Disclaimer: I own none of this. It's all from the creators and producers of Rocket Power. The only people I own are Rosita and Ramon. Even though Otto, Twister, Sam, Reggie and the other characters belong to Nickelodeon and Arlene Klasky and Gabor Csupo.
"What's up with you, Twist?" Fifteen-year-old Rosita Jimenez asked her friend as he wiped out on his skateboard for about the seventh time that day, while Reggie and Ramon looked at him and shook their heads in disbelief.
"I don't know. Today just isn't my day." Twister replied glumly as he got off the halfpipe, throwing glares at Otto and Sam who were still laughing at him.
He threw his skateboard aside and pulled his video camera out of his bag, deciding that it would be much better for him to use that rather than his skateboard on this particular day.
About an hour later, Twister closed his camera and put it back inside his bag. He was bored of watching and taping his friends, and besides, his stomach didn't feel all that great. It was lunchtime, and for the first time in his life, he didn't feel hungry.
"Hey, guys...I think I'm gunna go home." He announced as he swung his bag around his shoulder.
"What's the matter Twist?" Rosita asked, looking concerned and looking at Reggie and Ramon, who also looked concerned.
Twister spaced out for a second, until Otto began waving his hand in front of his face, much to Rosita and Ramon's annoyance.
"Hello? Earth to Twister!"
"What? Oh yeah...I just don't feel that good."
"Okay...well, call us later...alright?" Rosita said, as Ramon came over and clapped him on the back.
"Yeah...sure." He grabbed his board and Ramon yelled out: "Later, man!" and Twister left.
Twister was sitting on his couch, staring at the TV, when his mom and Rosita's future suegra (mother-in-law, for whenever Twister and her got married one day), walked in, carrying a large plate of nachos.
"Hi honey. I thought you might be hungry." She said as she sat down next to her son, placing the plate on the table in front of him.
"No thanks mom. I'm not really hungry." He muttered, still transfixed with the screen.
"Are you alright sweetie?" Mrs. Rodriguez asked, reaching over to feel his forehead.
"I'm fine mom!" Twister exclaimed, pulling away from her hand.
"Then what's the matter?" she asked, looking concerned, just as Rosita had before and Ramon and Reggie too.
"Maurice..." his mother warned, in a you-better-tell-me-right-now-because-I'm-your-mother kind of voice.
Twister sighed. "It's nothing. I was just having a really bad day on my board today, and then when I tried taping everybody, it came out terrible."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I missed all of Otto's tricks. And Sam even did a 180, and I missed that too! and Rosita, Ramon and Reggie were annoyed!" Twister exclaimed.
"Well, honey will you- can I see the tape?"
"I guess so." Twister grumbled. He pulled his camera out of his bag, grabbed the wires and plugged them into the television.
He sat back down, picked up the remote and turned on channel three. Then he pressed the PLAY button on his camera.
Twister smiled as he watched the tape, the terrible day that he had been having seemed to fade from his mind,
and his mood changed from dismal to happy. He suddenly smelled the nachos in front of him, and felt his hunger return.
As he munched on them, he watched Rosita skating, Rosita falling and laughing and flipping her long and silky dark brown hair to one side, Rosita cheering on Sam with Reggie and Ramon when he accidentally did a 180. Somehow, the tape didn't seem so terrible now that he was watching it.
Mrs. Rodriguez turned over to look at her son as the tape ended. He was smiling widely, and finishing off the bowl of nachos.
He shut his camera off and put it back into his bag.
"Yeah Mom?" Twister asked as he went to go put his bag away in his room.
"The tape...honey, it was all of Rosie." She said, a huge grin growing across her face, and small tears growing in her eyes.
"Uhh...mom...why are you crying?" Twister asked cautiously.
"Oh, I'm sorry honey it's just so sweet!!"
"Uhh...what is?" Twister asked, puzzled.
"You! Having a crush on your new best friend's sister! Oh, and you know how much I love Rosie!" she exclaimed,
wiping the few tears that had fallen from her eyes.
"You-I-she- WHAT?" "Oh Maurice isn't it obvious? You kept falling off your board today because you were nervous.
Then you only taped Rosie for the rest of the day, and I'm assuming the reason you weren't hungry was because you had a fluttery feeling in your stomach and you were falling for her?"
"Yeah! How did you know?"
"Oh sweetie!" His mother stood up, took the empty bowl from his hands and planted a huge kiss on his forehead then went back into the kitchen, happy tears still glistening in her eyes.
Twister roughly rubbed the top of his head, trying to get his mother's lipstick mark off. He was still staring at the doorway to the kitchen,
Author's Note- Okay, this is my fourth Rocket Power one-shot and fanfic, and I know that I really suck at the whole 'skater language' stuff.
But please comment anyway, even though you guys are going to fave this anyway, and there are going to be more chapters,
in case you were wondering. Criticism...accepted. Wanted really. because I suck at writing these.