Reggie woke up in a very bad mood the next day. She went downstairs and her dad was in the kitchen making breakfast.

"Morning, Rocket Girl!" he said in a chipper voice. "What would you like? Eggs, bacon, hash browns?"

"I'm not hungry," she grunted.

"You? Not hungry? Since when?" Otto asked as he stuffed his mouth with pancakes.

"Back off, Otto," she said warningly.

"Someone's on their period," he mumbled.

"Someone's seriously pissing me off," she shot back.

"Hey!" Raymundo shouted. "Otto, that was uncalled for! Reggie, I think you need a serious attitude adjustment."

"It's not my fault Otto's a jerk," she crossed her arms.

"Well, it's not my fault that Reggie's having mood swings."

"Stop," Raymundo said firmly. "I don't want to hear it. Now I took off work this morning to have a nice family breakfast. Reggie, I don't know what has gotten into you but I don't like it. Now you don't have to eat, but I don't wanna see this side of you anymore."

"Yeah, or you'll scare off Sam and Twist," Otto added.

"What?" she asked trying to register what he had just said.

"Did you by any chance tell them I was making breakfast?" Raymundo asked.

"Yeah, they're on their way over now," Otto said with his mouth full.

Reggie suddenly became overwhelmed with emotions. She was still angry. She regretted telling Sam about it. She still felt guilty about Twister and confused about what to do. She didn't want to see either of them.

"I'm gonna go take a shower," she said, walking away.

She spent a lot more time in the shower than she usually would have. She was avoiding the guys and thinking about everything as the hot water washed over her. She was able to get to her room without being seen and spent awhile distracting herself with the zine. She was getting hungry and regretting skipping breakfast. Maybe the guys had left. She opened her bedroom door and looked around, not seeing anyone. As she approached the kitchen, she looked around behind her and didn't see Twister coming from the corner on her left.

"Twister, I was just—"

"Avoiding me?" he finished. "Yeah, I kind of picked up on that."

"I just wasn't really in the mood to be around anyone."

"Listen, I'm sorry about last night," he started. "After we kissed, I was sort of... all in. And it's just been hard to take a step back from that. But I'm working on it."

"I never wanted to hurt you," she said.

"I know," she could hear the slight hurt still in his voice. "So... friends?"

"Friends," she confirmed.

He nodded. "Well, I think Otto was talking about wanting to go surfing. Are you in?"

"Sounds great."

As they rode their bikes to the beach, Reggie let Otto and Twister go ahead so she could talk to Sam.

"So, Twister and I talked and everything's good now," she told him happily once they were out of earshot.

"Really?" She could hear the excitement in his voice. "Reggie, that's awesome."

She could tell where he thought this was going. "Right. So we've decided that we can just stay friends and it won't be weird or anything."


"Yeah. And I wanted to apologize for getting so upset yesterday. I know you were just trying to help. But I'm glad things can just go back to normal now."

"Right," Sam said, clearly unconvinced. "Well, if that's what you both want, I'm happy you worked it out."

Surfing was good. It felt like they had at least taken a step to getting back to normal. It was better than it had been last week at least. She could tell Twister was really trying with the friendship thing. She had some things she was going to have to get used to, such as the new lack of playful teasing. She never really realized before that it had been bordering on flirty. She missed it, but she was really appreciative of how much Twister was trying even though she knew it was really hard for him. She didn't want to start any either; she didn't want to give any mixed signals. Touch was another thing. It's not like they had been super touchy friends, but now the lack of any sort of physical contact was extremely apparent.