A/N: Well, here it is. The final instalment. It's kind of sad that it's over :( but, I have plans for another fic, it would appeal to all the Lars fans out there :) Keep an eye out! Enjoy, and please review!

It had been three weeks since Lars had spoken to Otto by the half pipe, and things hadn't improved in the slightest. Otto still wasn't speaking to Twister or Clio, and Reggie was still refusing to speak to her brother. This left Sam in the cross fire to start with, but soon he stopped hanging out with Otto as well, since all Otto did was mope. Otto had even stopped showing up to hockey practice, and games, so Clio had taken his spot.

After school one particular Wednesday, Otto stopped in at The Shack on his way home. He had actually spent a lot of time at The Shack lately. "Hey Tito," he said, as he settled in a counter seat, waving at the older man.

"Aloha, little Rocket cuz," Tito replied, smiling at Otto. "Can I get you anything?"

"There's nothing I really want here," Otto said bluntly. "Where's dad?"

"Right here, Rocket Boy," Raymundo said, walking out from the back area. "What's up?"

"Nothing," Otto sighed, spinning in his chair to face the ocean. He really wanted to go surfing, but Reggie, Twister, Clio and Sammy had been talking about going surfing on their way to school that morning.

Raymundo watched his son and frowned. He knew all about Reggie and Twister, and he knew Otto was steamed at Twister, but it was unlike the kids to fight for this long. He was worried, to say the least. "Why don't you go for a surf?" Raymundo suggested, as Otto continued to gaze out at the water.

"I'd rather not," Otto lied. "I'm going home. Later much." Otto picked up his bag and skateboard, leaving The Shack without a backwards glance.

"What can I do, Tito?" Raymundo sighed, leaning on the counter and watching his son skate away.

"Just relax, cuz. He's beginning to miss them," Tito replied knowingly, going back to his grill.

Reggie was sitting on the beach with Twister, watching as Clio and Sam rode their wave. She was beginning to miss Otto, if truth be told. She missed his arrogance, and competitiveness. Twister was great, and so were Sam and Clio, but Otto always pushed her to be better, only Twister could really keep up with her now. "You alright?" Twister asked, interrupting her thoughts as he put his arm around her.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Reggie told him, staring at her hands. "I just... I miss Otto."

"Yeah, me too," Twister admitted. "But, if he can't be ok with us, I'll get used to it," he continued, kissing her cheek. Reggie smiled and cuddled into Twister.

"Hey, dorks." Lars had made his way over from his group, and was smirking down at them.

"What do you want, Lars?" Twister asked, warily. Reggie frowned, but noticed Lars had a copy of the Zine, the issue she had distributed on her way to school that morning.

"Did you read it yet?" Reggie asked, pointing at the Zine.

"Yeah," Lars said, giving her a rare, genuine smile. "I figured I should thank you." He rolled his eyes and tried to look bored.

"No problemo," Reggie smirked. "It was more than fair."

"You can say that again," Lars sneered, his usual sarcastic demeanour back in place. "Having your vomit all over me, I'd say it wasn't even really close to fair."

"Beat it, Lars," Twister snapped, before Lars could say any more.

"Later, much," Lars smirked, walking back over to his friends.

"He's such a kook," Twister muttered, staring moodily after his brother.

"He's not that bad," Reggie smiled, kissing Twister's cheek.

"You don't have to live with him," Twister told her, but giving her a grin.

"What did Lars want?" Clio asked, walking towards them, her surfboard under her arm and Sam in tow.

"Just talking about the Zine," Reggie replied, smiling up at Clio. "I'm kind of bored," she added.

"Yeah, me too," Clio sighed. "Let's head home, I have some homework anyway."

"Who does homework?" Twister asked, pulling a face. Reggie punched him in the shoulder. "Kidding," he said innocently, flinching away from Reggie slightly, making everyone laugh.

Otto watched as Reggie, Twister and Clio said goodbye to Sam, before heading over to Twister's house. He was sitting on top of the half pipe, not skating, just thinking. His board was still inside. He sighed miserably. He was bored, he had no one to talk to. Skating and surfing didn't even have their usual appeal anymore.

Absent minded, and hours later, Otto pulled out his phone. It had been weeks since Clio had last texted him, he wished she was still texting him. He pulled up her message thread, his fingers hovering over the keys before he finally decided on what to say. It was lame, and if it had been anyone but Clio he would never have sent it, but he really did love Clio. [I miss you.]

Clio felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She sighed, wondering who would be texting her, her hopes rising a little like they always did as her mind skimmed over Otto. She scoffed at herself and checked the message. She blinked several times when she saw it was from Otto. He missed her. It made her heart clench. Oh, how she missed him. She hadn't told anyone, hadn't even let on that she might miss him, but at night she cried herself to sleep thinking of Otto Rocket. When she woke up, she always hoped it was all a bad dream, then reality would hit, and she'd cry in the shower while she got ready for school. Bottom line, she really missed Otto. But, now she knew he missed her, too.

[I miss you, too.] She sent back.

[I want to see you.] His response came fast. It made her heart race.

[Where are you?]

[Half pipe.] It was all she needed to know. She didn't worry about shoes, or her hair, or anything, she just ran down the hall, down the stairs and out the door. She met Lars at the door, and he started to ask her what she was doing, but she brushed past him without a word.

Otto saw Clio coming, and slid down the half pipe so he could meet her. She was running, and Otto did the only natural thing he could think of, opened his arms and caught her when she reached him. He held her tight, and she clung to him just as desperately. No words were spoken at first. For at least five minutes they stood there, the only sound was sniffling from Clio, who was silently crying.

"I'm so sorry," Otto murmured finally, when Clio had calmed down. "I was such a kook, Clio. I never should have let you walk out of that room."

"It doesn't matter," Clio told him, shaking her head and nuzzling into his chest. "Just promise me something."

"Anything," Otto said, giving her a squeeze.

"Never let me walk away again. This last month has been awful. I've missed you more than I even thought possible," Clio told him, starting to cry again.

"Hey, it's ok," Otto said soothingly, cupping her chin and turning her face up to his. "I promise I will never let you go," he said, kissing the tear tracks on her cheeks, "ever again. I love you."

"I love you, too," Clio chocked out.

"What was up with Clio?" Lars asked, walking into Twister's room without knocking, as always.

"Lars!" Reggie screeched, pulling the covers around herself. "Can you knock!"

"You've got a bra on, relax," Lars said, rolling his eyes.

"What do you mean?" Twister asked, looking past Reggie, who was wrapped in his quilt, at Lars.

"She literally just ran out of the front door without a word," Lars told them.

"And you think I would know, why?" Twister asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Good point, you don't know anything," Lars smirked, laughing at his own joke and turning to leave. "You know, I bet she's going to see Rocket Dork," he added, before walking away.

"Lars!" Reggie called after him. "Close the door!"

"No," he called back.

They heard him enter his own room, before Reggie moved off of Twister and went to close the door. "Jerk," Reggie muttered, coming back to the bed and dropping the covers.

"He's not that bad," Twister smirked, copying her earlier words.

"Shut up," Reggie replied, with a grin, as she sat back on the bed.

"Do you reckon she has gone to see Otto?" Twister asked.

"She might have, I know she misses him, and I know he misses her too. He talks about her in his sleep," Reggie sighed, laying next to Twister and curling into his side. "They'd still be talking if it wasn't for us."

"Hey, it's not our fault that they're both so stubborn," Twister told her, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her closer. "I just hope they can fix things," he added quietly.

"Me too," Reggie agreed.

Otto and Clio had been sitting out on the half pipe for hours, talking things over. Otto had apologised for his poor attitude, and Clio had accepted his apology. Night had fallen around them, they had heard Twister walk Reggie home a short while ago. Currently they were laying on the half pipe, Clio's head resting on Otto's chest, as they looked up at the stars. Although Otto had apologised to Clio, the topic of Reggie and Twister hadn't been brought up. Clio sighed, knowing she might cause another fight, but she needed to at least try one more time.

"Otto, what about Reggie and Maurice?" she asked timidly, listening to his heartbeat beneath her ear.

Otto sighed, and rubbed his hand over Clio's shoulder. "I don't know, Clio. I miss them, both of them, but..." he trailed off, thinking. Even if I could make them understand, they'd never forgive me. Oh, Otto had thought about their relationship, come to terms with it even. He had finally reasoned what his problem was, and Tito's "Ancient Hawaiian bullshit" had finally made sense. But, how was he supposed to make them understand? How could he ever make up for his actions?

"But?" Clio asked, propping up on her elbow and looking down at him.

"I don't think you'll understand," Otto sighed, giving her an apologetic look.

"I know, I know. Maurice is supposed to be my best bro." Clio found herself mimicking their previous arguments. She couldn't even stop herself from doing it, it just frustrated her so much.

"Exactly," Otto said softly, reaching up and placing his finger against her lips, silencing her before she got too angry. "He's supposed to be my best bro, and Reg is supposed to be my sister," he said weakly.

Realisation hit Clio. Of course! Otto was so used to having Reggie and Maurice be available to him, whenever he wanted them. "You're worried they won't have time for you, if they're together all the time," Clio stated. Otto nodded. "Oh, Otto, Maurice will always be your best bro, and Reggie has no choice in being your sister," Clio laughed, leaning down and kissing Otto's cheek.

"I know, I just messed up. I panicked, and thought they'd forget about me. I ended up pushing them away myself," Otto muttered, pulling Clio back down on his chest and holding her tightly.

"They'll understand if you just talk to them," Clio assured him.

"I wish, Clio. I was so horrible to them, I'd be surprised if Reg ever speaks to me again," Otto said flatly.

"You never know unless you try," Clio told him, nuzzling into his chest. "What's the worst that could happen?"

I tell them, and they still hate me, Otto thought to himself.

Over the next week Clio felt very stretched. She was so happy to have Otto back, but at the same time she didn't like the fact she had to choose to hang out with either Otto or everyone else. She had tried convincing Twister and Reggie to talk to Otto, but, although they were willing to listen, they refused to initiate a conversation with him. Otto was proving even more difficult, half the time Clio was too scared to push the issue with him, and when she did he flatly refused to believe it would do any good.

After having a tiresome conversation with Otto that morning, Clio flopped into her seat in Biology on Monday and sighed heavily. She had no idea what she was going to do. "What's up, Clio?" Sam asked, looking at her concerned.

"Otto," she sighed, waving her hand dismissively.

"Still not getting anywhere then?" Sam asked, frowning. They had to do something soon. He couldn't stand the situation any more than Clio could.

"Nope, it's harder than pulling teeth," she summarised.

"We need to do something," Sam sighed.

"I know, but it's so hard to get them together. I've tried," she told him, shaking her head.

"But," Sam started, with a smile, "we haven't tried together."

"No, we haven't, but I don't see how it would make a difference," Clio frowned.

"Well, as far as Reg and Twist are concerned, I haven't been speaking to Otto, so if I say I want to hit Mad Town, they'll go without thinking about it," Sam told her. "All you have to do is make sure Otto's there."

"I don't know if this will work," Clio sighed. "But, I'm willing to try anything right now."

"Have a little faith," Sam smiled. "It can't get any worse."

Sam and Clio agreed that after school they would talk their friends into going to The Shack, since they would have the support of Raymundo and Tito when their friends came face to face. It wasn't much of a plan, but it was a plan none the less. So, walking home, Clio told Otto she really felt like a strawberry shake, and he agreed to stop in at The Shack.

"Hey dad," Otto said, as Clio took a seat at the counter.

"Hey Rocket Boy," Raymundo replied, waving at his son.

"Tito, can I please have a strawberry shake?" Clio asked politely.

"Of course, little cuz," Tito smiled, setting about making it for her.

"I have to use the bathroom," Otto told Clio, kissing her cheek before he walked around the back.

"Hey, Raymundo," Clio said quietly, waving him over.

"What's up?" he asked, copying her quiet tone, sensing something was up.

"Reggie and Twister will be here soon. Sam and I need your help, we need them to sort this out," Clio murmured seriously. "Don't let them leave when they see us."

"Can do," Raymundo replied with a nod. "About time they sorted their issues out."

"Thanks, Raymundo," Clio smiled, as Tito placed her shake in front of her. "And thank you, Tito!"

"Hey, Clio," Twister's happy voice floated over. Clio turned in her seat and found Twister and Sam walking happily towards her. Reggie, however, had stopped the moment her eyes fell on Clio.

"What's going on?" she asked sharply, her eyes falling on Sam.

Sam seemed to shrink away from her gaze, so Clio cleared her throat, catching Reggie's attention. "Actually, Regina, Sam and I," Sam made a wimpering kind of noise at his name, as though he wished Clio wouldn't bring him into this. "Sam and I think it's about time that you, Maurice and Otto sorted things out, once and for all."

"What are you talking about?" Twister asked, looking between his cousin and girlfriend, a confused expression on his face.

"What's all the noise ab-" Otto stopped short, standing by the counter. He had spotted Twister and Reggie. His eyes glanced quickly over Twister's confused expression, and settled instead on Reggie's harsh eyes.

"Otto, don't freak out, please," Clio said quickly, rising from her seat and rushing over to him.

"Sam," Reggie snarled, her eyes locking on Sam, who was cowering. "Did you really think this would work?"

"I-I-"

"Yeah, Sammy," Twister frowned, finally cottoning on. He looked at Reggie and she nodded, turning away from the Shack.

"Wait!" everyone was surprised by the meek tone of Otto's voice. Twister and Reggie turned back, Twister looking surprised, Reggie looking mutinous. "Maybe we should... try to work this out."

"Good idea, Rocket Boy," Raymundo said gently, watching the scene unfold, and feeling proud of his son.

"Work this out?" Reggie seethed, glaring at Otto. "Maybe if you weren't such a jerk there wouldn't be anything to work out!"

"Rocket Girl," Raymundo warned, watching Otto shift under his sister's unrelenting gaze.

"No, dad, it's ok," Otto sighed. "Reg, you're right. I was a total jerk to you and Twister, but I'm really sorry."

"I don't care, Otto," Reggie snapped.

"Regina, just hear him out," Clio snapped back, glaring at Reggie.

"Why? Why should I?" Reggie demanded.

"You probably shouldn't," Otto sighed, giving her a pleading look. "I wish you would, though."

Reggie looked around at everyone, they all looked back at her with that expectant expression. They all, even Twister, wanted her to hear Otto out. "Fine!" she finally hissed, crossing her arms over her chest defiantly. "Tell me why you've been a mega jerk."

Otto took a deep breath, and looked between Reggie and Twister. "Because, I've been really selfish," he started, earning a snort from Reggie and a half smirk from Twister. "Twister, you've always been my best bro, since I can remember. It was always you and me, one two finish. I just couldn't get my head around sharing you with my sister, and I know I was way out of line. I should have known that you'd always be my best bro, and I should have considered it lucky that you fell for my sister, because at least she won't try to come between us. Can you forgive me, bro?"

Twister looked at the hand Otto had extended for a woogie. He considered for a moment, before grinning. "Of course, Otto-man," Twister replied, meeting Otto's hand with his own for the woogie. "Just promise you won't wig out like that again."

"No problemo, bro," Otto beamed. Reggie cleared her throat impatiently, and Otto looked at her, sighing heavily. "Reg," he started weakly, "I don't think anything I say can make up for how much of a jerk I've been to you."

"You've got that right," Reggie said coolly.

"Reg, you've always been there for me. You're the best sister a guy could ever have. I know I'm lucky to have you looking out for me, and I was scared that with Twister around you'd forget to look out for me like you always do. That was really dumb," Otto said guiltily. "But, what was worse was the horrible things I said to you. Reg, I didn't mean any of what I said, I was scared, and stupid. I didn't want to lose my big sister, but I didn't know what else to do," Otto choked out the last part. He looked down at his shoes, unable to hold Reggie's gaze any longer, and hastily wiped away the tears that had formed in his eyes.

Reggie watched her brother as he put his heart on the table for her. Her eyes softened as he spoke, and when he had wiped away his tears she thought she might cry too. "Otto," she sighed, causing his eyes to jump back to hers. "I forgive you."

"Really?" Otto asked uncertainly, but looking hopeful.

"Yes," Reggie said softly. Otto crossed the distance between them in three long strides, wrapping his arms around her in a bone crushing hug. It was then that Reggie's eyes prickled with tears, and the flood gates opened. "Never do that again," she mumbled, holding tight to Otto.

"I promise I won't," Otto told her, pulling away finally.

"I told you this would work," Sam grinned at Clio, earning a glare and causing everyone to laugh.

Four months later Twister and Reggie were still happily together, Otto and Clio were also still together and Sam was receiving flirtatious text messages from Trish. The five of them were sitting on the benches at Mad Town, having a fun Saturday afternoon. "Hey, I haven't seen Trent in ages," Clio mused, as they joked about Trent's group of friends, who were lurking near by.

"Oh, he moved," Otto said slyly.

"What do you mean 'moved'?" Reggie asked, placing air quotes around her words and quirking a brow.

"Well, I told Conroy about him drugging you, and I knew you wouldn't press charges," he said quickly, noticing the dangerous flash in Reggie's eyes. "So, Conroy called his mum, and from what I heard she was so mad that she sent him back to New Zealand to live with his dad."

"Wow," Reggie said, looking surprised. "I hadn't even really noticed he was gone."

"Of course you hadn't," Clio smirked. "You're always too busy sucking face with Maurice."

"Shut up," Twister mumbled, both he and Reggie blushing.

"So, how will this work next year?" Sam asked suddenly.

"What do you mean?" Twister asked, frowning.

"Well, if we're all off to college," Sam said, indicating to himself, Reggie and Clio. "How will your relationships work?"

"Distance won't be a problem, will it Clio?" Otto said, confidently, placing a kiss on Clio's cheek.

"No, it won't be," Clio agreed happily.

"Well, what about you guys?" Sam asked, looking at Twister and Reggie. Twister looked uncomfortable, it was obviously a thought he had considered, too.

"Funny you should ask," Reggie smirked. "I don't think I'll be going to college just yet."

"Why not?" Otto asked, everyone looking confused.

"Well, I know this guy, he's just been signed in this sports league, and he wants me to be his publicity manager. Oh, and he wants to fund me to start my own Hockey Zine," Reggie smiled, shrugging. "It's not a big deal."

"Who is it?" Twister asked, frowning.

"Lars got signed by the NHL? No way, that's awesome!" Otto said, highly impressed.

"Yeah, he did," Reggie beamed.

"Reg, that's so awesome!" Sam praised.

"I know," Reggie replied, laughing at the shocked looks on Clio and Twister's faces. "I guess doing that story on his team really paid off, for both of us."

"Yeah, I guess it did," Clio breathed, still looking shocked.

"I can't believe Lars didn't tell us," Twister exclaimed, getting to his feet.

"Twist, what are you doing?" Reggie asked, laughing.

"I'm going to find Lars," Twister responded, jogging away.

"Twister," Reggie called, also getting to her feet. "Twister, wait!" She ran after him, catching up to him and clasping his hand in hers. They left the skate park together, their friends watching with amusement. Things would work out just fine for everyone.

A/N: Well, that's it. Done. Finished. Thanks for all the support, reviews and love. I appreciate it sooooo much! Love you guys.