"I can't believe I'm this nervous..."

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Sam was clearly stressed about the new kid. He paced back and forth around his room. His mom moved another bed into his cramped room, filled with his gadgets and gizmos. Sam went to his inhaler and took a puff. His asthma was quick to give him bothers. Once he heard the front door open, he was quick to put on his glasses and try to tidy up his room a little more. Then his door opens.

Jorge enters the room in his blue shorts and brown T-shirt. He clearly looks flustered by the whole move, and has a very surprised look as he enters the room.

"Woah, man. This room is pretty cool."

Jorge had a fascination with all the stuff Sam owned.

"Thanks. I've been collecting and tinkering a while with a lot of it. I'm Sam, by the way."

"Jorge. Nice to meet you dude. So I'm chilling in here with you?"

Sam looked worried for a second at Jorge's question.

"Yeah. Is that okay?"

Jorge chuckled.

"Hell yeah man. This should be fun."

Jorge plops his stuff next to his bed and lies down. He soon looks over at Sam.

"So dude. Tell me about yourself. What's the story behind "Sam"?"

Sam seemed very surprised Jorge wanted to even know about him.

"Well...I'm kind of a computer fanatic. I love doing things on the computer. I'm pretty good with math and stuff like that. Just like keeping my mind busy."

Jorge looks impressed at Sam's description.

"Cool stuff."

Sam smiled at Jorge's response.

"Thanks. You?"

"I just like being around people. Having a good time. Enjoying it all."

Jorge seems to have a very relaxed persona now. Sam looks relaxed too.

"Oh wow. That's pretty cool. I've got a group of friends I chill with. Wanna meet them tomorrow?"

Jorge looks at Sam with a smirk.

"Sure. Sounds like a plan, dude."

Jorge and Sam soon drifted off to sleep...

Twister is sitting on the couch at his family's house. He's stuck in between his father, Raoul and his brother, Lars.

"Move over kid. I don't have room to move my arms."

Lars was angry. He went as far as pushing Twister towards his father, as he felt more and more uncomfortable. Luckily, the door soon opens. Twister's mom, Sandy, soon enters carrying some bags.

"Here you go, Anna. This is Raoul, my husband. Lars, my older son. And then Maurice, my youngest."

Anna seems very nervous about standing in the room with them.

"Hi, everyone."

Raoul approaches Anna, taking her bags.

"Nice to meet you dear. I'll bring these bags to your room. Dinner will be done in a bit. Maurice can you help Anna with the rest of her stuff."

Twister, who was clearly thinking about something else, soon looked up at his father.

"Umm...sure."

Lars waves at Anna and then walks back into his room. Raoul and Twister both carry her stuff up to the room upstairs. The room is pretty plain, yet has an average bed and a tiny end table. Raoul looks at Anna.

"We'll get it looking better later on, but for now it'll do. I'll leave Twister her to help you unpack."

With that, Raoul leaves the room. Anna looks at Twister.

"Hey. I'm Anna."

Twister, who still has his mind on other manners, looks back at Anna.

"Hey. Call me Twister. Nice to meet you. Where you from?"

Anna and Twister both start unpacking things from her bags, as they continue their conversation.

"I'm from New Jersey. You know, things didn't work out and now I'm out here."

Twister nods as they continue to unpack. After they're done, Twister suddenly speaks up.

"Hey, I've got some friends I want you to meet tomorrow. Would that be cool?"

Anna looked worried.

"Uhh...yeah sure. I have some friends I met yesterday too. I'll have to introduce you to them...but that sounds good."

Twister nods his head. He places the final item on the end table, and then looks over at Anna.

"Cool. All done. Dinner should be done soon. Let's go eat."

Even with Twister's response to go eat, Anna seemed surprised at how quiet he was.

"Sounds good."

After answering him, Anna followed Twister down the stairs to the kitchen...

Otto and Reggie are both sitting on their couch, watching TV. Both seem very impatient of the whole process.

"They're taking forever."

Just as Otto says this, the doors open and his father, Raymundo and his wife, Noelani, enter the room. They are both carrying heavy bags. They set them down in the living room, and lead in the two young kids.

Harmony walks in and looks around inspecting the place, while Rick seems very distracted. His eyes stay glued to the floor, and he continues to grab his face in exhaustion.

"Otto. Reggie. This is Harmony. And this is Rick. Reg, Harmony will be staying in your room. Otto, Rick's got the new bed in your room. We're gonna go cook up some food. Why don't you guys chill in here?"

As Raymundo gave his opening speech, Reggie looked at Rick and Harmony in deep analysis, while Otto just seemed confused with them. Then once Raymundo and Noelani left, Otto jumped back on the couch. Reggie came closer to the two.

"Hey. You guys wanna watch TV or something? I'm sure I can get Otto to move a bit."

Harmony looks at Reggie and smiles. She seemed very relaxed. Harmony responds.

"TV sounds good to me."

Harmony soon took the chair opposite of Reggie's chair. Rick slowly goes over to the couch, and takes the corner of the couch Otto is not occupying. The TV is playing a skateboarding show. After around 2 minutes, Harmony speaks up.

"So, what's the neighborhood like?"

Reggie was surprised someone actually spoke up. She's quick to respond.

"Oh you know. It's pretty chill. Not that bad. We only usually chill with our crew though."

Otto looked at Reggie for second, then back at the TV.

"A crew? What are they like?"

Harmony's question showed her intrigue.

"Just our friends for years now. We'll have to introduce them to you."

Reggie quickly slouches on her chair after answering Harmony. Otto then looks at Harmony.

"Yeah. We'll introduce you guys tomorrow. You'll like them. They're cool."

Harmony nodded at Otto, and they all went back to the TV for a few minutes. After a while, Otto adjusts himself in his seat and looks at the other side of the couch. He then spoke up.

"You're pretty quiet, huh?"

Rick, who had his eyes glued to the TV suddenly looks back at Otto.

"Yeah. You haven't said a word since you got here."

After Reggie's response, her and Otto look at Rick. They both had a look of wonder at him. Rick didn't like the feeling of everyone staring at him. He looks back at the TV to try and calm himself as he finally spoke up.

"I don't know. Just...getting use to this move."

Reggie nods her heads in agreement.

"Must be tough man..."

Rick could tell Reggie's answer was sincere. Rick smirks in appreciation.

"Yeah. It gets to you. So much happening so fast. It'll take some time to get comfortable."

They all nodded in agreement to Rick's statement again. Suddenly, Rick looked at the corner of the room.

"Is that a basketball?"

Rick seemed intrigued with it, which confused everyone else in the room.

"Uhh...yeah. That's a basketball. You play?"

Otto had barely even noticed the basketball in the crowded living room.

"Yeah. It's how I passed the time back home. Cheers me up."

For once, Rick's answer was more cheerful. Rick suddenly had a smile on his face, which surprised everyone in the room.

"Well tomorrow we'll go down to the basketball court near the beach. I'll tell the gang to meet us down there. Sound good?"

Rick smiles at Otto's proposition.

"Yeah. Sounds good."

After Rick's response, they all went back to watching TV. The rest of the night for everyone was relaxed. Not much activity. Most of them were tired from an exhausting day anyway. Moving seemed like the hard part. Now, the new kids have to fit into a whole new world. With all new people. Otto and his gang had to deal with new people living with them. Adjusting to new faces. It was all the start of something very...well...new.