First off I want to thank all of you that review because you guys are awesome and I'm glad you're enjoying these. Secondly, there is cussing in this chapter, you've been warned! And lastly, here's chapter eight enjoy!

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This Dance (Otto's POV)

I watched the two of them the entire night, both staring at the other when they thought nobody was looking. Finally after hearing Twister sigh for the tenth time that night I decided to intervene.

"Why don't you go ask her to dance?" I suggested, nodding my head in the direction he'd been gazing at for the last hour.

"Reggie? You want me to ask Reggie to dance?" He asked surprised.

"Why not?" I replied.

He shifted in his seat nervously, unable to come up with anything to say back.

"Dude, I know you're in love with her." I admitted.

"You do?" He shrieked, swallowing nervously. "And you're not mad?" He asked sounding hopeful.

"I was at first. I mean she's my sister; you guys are my best buds. I didn't want anything to get in the way of that. But I see the way you guys look at each other and I realized I was just being selfish. I don't want to be the reason you guys don't get together." I confessed, finding it easy and quite a relief to finally get that off of my chest.

"Really?" He asked astonished. "I always thought you'd hate me if you ever found out and want to kick my ass."

"Only if you hurt her. Then I won't hesitate to." I grinned, laughing at the way his face paled.

He got up ready to take my advice. "Thanks man."

"Yeah, yeah, go get the girl." I replied shaking my head.

I watched him walk over to her and extend her his arm which she gladly accepted if the huge smile on her face was any indication. He twirled her around the room until they came to a stop in the middle of the dance floor. I saw him tilt his head towards her and had to look away.

"What are you smiling about?" Trish asked coming out of nowhere to sit beside me. I pointed out Twister and Reggie happy to know I had a small part in that happening, not preventing it.

"They are pretty cute." She smiled with me.

"Not as cute as you." I told her, turning away from the duo to give her my full attention. Reggie and Twister weren't going to be the only ones falling in love tonight.

I Now Pronounce You (Twister's POV)

The gang was gathered at the Shack celebrating the fact that all of us had finally graduated from high school. We were playing a game of questions, trying to predict what would happen to us all in the future.

"Which of the four of us do you think will be the last to get married?" Reggie asked directing it towards the original fantastic four, Otto, Sammy, and I. Herself included.

"Uh, Sammy duh." I replied right away which made her happy. "Wait why are you smiling?"

"Dude, you basically said you were going to marry her." Otto chuckled tossing a fry in his mouth.

"What! No I didn't." I yelped panicked. It wasn't that I didn't like the idea of marrying Reggie it was just, I literally just graduated from high school.

"You kind of did." Sammy agreed. "You said I would be the last to get married and since you're dating Reggie, unless you plan on breaking up with her you're going to marry her."

I hated when Sammy was right. And he was always right.

"Okay, I got one. Which of you four do you think will be the first to get married?" Sherry asked, turning the question around. All heads in the room looked over at me, including Reggie.

"What?" I felt my face making sure I didn't have ketchup or something on it.

"Well since you two make up half the group the odds are in your favor." Sammy pointed out.

"Can we go back to questions like who has the biggest feet?" I begged wanting to get the center of attention off of me.

"Again you, you clown." Clio teased.

"Fine. Which of you girls has the longest hair?" I offered.

Otto rolled his eyes. "Lame."

"Whatever man, I'm going to get a refill anyone else want anything?" I asked. Hands flew up as orders came out of their mouths. "I only have two hands!"

Grinning Reggie got up with me. "Come on I'll help you." She took my hand leading me behind the counter.

"You know, someday I do plan on marrying you." I confessed to her now that we were alone.

"Twist you don't have to say that I'm not angry." She laughed, not realizing the truth behind what I said.

"I mean it." I replied, making her stop to look at me.

"Really?" She asked stunned.

I nodded my head yes. "Yeah. I imagine us growing old together all the time. We're the favorite grandparents."

"Is that so?" She question still surprised.

"Yup. You don't find that weird do you?" I asked her worried she would.

"Not at all I think it's really sweet that you think that far ahead in our lives." She assured me closing the gap between us to wrap her arms around my neck.

"I just know I won't be happy with my life if you're not in it." I told her, looking her directly in the eyes.

"Well I plan on sticking around for a while. Forever good enough for you?" She smiled biting her lower lip.

"Forever." I agreed, sealing it with a kiss.

Different Side of Lars (Reggie's POV)

I ran into Lars as I was attempting to escape the Rodriguez house, trying to put as much distance between me and the youngest as I could.

"Oomph!" We collided with each other knocking foreheads.

"Watch it Rocket girl, what's the rush?" He steadied me, catching me before I could fall. "Hey are you okay?" He questioned once he got a good look at my face. No doubt seeing the unshed tears held in my eyes.

"I'm fine." I growled, blinking back the evidence contradicting what I said.

He scoffed not buying it. "Do I need to go pound on my idiot little brother?" He asked seriously offering to.

I shook my head immediately. "No." I could tell he thought differently as he shifted on his feet, itching to go make some face to fist contact with Twister's face and his fist.

"Walk me home." I told him rather than suggested, hoping to buy Twister some time.

"You live across the street." He stated looking at me blankly.

"Humor me." I shrugged. He sighed but followed me anyway.

"You know I'm just going to turn around and whomp him later." He replied taking steps beside me.

"No you won't." I ordered, stopping him by the elbow to plead with him. "Lars, promise me you won't."

He thought about it before replying. "Only if you tell me what's wrong."

I should have seen that one coming but it caught me off guard. "It's nothing, really. Besides, when do you care?" I countered suddenly defensive. I didn't want to tell him what happened, I was embarrassed enough already. I wanted to go home, crawl into my bed and pretend this day never occurred.

He looked at me suspiciously. Not liking whatever it was he saw he started shouting. "Son of a bitch! I'm going to kill that little twerp!" He raged turning on his heels back in the direction of his house.

"Lars, whatever it is you think Twister did he didn't." I chased after him, trying to reason with him.

"I know what the little marrano* did. Even after years of our mother drilling it in our heads not to."

"What are you talking about?"

"Always treat a woman with respect. Always. He tried something on you didn't he?" He asked his mind already made up.

"You think that he, that Twister? No! No, no, no! He's always a gentleman." I assured him while mumbling under my breath, "Sometimes too much."

He froze and I realized I had said too much. Of course he had to overhear. "Christ that's what you're mad about isn't it? The fact that he hasn't or won't I'm guessing, try anything?" He realized.

My face turned a whole new shade of red than I thought possible. I just confessed to my boyfriend's brother that I was mad at said boyfriend for not putting out, taking our relationship to the next level. And I thought I was embarrassed before. Nothing could be worse than what I was feeling now.

"I really wish you hadn't overheard that. Actually I wish I never said that." I groaned hiding my face in my hands.

"Relax Reggie I won't say anything." He promised, brightening my mood a little bit. That feeling went away quickly however when he opened his mouth to continue. "He wants to you know. The wall between our rooms isn't that thick and-"

"Lars!" I cut him off before he could say anything further.

Chuckling he went on. "I'm just trying to tell you he wants you too, but he's too chicken shit to do anything about it with you. Instead he opts for his ha-"

"Lars!" I begged him not to go on.

"Okay I'll stop teasing you. Just try talking to the dork. He won't say anything because he's too worried about disrespecting you or you rejecting him. Believe me though, you tell him you want to and you'll make his day, his life." He informed me.

I smiled realizing he was trying to be helpful. Some of what he said even was. "Thanks Lars."

"No problem Rocket. But listen, if you do, do that, always make him wear a condom and don't let Rocket Dork find out." He advised.

"You may not want to admit it but you do care about your brother." I smiled confidently.

"My brother? I'm looking out for you. Who knows what kind of diseases the twisted ones carrying." He sneered.

"You love your brother, you love your brother!" I chanted turning around to finish the walk home.

"If you tell anyone I swear I'll whomp him so hard he won't be able to do anything for a month." He threatened.

"Sure you will Lars." I smiled, my mood uplifted from earlier. I'd have to call Twister later to apologize for running away but for now I just wanted to bask in the new side of Lars I discovered.

Better (Reggie's POV)

(Continuation to chapter fives 'I Can Do Better'.

"Where are they? Did Reggie sound happy to you when you talked to her?" I asked pacing the room.

"I don't know, she sounded like herself." Otto shrugged not caring one way or the other.

"Do you think she made the team? What if one of them did and the other didn't?" I questioned, anticipating a fight.

"Then we're screwed." Otto replied, flipping the channel on the TV.

Luckily we didn't have to wait much longer before Clio came running into the Rocket living room shouting. "I made the team, I made the team!"

"What about Reg? Where is she?" I asked.

Clio shrugged. "She was right behind me."

I decided to go looking for her. I didn't have to go far before I saw her sitting out on her porch and went to join her.

"Hey what's," I noticed her wearing the school colors and all the blood in my head rushed to other places, making it impossible for me to form any kind of a sentence, let alone finish the one I started.

"I can't believe I'm wearing this." Reggie groaned covering her face in her arms.

"Well we could go upstairs and I could take it off you." I suggested, my eyes glazing over.

She popped up to scold me. "Twister! What is with guys and cheerleaders?" She asked throwing her hands up exasperated.

"I don't know what's with girls and guy wearing uniforms?" I countered.

"Point taken." She sighed. I held out my arms for her, enveloping her in a hug.

"Really?" She jumped back, surprised by the poke in her stomach.

"Reggie, baby, if you looked at yourself in a mirror you'd understand." I reasoned with her.

She rolled her eyes but smiled at me anyways getting on her tippy toes to give me a lingering kiss.

"Yeah now I really have to go home and take a cold shower." I kissed her forehead ready to leave but she pulled me back.

"I have a shower. Or we could always use my bed." She licked her lips suggestively.

"We could, but I have an empty house." I informed her.

"What are we waiting for?" She grinned pulling me across the street.

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*I asked a friend and he said marrano meant pig, or someone behaving gross.

I've gotten a few people suggest things to me that they would like to see happen so I'm dedicating the next chapter to all of those ideas. Anyone else with an idea PM me or review and I'll incorporate it as well.

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