"So, hows Reggie?" Twister asked tentatively a few days later.

Otto and Sam stopped skating and looked at each other.

Sam was the one who answered. "Well, she's got her memory back."

Twister could tell from his tone that something was still wrong. "She still hates me."

"No," sam tried to find the right words but Otto jumped in.

"She just said she's like completely mortified and can't ever talk to you again."

"What?" he asked in a panicked tone.

"Chill, dude," Otto said, not seeming to hold any resentment towards Twister. "This'll blow over and everything will get back to normal soon."

"Oh, man! I've already ruined any shot I had with her and now we can't even be friends anymore?"

"Dude, she'll get over it."

"Otto, can't you at least try to have a little sympathy?" Sam gave him an annoyed look.

"She'll over it. I don't see why she needs me to be sympathetic just because she's embarrassed about thinking she was dating Twister."

Twister felt even worse hearing that that was the reason she was embarrassed but Sam continued.

"Not for her, for him."

Otto looked confused for a second then looked towards Twister. "Twister? Why?"

"Because he likes her!"

Otto's face switched from confused to angry. "Wait, you said you guys weren't ever really dating."

"We weren't!" Twister defended.

Otto's anger dissipated. "But you are legit into her?"

"Are you gonna try to pound me if I say yes?"

"No, dude. I was only mad that you guys were sneaking around behind my back."

"But we weren't!"

Otto continued. "If you like her and we know she likes you, let's just get you guys together."

"And you'd be cool with that?" Twister asked tentatively.

"Yeah, dude, you're like my best bro," Otto said, brushing off the previous anger he had towards them being together. "Plus you two would so owe me."

"And how to you propose we go about this?" Sam looked skeptical.

"Easy. My dad wants someone to be with Reggie tomorrow when he goes back to work, so I'll tell him I'll stay with her and then you guys come over and we'll just leave them in a room together."

"I don't know," Twister hesitated. "If she never wants to talk to me again, maybe this is a bad idea."

"Dude," Otto gave him a look. "When have I ever steered you wrong?"

Twister could think of plenty of times but he didn't say anything.

Sam shrugged. "I guess it's worth a shot.

O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O

Twister felt the tension as soon as he walked into the living room. Reggie looked wide-eyed at him and then glared at Otto, grabbing his arm and taking him into the other room. Twister couldn't see them and they were talking in hushed tones but he could still hear.

"What is he doing here?"

"Hanging with us, what do you think?"

"I tell you I can't face him and you bring him here?" she sounded angry.

"Chill, Reg. You're totally overreacting."

"Otto!" she whisper-yelled as he walked back into the living room.

"Maybe this was a bad idea," Twister commented.

"She'll be fine," Otto brushed it off before Reggie came back into the room, ignoring them as she picked up the remote and turned on the tv.

They all watched silently until Sam came in and Otto immediately sprung up.

"Cool, Squid, you're here. We can go run that errand now and Twister can stay and watch Reggie."

"Errand?" Reggie repeated sharply, giving Otto a warning look.

"Be back soon," Otto responded, quickly dragging Sam out the door with him.

Neither of them spoke for a while. After their last conversation, Twister didn't feel like he should be the one to break the silence.

After what felt like forever, Reggie shrugged and said. "I'm sorry. About... everything."

"Me too."

"I don't want things to be weird between us."

"Me neither," he agreed. "So, do you want to..."

He was trying to figure out the best approach for asking her out but she finished his sentence before he could. "Forget this ever happened?"

"Yeah, exactly," he tried to sound like that was what he had planned to say too but he didn't think he sounded very convincing. He racked his mind for a new subject. "So, um, hows your head feeling?"

"Not that bad right now," she shrugged her shoulder. "I took some ibuprofen like an hour ago, so..."

"How long do you think before you're allowed to skate again?"

"I don't know. My dad's being really overprotective. He doesn't think I can do anything on my own anymore. He even asked Otto to stay with me today... which you already know."

Thankfully, the strained conversation didn't last too much longer before Otto and Sam came back and Otto started bragging about how he knew his plan would work.