Okie-dokie, here's another. Um… it's longer than the others but, whatever. Remember, I own nothing but my ideas.

Because You're Twister

"You ever think about it?" Sam asked one evening while he skated around the cul-de-sac with Twister.

"No," Twister answered, knowing what he was talking about. He grinded on the curb for a moment before pulling back. "When Otto say they'd be back?"

Sam glanced at his watch, he frowned at the time. "He said seven, but it's going on eight."

"Reggie said they might stay longer."

"Oh, Reggie didn't tell me that." He gave Twister an odd look. "Reggie doesn't tell me nearly as much as she tells you."

Twister chewed on his lip for a moment. He knew where Sam was going with this, he just didn't really want to go there. "I know," was his final reply.

"Twist-"

"Dude, we talk," he snapped, skating right up to Sam's face. Over the years Sam had surely grown, but so had Twister and was still just a couple inches taller than the boy from Kansas. He wasn't trying to stare him down, just trying to get him to shut up. "We talk about what's what. That's all."

"She ran to you crying when she got her first detention like it was the end of the world and you could solve it." Sam thought for a moment before adding. "And if I remember correctly, you then got detention just so you could be there for her."

Twister rolled his eyes before promptly sitting on the curb and began taking off his blades. "So what?" Was his only rebuttal.

"Just saying, you're her number one guy. And from what you've told me-"

"That you swore you'd never tell anyone."

"Is that she's your number one girl." He sat down next to the obviously annoyed boy. "Look, you've had a crush on her since you were thirteen and finally realized that girls weren't icky. She confides in you her deepest darkest secrets and you've done the same. You admire her. You look at her like she's the reason you wake up in morning, like you wouldn't believe the sun could rise if she wasn't here."

"Do not."

"I've seen it. You try so hard to hide it, and you do do a good job at it most the time. I wish you'd just tell her how you feel. I'm sure she feels the same way."

Twister gave Sam a curious look. "What have you heard."

Sam pushed himself up as the Ray's car went by them. "Nothing from her, but Otto makes his comment now and then about how she always asks about you. He said something like, the way she's always asking about him, whether it be because he got in trouble, hurt, or she hadn't seen him in a day, makes me wonder if my best bro will one day actually be my bro."

"Really?"

Sam shrugged while Twister stood up. They both waved as the Rocket family waved back and then headed into the house. Sam did notice how Reggie's eyes seem to be smiling at Twister.

"Yea, but when I asked him if he would be okay with that, he told me he'd break you're face before he saw that happen."

"Oh."

"Yea, oh." Sam glanced at his watch again. "I gotta get home so I can finish my program before the sun rises." He noticed the door open again to the Rocket house and Reggie stepped out. "If you don't tell her, then don't. But I'm just gonna keep pestering you until you do."

He watched as Sam rolled the twenty feet to his house before looking down at his shoes. Maybe the Squid was right about it, he usually was with everything else in life. Lucky him for being a genius. He became so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't realized he was no longer alone. He knew he felt warmth, a kind, loving warmth, but he didn't care until he heard a throat cleared.

Twister glanced up at Reggie, a small smile playing on his face. His fingers began to play with each other as his nerves seemed to get the best of him. He couldn't help the way she made the billion butterflies go nuts whenever he saw or even thought of her.

"Hey Twister," she sat down in front of him and looked at him, he wasn't sure why, as if she was waiting for him to tell her something important. Seeing that he wasn't going to say anything unless encouraged, she went on. "So I can't wait for next year when I'm a senior, you'll be a junior you know." Why she went with that topic, she didn't know, but it was something he could at least keep up with. "I can't wait."

His fingers finally stopped and he let them fall to his side. A look of mixed sadness and confusion came upon him. "Why?" He simply asked.

Her smile was so bright, even if he felt like he had asked the dumbest question ever, she didn't seem to care. What would he do without her? She was the only one in his life when things were bad and he couldn't explain it easily, she stayed until he could clear it up for himself. She helped him. She guided him. She was better than anyone else in the world with such a pure heart he wasn't sure if he'd survive without him. And always, even when things weren't that great for her, that smile was so beautifully optimistic and there for him.

"Well," she started, patting the spot on the curb next to him. He regretfully sat down, to look at her he had to turn his head, when he looked straight at her he felt like he caught everything. Like her eyes were only made to look at him.

"You'll finally get to apply for colleges. I'll be getting ready to leave for college." Even though the smile was there, he felt a pang of hurt in her voice. "You can finally go to prom," she ignored his snort, "I hated it this year. I went with Trent and I think we only took pictures before we went our separate ways." She laughed softly to herself. "I ended up dancing with Lars, of all people. That was the night I learned he knew how to dance." Slowly she reached out and took hold of Twister's hand. "He started blabbering about his feelings towards the end. Told me he had a huge crush on me."

Twister felt a wave on anger wash over him. Of course his brother would say that. Of course he'd want what Twister wanted. Of course he'd say that on a night when it was meant of couples to be lovey-dovey couples and hope to catch the same.

"Twist? You okay?" He hadn't realized he'd stopped looking at her and was staring at their hands, they'd become intertwined.

He would've thought it cute had he not been pissed off.

"He said that?" Finally, after a moment of silence, he slowly looked up at her. Why was she still smiling? Why were her eyes trying to convince him that everything was going to be okay. Of course it wasn't. She probably liked Lars, she did back when she was thirteen, him twelve. She still had to. He was smarter than Twister, stronger, braver, and Sherri had mention the oldest also being the cutest.

"Yea, but I told him to get a reality check."

His heart skipped a beat. He was suddenly taking a few deep breaths before asking. "Why?"

She seemed taken back by the question. They let the silence take over as the sun began to set, finally she gave his hand a hopeful squeeze. "Because I told him I'm into someone else."

Her words were a whisper, he almost thought he hadn't heard them at all. But she had said it. She was in to someone else. But who? Sam? Maybe still Trent? Animal?

"Twister?" He had been staring at her again. He cursed her beauty mentally, too captivating not to look away.

"What?"

"Grow a brain Maurice, I'm talking about you." She let go of his hand while he gripped hers firmly, not letting her go. He was in shock, but he also knew she was about to walk away, had to keep her there until reality set in.

So that was why after prom Lars had beat him up. That was why Lars had told him that he was to blame for everything. How he couldn't be anyone while there was a baby brother in the way. Twister found it funny now, because at the time he'd thought Lars had just been an angry drunk. Now it was the best moment of his life.

"Me?" Twister finally asked. He took off his hat with his free hand, letting his shaggy, sun bleached hair free. He didn't know why he did it. Well, actually he thought it made him look a little cooler at the moment. "Why me Reg?"

"Because you're Twister."

He rolled his eyes. "That's exactly why I ask why."

"Because you're my best friend. You're the only guy I like being around…" a sly smile played on her lips. "You're cute, athletic, and so passionate about your art that I can't help buy feeling the same, about you though. Twister you think you're dumb, I know you're not. But even if you were, I wouldn't care. I like you, have liked you since I was fourteenish."

"Really?" She nodded. "You really really think that about me?"

She laughed before kissing him on the cheek. "I think the world of you Twister. You're my-"

"Soul mate?"

"Equal, Twister, you're my equal."

He groaned, "Please don't talk about math."

A/N: Yea… I didn't know how to end it four years ago and I don't know how now, but this seems fine enough.

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