Man, I am so sorry for taking forever to update this fic. I've been a bit busy and never got around to proofing it. I originally wanted to put this up Saturday/Sunday like I would normally. Just so you know, I started back to school this past Monday, which means I'll probably be focusing on that more so, well, just my Calculus anyway, but I'll try not to let my lack of math skills interfere with this fic, and vice-versa for the fic interfering with the math.

Oh, just to let you know, I did get to read that very short, I'm too old to be reading, book, Reggie's Secret Admirer that came out a while ago. Reggie's reaction was very cute. At least now I know exactly how she'd react if she had a secret admirer. She was flattered, especially with the gifts she got from him and was even more excited when she found out who the secret admirer was and he asked her out right before the races. I guess no matter how tomboyish a girl can be, she'll always love the attention of a boy. I would tell you who it is, but then that would be spoiling.

Now, for this chapter, Reggie and Lars are finally having lunch together, discussing past events, I guess you could say. They're both talking about Otto and Twister and Reggie sees a side of Lars that she's never witnessed before. Next chapter is undecided. I think I'll stick with the pep rally. No guarantee that'll be uploaded by next week, though. I'm still writing it out.

Now, as always, I do not own anything dealing with Rocket Power. Klasky-Csupo has that honor.

Chapter 16: Reggie's Lunch Date…

Lars drove down the streets of Ocean Shores in his used, bright candy-red 1998 *Volkswagen Beetle Convertible, pretty much speeding, the top down and his long brown hair blowing in the wind. He was planning on trading it in later for a newer model. He kept it in tip-top shape and it was always clean. He was always clean, compared to Twister in general. The car rarely broke down either.

"Lars, stop speeding!" Reggie commanded the older boy authoritatively. "What if you get busted by a cop?"

"Stop worrying; I'll be fine, mother." Reggie "hmmphed" at him and folded her arms across her chest as he came to a stoplight. "Ugh, I hate stoplights," he groaned.

"I'm grateful for them! It'll keep people like you from speeding!"

He ignored her and drove on after the light changed. "So, do you want to go to the Pier or the Boardwalk for lunch?"

Reggie looked down at her watch. "It doesn't really matter to me."

"Good, because I want to go to the Shore Shack. I haven't had any of those fries in a while."

"Why the Shore Shack?" Reggie asked without realizing it. 'What would dad and Tito think if I walked in there with Lars of all people by my side?'

"Because, I'm in the mood for some shack food, that's why."

"Okay, okay, fine. Let's go," she finally said. 'I hope there's a big crowd today to draw the attention away from us.'

The two continued the ride in silence. Reggie felt a bit awkward going to the Shore Shack with Lars, and Lars was concentrating on the road, mostly, but was also curious as to why his companion was so quiet.

"Yo, Reg, want to listen to the radio?"

"Sure, sure," Reggie answered hastily.

Lars reached down and flipped on the radio, which was already set to his favorite station, the current song playing, blasting through the speakers. Reggie winced some, Lars noticed and turned the volume down slightly. The station played the latest hits by the most popular rock bands. Lars was definitely into rock and metal, which must've run in the family, Reggie assumed. Twister was into rock music as well. As a matter of fact, the majority of the old Korn cds in the car were Twister's.

'*Now, did he borrow those from Twister with force, or did he borrow them without asking?'

They rode for a bit more, enjoying the music, finally reaching the parking lot near Rocket Beach, which meant having to walk a short ways to the Shore Shack.

When arriving, the shack was somewhat crowded, like it had been when she and Twister came by the previous night, only there were a couple of tables free.

"Bruddah Ray, look who it is!"

"Whoa, it's Reggie and...Lars?"

"Is there something going on that you don't know about?" Tito asked in perplexity. Her hanging out there with Twister was a bit out of the ordinary, but not too farfetched. Her there with Lars was just downright unusual.

"I don't know, Tito. My little girl normally tells me everything. I don't know why she would be here with Lars of all people."

"Very strange, bruddah."

"You said it."

"Hey, look, one last table left," Lars said.

He pulled Reggie along to get to the table. Reggie sighed a bit in slight embarrassment.

"Ahh right!" he cheered after sitting down.

"Must you be so loud," Reggie groaned, resting her forehead in the palms of her hands. She could feel the other customers' eyes on them.

"Why, got a problem with it Rocket Dork's sister?"

She gave off an exasperated sigh. "No, not really."

"Good, now let's get some grub! This handsome guy is very hungry!"

Lars stood up. "You stay here and make sure no one gets this table."

"Um, yeah, sure."

"Yo, you want anything?"

"Just a salad, thanks, with Italian dressing, and a bottled water."

"A salad!"

"Why does everyone always react that way whenever I say I want a salad?"

"Because your father owns a fast food place, that's why! Why eat a salad when you can pig out on burgers and fries?!"

"I am trying to eat healthier, thank you!"

"But chica, just eating salads isn't good for you."

"What do you know, Lars?" she asked slightly humored.

"Well, I know enough to tell you that you should eat a balanced meal." He sounded quite serious. "You know, you need protein and grains too. Salads are good, and healthy, but you need to get a protein in there someplace."

"A protein?"

"Yeah, some kind of a meat, if you're eating like this on a regular basis, just garden salads and nothing else."

"Oh, no, I do eat other things, it's just that today I don't feel like eating a burger or anything."

"Oh...well, I'll be right back." With that, Lars walked off towards the counter.

Reggie just stared after him, a bit puzzled. 'Lars has a brain?' She couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. He actually seemed concerned about her health...

"Hey Mr. Rocket," Lars greeted after reaching the counter.

"Why, uh, hello Lars. How's it going?"

"Okay, I guess."

"So, how did you and Reggie just happen to hang out here?" Ray asked slowly.

"We're just talking about some things."

"What kinds of things?"

"Mostly about the classes she'll be taking next year, what to expect from the teachers, which teacher she should try her best to avoid, the usual."

'That's usual? Since when does Reggie talk so much with Lars?' Ray wondered. "Anything else?"

"No, not really," Lars answered bluntly. "We were talking about the upcoming game too, and how my team is going to cream hers!"

"Okay now," Tito interrupted with a cheery smile before Ray could ask anything else, "what would you like for lunch, bruddah?"

"The Most Kilohana Burger Combo - king size - only I want a vanilla shake instead of a soda."

"Coming right up, Lars cuz, and what would Reggie like?"

"Oh, she said she wanted a salad with Italian dressing and a water," the boy answered as if he had just said something offensive. What sane person would turn down a burger and fries?

"Alright," Tito smiled. "Anything else?"

"No thanks."

"Okay, I'll get your order started right away," the fry cook replied.

Lars went through his pocket and pulled out his wallet. "How much for the meal and salad?"

"Oh, don't worry about that Lars," Ray told him, still surprised over the fact that Lars was there, offering to pay for his meal as well as Reggie's. "It's on the house."

"No way, Mr. Rocket, I insist on it. It wouldn't be right if I ate here free. I don't normally eat here free. Okay, so I have sometimes, but I'd rather pay today."

Ray looked at the boy curiously. Lars didn't know what to make of it. He was about to ask what the deal was, when Ray smiled at him approvingly. "I like the way you think, Lars!"

"Huh?"

"If you want to pay you can, but there's no need. Your family and my family are friends."

"Yeah right...friends," he responded slowly. He didn't consider Otto a friend. Well, Reggie, maybe, but Otto definitely not. "I insist on paying for my meal, Mr. Rocket. I'll pay for Reggie's too if you don't mind."

"Um, why?" Ray sounded puzzled and confused.

"No reason," he plainly stated.

Ray scratched his head. He figured that there was no way he could talk Lars out of paying the bill. "Okay then," he finally said. He tallied up the bill. "Your total will be $6.85."

The boy opened his wallet and took out $10.00.

"Okay, out of ten," he put the money in the register, "and here is your change, $3.15."

Lars mumbled out a "thanks," and stuffed the money back into his wallet. "Oh, and Mr. Rocket, don't mention my paying for the dork's food."

Ray agreed with an, "Okay," not quite sure as to why it would've been such a big deal, and went and got Reggie's salad and bottled water and to make Lars his king size milkshake. "Here you go."

Lars accepted the food and his shake and headed back to the table Reggie was seated at.

"Here." He tossed the container and the water to her, sitting down across from her.

"Um, thanks."

"Yeah."

He started to down his shake as Reggie started to eat on her salad. She remained quiet for a good while, pushing one of the cherry tomatoes around with her fork. Lars was growing rather tired of the silence. He didn't bring her out there just to listen to her chew.

He set his cup down. "Yo, chica, speak up!"

"Oh, what?"

"You've been spaced out since we've been here! What's the deal? Didn't you want to talk to me about something?"

Reggie sighed and looked down at the table and mumbled, "I thought you were the one that wanted to talk."

"Well, no, not really," the boy replied quickly. "You mentioned something about your dork brother this morning, and how he's the reason for Twister's lame attitude!" Lars cracked his knuckles. "Let me whomp him for you!"

Reggie cracked a small smile. One thing she noticed about Lars was how he was usually willing to help her out, like whenever she would ask him to play street hockey in place of one of the others if they couldn't participate. If one of the others had asked, he'd tell them to bug off, but whenever she would ask, he didn't fully mind.

"That won't be necessary, Lars."

Before he could respond, Tito walked out to the front counter, calling for Lars.

"Hold that thought, Rocket Dork's sister."

The boy hurried to the counter to get his food, thanking Tito quickly, and then took his seat again. He took a giant bite out of his burger greedily. "Man, I love these burgers!" Lars managed to say, his mouth full.

Reggie wrinkled her nose at the boy. His manners were just as bad as Twister's, but for some inexplicable reason, she felt Twister was cute when displaying such bad table manners causing her to inwardly smile. Lars gave off a small belch as he drank some more of his shake.

"So, what's the deal with your brother?" He put some ketchup on his fries.

Reggie told him everything she felt that she could trust him enough to share. She did leave out the details of the previous night, dealing with Twister's hugging on her in his sleep. She wasn't ready to get into that quite yet - she wasn't sure she wanted to - but she did mention how Otto had treated Twister when he saw him in their house asleep on the couch.

"Man, harsh!" He swallowed down another fry while Reggie continued to play with her salad. "And he's been like this for the past couple of weeks?"

She nodded. "Lars, it's awful. We have that game next week, and if he doesn't get his act together, our team'll have to forfeit and there's a chance we may get eliminated for the remainder of the season, blowing our chance at the finals."

"Oh no, chica!" Lars retorted, holding up his hand. "There's no way you guys are going to forfeit! My crew have been working their asses off for this upcoming game, and I refuse to win it just because of your lame-o brother being an idiot. C'mon, Reg, let me knock some sense into him!"

"Too late for that," Reggie muttered, taking a bite of her salad. "I'm upset over the way he's acting, but I'm most upset over the way he's treating Twister. They're supposed to be best bros, and Otto's treating him like crud."

"I'm telling you," he took another bite of his burger and swallowed it down, "let me give him a good whomping for dogging Twister!"

"Is violence always your solution for everything?"

"Only when it comes to your brother," he replied indignantly. "I don't know how you put up with him. He's such a pain in the ass."

"Hey, watch it Lars! Don't diss my brother like that!"

"Hey, I'm only telling it like it is, chica, and you know it," Lars spat slightly. "Admit it, he can be a bit of an annoying kook sometimes!"

"Well, yeah, but you didn't have to say it like that."

"Yo, sorry," he apologized hastily. He really didn't want to make a scene, not at the Shore Shack of all places; who knows what Ray would've done to him. He also didn't want to get on Reggie's bad side.

"Never mind," Reggie muttered. "I don't know what's wrong with him, Lars, and I wish he'd quit it. Sam came up with a couple of theories, one being stress."

"Stress? What from?"

"The competition tomorrow."

"Oh yeah, that's an All-State competition." Lars gave her a smug smile. "I bet I could beat everyone in that competition."

"Then why aren't you in the finals tomorrow?" Reggie reprimanded, giving the boy a look of amusement while going back to her meal.

"Well, uh, because I, er-hey, why aren't you!"

"You know I'm not on the surf team. My Journalism and Volleyball would interfere with the meets. I have way too much responsibility with Journalism to even consider it. Take today for instance; I had to write out the scripts for our school's weekly news broadcast, just like every Friday. I then have to turn it in before going to lunch."

"Well, I just didn't want to be in the finals, that's all."

"You ranked out and lost to Trent, Otto, and Trish."

"Okay, so I did! Who cares if I did!"

"I don't, really, but you are a good surfer, Lars; they're just better, and you were in fourth right after Trish. You four are like the top four surfers in Ocean Shores in general!"

"I really hope your brother doesn't win that competition," Lars mumbled.

"Why not?" She took a sip of her water.

"I'm all for Trish winning, actually. Mr. New Zealand shows off, not as bad as your brother, but he does, and Rocket Dork deserves to lose sometimes. He's what I call a 'sore winner'."

"I've never heard that term before."

"Your brother wins practically everything, he needs to wake up and realize that he isn't going to win them all. He has more wins than he does losses. Every time he wins anything, he gets a swelled head."

"How do you know? You don't hang around him."

"Twister. He sometimes mentions your brother whenever he's annoyed with him."

"Really? He's actually told you that?"

"You better believe it, chica…but not in so many words and not usually directly. Twister gets annoyed of your brother's attitude more than he says or shows. He hates it when your brother gloats."

"I think we all do, but it's like talking to a brick wall when trying to get Otto to understand that it's annoying. I don't think he even realizes he does it. Seems that he's been doing that more and more lately, too."

"I'm not saying that Twist hates your bro or anything." Lars sounded a bit awkward. He was saying decent things about his brother and it was freaking him out a little. How could he keep his rep if he acted like he cared? "I was just saying that he gets on his nerves at times."

"I still wish I knew what he currently had against Twister. I can tell how upset Twist was when he left last night and I just wish I could help him." Reggie sighed and stared down at her half-eaten salad.

"Maybe Twister got some dirt on him!" Lars said hopefully.

Reggie glared at Lars. "Not funny!"

"Who says I was trying to be funny?" he asked plainly, trying to suppress a smile. The thought actually sounded good to him. "Um, has Twister beaten him in any sport lately?"

"No."

"Have they argued in general lately?"

"Not that I know of. We hang out together a lot, I'm sure that Sam or I would've noticed something like that."

"Hey, have you asked anyone else about them? Like that Netherworld dork?"

"No, I haven't asked Eddie or anyone else, but if Otto and Twister had gotten into a really bad fight, the news would've traveled pretty fast."

"Yeah, guess you're right."

He went back to his meal. Reggie thought for a moment, and then sighed again. She gave up on trying to figure Otto out. It wasn't like Lars could actually help her, even though it sounded like he was really trying to.

"Let's just talk about Twister for a moment."

"Why would you want to do something like that when we could talk about me?"

"LARS!"

"Just kidding, Rocket Dork's sister. What about him?"

"Well, this morning, after you left, I talked with him a bit."

"Yeah, so?"

"Actually, he said this last night, not today. Sorry."

Lars shrugged as he scarfed down the rest of his burger. He then went back to his plate of fries.

"I don't know what he said meant. After he said it, he seemed really embarrassed and when I asked him what it meant, he gave me an answer, but I have this feeling he made it up...like he wasn't being completely honest with me."

"Wait, he said something in Spanish to you?"

"Yeah, but whatever we discuss, promise not to rag on him for it."

"I wouldn't be me if I didn't."

"LARS!"

"Okay, okay, I promise I won't bother him." Lars went back to his shake. 'Depending on what he said…' the boy thought with a small inward chuckle.

"Whatever it was, was definitely in Spanish and it's rare for him to do that. He rarely ever uses Spanish around us. Anyway, what he said was Te something. Tay ah-mo (te amo), and then he said tay key-air-o (te quiero) and something else, but those two stood out most for me. Sorry if my pronunciation is off."

Lars nearly choked and started to cough hard, pounding his chest.

"Lars!" Reggie stood up and hurried to Lars's side, patting and rubbing his back. "Are you all right!"

"Yeah, yeah." He gave her a weak smile. 'No way! Twist said that!'

After the small attack, Reggie just stood by Lars, who remained seated.

"So, what does it mean? He said that it meant that he liked hanging out with me."

"Oh man, look at the time!" Lars stood. "We have to get back to school."

Reggie looked down at her wristwatch. He was actually right. "Yeah, but what do those words mean?"

"¡Vamanos, chica!" He rushed out of the Shore Shack. "I'll leave you behind if you don't hurry up!"

Reggie returned the top to her salad container, grabbed her water bottle, and chased after him. "Lars!"

"I wonder what all the commotion is about," Ray said, noticing Reggie's chasing after Lars.

"They're probably trying to hurry back to school," Tito assured his friend.

"Yeah, I guess," Ray said as he put the most recent customer's money into the register.

Right at that moment, the phone rang.

"Want me to get that, bruddah?"

"No, that's okay Tito; you have to get that next order started anyway. I'll get it."

Tito nodded and went back to the grill while Ray went to the phone.

"Shore Shack, this is Ray Rocket speaking...Principal Healey!...OTTO DID WHAT?~~~"
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"Lars, wait up!" Reggie trotted finally getting alongside the boy. "What's your malfunction!"

"We're late," he answered in a business-like manner. "Get in." He slipped into the driver's side. Reggie, knowing she had no way back to school, got in as well.

After the two were settled, Lars pulled out of the parking lot and headed back to Ocean Shores High, the ride being somewhat awkward for the boy. His brother said that?

"Lars," Reggie broke over his thoughts and the silence since Lars didn't have the radio or cd player going, "what does it mean?"

"Oh, yeah, uh, it means exactly what he said," he said quickly. "It means that he likes hanging out with you. Nothing more, don't ask me anything else about it."

"Oh," the girl said disappointedly. She was expecting more, but also had this feeling that Lars wasn't being completely honest. What did those words mean? Why did both Twister and Lars react in such a strange way? Twister became embarrassed and Lars was trying his best to avoid the subject altogether. Did it really mean something bad? 'No, it can't be bad…it didn't sound bad with the way Twister said it. It was almost...enchanting and heartfelt…'

'I can't believe that dork of a brother of mine said that! He likes Rocket Dork's sister? She couldn't possibly like him back...could she? She'd be better off with someone older with a nice set of wheels and the perfect sound system, not someone younger and immature who still rides his bike to get places!'

"Lars! Wake up!" he heard Reggie say. The boy put on brakes hard as he came to an intersection.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Lars breathed out. "I guess I wasn't paying attention like I should have been."

"Lars, is something wrong?"

"Chica, there's never anything wrong with me!"

"You almost ran a stoplight since your concentration was off!"

"It was only once, and it won't happen again!" Lars sighed as the light turned to green. "So, about Twister and your dork brother, any ideas on getting the two on speaking terms again? I'm getting sick of Twister's moping around."

"No, and if Sam can't figure out what his deal is, then I doubt I can."

"But you're his sister; you know him better than Squid Dork."

"Yeah, I guess, but his attitude is still a bit confusing." She glanced over at Lars who kept his eyes on the road. She could tell there was something else on the older boy's mind, but it was obvious that he didn't want to discuss it. "After Otto's competition tomorrow, I'm going to talk to him."

"What're you going to say to him?"

"To stop acting like a kook," she then smirked, "or else I get Lars to whomp you."

Lars laughed, which Reggie was going for. His being so quiet was driving her nuts. "Lars, thanks for inviting me to lunch, and talking. We didn't talk as much as I wanted to, but it was helpful," the girl said slowly.

"Anytime, chica," Lars told her with a wink. "It's kind of weird, huh?"

"What's weird?"

"Our talking like this. We never did as kids."

"That's because you were an obnoxious moron!"

"A moron!"

"Well, you did tease us constantly."

"You'd be surprised," Lars muttered.

"Huh, what?"

"Never mind," he said quickly. "Look, Reg, don't you tell anyone that I'm actually worried about my brother."

"Why? It's kind of nice that you do care about him."

"Because, it's not me! I'm Lars, he's Maurice…um, I don't know! I just have an image to think of!"

"Some image," Reggie murmured, her arms folded.

"I mean, I'm not really worried about him, but if that stupid dork doesn't shape up, I'll knock some sense into him and make him apologize to you and to Twister! Twister is never this bummed out! He's extremely depressed, and I'm kind of," his voice trailed off and became a bit hushed, "sc-scared."

"Scared? Why would you be scared?"

"You know how my brother likes to do all that cinema stuff, and how you need a lot of concentration to do it, right?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"His concentration's off; I've noticed it for a while now. What if he's skating, trying to get the latest, most extreme footage, and he gets hit by a car or something bevause he wasn't concentrating because of your brother!"

"I never thought of that. His video projects are one of the few things he does concentrate a lot on. Thinking about it, his surfing has been a little off too. He's wiping out much more than usual and Twist is a great surfer."

"Exactly! What if that dumb brother of mine goes out and does something stupid and ends up hurting himself because of your dumb brother's attitude towards him bumming him out!"

"Okay, okay, I see what you mean!"

"Sorry if I seemed a bit harsh just now." Lars pulled up to the final light right before their school.

"Oh, um, it's okay," Reggie managed to say, 'but why do I have this feeling that he really wanted to talk to me about something. He did mention something about girl trouble.'

"It's just, I'm a bit mad right now at the whole mess. Those dorks are supposed to stick together, you know? I just don't like what's going on."

The school lot was pretty empty and Reggie was quite impressed with this new caring, compassionate side of Lars. No one would believe her if she told them. Due to the emptiness and how she really was enjoying Lars in this way, she leaned over and gave him a small, sisterly hug, causing the older boy's eyes to nearly bug out of his head.

'Whoa, she's hugging me?! But I don't want to like her in this way because it would be way weird. I mean, I'm not minding her hugging me, but I refuse to ask her out, no matter how tempted I am to….but I know that even if I did try, there's no way anything would happen. I can tell she's not into me like that, and given our history, I wouldn't blame her. Being her friend is enough.'

"Twister is lucky to have such a caring, older brother," she laughed a bit, "even if you do have a weird way of showing it."

"Okay, that's enough with this mushiness crap!" Lars forced a disgusted look onto his face. "Lay off, chica! Wh-what if someone see us?!"

"So what if they do; can't a friend hug a friend?" She stopped hugging him, and smiled sweetly to him.

Lars' forced harsh expression softened. He smiled back and put out his hand. "Sí, ¡somos amigos!" [Yeah, we're friends!]

"As of right now, I don't care who knows we're friends or not, Lars, and you shouldn't either."

"I don't care, really, and if anyone has a problem with it," he swung his fist, "I'll take care of 'em!"

She laughed again. "Nice Lars." She opened the door and stepped out of the car. "The second lunch bell will be ringing soon, so we better get to class. Want to walk to class together? Maybe before we get there, we'll think of something to do about Otto and Twister."

Lars sat there, wondering if he should take the girl up on her offer.

"Lars?"

"Aww, what the hell, I'll walk with you."

The two headed into the school, wondering why the schoolyard and walkways had been so empty. When they got in the school, and walked past the cafeteria, there was a lot of discussion going on.

"I wonder what's going on?"

"Who cares, I have to get to class before I'm late, Lars!"

"You sure are boring, Rocket Dork's sister."

"Lars!"

"Okay, okay, let's go."

Passing by the other students, both Reggie and Lars overheard, "fight," and "Josh Grody got his ass whupped."

"Whoa, did someone just say that annoying punk that used to hang around with me and my crew got beat down! This is totally awesome! I gotta check this out!"

"I thought you were going to walk me to class."

"You're on your own, chica! Besides, I have a study hall this period." Reggie hmmphed. "I know you want to know too, Reg, so I'll call you later and fill you in, unless you find out before the day is out. I should call you anyway and think of ways to talk some sense into your shrimp-o brother."

"How did you kn-"

"I can see it in your eyes, chica," he winked at her. "The Larsmeister knows these things." He waved to her. "Later, much!" The boy took off to where the crowd was.

Reggie shook her head and kept on walking. "Same old Lars," she muttered out. She decided that she'd definitely have to ask what had happened since she too was highly curious, but her Journalism class came first, and she liked her tardy-free record.

She arrived just in the knick of time, taking her seat. While the teacher called the role, she thought back to what she had said to Lars, about how she considered him a friend now. She smiled slightly. She liked the sound of that. Lars had finally grown up...
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Author's Notes

Note 01: I'm sure you all are wondering why I referenced the car Lars was driving. Well, I decided to use a Volkswagen Beetle Convertible because it just seemed to fit him. I was also inspired by mike2000's fic, Rocket Baja 500. Such an awesome fic! If you read that story, you'll full understand why I chose a Volkswagen. Thanks a lot for the inspiration, Mike. Scott also gave me some ideas. He inspired me quite a bit for this chapter. Thank you too, Scott!
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Note 02: Just thought I'd say that, I bet Lars took those CDs. I noticed him doing that in the Cinco de Twisto ep. When Twister was telling Lars about his voice being messed up, and worried about getting busted for surfing out too late the day before, Lars was stuffing CDs into his pocket.

That aside, I'm sorry I took so long to put this chapter up. The point of this chapter was to strengthen Lars and Reggie's friendship. Well, more so establish it. I wanted the two to have some kind of trust between one another so that they can move beyond being acquaintances and onto becoming genuine friends. Of course not as close as she is to Trish and Sherry or Sam and Twister, but somewhere. So, to all of you Lars x Reggie fans, I'm sorry. This story will not go in that direction, or down that road at any point, whih was made clear by Lars himself.