Sam and Jorge are riding their skateboards at a leisurely pace on the boardwalk. It's about six or seven o'clock on a Tuesday night. Sam wanted to get something for his room at one of the shops, and Jorge decided to tag along. As they slowly skate to the shop, Jorge waits staring at the view of the ocean while Sam goes to get his gizmo. Sam slowly walks up to Jorge, who seems completely lost in his own mind. Sam joins Jorge staring at the ocean before speaking up quietly.

"The view still blows me away too..."

Jorge continues to stare at the water as he answers.

"It's crazy. Never had a view like this in Dayton."

The both continued to stare for a minute or so before Sam spoke up again.

"What's Texas like?"

Jorge sarcastically smirks.

"The city itself is boring. Nothing really to do."

Sam nods his head as Jorge continues to speak.

"I mean here, there's always somewhere to go to relax and calm yourself. I love it, but..."

He pauses as he takes a deep sigh and looks down to the ground for a second. Sam looks at him worried as Jorge finally finishes his sentence.

"I wish I could see my family. I feel like I've let them down so much. They tell me not to beat myself up over it...doesn't make it any easier to move on though."

Sam, unable to find the words to answer him, just stared back at the water. Jorge soon collects himself and gets on his skateboard.

"You ready to head back, Sammy?"

Even though most of the group called him Squid, Jorge usually referred to him as "Sammy" just for his own sake. Sam got on his skateboard as they slowly rode back towards his house. As they got close to their house, Jorge spoke up as they were riding.

"I gotta ask you an honest question."

Sam suddenly looks nervously at him.

"Okay...?"

Jorge then focuses back on the sidewalk as he slowly asks the question.

"Do you like Reg?"

Sam, in pure shock over the question, trips his skateboard off and nearly slams his face on the ground. Jorge quickly jumps off his board to grab him and make sure he's okay. As they collect themselves and continue riding, Jorge reassesses his question.

"So..."

Sam quietly gains confidence as they approach the house, and as he goes to open the door, stops and speaks.

"Yeah. I guess I do. Just not...ready to tell her."

Jorge suddenly gets a big smile on his face.

"All good Sammy. In time you will. Was just curious."

Jorge walks alongside Sam as he opens the door and they head inside to relax watching TV on the couch...

Around 10 pm on the same Tuesday night at the Rodriguez residence, Twister walks through the living room, heading upstairs. He sees the television screening a movie, as Anna and Lars are watching the movie on the same couch. Twister's parents are already in their room sleeping. Other than the movie playing, the room is silent. After standing there for a few seconds, Twister breaks the quiet.

"Is this one of those "gooey" love movies?"

Anna and Lars turn to look at Twister behind them in surprise. They look back at each other, then back at him before Anna finally answers him.

"Yeah..."

Twister nods his head, as he starts to head up the stairs.

"Night guys."

Anna once again is the only one to answer him.

"Night Twist."

Twister nervously walks up the stairs until he gets out of the sight of the two watching the movie, quickly deciding to peek at their actions downstairs. After a few minutes, just as Twister starts to fall asleep on the edge of the steps, he notices something he's not prepared for. Lars puts his arm around Anna as she starts to snuggle up on his shoulder. Twister, in pure shock, quickly scampers to his room and shuts the door. He shakes his head vigorously as he jumps in his bed, and stares at the ceiling...

It's near midnight as Reggie wakes up. She's not sure why, but it's become a common occurance for her to wake up in the middle of the night. She tosses and turns in the bed for a few minutes, to no success in getting back to sleep. She looks to Harmony, sound asleep, as she tip-toes out of the room with her matted hair and pajamas to get a something to eat downstairs. Her steps are slow and careful as she moves down the staircase to the first floor, and even after a few misteps that cause minor noise she successful reaches the kitchen. As she drinks a water, she notices there is a small light from the near-pitch black outside. She sees someone in a blanket sitting on the outside table, with a light gleaming from their feet. She slowly goes to the screen door and takes a minute before opening. As she opens, she sees the face turn to her. In his bright orange pajamas and the flashlight at his feet, Rick takes a sigh of relief as he sees it's Reggie standing behind him.

"You scared me Reg."

Reg smiles as she responds.

"Sorry. What in the world are you doing awake?"

Rick shrugs his shoulders.

"Can't sleep. Barely ever can. You?"

"Me either."

As she speaks, she joins Rick on the table, as they look over the town. With some of the lights still on in the houses across town, the view is different than anything Reggie had seen before. After a few minutes of staring, Reggie finally speaks up.

"Can I ask you about something?"

"Yeah Reg. What's up?"

Reggie turns to face Rick as she speaks.

"Promise not to be mad at me."

Rick's voice turns to one of concern.

"What ya mean?"

Reggie takes some time before speaking again, clearly thinking through how to voice what she was going to say.

"Well...I went into your room to get Otto's drink at the cookout...and...I found your wallet. And I guess...I looked in it."

Rick's eyebrows quickly raise as he quietly murmers.

"Oh..."

"Yeah. And I found a letter you wrote."

Rick rests his face in between his hands in a praying shape. The clear shock on his face is tough to see due to the dim light from the flashlight, but it is clear to Reggie how he feels.

"Who is J?"

Rick stays quiet for a few minutes. Trying to control the emotions going through his head. Reggie, realizing what she said has put him in this phase, tries to mend the situation.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset..."

"It's okay Reg. It's just...there's a lot I'm going through. Just got out of a very..."tough" relationship"

Reggie notices the empasis Rick put on the word "tough", and is intrigued by the whole situation.

"What was she like?"

Rick looks at her quickly, then at the sky, thinking deeply before he speaks.

"They were everything to me. More than I can describe. More than words can describe."

The silence that followed that statement seemed to last for hours, even though it was only a few minutes. As Reggie patiently waits for Rick to speak, he continues to fidget his fingers and hold back what emotion he had tried to control when he went outside in the first place. Finally, he spoke again.

"It is what it is, I guess. I'll be fine. It's just...tough."

Reggie nods

"I understand. If you need anything, you know I'm here."

Rick looks back up at Reggie and smiles.

"Thanks."

"I'm gonna go back to bed. Try not to wake anyone up getting back to your room."

They both laugh before Rick responds.

"I've gotten pretty good at sneaking out at night like this. I'll be okay."

Reggie gives Rick a hug and walks to the door.

"Night Rick."

"Night Reg."

Reggie enters the house and heads up to her room, as Rick continues to watch the scenery. As he looks on, he pulls out the note in his pocket and stares at it again for a good few minutes. He takes a few deep sighs before he speaks to himself.

"If only she knew..."

As Rick looks back up in the sky one last time, he puts the note back in his wallet. He looks into his wallet at something specific. He smiles for a quick second as tears start to fall. When he notices, he puts his wallet away, and picks up the flashlight, and walks inside. Everyone in the group had their secrets, most weren't too excited to share theirs. Even with how close the group had become, some things are better left to the beholder. And while Rick and Sam were the only two whose secrets became public to others in the group, they would not be the only ones who would deal with this problem. It would be one that every single one of them would have to deal with eventually. The emotions of the group seemed like much more than the Rocket Gang were used to and way more than any one of the new kids ever wanted to deal with. It was not an easy time for any of them, yet they just had to keep fighting through, even if they weren't sure what they were about to face in the near future...