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Reggie Rocket tilted her head back and closed her eyes, allowing the sun to wash over her face which was moist with sweat from the humid temperatures and two hours of skating. She, Otto, and Twister were having their final summer skate session at Mad Town. She removed her helmet and let her long hair fall down past her shoulders as she took a long sip from her water bottle. She wore a blue tank top and loose fitting tan pants rolled up to her knees. Otto and Twister were still on the half-pipe, but agreed to quit soon, grab a bite at the shack and jump into the Stimpleton's pool for a quick swim. Since Mr. Stimpleton had passed away the year before from a heart attack, his wife Violet had opened the pool to any kids who needed to cool off on a hot summer day.

Reggie watched her brother land a perfect 720, but turned away before he started gloating. Instead, she turned her attention on the people passing by- kids from school, shoobies, and young children. It was then, that she saw him. A boy Reggie had never seen before was shredding his way down the pier on his skateboard. He had a dark auburn fauxhawk and wore no pads for protection. He was dressed in a pair of dark jeans with his t-shirt tucked in the back pocket. His torso glistening with sweat had a defined six-pack and not an ounce of fat. A pair of dark sunglasses completed his outfit. He was a good skater, not as good as Otto, but definitely not an amateur. She felt a strange attraction to him.

"See something you like?" a voice behind her asked. Reggie spun around and found herself face to face with Lars Rodriguez. Lars no longer lived with his family and instead occupied a small apartment above a laundry mat. He managed to graduate from high school and now worked as a mechanic and was rumored to be a drug dealer.

"Have you ever seen that kid before?" she asked

"The one with the weird hair? Yeah, I saw him yesterday."

"What was he doing?" Reggie asked.

"Nothing you would approve of." Lars said grinning. Reggie rolled her eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked. Lars just smiled and shrugged. "Well do you know who he is?"

"No, I'm pretty sure he's the new kid in town. Maybe you guys can recruit him as your new squid." He joked.

"Shut up Lars." Reggie said. She didn't want to think about Sam, she e-mailed him last month and he never answered back.

"So you runts excited for school tomorrow?" Lars asked, breaking Reggie out of her thoughts. Reggie just gave him a dismissive look. "Okay then, attitude. Later." Lars walked off just as Otto and Twister re-joined Reggie.

"What did he want?" Twister sneered. Over the years, Lars had become friendlier to the Rockets, but Twister still held a grudge against him for the years of torment.

"Nothing. Well-"Reggie debated telling them about the mysterious skater she had seen.

"Well what?" Otto asked.

"Nothing. He was just making conversation." Reggie replied.

"Alright. I'm starved lets go get some grub." Otto said as he skated towards the exit. Reggie looked down the pier once more to get another glimpse at the boy, but he was nowhere in sight.

Three days earlier.

Sam was unpacking his things in his new room. Unlike his room in New York, it lacked a fire escape for sneaking out. However, his room had a door that led out to the back of the house, on the beach. The room was also attached to its own bathroom as well. Technically, the room he was in was advertised as a "guest suite" by the realtors, but Paula decided that Sam would be less depressed if had his own space. Sam liked his new room, it looked out onto the beach and was much bigger than his room in New York; but he still preferred his old room.

Sam opened up a box marked "fragile", pulled out his bong and brushed off the Styrofoam peanuts. There was a knock at the door, and Sam quickly stashed the bong under his bed.

"Come in." he called out. The door opened and Paula walked in. After three months of pregnancy, her stomach was starting to bloat out.

"All right in here Sam?" she asked.

"Yeah." Sam said unenthusiastically while looking out the window at the rolling waves.

"Can't wait to get out there, huh?"

"Yeah, but the only problem is, I don't have a surfboard." Sam pointed out.

"Oh that's right." Paula remembered. She put her hand in her pocket and fished out a wad of bills. "Here Sammy." She held out the money to her son.

"Wow, mom-"Sam sad in amazement.

"Yes, well; I know it's a bit shameless of me, trying to but back your love. Kind of like something your father would pull." She said under her breath. "But, I know how sad you were when you couldn't go surfing in New York, so why don't you out and buy a new surfboard. After all, it's not like I'm gonna have to buy you any sweaters before school starts." She smiled.

"Thanks mom." Sam hugged Paula and Stan walked in.

"Here Sam, you're gonna need a car to lug a surf board back home." He said while handing Sam the keys to his car.

"Thanks Stan."

"No problem, but I already counted the pennies in the cup holder so don't even think about touching them." He joked.

Fifteen minutes later, Sam found himself standing in front of Rocket Boards. The shop that was run and own by none other than Ray Rocket. Sam walked in threw the glass doors and saw and familiar aging Hawaiian man behind the counter.

"Hey there brotha, what can I do for you today?" Tito asked. Sam smiled; Tito didn't recognize him at all.

"I need a surfboard." He replied.

"Well you've come to the right place brotha. Now let's see, a slim guy like you…probably would be best with one of our smaller, more lightweight models."

"Actually, Tito…I'd like to go with a long board. You see, I learned to surf on a long board before I moved to the east coast. I'd like to stick with something familiar." Sam explained.

"Well, a long board…would be more fitting for someone who's a bit larger like me- wait a minute…how did you know my name?" Tito asked, eyeing Sam up and down.

"Let's just say, we've met before." Sam smirked.

"I'm usually good about remembering faces, but I can't seem to remember yours, brotha." Tito said, scratching his head. Sam sighed; he was hoping Tito would figure it out on his own.

"Here are a couple hints- you taught me how to surf and you gave me your old long board. You know big blue thing decorated with a Hawaiian flower print?"

"Sammy!!" Tito yelled. He ran to Sam and embraced him in a bone crushing hug. You look so different! I didn't even recognize you! What are you doing back here?"

"Well, my mom got knocked up by my step-dad, and they thought New York wasn't a great place to raise the new baby." Sam explained.

"Oh that's so great! Do the other little cuz's know you're back?" Tito asked.

"No, so far, you're the only one who knows…and I'd like to keep it that way until school starts." Sam said in a serious tone.

"Don't worry Sammy, I won't tell a soul."

"I'm serious, Tito. Don't even tell Raymundo." Tito sighed in defeat.

"You see right through me Sammy." He smiled.

"Thanks, so…you gotta a board for me?" Sam asked. Tito grinned and quickly walked into the backroom. A few moments later, he returned carrying the board both he and Sam learned to surf on.

"You kept it!" Sam exclaimed.

"I had a feeling you would come back to at least visit! But this totally blows me out of the water."

"How much?" Sam asked. Tito gave him a strange look.

"You really think I'm gonna make you pay for what's already yours?"

"Well, my mom gave me some money. Can I at least pay for some board wax and a new board leash?"

"If you insist Sammy." Tito said as he laid down the board and threw a couple sticks of wax and a board leash into a paper bag. "Ten dollars please." Sam gave him a confused look. "What? Family discount!" Tito said. Sam shook his head and handed Tito a twenty.

"So, anything new in the neighborhood?"

"Things are pretty much the same as when you left, except now they're bigger and have more attitude." Tito joked. Sam laughed. "But, on a more serious note, Merv Stimpleton died last year. Heart attack." Tito explained

"That's awful. How's Mrs. Stimpleton holding up?" Sam asked. Tito looked around the shop and motioned for Sam to lean in closer.

"Just between me and you-"he whispered "She's never been happier." Tito smiled. Sam chuckled.

"Well, I better get going. I'll see around Tito, and thanks."

"Don't mention it cuz. I better be seeing more of you soon though."

"Don't worry you will just remember-"

"My lips are sealed." Tito promised.

Three days later (where the chapter started out)

"Is something bothering you Reggie?" Tito asked Reggie as he set down a plate of fries in front of her.
"Yeah Reg, what gives? You've been acting weird since we left Mad Town." Twister pointed out.

"It's nothing guys, it's just- I saw this guy. And there was just something about him…" She said

"Maybe you're in love!!" Otto said in a flamboyant tone.

"Shut up asshole!" Reggie snapped.

"Whoa!" exclaimed Otto

"Reggie!" Tito barked. "There's no need for profanity. Even if it is partially true."

"Hey!" Otto said, insulted.

"Go on Reggie." Tito urged, having a slight idea of what she was talking about.

"Well, I saw this boy skating down the pier today. He was a good skater, but there was just something about him. It's like I've seen him before, but I don't recognize him from anywhere. It's really weird." She explained.

"What did he look like?" Tito asked.

"He had really dark red hair that was styled in some kind of weird Mohawk. He was wearing dark sunglasses and his shirt was off." A dreamy look spread over Reggie's face. "He has a really nice six pack. And was really cute-"

"Okay, I've heard enough of that!" Otto interrupted. Reggie glared at him.

"I don't know how to explain it Tito. I wish I knew who he was." Reggie said sadly.

"How old did he look?" Tito asked.

"I don't know, around my age I guess."

"Hmm...maybe you'll meet him at school tomorrow." Tito said, trying to keep a smile off his face.

"Hey, you're right! Thanks Tito!"

"Don't mention it Reg. I hope you find out who this mystery boy is. But try not to lose sleep over it." Tito excused himself from the group and went back to the kitchen. There he turned on the radio to muffle out any noise and burst into excited laughter.

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Sam stood in front of Ocean Shores High School with a strong feeling of nervousness. The weather that morning was unusual for the town, dark clouds covered the sky and a chill filled the air. It had started to rain lightly, but the darkness of clouds threatened a chance for a sudden down pour. The weather was very fitting for the moods of the teenagers that had to start a new year of school.

Sam had another twenty minutes before he needed to go to homeroom, but he arrived early because the principal liked to meet all new students on the first day of school. Sam wore a black zip-up hoodie with the hood up the shield his head from the rain. He didn't bother to put down his hood after he greeted the principal and walked into his empty homeroom class. Once there, he took a seat in the back and focused his attention on scribbling on the notebook in front of him.

About five minutes later, more students began to fill into the classroom. None of them acknowledged or questioned the boy sitting in the back of the room, hood masking his identity.

It was then that Reggie Rocket walked into the room accompanied by Trish and Sherry. Sam noticed that all three girls had developed into young women, yet still looked familiar. Reggie was just as pretty as Sam remembered. The bell rang and a middle-aged man wearing a shirt and tie walked into the room and addressed the class.

"Alright everybody settle down! For those of you who don't know me, my name Mr. Nicholas, most people call me Mr. Nick which I prefer, and I teach physics. I will also be your homeroom teacher for the rest of the school year. Now, since you're all seniors you should be capable of following my rules; no talking during the announcements or when I'm talking. And that's pretty much it. Now, attendance." Mr. Nick began to read off the names of students. Sam grew increasingly nervous but was determined not to show it or answer in a squeaking voice when the teacher-

"And finally, a new student here- Samuel Dullard." Mr. Nick looked up, as well as Reggie and several other people who recognized the name.

"Here." Sam said firmly while raising his head.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Dullard, where are you from?"

"Moved here from New York City." Sam answered

"Great place. If you don't mind, uh, you go by Sam right?" Sam nodded. "Right, please remove your hood. School dress code, you know? Students aren't allowed to cover their heads or faces" Sam complied and pushed his hood back which caused several students to gasp with surprise.

"Lookin' good, Dullard!" Sherri called out. Sam smirked and caught Reggie staring at him, open mouthed. He flashed her a grin. The bell rang and Reggie sprang up out of her seat and rushed over to Sam, pulling him into a hug.

"Sam! You're back!"

"Nice to see you too Reg." Sam chuckled. Reggie released him and smacked the side of his head. "Ow! What was that for?"

"That, was for not telling me you were moving back." She explained

"I wanted to surprise you." Sam explained. He lifted up his arms and said "Surprise!" Reggie laughed.

"What class do you have first?" She asked.

"Economics." He answered

"Me too. Let's go." Reggie led Sam out of the room.

"Squid!!!" Twister yelled as enclosed Sam in fierce hug.

"I can't believe your back!" Otto said. It was lunch and Otto and Twister were seeing Sam for the first time in three years. Word of Sam's return (and new appearance) had spread like wildfire. By third period, everyone had learned the news.

"Believe it!" Sam said. They spent the rest of the period hearing about Sam's time in New York. He kept having to repeat some things because people kept coming up to welcome him back. The period quickly ended and the re-united friends walked out of the cafeteria.

"Alright! Study hall. What about you Reg?" Sam asked

"Same." Reggie smiled.

"Where do we go?" Sam asked.

"Since we're seniors, anywhere. Let's go outside." The two walked out the back door of the school and took a seat on some bleachers.

"Have you been out on the water yet?" Reggie asked him.

"Oh I forgot to mention that. Our new house has beach front property."

"No way!" Reggie exclaimed.

"Yeah, I was even able to get my old board back from Tito."

"Tito knew you were back and didn't tell me?" Reggie said, outraged.

"I made him promise not to." Sam explained. "Hey do you want to come over after school and surf in my back yard?" Sam asked.

"Hell yes." Reggie answered.

"Well, well. The squid has returned to Ocean Shores." A voice said behind them. Both turned around to see Lars standing there in clothes stained with motor oil, smirking.

"What are you doing here Lars?" Reggie asked angrily.

"Fixing one of the school buses, I got a job with the city garage." Lars explained. He looked at Sam and said "how ya doin' Dullard?"

"I'm alright, how about you man?" Sam said casually. Lars didn't scare him at all anymore.

"I'm good. Think I can bum a smoke?"

"I 'spose so. I've been craving one myself." Sam pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his hoodie pocket, gave one to Lars and stuck another in his mouth. Reggie was a bit taken back as she watched Sam light up and inhale the smoke deeply before passing his lighter to Lars.

"Yeah, I saw you buying a pack a couple days ago at the gas station."

"Yeah, I figure, second hand smoke kills, so I might as well get the full effect." Sam explained dryly. Lars Laughed and Reggie said-

"So you…smoke now." Reggie sometimes bummed cigarettes off of people at parties, but never considered herself a smoker.

"Yeah, I know it's bad for me. No need to lecture."

"I smoke sometimes too." Reggie confessed.

"Well then, join the party." Sam said as he held out the pack to Reggie. She put one in her mouth and Sam lit her up.

"On the subject of smoking…are there any other substances you like to smoke?" Lars asked curiously.

"Just ganja." Sam answered while exhaling smoke.

"Well then, if you're ever in need of some, give me a call." Lars smiled, happy that he found a new customer.

"Sounds good." The two boys exchanged numbers and Lars left Sam and Reggie to themselves. Reggie had nothing against cigarettes or weed, having smoking both substances every now and then. But she hadn't expected Sam to be into that sort of thing.

"How often do you smoke Sam? Just out of curiosity."

"Everyday. I'm a certified pothead." Sam said. He wasn't worried about what Reggie thought. If she doesn't like it, she can leave me alone. He thought to himself.

"And none of this has affected your grades?" She asked. Sam shrugged.

"If it does, than it's in a positive way since I'm graduating High School in January."

"Sam, that's awesome!" Reggie exclaimed. She really was happy for him. She just didn't know about his plans to leave California. A moment later the bell rang, and Sam and Reggie walked inside to finish off their school day. A couple hours later, the pair found themselves outside again accompanied by Twister and Otto.

"So, will you two be joining Reg and I in the water?" Sam asked

"Wish I could Sammy, but we both got tutoring." Otto explained.

"School just started. How could you already need tutoring?" Sam asked. Just then a busty girl walked up to them.

"You guys ready?" she asked Otto and Twister

"We'll meet you in the library in a few minutes, Claire." Twister said. Claire nodded and walked away, gently swaying her hips.

"Now I see." Sam said turning to Otto and Twister. "You too should have your own sitcom; god knows you've pulled enough of these cliché tricks."

Reggie laughed and Otto just smirked at Sam.

"Whatever Sammy. Now if you don't mind, the O-man and I have to go study…some anatomy!" Twister laughed. The said goodbye and walked off.

"Pathetic. Has this kind of stuff happened often?" Sam asked

"You wouldn't believe." Reggie said. The pair continued their journey to Sam's house after having stopped at the shack to grab Reggie's surfboard and say 'hi' to Ray and Tito.

"Wow Sammy, I don't think dad's ever been that excited to see me." Reggie said as they walked away from the Shack.

"I'm pretty sure he left bruises." Sam said as he rubbed his ribs. Ray hand lifted Sam off the ground in a bone-crushing hug. They reached Sam's house and changed into their bathing suits before heading out. Reggie was impressed with Sam's skill. After three years of no surfing, he had gotten back into the flow very smoothly and quickly. They were having such a great time surfing, they hadn't even noticed the setting sun until it became too dark to fully see each other's faces.

Neither of Sam's parents were home yet. Reggie found this odd, but Sam reassured her that his parent's always worked late and usually went to dinner together afterwards. After changing into dry clothes, Sam made some coffee and omelets, his favorite dinner of all time. They headed into Sam's room.

"So, how are you able to buy cigarettes? You're still 16." Reggie asked while cutting her omelet.
"Fake I.D." Sam explained. "I got it before I left New York. The places I bought my smokes at were run by middle-easterners who thought I was eighteen." Sam fished his fake I.D. out of his pocket and handed it to Reggie.

"Jonathan Yardley aged 25 years old." Reggie read off the card. "You could buy booze with this."

"Oh, I have." Sam said. He reached under his bed and pulled out a bottle of Jägermeister. "Would you like a shot?" Sam offered. Reggie was taken back a bit, yet again.

"Better not. We have school tomorrow."

"You're right." Sam sighed before perking up again- "we'll save it for Friday afternoon!" They both laughed. Reggie looked at her watch, it was past nine.

"I'd better go. Thanks for dinner, Sam." Reggie said as got up and collected her bag.

"No problem Reg. I'll see you tomorrow."

Before she walked out the door, she turned back to face Sam

"I'm really glad you came back." She smiled

"So am I." Reggie turned and left Sam to himself. He let out a sigh and walked out his back door onto the beach. There, he smoked a cigarette while reflecting on the day. He was even more attracted to Reggie, and was pretty sure she felt the same way about him. Then he thought about Jane, back in New York. They had agreed to keep their relationship as not much of relationship. But was she lying? It's not like she said he could go out with other girls, but then again she never said he couldn't. Sam was pretty sure that Jane would see other guys while he was gone, so why shouldn't he see other girls?

But only one girl appeals to me. Sam thought. He had seen many pretty girls at school that day. Girls he had never met before and girls he had known since he was ten. But still, Reggie remained the one he considered pursuing. Of course, if he was around those girls after having a couple drinks, things would be different. He briefly considered whether or not he loved Reggie. He cared about her and hated to see her mad or depressed. He was also deeply attracted to her, just the thought of her in the water that day, droplets rolling down her tanned torso, caused a stirring below Sam's waist that teenage boys were quite used to. But physical attraction was not love; it was lust, which was perfectly natural for kids Sam's age.

Whatever happens, I'll just go with it. Sam thought to himself. If his mother complied, he would only be in Ocean Shores for five months. Then he would go back to his friends in New York, back to the lifestyle he had grown so used to. Sam never stopped to think about the consequences of moving back to New York and how Reggie would feel. That thought would not come to him for another few months.

On the other side of Ocean Shores, Reggie was also having thoughts about her best friend. She had always thought Sam was cute. But now, he was hot. While in the locker room before gym class that opinion had been shared by most of the other girls. Reggie giggled. What would Sam do if he found about the things her female friends said about him in the locker room. Some of the thoughts shared bordered on being rated 'R'. Would Sam blush like he would have at age thirteen? Or would he simply smirk and shake his head before lighting a cigarette?

Without a doubt, Reggie wanted to finish what she started with Sam. The day he moved away, they had shared a kiss. Even though it was only on the cheek, Reggie had felt something. It didn't feel like fireworks were going off in her head or a feeling of deep love spread throughout her body. It just felt…right. Like she and Sam were supposed to be more than just friends.

Reggie sighed in frustration. She didn't know what to do; make a move or wait for Sam to. Then she remembered what Sam proposed for Friday night, and she smiled. It was a known fact that alcohol could help people become closer. Reggie giggled for a final time before falling asleep.

Friday had finally come for the hard working students of Ocean Shores, and the newly re-united Rocket Crew was getting an early start. Ray Rocket was going camping with Tito on a beach that was an hour away from Ocean Shores; the kids would have the house to themselves.

Sam and Reggie emerged from the town's liquor store carrying brown paper bags. Otto and Twister were waiting, rather impatiently, in the parking lot. Twister was sitting on the hood of Reggie's car fiddling with his camera when he saw the pair leaving the store. He leapt off the hood and rushed over to them with Otto following closely behind on his skateboard.

"What took you guys so long?" Twister whined

"We decided to stay in there longer than needed to piss you off." Sam said sarcastically.

"I still don't understand why Twister and I had to wait outside." Otto said angrily. He always hated being left out of a plan having thinking of himself as a leader ever since the tender age of three.

"Can't you read the sign on the door? It says 'No Children Allowed'" Reggie said.

"But you two are both under 21." Twister pointed out.

"Sam, please explain." Reggie asked.

"I have a fake I.D., and the owner does not know me. You two on the other hand look like the high school students that you are-" He pointed at Twister's shirt which had their school logo on it, "and you act like it too. End of story, shut up and get in the car or else we'll make you two drink root beer for the rest of the night." Sam said as if disciplining children.

"I like root beer." Twister muttered as he and Otto complied and got in the car.

"So what'd you get?" Otto asked.

"We got some hard iced tea, Smirnoff Ice, and a bottle of Captain Morgan's Rum." Sam said.

"What? No Jack Daniels?!" Otto whined.

"That's not nearly enough booze!" Twister complained

"How often do you two drink?" Sam asked. Both of them started talking rapidly, trying present themselves as champion drinkers.

"Oh please. The only time you two ever got drunk was at Dad's birthday party this year. You each drank three wine coolers and passed out." Reggie said. Otto and Twister went silent.

"So it's been confirmed. You two are major lightweights and Otto," Sam turned around in the front seat and stared Otto down- "You couldn't handle a single shot of Jack Daniel's if your life depended on it!" Sam and Reggie both laughed. The group reached the Rocket's place and dropped off the booze on the kitchen before heading down to the beach for a surf session.

About five hours later, the group found themselves back at the Rocket house. Otto and Twister had had a contest to see who could drink a bottle of Smirnoff faster and were now both sleeping on the couch in the living room. Their shot at redeeming their drinking reputation was comically wasted. Sam and Reggie were drinking rum and cokes on the floor of Reggie's bedroom. They were both slightly drunk.

"Hey, I have a fun idea!" Sam said

"What?" asked Reggie. Sam reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out a joint. Reggie smiled and laughed.

"Should we go outside?" Sam asked.

"Raymundo won't be home till Monday, let's just smoke it in here." Reggie said with a bit of a slur.

"You got it." Sam lit the joint and took a drag before passing it off to Reggie. He took a gulp of his drink while watching her. Over the course of the last two hours, Reggie had become even more attractive to Sam, courtesy of the booze.

The two of them said nothing as they smoked and passed the joint. Finally, when the joint was done, Reggie said

"Let's ask each other personal questions while taking shots. One for one. "

"Okay." Sam complied easily. Reggie gave him a deep look.

"Are you a virgin?" Reggie asked without hesitation.

"No." Sam answered and took a shot. "You?"

"No." Reggie answered before having a shot. Like Sam, Reggie had lost her virginity over the summer after a night of drinking. Unlike Sam, she had only had sex once.

"Did you have a girlfriend in New York." Reggie asked

"No, not a steady one." Sam took another shot. "Do you find me attractive?" Sam asked.

"Yes." Reggie took a shot. "Do you find me attractive?"

"Very." Sam answered with a sinister smirk before taking a shot. Reggie blushed. "Are you on birth control?"

"Yeah, mostly for my period, though." Reggie explained before taking her third shot. They both knew where this was going. Reggie slammed her glass down, looked Sam in the eyes and said "Kiss me."

Sam knew this was not a question but a command. He complied anyway with eagerness. They were both still on the floor, Reggie straddled Sam's legs to get in a more comfortable position. She could feel his erection through his pants. After a few minutes of kissing and Reggie grinding down on his hardness, Sam pulled back to get a breath of air. Reggie immediately jumped off of him and onto her bed, giving Sam the hand motion that said 'Get up here'.

Sam suddenly found no reason to stop and catch his breath as he leapt up onto the bed and pinned Reggie down, once again attacking her mouth. Both teens were drunk on alcohol and hormones. There was no modesty or holding back as they started stripping off their clothes. Sam's hand was between Reggie's legs, rubbing her, when the door slammed open. Sam quickly pulled back his hand and pulled the covers up to their necks.

"Hey, what do you guys want on your pizza?" Twister slurred. He was still drunk and did not find it unusual that Sam and Reggie were in bed together.

"Twister get the fuck out of here!" Reggie screamed.

"Oh I get it. You want wings!" Twister said. "Otto! They want buffalo wings instead of pizza!!" he yelled as he walked away from the door. Reggie leapt out of bed, slammed the door closed and locked it.

"Do you still want to-"Sam started but stopped when Reggie jumped on top of him and began nibbling his earlobe. "I'll take that as yes." Sam said.

When Sam awoke it was five in the morning. Surprisingly, the couple had not been interrupted throughout the remainder of the night. Sam decided it was best to leave before Otto and Twister woke up and started asking questions about last night. Silently, he got out of bed and put his clothes back on. He nudged Reggie's bare shoulder.

"Hmm…what?" Reggie asked sleepily.

"I'm gonna get out of here before the two morons give me the third degree." Sam explained. Reggie smiled and laughed softly, knowing what he was talking about.

"I had a lot of fun last night with you Sam." Reggie said

"Me too. I'll call you later." Sam promised. Reggie nodded and fell back to sleep instantly. Sam left the room and walked to the front door as quietly as he could. On the kitchen counter he saw an unopened box of buffalo wings and had to stifle his laughter with his hand.

"Oh man, last night was so much fun! I drunk so much I forgot everything that happened!" Otto bragged as the four of them sat in the near empty movie theater, waiting for their film to start. Reggie laughed.

"So I guess you forgot that you and Twister had two drinks each, had a contest to see who could drink faster, and passed out around 7 pm?" she said. Otto's tan face started to darken.

"Shut up."

"What did you two do when we passed out?" Twister asked.

"Well…" Reggie started, searching for an alibi.

"We smoked a joint and then photographed you two in various homosexual positions." Sam said without hesitation.

"Very funny." Otto said angrily. He and Twister didn't talk again and the movie started. Halfway through, Reggie and Sam went for the armrest at the same time. Instead of starting a battle of smacking and shoving, their fingers interlaced and shared the armrest. Neither of them looked at each other.

When the movie ended, the sky had darkened to full darkness except for the light of the moon. Otto and Twister ran into Claire and a friend in the lobby and were currently off with them somewhere. Reggie didn't pay attention to their plans. Instead, she and Sam were sitting on the deserted beach, smoking cigarettes.

"So what exactly are we now, Sam?" she asked. Sam shrugged.

"What do you want us to be?" Sam said. Reggie gave him a look of desperation. "Well, the way I see it- I'm attracted to you and you're attracted to me. After last night, it's pretty obvious that we do not think of each other in a brother-sister kind of way." Sam explained. Reggie laughed.

"So what you're trying to say is…"

"We should start dating. Or become friends with benefits, if you're into that sort of thing." Sam explained.

"I'd like to spend more time alone with you." Reggie confessed.

"Me too." Sam smirked. Reggie rolled her eyes.

"Not in that way, well actually- yes, in that way. But what I meant was that we could do stuff without my brother and Twister." Reggie explained.

"Well, the conversation would be a lot less dumb." Sam said. "So it's settled then. We're dating."

"Aren't you gonna ask me properly?" Reggie said in a mock outraged voice. Sam chuckled.

"Will you go out with me?" he asked.

"I don't know did you get my father's blessing first?"

"Reg!" Sam moaned. Reggie laughed and pulled his face to hers. They shared a lingering kiss before getting up and walking down the beach to where Sam's house was.

A/N: Big thanks to the reviewers and Sam/Reg fans! Without you guys, would be filled with lame and predictable Reg/Twist stories, such an overrated ship!

Keep those reviews coming! I'll try to keep the updates coming. Hopefully, the story will be finished by the end of August.