Get up!"

"Ugh! I'm up! I'm up!" Twister moaned as he sat up. He blinked and put on a sluggish grin when he noticed the auburn haired boy's state of dress. "Heh, heh… You're hot when you're wearing just your boxers…"

"Yeah, and you're gorgeous when you're wearing just yours, which if I'm not mistaken…" The shorter one lifted the covers, causing the taller one to blush. He looked up and smirked at Twister. "…Is right now."

"Ha, ha. Very funny…" The other boy stifled a yawn as he snatched the covers. Otto smirked at the action.

"Awww, is widdle Mauricio sweepy?" He said in a cute voice. Twister gave him a light glower as he got off the bed. As the shorter redhead so eloquently pointed out, he too was dressed in just his boxers.

"Yes, Mauricio is vewy sweepy because his boyfriend—who ain't gonna get any tonight!—decide to wake him up vewy early in the morning!" He retorted in the same tone of voice. Otto faked a flinch at the threat, but quickly bounced back with a grin.

"Now you and I both know that's a lie."

Twister crossed his arms. "We'll see about that." Otto gulped in response. "So why am I up so early for?"

"You mean besides letting me look at your hot body?"

"…" Rolling his eyes, Twister turned towards the bed. "I'm going back to sleep."

"Fine." The boy in the sunglasses smirked. "But you're gonna miss Lars screaming bloody murder…"

In one swift motion, the taller redhead turned, grabbed his hand, and dragged him over to the door to hear the music. Otto grinned at him.

"I knew you'd see it my way."

"Shhhhh!.!.!" Twister shushed. "I wanna hear!"

They both put their ears against the door to listen.

Meanwhile, Lars was gaping at his reflection like a fish out of water. There was no denying it anymore. That experience at the eye doctor's really did happen. It wasn't a dream at all. This was his greatest nightmare realized. His eyes were wide with fright as he felt his new glasses for what seemed to be the hundredth time. Right down to the square lenses, they were exactly the same as Sam's spectacles. The brunet was even willing to bet they had the same exact degree of magnification as the blond's glasses. Three strands of hair went over the right lens, nearly covering it from view. Right now he wished his hair overtook his entire face. It scared him tremendously to be looking at himself this way.

"I-I-I-I look like Squid!.!.!" He cried out. "And this time, it ain't a dream!.!.!"

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if preparing to let out the mother of all screams. Meanwhile, Otto and Twister were snickering behind the latter's door.

"Here it comes, here it comes!" Otto whispered, silencing his lover.

Inside his room, Lars opened his mouth wide. …However, no sound came out… Which was strange because his uvula was clearly moving. Quite rapidly in fact. A few moments passed and the two nearly naked redheads were starting to get impatient.

"What's the deal!.? I thought he was supposed to scream!" Twister protested, standing up.

"Yeah! What gives?.!" Otto agreed, standing up as well. "What's taking him so long to—"

He was cut off by what sounded like a dog's barking. The redhead turned to Twister with a seductive smirk.

"Why Twist! I never knew you were so kinky. It's kinda a turn on…" He trailed off, running a finger over the taller boy's chest. Twister shivered in pleasure.

"As much as I wanna take credit for it, that wasn't me, bro."

Otto raised an eyebrow at him. "Then who was it?"

Just then, several hundred barks, yaps, howls, and whimpers were heard. Looking at each other strangely, the two boys ran over to the window. Their eyes widened at what they saw.

Dogs littered the entire cul-de-sac and over half the hill leading towards the pier!.!.! There were all kinds. Puppies, full grown bulldogs, basset hounds, greyhounds, Doberman pinschers, German shepherds, police dogs, and even Seeing Eye dogs (with their owners!) were all over the place! Otto and Twister turned to each other with looks of understanding.

"Ohhhhh… I get it!" The shorter one started. "Lars screamed so loud, only dogs were able to hear him!"

"So that's why every dog in Ocean Shores is outside…"

Otto chuckled and elbowed his best bro. "Hey, maybe your puppy is down there too."

Twister blinked at him. "I have a puppy?"

The redhead in the sunglasses slapped his head before turning to his lover, the seductive smirk returning.

"So… Since we're up and there's no way we'll go back to sleep with all those dogs barking…" He started, running his hands all over his lover's bare chest. Twister's breathing quickened as he brought the other boy close to him. He gave a low moan when he felt the other's warmth (not to mention something else…) rubbing against him. He then returned the smirk.

"Well, I guess we could do something fun…" He purred, planting his lips on the other boy's. Otto grinned as he broke the kiss and pushed the taller boy onto the bed. They continued their tonsil wrestling as they removed their boxers. They both giggled uncontrollably as they messed around.

(A/N: Notice how this is supposed to be a Lars/Sam fic, yet those two have all the fun? ;-P)

Meanwhile, Lars stormed out of his room and stomped down the hall to the kitchen, where his parents were eating breakfast. When the bespectacled one entered the room, the adults took one look at him and immediately bit their lips in an attempt to stifle their laughter. The already ticked off teen glared icily at both of them.

"Don't even think about it." He growled as he sat at the table.

Fortunately for him, his parents were understanding. They cleared their throats and tried to have a peaceful breakfast, despite the barking dogs outside and the sound of bouncing bedsprings coming from Twister's bedroom. The sounds of those mongrels and those two twerps in addition to his parents slurping their coffee were getting on his nerves. Soon, Lars just couldn't take it anymore (And who could blame him? He did just get glasses). He stood up and slammed his palms on the table.

"How the hell could you two be so calm about all this!.?" He barked. "There are tons of dogs outside, those two dorks are doing it again, and worst of all I'm stuck wearing stinkin' glasses! Why aren't ya doing anything!.?"

Raoul sipped his coffee. "Well, the dogs will leave sooner or later."

Sandy put two plates of eggs and bacon on the table. "And the boys should be done right about…"

Suddenly, Twister's door slammed open and two blurs whizzed over to the two empty places on the table. They were revealed to be Otto and Twister, who were fully dressed. The redheads immediately dug into their food and started eating. Sandy smirked at the gaping Lars as she handed him his own plate.

"Now."

Muttering obscenities to himself, the sixteen year-old sat down and chomped into his bacon. When he swallowed the piece, he decided to bring up his third point.

"Well, what about the glasses!.?"

"You know what the doctor said." His mother started. "You're too young for the laser surgery and you can't have contacts."

"Just wear them everyday." Raoul advised. "The more you wear them, the sooner they'll come off."

"So deal with it, four eyes!" Otto laughed, causing Lars to reach across the table, grab his shirt and pull him to his face.

"What'd you call me!.?.!" He demanded. The redhead didn't even struggle. He simply smirked at his rival.

"You heard me, four eyes!"

"Bust!.!.!" Twister shouted, breaking into fits of laughter. Grinding his teeth, Lars raised his fist above his head and made to punch the fifteen year-old.

"Lars!" Raoul warned, standing up with a strong glare.

The brunet looked up and then at Otto. Grumbling to himself, he let the younger boy go and left the kitchen. He wasn't worth the headache his parents would've given him. He smirked to himself and made a mental note to get those two under the pier later. Or even better, out in the woods. That way, nobody could hear their screams. He snickered at the thought as he prepared to go out.

After about a half hour, Lars was in his skating gear. His skateboard was tucked under his arm. He gulped as he stepped towards the door. He had called his gang ten minutes ago and told them to meet him outside the house. This was the first time in a couple of days that he's seen them. He wondered what they would say about his…new look. He clenched his free fist. Glasses or no glasses, he was still Lars Rodriguez, the most evil bully in Ocean Shores!

Still though… What was a bully without the respect of his cronies?

Shaking his head, the brunet grabbed the doorknob and yanked it open, revealing the bright light of the sun. Lars shielded his eyes as he stepped out of the door. Being out for two days would do that to you. He looked at the bottom of the stairway and saw his crew conversing with each other. Giving one final gulp, he bowed his head as he descended the stairs. When he neared the bottom, his cronies noticed him and stopped their conversation.

"Lars! Good to have ya back, man!" Pi shouted happily.

"Hey!" Animal simply said with a wave. Sputz mumbled something, but Lars was grateful to hear him say, "I missed ya."

"Hey guys…" He said emotionlessly.

"We thought something real gnarly happened to ya and you were put in the hospital or something!" The round member of the gang told the leader. "We were really worried we lost ya."

"Lost me? Ha! Ya bunch of dorks ain't gonna lose me that easily!" Lars yelled, still keeping his head low. "It'll take a lot to take Lars Rodriguez down!"

"YEAH!.!.!" All three of the other Lasers howled, laughing their usual obnoxious way. Lars only chuckled nervously. Soon, the laughter died down and the three boys blinked at him.

"Why's yer head down?" Animal asked strangely.

"Yeah. What's up?" Pi supplied. Sputz added that he was real quiet. The leader sighed and took a deep breath.

"You guys know how I was gone for two days?" He asked. The others nodded. "Well…"

He picked up his head, revealing his glasses to the trio. They took one look at him and roared with laughter. They held their sides as they pointed at the boy, who only put on a look of extreme hatred. He let them have their fun for a couple of minutes before he dropped his board and walked over to them. Almost as fast as lightning, he grabbed Pi and Sputz by the shirt collar and pinned Animal to the ground by placing one foot on his head. The laughing immediately stopped as they struggled to escape from Lars' grasp, but to no avail.

"I'm sorry. I seem to be under the impression that something is funny." Lars started. He pulled Pi and Sputz right to his face and pushed harder on Animal's skull. "Well? Let me in on the joke!.!.!"

The redhead and rounder brunet gulped under the stronger boy's intense glare, which was magnified by his glasses. They both tried to talk, but they were simply too shaken up to reply. Animal's screaming voice was muffled by the concrete. He was clearly trying to get out of the hold Lars had on him, but the leader wasn't about to let go. He growled at the two in his hands as his eyes burned flames into their minds.

"I'm waiting."

"N-n-n-n-nothing is f-f-f-funny!" Pi blurted out. Sputz choked out a string of frightful mumbles before making the same response.

"Hmph! Yeah, that's what I thought." Lars huffed as he released his subordinates. He kicked up his board and walked onto the street as the others gasped for air and rubbed their necks. He stepped on his board as he turned to them. "Let's go ya bunch of lame-os! I'm in the mood to shred!"

He kicked off and rolled down the hill without waiting for the others to recover.

And so began a series of unfortunate events for the bespectacled bully. At Mad Town, it was one horrifying crash after another. Due to him only just starting wearing his glasses, it was incredibly hard to judge distances. It seemed that not only were his eyes magnified, but so was everything his saw. Therefore, he beefed it many times on the half pipe. He couldn't even perform the simplest of moves without wiping out! Whenever he launched into the air and performed a trick, he always thought the pipe was closer than it really appeared to be so he would get out of the maneuver too soon and crash.

He had similar trouble in the bowls in the park. He would always try for an ollie or a 360, but would instead wind up getting a face plant. Every time he tried to grind any of the rails, he would miscalculate his jump and crash into the rail itself, usually causing the wind to be knocked out of him. The very worst incident that day involved his board flying and knocking out everybody in the immediate area. The result: him and the Lasers getting banned for a week by Conroy.

As they left the park, the teen's subordinates fixed him with a glare. Glaring right back, he dismissed that disaster as being out of practice. Thankfully for him, they bought it and decided to go elsewhere. Lars gulped as a worried expression overtook his normally conniving look. Did he not only look like Sam but also somehow had his skills? Shuddering, he shook his head and caught up to the others.

The next day, the quartet went to the beach for a little surfing. As they traveled across the burning sand to the curling blue, Lars occupied himself by catching ample glimpses of the studs there. Those few minutes were one of the few times that he was thankful for his glasses. Of all the things he missed while he was out those couple of days, he missed the sight of a boy's naked chest the most. He also stared at their fine legs and handsome faces. He sighed forlornly as fantasies played through his mind.

Unfortunately, looking at all those tanned bodies caused him to crash into his crew just as they stopped to admire the great swell. They gave him reproachful looks when they realized exactly why their leader bumped into them. Knowing what they would say, the boy in the glasses shook a fist at them, warning them to keep their mouths shut. Glaring icily and grumbling to each other, they reluctantly obeyed him and paddled out into the surf. Lars followed, ready to cool off his mind and spirit (and something else…).

The thing is, Mother Nature had other plans for him. He got thrashed by the huge waves at least a dozen times. He barely had a chance to get on his board before he was hit again. By the time he was able to finally get on a wave, he was water logged! The few times that he was actually able to surf, the majestic spray of the waves sent droplets into his lenses, obstructing his view. Each time he fought to maintain control, he wondered how Sam was able to deal with this right before he wiped out. Every time he resurfaced, he had to clean his glasses, which left him open to either get hit by more waves or, even worse, get thrown into a spin cycle! Those evil droplets even caused a few collisions between him and his crew. By the end of the day, all four of them had a great deal of concussions and bruises.

On the third day, the quartet decided to have an adventure in the woods. They rode around the trails of Ocean Shores Forest on their dirt bikes. Lars' hand had healed enough for him to get rid of the bandages, so he had no trouble holding the handlebars. Things went smoothly for the most part but soon, disaster stuck. Lars, who was having trouble steering, hit low branches the entire time they were in the forest.

Eventually, they all went down a steep hill. That was when the leader bumped into a root that was sticking out of the ground. The collision caused him to fall forward, taking his bike with him! He picked up all the dirt as he rolled down the hill, creating a huge dust ball! Pi and the others looked and felt their eyes go as wide as saucers. They couldn't react fast enough though. The giant ball crashed into them, causing them to barrel down the hill until they hit a tree at the bottom. They were all covered in dirt as they groaned in a mixture of pain and dizziness. A few seconds later, an object fell from the tree and into Lars' hands. He shook his head and examined it. It looked like half of a piece of fruit, only the exposed part of it had these strange hexagons…

"What the hell is this thing, some kinda pineapple?" He questioned, looking closely at the hexagons. He held it to his ears and shook it to see if it was ripe. An extremely loud buzzing was heard soon after, causing all four of them to look at the "pineapple" strangely.

"Uhhh… Lars, I don't think that's a pineapple…" Pi said, shuddering in fright. Lars glowered at him.

"Oh yeah!.? Then what is it, smart mouth!.?"

A black fog emerged from the "pineapple," causing all of them to pale and babble like idiots.

"A b-b-b-b-b-BEEHIVE!.!.!" Animal shouted.

"RUN FOR IT!.!.!" Lars screamed, dropping the hive and running for his life. The others followed as fast as their legs could carry them. Being much faster though, the yellow and black demons caught up in no time at all and made pincushions out of the Lasers' faces. By the time they got out of the forest, their faces were puffed up to the point that they resembled balloons.

The next day…

It was a close game as the Lasers and the Rockets faced off in the middle of the cul-de-sac! The score was tied at four each. One more point would win the game for either team. The majority of points for the Lasers were scored due to Sam staring at Lars in a mixture of love and curiosity. He had heard from Otto and Twister that the brunet of his dreams had gotten glasses, but they never said they were the exact same kind he wears. Lars actually looked handsome in them, at least from what he could tell from where he was standing. Sam smiled dreamily as he thought about what it'd be like to actually look into his eyes from behind those glasses.

Because of his gawking though, the Lasers were able to score three points against his team. The blond was chewed out by the redheads for that. Luckily, the team got their revenge against the opposition. Now they were tied as Lars got the puck.

'Heh, heh… Now to beat those little twerps.' The brunet thought as he skated down the field.

Things were certainly shaping up today. His glasses didn't mess him up even once. He was thankful for that. His crew seemed to be rather…displeased with him. Actually, that'd be an understatement. They were downright pissed at him! Especially after yesterday's little fiasco. It felt like one more mishap would destroy things for him as the leader.

But nothing was going wrong today. And it was sunset to boot! The day was almost over! All he had to do was score this last goal and his team would win! The win would almost certainly make up for everything that happened these past three days.

The brunet weaved around his brother and soon found himself boxed in by the Rocket siblings. Thinking fast, he passed it backwards to Sputz, who blazed forward. Twister rounded on him so he faked a pass to Pi, which the redhead actually went for. Laughing at his trick, the tallest member of the Lasers slammed his stick into the puck, making it go flying towards Lars, who managed to skate past Otto and Reggie. The brunet caught the plastic disc and closed in on the goal. As he raised his stick to attempt to score, Sam couldn't help but notice how his muscles expanded, causing his broad chest to puff out. He gaped and drooled at the boy, making him miss Lars' shot completely.

"No!.!.!" Otto protested.

"Squid!.!.!" Twister yelled.

"Aw man…" Reggie groaned.

"Huh?.?.?" Sam shook his head and looked between his legs, where the puck had landed after bouncing against the goal's net.

"Yes!.!.! We won!.!.!" Lars cheered, raising his stick in victory. He turned towards his teammates who were already celebrating.

Unfortunately, as he rolled towards his teammates to slap their sticks in triumph, he didn't see the pothole in the street. Being the observant boy he is, Sam called out a warning to his crush. Being the evil bully he is, Lars told him to shut up. That was when he hit the pothole, causing him to stumble forward. The Lasers looked in alarm as their boss careened towards them until…

°CRASH!.!.!°

The Rocket crew rolled with laughter as the bullies rolled into their own goal net. That is, except for Sam. His expression was full of concern for Lars. He actually glared at his friends for being so insensitive. They didn't even care about the hot and extremely sexy Lars' safety! Those monsters! He looked on as the Lasers struggled to get untangled. They fell several times, causing the Rocket siblings and Twister to laugh even harder and Sam to glare icily at them. He was about to go over and help Lars out when the quartet finally got themselves separated.

"Alright! That's it!" Pi yelled as he and the other two Lasers stood up. "It was bad enough that you told us you were gay! That we could deal with. But then you had to get those nerdy glasses and keep crashing into us!"

Sputz and Animal voiced similar comments. Lars only glared at them.

"Hey! It's not my vault! My mom forced me to wear these stupid glasses!"

Sam felt hurt at that retort, but watched on.

"You four eyed klutz!" Pi roared. "Stay away from us! Find yourself some new friends to bump into!"

Sputz made a string of babble that ended with "Blindie."

"Yeah!" Animal simply said.

The trio laughed as they began to roll away from the gaping former leader.

"B-b-b-b-b-but I…" He tried as tears began to build up in his eyes. He had lost his crew and what was a bully without his crew?

Already feeling his eyes leaking, he got up and rolled miserably to the bottom steps leading up to his house. He just sat there. He couldn't bring himself to crawl upstairs.

"BUST!.!.!" Otto and Twister shouted holding each other as they laughed even more at the brunet's misfortune. By now, Reggie was out of breath and just watching those two carry on. She idly wondered how long it'd be before they realize they're holding each other and start making out. Sam, however, had his hands on his hips as he glowered at the redheads.

"Come on you guys!" He tried. The couple only laughed louder at that. Seeing Sam glare at them, Reggie decided to go to action.

"C'mon you two!" She started, separating them. "Let's jet over to Mad Town."

"I'm down for that!" Otto said, skating away.

"Hey! Wait for me!" Twister shouted, following him down the hill. Reggie was about to go after them when she turned to Sam.

"You coming, Sammy?"

"You go on ahead, Reg." The blond replied, looking at the crestfallen Lars. "I got something to do first."

Reggie blinked and looked at the brunet as well. She then turned to Sam with a concerned expression.

"You sure you wanna do this? I mean what if he—"

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. Go on and catch up to Otto and Twist. You never know what trouble those two could get into by themselves."

Reggie chuckled as she turned to leave. "Alright. Just be careful, Sammy."

With that, she skated down the hill, leaving only the blond and brunet by themselves. With a deep breath and a deep desire to comfort him, Sam skated towards the boy of his dreams.