By the time school had ended, Sam and Twister had gotten the update that something had happened between Reggie and Otto, but they hadn't heard any details. Twister walked out of the school, spotting Reggie ahead and running to catch up with her. For a minute, they walked next to each other without saying anything. He could tell she was in a bad mood.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked.

"No. I don't even want to think about it right now."

"Do you want me to take you somewhere? Get your mind off of it? We could go to Madtown or the beach or the Shack," Twister suggested.

"No," Reggie snapped.

"I could take you home?"

"I can't be home right now. I can't be anywhere that I might run into him. I need to get my mind off of it."

"We could go to my house?"

"Yeah. Your house would be good."

They walked back to Twister's house, neither one of them saying a word.

"Do you want a soda or something?" he asked, opening the fridge and grabbing a coke for himself.

"Coke for me too," she said as he reached for another.

She sat down and opened the lid, only to have it explode all over her.

"Damn it! Today really just sucks, doesn't it?" Reggie grunted in defeat.

"Oh man, I'm so sorry!" Twister said, getting up to grab some paper towels before yelling, "Lars!"

Lars walked down, laughing. "At least if it didn't get the loser I was aiming for, it still got a loser."

"Back off, Lars!" Twister barked at him.

"Oh, and what are you going to do?" Lars replied in a baby voice. "Beat me up? Go cry to Mommy?"

"Maybe I will. And while I'm at it, I can tell her who slammed me into the cabinet last month, breaking her favorite China."

"Uh, no need to do that. Everything's fine. See?" He grabbed another paper towel and handed it to Reggie. "Just a little spilled coke. No harm done. Later!" he said running up the stairs.

"Much," Twister mumbled to himself, walking over to Reggie. "Sorry about him. And about your shirt. I can go grab you a dry one if you want."

"Yeah, that would be good. Do you care if I use your shower too? I'm sticky now and it got all in my hair too."

"Yeah, no problemo," Twister replied, walking her up and grabbing a blue t-shirt out of his closet. He walked her to the bathroom and handed her a clean towel and the shirt.


"Hey," Twister said as she walked into the kitchen. "I'm making us grilled cheeses. Is that cool with you?"

"That sounds perfect," Reggie said with a smile as she took a seat. If there was one food Twister had mastered, it was grilled cheeses. It was pretty much all ever he did make. The gang all loved them. They were the best in Ocean Shores.

After they ate, they went to the couch, flipping through channels until they settled on a surf competition. Lars walked in and hopped over the couch, grabbing the remote from Twister and changing the channel.

"Beat it, Lars," Twister told him.

"Try and make me," Lars growled at Twister.

"Ugh, come on Reg, let's go watch tv in my room."

The two walked upstairs and Twister stood awkwardly in his room, unsure of what to do. He looked over at his desk, where a pile of movies were stacked.

"Um, do you wanna watch a movie?" he asked.


They walked over and Reggie picked out out, taking a seat on his bed.

"Sorry I don't have much furniture or anything," Twister said sheepishly as he made his way to the bed after putting the movie in.

"It's okay," she replied, scooting over to make room for him to sit.

Somewhere in the middle of the movie, Reggie fell asleep. While she slept, she adjusted herself until she was using Twister as a pillow. Her head and arm rested on his chest. He could feel the dampness of her hair, but he didn't mind. He didn't know what to do, but he was feeling very content. He squirmed his arm out from under her, wrapping it around her and stroking her arm with his thumb. He wasn't even paying attention to the movie anymore. He was happy to just watch her sleep.

When Reggie woke up, she felt safe and warm. She squinted her eyes open, wondering if Twister was awake or not, but not daring to turn her head to check. She liked the position she was in. It was comforting to her. She liked being able to feel the slow rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. She could feel his heart beating. She could see his arm and she studied it, noticing scars and freckles and the bend of his elbow, making her way up and seeing part of his bicep muscle until it was cut off by his shirt. For some reason, she wanted to reach out and touch his arm and feel his skin, but she kept her hand on his chest.

"Reg?" he said quietly. She must have moved without realizing it. She quickly shut her eyes and adjusted her breathing. She didn't want him to know she was awake. She just wanted to keep laying there for as long as possible. She felt his chest move as he took a breath and released it. Then she felt his other hand move to her head as he stroked her hair. "I wish it could be like this all the time," he said, barely loud enough for her to even hear. She stayed still as her mind raced.

At some point, the two had both fallen asleep until they were woken up by the sound of Twister's mom coming upstairs and yelling at him. "Maurice! How many times have I told you to wash the dishes after you-" Sandy opened his door and was taken aback. Reggie and Twister parted quickly. "Oh, Reggie. Hello. Maurice, may I have a word?" Twister hopped off the bed and stepped into the hallway with his mother.

"What are the two of you doing asleep in your bed? Was that your shirt she was wearing?"

"We were watching a movie; we just fell asleep. It's Lars' fault! He wouldn't let us use the tv! And he shook up the coke again before he put it in the fridge and it got all over Reggie when she opened it," Twister replied.

"Mi hijo, I know you like Reggie, but-"

"Mom!" Twister exclaimed, hushing her, "quiet! She'll hear you!"

"Oh, honey," she smiled, shaking her head. "You just need to think a little sometimes."

"Mom, she was having an awful day. She and Otto got into a huge fight and she didn't want to be around him. Then Lars came in and he-"

"I know, mi hijo. Your brother can be a handful. And I think that was very sweet of you to be there for Reggie, but I think it's probably time she goes home. It's getting late."

"It's only 9:30," Twister objected. "Okay," he conceded after receiving a stern look from his mother.

"Hey, Reg," he said, walking into the room. "My mom said I should probably be getting you back home if that's okay."

"Yeah, of course," she replied, hopping off the bed. Reggie saw Sandy as they reached the bottom of the stairs. "Goodnight, Mrs. Rodriguez."

"Buenos noches, Reggie. It's nice to see you."

"You too," she replied as Twister opened the door for her.

Neither of them said anything for a little while after they stepped outside, until Reggie quietly said, "thanks."

"For what?" Twister asked.

"I don't know, for everything, I guess. For letting me borrow your shirt and making me a grilled cheese and I don't know, just... thanks," Reggie blushed. "I really appreciate you always being there for me."

"You're welcome," Twister replied, also blushing as they arrived at her house.

Once they reached the doorstep, Reggie gave Twister a hug. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and holding her for longer than he knew he should. She didn't care, she felt safe in his arms. She closed her eyes, breathing in his scent.

"Goodnight, Twister," Reggie said when they pulled apart.

"Night, Reg."