I'm kind of bummed, nobody seems to be into Rocket Power anymore. Where'd all the readers and writers go?! Anyways here's the next installment, hope you all like it. And if you do, please review!

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Look Who's Stalking (Twisters POV)

How did I let him talk me into this? Otto and I were sitting on a bench across from the shack spying on Reggie. We stole a few sections of the newspaper from Ray, cutting a few holes in it to make eyes, to use as a disguise so Reggie wouldn't be able to see us. We'd been sitting there for the last two hours watching her do nothing but waitress and bus tables.

"Ottoman, come on. Can't we go home now?" I whined dropping my paper.

"Twist!" He practically screeched before shielding him with his paper.

"What? She isn't doing anything! I'm tired, and I'm hungry and I want to go home." I complained.

"We aren't leaving until we find out what's wrong with her."

"What do you mean? What's wrong with Reggie?" I panicked, glancing behind the classifieds.

"You know, she's been acting weird ever since she met that guy." He explained. I slumped back against the bench. That guy.

"Oh." I swallowed. I knew. In fact, I knew more than I wanted to.

I knew that she really liked this guy, maybe even loved him, and that she wasn't planning on breaking up with him any time soon.

I knew that Otto really hated this guy, hated him almost as much as I did, and had about three plans on what to do to him if he hurt Reggie.

And then, I also knew how much I loved Reggie. How much I wished I was the guy she was sneaking around with. I knew that if Otto found out, what he planned on doing to me would be much, much, worse than any of the plans he thought of for Reggie's mysterious boyfriend. Friends were not supposed to fall in love with their best friends sister. It was in the bro code; highlighted and underlined three times. It was something every guy, every girl, knew about. Yet, as I always do, I managed to screw that up too.

"What she want a boyfriend for anyway?" I pouted, knowing I didn't want the answer to my question.

"For reasons I don't ever want to think about." He replied with a shudder.

"Dido bro." I agreed sulking. Otto looked at me oddly, like I grew a third eye. "What?" I questioned. He just shook his head and turned back to Reggie Stalking. "What?" I repeated.

"Pick your newspaper up. Her shifts about to end so the mystery guys bound to show up." Otto ordered. I did what he asked reluctantly.

"Hey look! There he is." He exclaimed happy the stake out paid off. I didn't want to see who she was embracing so I pretending to fins an interesting article in my disguise. Still, Otto gave me a play by play. "She's throwing her arms around him. Gross she's kissing him. Oh wait, they're holding hands; his turning around… Hey, is that…Lars?" Otto asked turning to me for conformation. . .

"Ahhhhh!" I screamed jolting upwards in bed. My heart was pounding in my chest as I tried catching my breath. Dreaming about Reggie? That was no surprise. I always dreamt of her. Dreaming about Lars and Reggie? Was a freaking nightmare I never wanted to come true.

Reggie stirred in her sleeping bag next to me. "Maurice! It's," She paused to check her phone. "3:32 in the morning. What the hell are you screaming about?" She asked rubbing her eyes.

"Do you like Lars? Tell me the truth."

She smiled wide. "You are so weird." She chuckled. "So so weird." She rolled over on her side snuggling back into the bag. "But, that's why I love you." She yawned falling back into a deep sleep. Did she- She just said she loved me. I smiled as I too drifted back to sleep.

Playing for Real (Reggie's POV)

Those lips. His lips. I used to think nothing of them until that kiss. That stupid, stupid, kiss. I couldn't stop thinking about him and those freaking god like lips. The way he held my head as he bent his to touch my mouth to his. The way he rested his other hand on my waist, and then my lower back as he deepened the kiss. Electricity pulsing through my body-

"Reggie!" Trish's voice echoed in my ear along with car horns.

"Hmm?" I asked turning to look at her.

"You missed the light. What were you thinking about so intently that you literally have drool coming out of your mouth?" She questioned.

"Nothing." I lied turning my attention back to the road where it should have been.

"You were thinking about Twister weren't you?" Sherry piped up from the backseat a little too knowingly.

"Ah. I love that bitch for pairing you guys for the lead." Trish grinned. She was referring to our drama teacher assigning Twister and I as Romeo and Juliet for talking during class. Apparently we weren't taking the play seriously enough so she thought making us the lead characters would make us pay attention more. Of course then she made us run lines. And then she made us kiss. God that kiss!

I tried ignoring them but the just egged me on.

"I told you he was hot. It looks like the 'just friends' goggles are finally coming off!" Sherry grinned throwing her hands up in the air.

"No, they aren't. They are planted firmly on my head where they belong." I assured the two giggling idiots.

"Defensive much? I think somebody's got a crush!" Sherry squealed.

"Twister and Reggie sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g!" Trish sang loud. Very loud.

"Would you too quit it out! I do not like him." I glared at them. "I don't." I added, trying to convince myself it was true.

I was quick to hit the gas when the light changed green making sure not to piss anyone off again. I turned on the radio to tune my passengers out. Sadly, however, when I parked the car outside my house the radio died with the engine so I had no choice but to listen to them.

"Would you just admit it. You like him. Quoting Sandra Bullock here, 'You think he's gorgeous. You want to kiss him.

"Again!" Trish added.

Trying to hold back her laughter Sherry continued. "You want to hug him. You want to love him. You want to…want to squeeze him?" She looked to Trish for help.

"I think its hug again?" She shrugged unsure herself.

"You two are ridiculous." I scowled them, putting my key in the door to unlock it. Then, emphasizing every word I told them once again, "I, do not, like…Twister!" I screeched nearly colliding with him as he ran down the stairs chasing my brother.

"Sorry Reg!" He yelled over his shoulder before he disappeared somewhere in the house. Just that small glimpse of him and already my heart was pounding in my chest.

"Aw shit." I muttered, knowing I lost this battle.

"So do." Sherry smiled so big my own cheeks ached.

"I do." I whined, palming my face.

"It's okay. At least you aren't crossing over for Eddie." Trish tried offering comfort.

Sherry nodded. "Yeah Twis-"

"Don't say his name!" I panicked making sure the guys weren't around.

"He's a really great guy." Sherry winked at me.

"Talking about me again ladies?" Otto asked strutting over to us. Twister followed and hung back against the foyer wall.

Rolling my eyes I told him, "Not even slightly."

"We're talking about Reggie's new love interest." Sherry beamed. Then, realizing what, and who she said it to her mouth popped with an "Oops."

I glanced at Twister, who had noticeably perked up.

Otto on the other hand muttered a "Lame." And left to find food in the kitchen.

"You know, I'm kind of hungry myself." Trish spoke up nudging Sherry.

"Oo yeah. Me too!" Sherry agreed catching on. Way to be subtle guys.

"So. Do I know the guy?" Twister asked once they were out of eyesight. I was smart enough to know though, that just because we couldn't seem them didn't mean they weren't listening.

I tried shrugging it off as nothing. "Yeah. You might."

Obviously I failed miserably because the next thing he asked was, "Is it Sammy?"

His eyes had become saucers and he actually looked panicked that I would say yes.

"Noo. Sammy and I are just friends." I assured him.

"Oh, okay good. I mean, I just…I just always thought Sherry liked him is all." He replied, his eyes returning to the usual size.

"Yeah, she may." I smiled knowing she was probably sulking and mad at me now. Payback was a bitch after all.

"So are you going to tell me who it is or am I going to have to guess? "

"I'll give you a hint. The first letter of his name is an M." I bit my lip to keep from shouting 'You, you moron!'

"Marty? Marvin? Mike?" I shook my head after all of them. "I'm really bad at guessing games." He told me.

"You'll get this one. Just keep trying. M-a-u-r- bur its cold!" Did I just say that? Worst. Clue. Ever. At least the cheesiest.

"Maur? Maur, Maur, Maurice!" His voice squeaked as realization dawned on him.

"Bingo." I smiled sheepishly.

"You like, me?" He questioned not believing it. Then, before I could even think of a response to that he kicked himself off the wall and kissed me again. This time both his hands grabbed my face to hold me in place. I stood there surprised for a minute until my brain kicked in. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. His tongue licked my bottom lip so I opened my mouth for him. He tangled his tongue with mine sucking it gently and I thought, god how did he learn to kiss like this?!

We broke apart when my girls came back into the room whistling and cat calling at us.

Otto came into view, confused as to what all the fuss was about. Seeing me tangled in his best friends arms his lip curled. "Argh!" He moaned. I stepped out of Twisters arms reluctantly. He grabbed my hand to keep me close.

"Look, If this is going to become a thing," Otto gestured between the two of us. "Don't ever do that in front of me again. Ever. Like ever, ever." He said with his serious face on.

He accepted our nods of agreement before sulking into the living room.

"Told you so." Sherry grinned as she and Trish followed him to the TV.

"Now, where were we?" I smirked grabbing Twister by the collar to plant his mouth on mine again.

Yeah, that mouth of his was going to be the death of me.

Surprise! (Reggie's POV)

I was standing on Twister's doorstep contemplating on whether or not I should just walk in or ring the bell. We've been friends since we were 10 and 11. We've been dating for a year. Yet I still didn't feel comfortable just walking in. I was still pacing their porch when Mrs. Rodriguez came out.

"Regina!" She held her chest as I obviously just startled her. Recomposing herself she pulled me into a bear hug. "Mi hija, I've told you before, you are always welcomed here. Just come right in!" She scolded me. Twister always let himself in at our house but for some reason when the roles were reversed I could never do it.

"I know. Sorry Mrs. Rodriguez." The formal greeting just rolled of my tongue.

"Sandy." She corrected.

"Sandy." I nodded.

She raised her brow. "Now, I suppose you didn't just come to see me?"

I shook my head no. "Is Twist home?"

"He's in the shower, but you can go wait for him in his room. I'm off to the store. Those boys would eat the house in if I'd let them." She teased. I waved goodbye to her before walking in and taking the familiar route up the stairs to Twister's room. I dropped my bag on his desk and pounced on his bed inhaling his scent. I wished I could bottle it up and save it for later. I tried recreating it in my room once by having him roll around in my bed and all other furniture I had but all that managed to do was rile my dad up and ban Twister from the upstairs.

"Ahh! What are you doing in here?" He screamed, startled to see me laying on his bed.

"Surprise!" I laughed at the look on his face. Then, my eyes dropped south and I smiled at the fact that he was only in a towel and I revel in his nakedness.

"I meant in my room. On my bed." He replied. Then, realizing the situation we were in he palmed his face and muttered, "Why am I complaining?"

"Why indeed?" I smirked.

"So, what do you want to do?" He asked me over his shoulder while he was pulling clothes out of his dresser.

"I have a few ideas."

"Like?" He questioned. He dropped his towel and slipped on a pair of boxers.

"Ideas that don't include you wearing those." I grinned moving closer to him to rest one hand on his chest as the other pinched his butt.

He let out a girlish squeal. "Reggie, my mom's downstairs!"

I shook my head. "Nope. She went out for groceries." I assured him outlining his abs with a finger.

"Oh. Oh." He caught on.

I raised an eyebrow mischievously. "So, about those boxers?"

Instead of doing what I asked he swooped me up and carried me to the bed. He knelt down in front of me to remove my socks and sneakers before coming back up to meet my eyes. "Lose that top and those jeans and we'll talk." He countered. Within a minute I shed all of my clothing and waited for him to do the same.

"These ideas you had? Did any of the go like this?". . .

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As if I don't have enough stories as it is, I decided to write a multi-chapter one for these two. I'm really happy about it and can't wait to post, but I also want to have a few chapters into it done before I do. So for now I hope this fills everyone's Twiggie quota for the day. Thanks for reading! Now…Take a second to Review! A simple good or bad would do!

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