Two Extra Eyes
Epilogue
Restoring Happiness
The next day, Otto and Twister decided that since there was no way Sam and Lars would want to be separated, the brunet should tag along with them. Actually, their real reason was so that they could keep their hands off each other for longer than five minutes. Needless to say, Lars cursed them both out while Sam's face turned beet red. The redheads simply rolled with laughter while Reggie simply rolled her eyes. She yelled at them to come on and sped off to town on her bike. The others followed suit.
In town, they stopped at the first supermarket they could find and walked inside (after securing their bikes of course). Reggie led them through the place as she picked out bread, cold cuts, drinks, and assorted snacks. The whole time, Otto and Twister were playing around on their shopping cart. They were trying to pull off extreme tricks while racing down the aisles. They nearly avoided crashing a few times during their trip. They actually managed to pull off a sweet ollie before Reggie yanked them out of the cart and chewed them out big time for their stupidity. As soon as she turned her back however, they were flirting as usual. Sam watched them dismally as he and Lars walked alongside the girl.
Once they finished shopping and placed everything into small paper bags for each of them to carry in their backpacks, the quintet rode off to the forest. Once they arrived, they spent a good few hours riding around the many dirt paths. They weaved around rocks, low branches, logs, and even some of the animals living nearby. Most of the time, they were able to get big air by rolling off makeshift ramps created by the features of the woods. While in the air, Otto, Twister, and Reggie were able to perform a multitude of tricks; bar spins, seat grabs, and even a couple of flips, all before landing. Sam and Lars, who was still getting used to riding with his glasses on, did simple kickouts and bar spins whenever they were able to get airborne.
They were soon spent of their energy so they rode to a clearing on the outskirts of town. Once they found a good spot to settle, Reggie laid down a large blanket. The boys weighed it down with their shoes. They then sat down and proceeded to eat their lunch. During the meal, Otto and Twister were feeding each other their sandwiches and chips. They were also cuddling up close to each other. Once the main course was over, the one in the sunglasses got the cameraman to lay his head on his lap so that he could feed him grapes. The blond watched them jealously. He wanted the brunet to do that for him so badly. But unfortunately, while they were in the outskirts of town, they were also in the park, so many families were around. He turned to Lars, who was looking at the other boys with envy. It was clear he wanted to do the same thing as well. The couple sighed and went back to eating their food.
The next day, the town got a break from the heat wave they've been suffering, so the Rocket crew decided to enjoy the decent weather by roller blading all over town. They raced down some hills and did tricks on the many benches, rails, wooden planks, etc that were littered about. They grinded, spun through the air, and even skated along the walls occasionally. Lars felt a whole lot more confident on his blades, so he managed to keep up with Otto and Twister. He even challenged his rival to imitate his best moves, which the redhead was able to do flawlessly.
During the ride, Sam sometimes wiped out while trying to do a trick. Whenever that happened, the brunet immediately came to his aide and helped him up. He would dust the boy off and check for any injuries. It was almost like he was a mother concerned about the safety and well being of her child. Of course, Otto would tease them, but the couple could care less. All that matter to Lars was that the blond was safe while Sam was grinning too much to care. The boy showing concern for him in public almost made him forget about yesterday.
At the end of the day, everyone stopped at the pizzeria to regain their strength for the trip home. Once they made their orders, they sat outside in one of the round tables they had there. Like yesterday, Otto and Twister were being chummy. They were whispering in each other's ears and laughing every so often. They were also holding each other close. Occasionally, they stole a kiss or two. Things got even worse when the pizza arrived. The redheads fed each other their slices and even played kissing games with the cheese. They even reenacted a scene from a certain movie when they took the crust from their pizzas and ate both sides until their lips met. They were giggling the whole time.
Sam gave them a depressed stare. They weren't afraid to show their love for each other in public, so why was Lars? What could anybody possibly do to him if they caught him and the blond kissing? He could just bash them all the way to next week if he so chose. So why all the secrecy? Why not come out and show his boyfriend the affection he deserved? He would've gladly returned the brunet's feelings. Instead, he was eating his pizza. Sam sighed and sipped his soda.
Lars glanced his way and looked downward. He knew what was bothering his lover. He wanted him to treat him the same way the redheads treated each other, or at the very least, acknowledged his presence. His eyes grew watery at this. He sorely wanted to grant the other boy's wish, but he just couldn't. Losing his crew at the expense of his glasses was one thing, but losing the fear he instilled in the citizens of Ocean Shores because of who he chose to love was quite another. He couldn't deal with the ridicule. Then he thought back to the day he confessed to Sam. If the Lopez Brothers didn't recognize him, what were the chances anybody else in town would? Then again, the siblings were crazy.
Shrugging, he decided he had to do something to show he cared for Sam. So he reached under the table, took the blond's hand in his, and squeezed. Surprised, Sam turned to him. Lars smiled warmly and mouthed, "I love you." Blushing and turning away, the younger boy looked up and mouthed back, "I love you too." Noticing the scene, Otto and Twisted gagged at them. This caused Reggie to elbow her brother, who was sitting next to her. She then glared at him and told him to knock it off. She then fixed the other couple with a look of pity. She hoped that they would work things out soon.
On the third day, it was sweltering again, so the quintet decided to take shelter in the Ortega theater. They decided to watch a double feature consisting of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and March of the Penguins. After buying the snacks, they were sitting in one of the screening rooms (in the middle row, mind you). The chilly air conditioning cooled them off considerably, and the fact that both movies were taking place in snowy/icy places only cooled them further.
Since they were in a dark area, Lars decided to take advantage by putting his arm around Sam. The blond grinned toothily at the act. At long last, the older teen was showing him affection. Sam happily leaned into the other boy and laid his arm on his chest while keeping his eyes on the screen. While the movie was playing, Lars shared his popcorn and soda with him. The shorter boy gladly accepted the treats. He sighed in bliss. This was what he truly wanted.
Things were going great for the couple. That is, until the second movie started. Almost all through the documentary, Otto and Twister, who were sitting next to Lars, were vigorously making out. The smacking of their lips and the light moans they made echoed all over the room. The other people nearby turned to them and shushed them. As soon as they turned, Lars, blushing madly in embarrassment, pushed Sam away. The blond gaped at him in utter disbelief before spending the rest of the movie sulking. Reggie looked at the two and slapped her head. She was going have to do something to fix this.
On the fourth day, the temperature dropped again, so it was again possible to go out and have fun. It's been well past a week since Lars was banned from Mad Town, so the quintet agreed to meet there. Sam arrived at the pier first. He was looking downtrodden as he rolled towards the park entrance on his skateboard. When he got down the ramp, he sat on the ground near the beach and sighed sadly. It was clear he was thinking about everything that happened between him and Lars. He sniffled as tears came to his eyes. He desperately wanted his boyfriend to pay attention to him and feed him food, whisper sweet nothings in his ear, and kiss him in public without caring what those around them would say. But alas, the brunet was too afraid to show his affection for the boy. Tears finally fell onto the sand as he sniffled in pain.
Soon, Reggie arrived, also on her board. As soon as she got to the skate park's entrance, she noticed Sam crying. Gasping, she hopped off her board and ran over to him. She then kneeled beside him.
"Sammy, what's wrong?.?.?" She asked, placing an arm on his shoulder. Sam took one look at her and hugged her tightly, causing the tears to come full blast.
"I-I-I can't do this anymore!" He cried. "I don't want to keep this a secret!"
Reggie frowned deeply. "C'mon Sammy. It'll be ok…"
"No, it won't! I want to be able to show my love for Lars no matter where I am! But he can't even show me the tiniest bit of affection!"
The blond cried into her shoulder. Reggie consoled him and tried to think of a solution to this problem. There had to be something she could do. But what? Her eyes soon brightened as an idea popped into her mind. The only to get Lars to show his love for Sam would be for the blond to be in danger! But how was she going to accomplish that? She smiled as a certain name came to her. She just had to find the teen first. She held Sam in arm's length.
"Don't worry Sammy, I'll take care of everything!"
Sam rubbed his puffy eyes. "Y-y-you will…? How?"
"Just stay right here. I'm going to…have a little chat with Lars." She quickly lied as she stood up. "Be right back!" She grabbed her board and ran up the ramp. Sam sniffled as he watched her movements. When she was out of sight, he stared out at the ocean, hoping that the brunet will come to his senses.
Meanwhile, Reggie looked around herself for even the slimmest glimpse of the only person she knew that wouldn't hesitate to put her best friend in a life threatening situation. She couldn't find him however. She was about to leave and actually try to talk to Lars when she heard a loud, crazed laughter. She snapped her head towards the Shack and ran inside. There, she saw the Lopez Brothers enjoying a relatively peaceful lunch. Little Iggy was making childish jokes and laughing up a storm while Izzy, who was mildly bored and looked like he was going to strangle the boy, watched and sipped his soda. Their skating gear was sitting nearby. Reggie sighed with relief. She didn't think it'd be so easy to find them. She walked over to the brunets' table. Iggy was about to tell another joke when the girl arrived. Both boys stopped and turned to her.
"Reggie-Poo! Hi!.!.!" The younger of the two exclaimed. He leapt from his seat and hugged her tightly.
"Hey Iggy. Long time no see." Reggie smiled at him, causing him to blush furiously.
"Y-y-yeah… I-I-It's been a l-l-long time…" He stuttered.
Slapping his forehead in embarrassment, Izzy reached over, grabbed the back of his brother's shirt collar, and yanked him off the girl. He slammed the boy into his seat before returning to his own.
"So, to what do we owe this unexpected visit?" He asked politely.
"I have a big favor to ask you." Reggie replied. Izzy raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
"A favor?"
"A big favor." Iggy pointed out. His brother glared at him before facing Reggie again.
"What is it?" He asked in an interested tone. What could the girl possibly want from him? The female took a deep breath as she prepared to answer.
"I need you to challenge Sam to something!"
Both brothers gave her a weirded out look. They both gaped at her in disbelief. She actually wanted the evil brunet to challenge the bespectacled blond? Izzy cleared his throat.
"I'm sorry; I don't think I heard you right. What'd you just say?"
"I need you to challenge Sam." Reggie repeated.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. Any particular reason you want me to challenge Blondie?"
"Erm…" The girl tried to think of something. "Well, he's been really bored lately and I think the best way to get him excited again is for you and him to face off?" She chuckled nervously. Izzy gave her a hard look.
"I don't believe you." He said, looking away.
Reggie gulped. If he won't challenge Sam, Lars won't come and rescue the blond and her plan would be ruined. She was about to say something when the elder Lopez turned to her with a mischievous smirk.
"However, regardless of whatever reason you came to me, I will go to that fool." Reggie grinned at this. "But, I'm not going to challenge him, oh no. I'm going to get revenge for what he did to me. Him and that four eyed idiot in the gray hat."
The Rocket gave him a strange look. Iggy sighed boredly and turned to her.
"Sammy-Sam got him all dirty the other day and that other guy beat him up when he tried to hurt Sammy-Sam."
She turned to him with that same look on her face. They didn't know Lars was the one defending Sam?
"Hmph!" Izzy got up and grabbed his gear. He shoved his purple helmet over his hat and buckled it. "Let's go, Iggy! I'm gonna teach them a lesson they won't soon forget." He stomped out of the restaurant as Iggy turned to Reggie.
"Could you do me a favor, Reggie-Poo?" He asked, jumping out of his chair.
"Sure. What?" She asked, looking down at him.
"Call an ambulance."
As he picked up his gear and followed his brother, Reggie sighed and shook her head.
'Well, phase one complete. I just hope Lars gets down here before Izzy does something to Sammy.'
Meanwhile, Sam had long since calmed down since his little outburst. Sighing, he wiped his eyes and stood up. He was about to go into Mad Town when…
"Hold it right there!"
"Huh…?" Sam looked towards the top of the ramp and groaned when he saw his rival standing there.
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Lars sighed. He's been depressed all day. He saw how upset Sam got at the movies yesterday. He never wanted to hurt Sam in anyway, but it seemed that he did. The moment he pushed him away, he felt an emptiness in his heart. He was sure Sam felt it too. It was almost like he betrayed the blond in that moment. He looked at the floor in agony. He truly wanted to make his relationship with Sam public. He wanted the whole world to know that the younger boy was taken and he wasn't going to give him up for anything.
But what could he possibly do? If he revealed their relationship in public, the whole town would hate and despise them. He may be more than capable of beating someone to a bloody pulp if they so much as looked at him the wrong way, but after facing such disrespect because of his glasses, how would the world take him being gay? He truly didn't want to know. And that was where the problem lied. Sam was bummed because he wasn't able to brag about their relationship and Lars couldn't because of the ridicule he'd face.
He sighed miserably as he sat there on the edge of his bed.
"C'mon Twist! We're late!" Otto shouted, haphazardly putting on his shorts as he ran past the brunet's open door.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Twister yelled back, putting on his shirts in the same matter. He passed Lars' door when he stopped and looked inside. "Come on Lars, we're ready to go."
"Huh?" Lars looked up with clouded eyes. "Oh right…" The redhead blinked and gave him a look of concern.
"Are you ok, man?"
The older brother looked down again. "Not really…"
Twister walked inside and sat next to him. "Is it because of Squid?" He took Lars' silence for a yes. "What's the big deal? Why can't you just be public about your relationship?"
The brunet clenched a fist. "You know damn well why." He growled out.
"Dude, people would be crazy to mess with you! Ya know that, right?"
Lars nodded. "But…"
"The glasses?" Twister guessed. The other boy nodded. "C'mon. They're no big deal."
The brunet looked at him disbelievingly.
"Ok, maybe they are a big deal. But they don't mean anything. You're Lars! You can beat up guys twice your size with no trouble at all! Nobody's gonna mess with ya because you're gay and definitely not because of your glasses!"
Lars still looked unconvinced. Twister sighed as the hallway phone rang. Otto answered it a few seconds later.
"Look, you know how me and Ottoman went to the top of the TV station and announced our relationship last year?"
Lars nodded. "Yeah, and the next day, nothing happened."
"Well, not really. All those girls and those crazy brothers spent the next day chasing us and some people were giving us dirty looks, but that didn't mean anything to me and Otto. I ain't gonna lie to you. Some people are gonna be pissy about it, but so what? You don't have to pay attention to what they got to say! Otto and I never did and we turned out fine!"
"Yeah, but that's because you're both a bunch of—"
For the first time ever, Lars was cut off by his brother's glare.
"You gotta ask yourself what's more important, Sam or what people are gonna say to you."
Lars blinked and glared at him. "What kinda stupid question is that!.?.! I know what's more important to me!"
Now it was Twister's turn to look unconvinced. "Yeah? And what's that?"
"Sammy!.!.!" Lars roared, standing up. "And none of those bastards are gonna do anything about it! I'm gonna be with my man for the rest of my life and if anybody's got something to say, I'll whomp them so bad, their own mothers are gonna feel it!"
The redhead smiled as he too stood up. "Good. Now let's go to Mad Town and when you see Sammy, give him a kiss right there on the spot, got it?"
The brunet returned the smile. "Yeah, I got it. And thanks. I needed that." He embraced his brother with gratitude.
"Yeah. No prob." Twister returned the hug.
"Yo!" Otto ran into the room urgently. "We gotta get down to the pier pronto!" The brothers turned to him.
"Huh?" Lars asked with an eyebrow raised.
"What's the emergency?" Twister added.
"That Izzy kook's gonna whomp the Squid if we don't hurry up!"
"WHAT!.?.!" The brunet bellowed. He grabbed his gear and ran out of there like a bolt of lightning. The others looked at each other and followed.
Back at the pier…
"This time you'll pay, Blondie!" Izzy shouted, walking down the ramp, followed by Iggy. The people nearby ran inside Mad Town for safety but Sam stood his ground.
"This isn't a good time, Izzy!" He returned.
"Ha! Now's the perfect time, Blondie!" The dark haired boy roared as he and his brother reached the bottom. "I'm going to get my vengeance for everything you've done to me over the years. And this time, you don't have your stupid bodyguard to protect you!"
"I'm serious!" The light haired teen clenched his fists. "I'm not feeling up to one of your games!"
Izzy put up his own fists as he dropped his board. "Oh this is no game. I'm through playing games with you! I just want one thing from you!"
Sam glowered at him. "And what's that?"
"Revenge! Once I get my revenge on you and that four eyed fool, I'll be back in my happy zone!"
"Again, you have a happy zone?" Iggy remarked, generating some snickers from the crowd. Izzy turned to him with a cold glare.
"NOT NOW, IGGY!.!.!" He roared, turning back to the blond.
"This time I'm gonna destroy you, Blondie! So you might as well take it like the sniveling coward you are and cry like a little baby!"
"Who are you calling a sniveling coward, you jerk!.?" Sam shot back. Izzy's eyes widened in disbelief before glowering again.
"How dare you, ya shrimp!"
"Weasel!"
"Dork!"
"Geek!"
"Nerd!"
"Idiot!"
"Numbskull!"
This went on for a good ten minutes before Lars arrived on the scene, Otto and Twister straggling behind. By the time he reached the ramp, the adversaries were panting and struggling to come up with a stinging insult.
"°Huff° Shoobie…" Sam breathed.
"°Puff° Kook…" Izzy hissed. He then blinked and stomped the ground. "What the hell am I doing!.?.!"
"Getting distracted again, if I didn't know better." Iggy answered. He was lounging in one of the chairs found near the rental shop while sipping a milkshake Tito brought him.
"And you don't, ya twerp!" The older brother shouted, turning to Sam again. "That does it! You're history!"
With that, he charged head on towards the blond, who prepared himself for battle by getting into a defensive pose. Lars gasped as the evil boy drew closer and closer.
"STOP!.!.!" He roared. Izzy skidded to a stop just mere inches from Sam.
"Huh?" The blond asked, looked up.
"Oh what now?" The dark brunet grumbled, looking up as well.
Lars ran down the ramp and stood between his love and Izzy. The brunet in the white helmet stared down the one in the purple helmet. Staring back just as hard, the elder Lopez backed away a couple of feet.
"I won't let you hurt him." Lars simply said.
"Lars, you came…" Sam said with relief. Lars turned to him with a smile.
"Of course I did, Sammy. I'd never let you get hurt, especially not by someone like him."
The blond smiled gratefully at him. "Thank you Lars…"
"Oh for the love of—" Izzy shouted, drawing back a fist. "Yah!.!.!"
°POW!.!.!°
The crowd, Iggy, and Sam gasped in complete horror as Izzy's fist collided with Lars' left cheek, knocking his glasses far from him. They landed right by the movie theater's entrance. The brunet in the vest snickered evilly as he withdrew his fist.
"That's what you get for interfering. Now step aside unless you wanna taste any more of my wrath!"
That was when the older boy faced him with a look of pure unadulterated rage. It was a lot more fearsome than any kind of expression Izzy could manage. Lars' eyes were blood red and transfixed in a glare colder than a glacier. His frown was so deep, it was simply inhuman. Izzy and Iggy felt their very skin go white at the presence of the former bully.
"L-L-L-LARS!.?.!" The former exclaimed in shock.
"Y-Y-Y-You just p-p-p-punched LARS!.!.!" The latter screamed, hiding behind his seat.
Izzy shuddered in total fright. He just made the absolute worst mistake of his life! Nobody, but nobody strikes Lars and lives to tell the tale! Everybody in Ocean Shores knew that! Babies knew this from the very first day they were born! It was practically a law punishable by death, and he just broke it!.!.!
'I'm dead…' The frightened boy thought. 'He's gonna kill me…' He was about to beg for mercy when he noticed one important detail.
Lars wasn't facing him! He was facing Mad Town's entrance, trying to find the teen. Blinking, Izzy looked at the spectacles lying near the theater. He put two and two together and smirked evilly.
'He can't see without those glasses… This is perfect.'
"Now I know why you looked familiar." He said, walking around the disabled boy. "You're really Lars!.!.!"
He punched the former bully hard in the right cheek. He jumped away when Lars went for a couple of swings. Izzy snickered and continued his gloating.
"So you lost your eyesight." He whispered in the older boy's left ear. He ducked when Lars tried to punch him. He immediately retaliated with a sweep kick, tripping the teen. Lars quickly got up and tried to find Izzy, but he was already moving around again, chuckling teasingly.
"How does it feel to be defenseless?" He asked before moving closer. "To know that you can't even fight back, just like your victims!"
He kicked the taller brunet in the stomach, causing all the air to be knocked out of him. Lars kneeled, clutching his stomach in pain.
"When I find you Lopez, you'll…"
"I'll what? You can't even see two feet in front of your face!" Izzy retorted. He was standing a couple of feet to the other's right. "You're no longer in any position to threaten me!"
He ran up to him and sucker punched him right where he struck him before. Lars held his bleeding cheek and glowered all around, trying to catch the teen.
"Izzy! Stop this!" Sam tried. "It's me you want!"
"Wrong Blondie!" Izzy barked. "I want both of you! But don't worry. Once I'm through with this meddler, I'm coming right for you!" He turned to Lars again and prepared to attack again. Sam glared at his rival and clenched a fist.
"Not if I come for you first!" He shouted.
He ran forward with his fist held back. Izzy was about to kick Lars again when he looked up and noticed the blond coming towards him at top speed! Before he could do anything to defend himself, Sam rammed into him, throwing him back a few feet. The crowd gasped as Izzy bounced on his back before skidding against the pavement.
"They don't call me 'the Mid-West Express' for nothing!" Sam declared to his rival. Izzy staggered to his feet and looked at him in disbelief, as did Iggy.
"He actually hit big brother…" The little boy whispered.
"I can't believe you actually hit me…" Izzy shuddered in anger. "You actually hit me!.!.!" Sam didn't pay any attention though as he helped Lars up.
"Lars, are you alright…?" He asked. The brunet looked up and turned to him.
"Ugh… Yeah… I—"
It was at that moment that something most unexpected happened. The blurry image in front of him suddenly came back into focus. He saw his boyfriend's face clear and sharply. He reached up and felt his love's features. He felt the blond's smooth and warm skin. He was actually able to see. But how? He wasn't wearing his glasses at all! Unless…
"I-I-I can see again…" He whispered. Sam blinked at him.
"Lars…?" He asked, slowly smiling. "What'd you just say…?"
The brunet grinned. "Sammy! I can see! I can really see again! Nothing's blurry at all!.!.! Everything's coming in clear!.!.!"
"NO WAY!.!.! LARS, THAT'S FANTASTIC!.!.!"
"Damn straight! Now give me a hug, babe!.!.!"
They both embraced each other tightly. They both cried into each other's shoulders in pure jubilation. Lars finally recovered his eyesight!.!.!
A few feet away, Izzy watched the scene in a mixture of horror, disbelief, and resignation. He slowly turned to his brother.
"Iggy… Did I just hear what I thought I heard…?"
"Y-y-yeah… Lars can see…"
"Crap…" Izzy gulped. "I'm so dead…"
That was when his brain asked an important question. Fight or Flight? His response: FLIGHT!.!.! He turned to run when…
"FREEZE!.!.!"
Sweating in fear, the brunet turned and faced Sam and Lars, who delivered that order. They both glared hard and gave him a "come here" gesture with their hands. Sweat fell down his face in sheets as he held up his hands.
"N-n-now boys, we don't have to complicate things any further do we…?" He chuckled nervously. "We don't have to get all messy, right…?"
"Oh on the contrary, we don't mind getting messy, do we Lars?" Sam addressed his boyfriend with a smirk.
"Nope, not at all, Sammy." Lars answered, cracking his knuckles. "In fact, I just love getting messy."
"Heh, heh, heh… Well, ya see, that's the thing…" Izzy started. "I DON'T!.!.! RUN FOR IT IGGY!.!.!"
He turned and tried to run, but to his grave misfortune, Otto, Twister, Reggie, Ray, Noelani, and Tito were blocking his only way of escape. Their arms were crossed and they fixed him with a stern glower.
"Why!.?.!" He panicked.
"You started this." Reggie started.
"So finish it!" Otto added.
"YEAH!.!.!" The crowd roared.
Izzy frightfully turned towards the duo, which looked ready to tear him limb from limb. The boy shook in utter fear when something snapped inside him. It felt like he just got a sudden surge of adrenaline. He glowered at them and clenched his fists.
'It can't be that hard to take 'em on.' He told himself. 'All I gotta do is strike hard and fast. Yeah! They'll never know what hit 'em. Here goes nothing!.!.!'
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!.!.!" He screamed, dashing head on towards them. He increased his speed as he got closer and closer to the boys. They stood ready to defend themselves against his attack.
The feet closed in until the brunet rammed right into Lars and pushed him back a couple of feet…only to be pushed back by a rapid succession of punches! Izzy screamed in pain as the older teen's fists pounded into every open area of his body. Lars was totally relentless in his attack. He kept punishing the dark haired boy long after he stopped screaming from lost of breath. He finally stopped after a good five minutes of straight punching. Amazingly, the elder Lopez Brother was still standing. He was wobbling weakly, desperately trying to get air into his battered lungs.
However, Lars wasn't done yet.
He drew both fists back and charged forward. Before the weakened teen could do anything, the former bully pounded both fists right into his eye sockets, drawing blood as well as throwing him backwards. Izzy's butt bounced off the pavement followed by his head before finally landing face first on the street. He groaned in agony as he struggled to raise his head. He attempted to glare at them, but not only was everything red from the blood, his sight was getting blurry too.
"C-c-curse you…" He hissed before finally collapsing.
"Izzy!" Iggy shouted, running over to him. He knelt down and shook him to wake him up, but he never moved. Paramedics that arrived only moments earlier picked up the unconscious boy, put him in a stretcher, and wheeled him into an ambulance. Iggy climbed inside and sat by his brother before it drove off.
"And don't ever mess with my boyfriend again!.!.!" Lars yelled after the vehicle. Sam gasped in surprise.
"L-L-Lars…? Y-y-you just…"
"Yeah, I know." He said, turning to the blond. "Please forgive me Sammy. I was a complete idiot. I shoulda thought about your feelings before I opened my big mouth. I—"
He was cut off when Sam put a hand over his lips.
"Just shut up and kiss me."
He removed his hand and claimed Lars' lips. They embraced and deepened the kiss as the crowd roared. A good couple of minutes passed before they broke away for air. They grinned at each other.
"Sammy, I wanna let everybody know we love each other."
"Yeah?"
Lars nodded. "Truly and deeply."
"Great." Sam gave him a look of concern. "But we better get your wounds bandaged up…"
"You kidding me!.?.! To hell with my cuts! We gotta plan how we're gonna get up on the TV station's roof tonight!" The brunet took his hand. "Let's go!.!.!"
"Woah!.!.!"
With that, the happy couple ran up to the Shack to plan with Otto and Twister.
THE END
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Post Story Conversation
The scene opened in the studio. The crowd was cheering and clapping as I stood in the middle of the stage, shaking in happiness.
"Yes! Yes!.!.! YES!.!.!" I cheered, jumping around for joy. "The story's finally completed! I feel so happy, I could just dance!.!.! In fact…" I faced offstage. "Music, please!"
The lights dimmed as a huge disco ball lowered itself from the ceiling. The classic song, "Staying Alive" started to play, but quickly stopped as screaming was heard outside.
"No! You can't!.!.!" Iggy's voice was heard.
"Iggy!.!.!" Izzy's voice roared. "If you don't let me see them, I'm gonna—"
"NO!.!.! YOU CAN'T SEE THEM!.!.!" The younger brother panicked.
"What in the world is going on?" I said, turning towards the stage doors. They were soon kicked open by an extremely ticked off Izzy and a frightened to death Iggy. The crowd and I gasped at the sight of the elder Lopez Brother. He was wearing… Wearing…
"BOSS!.!.!"
"You bellowed?" I said, smirking at him.
"Yeah!" He shouted, picking up Iggy by the collar. "This idiot won't let me see the glasses I was forced to wear after that idiot Lars punched out my eyes!.!.!"
"So whaddya want me to do?"
Izzy tossed Iggy behind him. The poor boy screamed as he careened through the air until he crashed into the band. I cringed at the mess caused by the collision.
"Eeesh… It ain't gonna be easy to replace those instruments…"
"Ahem!" The evil one cleared his throat. I turned to him.
"So what am I supposed to do?"
Izzy crossed his arms. "Well for starters, I'd like a mirror so that I can see what I'm wearing on my face. I mean Iggy made me choose these, but I don't even know what they look like!"
I shrugged. "As you wish. One mirror coming right up."
"WHAT!.?.!" Iggy gasped, looking up from the jumble of bodies and musical equipment. "NO DADDY!.!.! DON'T DO IT!.!.!"
Too late. I snapped my fingers, causing a life sized vanity mirror to appear in front of Izzy.
"Thank you. Now let's see—" He gasped in horror. He gaped in pure disbelief as he pointed at his reflection with wide eyes. He couldn't believe what he was wearing. He was looking at his worst nightmare!
He was wearing Sam's GLASSES!.!.!
"I-I-I… Oooooooooohhhhhhhhh!.!.!" Izzy glared at his reflection as he pulled out his mallet. He then proceeded to bash the mirror to a million pieces, sending shards of glass everywhere. When he was done, he was trembling rapidly and breathing hard, trying his hardest to calm down. Unfortunately, when you've known nothing but rage and anger all your existence, calm is the last thing you can be, especially when confronted with something like this.
"Tsk, tsk… What a shame." I said, shaking my head. "That's seven and a half years bad luck."
Izzy immediately stopped shuddering and turned towards me, raising his mallet.
"Hey, you're the one who wanted to see." I pointed out. "Ya shoulda heeded Iggy's warning."
"Oh no ya don't!" He roared. "You're gonna get it this time Boss! And nothing's gonna save you!.!.!"
"Uh-huh." I said, blowing my hand and rubbing it against my shirt. "I'm so sure."
"Why you little—!.!.!" He released all of his energy into his mallet and made to strike my head. Luckily, I was faster. I pulled out my own mallet and two battlechips.
"Life Aura and Heat Shot battlechips in! Double download!"
As soon as I inserted the chips, a purple barrier surrounded me just in time to block Izzy's attack. The force of his swing caused him to shake uncontrollably, leaving me plenty of time to aim my mallet, which transformed into a gun of sorts. Before my partner can recover, I shot a heavy stream of fire at him. He screamed in pain as he was engulfed in the flames. A few seconds passed before his body was replaced by the words "Log out."
"Izzy logging out." A male voice announced as Izzy disappeared.
"Whew… That was a close one…" Iggy sighed as he climbed out of the instruments and made his way towards me.
"Yep. Hopefully some time in the hospital will cool his heels." I said with a nod. We then turned to the camera. "Well, we're done here, folks! I'm Prince Izzy!"
"And I'm Iggy!"
"See ya next time!.!.!" We shouted, waving at the camera as the credits rolled.