Hi, I'm Relaxing Pikachu and this is my first attempt at a Rocket Power fic. I normally write Digimon fanfics, and I have a few Pokémon ones and one unfinished Sailor Moon one, and I've tried an original work, but I really need to rewrite it, but never mind all of that. I decided to give Rocket Power a try. I just love the show so much now. I'm still trying to figure out why. lol If you want to know more about me, just check out my bio page here on ff.net.

I guess I should mention a little something about myself. Let's see, out of the main four, Twister is my favorite character, and next would be Sammy. I don't have anything against Reggie or Otto, I just like Twister and Sammy more. ^^ I also don't feel that Lars is as mean as he seems to want everyone to think. I also seem to be quite a fan of Twister x Reggie also (maybe one day I'll write one, or maybe this one will become one, who knows), but other pairings are cool too. I just seem to like Twister x Reggie, even if it's a fic where it may be one-sided from Twister's side.

Normally, when writing a fic, I write in that "novel" format (not counting my much earlier, badly written fics ^^). I normally only use script for humor fics or either for A/Ns. Oh, and just to let you know, when I use single quotes, it means the character is thinking, not speaking.

Hmm, for this fic, the characters will be the following ages (I'm still not sure if Reggie is two years older than Otto or one, but I'll stick with one)

Oswald "Otto" Rocket: 15 (Grade 10)
Regina "Reggie" Rocket: 16 (Grade 11)
Maurice "Twister" Rodriguez: 15 (Grade 10)
Sammy "Stonewall" Dullard: 15 (Grade 11)
Lars "Whompinator" Rodriguez: 18 (Grade 12)

Oh, I never did mention what this fic is going to be about now, did I? ^^; Well, this fic, even though Twister is my favorite character, is going to be dealing with Otto, mostly...in a way. I'm sure all of you wonder why Otto goes out of his way to be the best at everything (sports wise), well this fic is supposed to give an explanation for it and Otto's going to have a bit of a 'tude problem that's having an affect on his friends.

Okay, let's get this story started! Oh, but before I start, I must say this...I do not own anything dealing with Rocket Power and sorry about the title of this fic in general. My mind was a blank on story titles. ^^;;

What It Takes To Be The Best!

Chapter 1: Discussions...

"Hey, Otto!" called a girl with shoulder-lengthened thick, curly violet hair. "We're going to be late for school if you don't hurry up!!"

This girl was Regina Rocket, a 16-year-old junior. Everyone called her "Reg" or "Reggie" for short since she truly hated the name, "Regina." She shook her head and she tapped her foot, waiting around for her younger brother, who didn't seem to have any concept of time whatsoever whenever it came to school.

Every morning, she had to make sure Otto got up in time for school, especially since their father, Ray, who went by the name Raymundo at times, opened up The Shore Shack - a seaside restaurant run by her father and his Hawaiian friend, Tito - earlier now days, which meant leaving Reggie and Otto to fend for themselves in the morning. Ray had no doubt in his mind that the two would do fine by themselves on school mornings, especially with "Responsible Reggie," around.

Reggie growled slightly as she stared up the stairs, growing quite impatient. "Otto, hurry up, now!!"

"Okay, okay," Otto grumbled, walking down the stairs. Otto still looked the same; he still wore his shades with green lenses, a headband to keep his thick hair from out of his eyes, and like all days, he always wore a pair of white sneakers, plain shorts, and a bright yellow t-shirt. The main difference now, was that he was a little taller than his older sister.

She too had changed over the years. She always kept her shades propped up on her head to keep her hair from falling into her face. Right now, she was wearing a dark pink tank top, which showed off her mid-driff slightly, and a pair of baggy dark green hip-hugger jeans, which showed off her girlish figure. She was also quite pretty now, not that she ever wasn't, and lots of boys were noticing her this particular year. Some would say, "Rocket Girl had a very good summer." Reggie still wasn't your "girly girl," as her friends would've pointed out and could still kick ass in Street Hockey and Beach Volleyball.

"It's about time, Rocket Boy!! What took you so long anyway? We don't want to be late again!"

The 15-year-old sophomore didn't answer her as he headed towards the front door grumpily and picked up his backpack and his roller blades. Reggie stared after her brother, blinking. As of lately, Otto had been acting a bit strangely, even more than usual. Reggie, and her other friends, Sam and Twister, also found Otto's moods a bit peculiar. Otto seemed to have slight spite towards Reggie and when it came to Sam and Twist, a bit of envy. Either way, his attitude towards the three of them was totally unacceptable.

Reggie gave off a sigh; her Jansport backpack draped over her right shoulder, and walked out the door. She looked ahead to see Otto long gone. He had slipped on his blades and took off. He hadn't even bothered waiting for her, Sam, or Twister. She locked the door and walked down the driveway dejectedly, wishing her brother would open up to her. Otto's bad attitude and constant silence was driving Reggie crazy. Raymundo was way too busy at the shack to really notice Otto's sudden change.

When Reggie reached the end of the driveway, she saw two boys waving to her: Sam and Twister. Reggie forced on a smile and gave them a simple, "Hi."

"Hiya Reg," the husky blonde-haired boy who went by the name Sammy "Stonewall" Dullard greeted. He was still the shortest of their group, but not by much. He was maybe a half an inch or so shorter than Reggie. Maybe even less than that. Sam was definitely one of the best goalies in all of Ocean Shores, California. He had earned the nickname "Stonewall," due to the fact that he could block everything thrown at him. Sam was definitely a whiz with computers and was pretty smart (every teacher's dream). He was so smart, that he was skipped one grade, back when he first moved to Ocean Shores from Kansas about five years earlier.

"Hey, we saw Otto skate by," the slim tall, long-haired - which nobody would even know since he always wore a striped, backwards red and yellow hat - red-headed boy said to Reggie, "but he didn't even turn around to say hi to us! What's up with that?"

This was Maurice "Twister" Rodriguez, but he went by the nickname Twister. He hated his name Maurice so much, that he would whomp anyone who dared to even speak it. Well, almost anyone. His parents and his older brother, Lars, used it all the time with him and he knew better than to "whomp" them, not that he would want to; especially his older brother who was a lot stronger than he was and could mop the floor with him. Normally, whomping wasn't even necessary. He would calmly, and politely, request not to be addressed as Maurice.

Twister loved to play sports, but not as much as he enjoyed filming. With Twister, you would never see him walking around without his camcorder, taping Otto perform his moves so that Otto could study them later, or even just putting together small movies in general, like documentaries. Twister was still quite naïve at times, but he was still pretty much nice to everyone, not counting his brother who seemed to enjoy teasing him, but Twister knew his brother didn't hate him. Twister was just one of those people you just couldn't get mad at.

"Hey Reg, what's with Otto anyway?" Sam asked as the three made their way towards Ocean Shores High.

"I wish I knew, Sammy."

"He's just not acting like himself," Twister mumbled.

"Twist, you're his best bro, don't you have any idea why he's acting the way that he is?" Reggie asked hopefully.

"Some best bro," Twister grumbled bitterly. "Something's bothering him and he's keeping it away from me. I kept asking him what was wrong, and he just told me to bug off and to stop being a nuisance and some other things. He sounded like he hated me, or something. He even told me to stay out of his life!! Would a normal best friend tell you something like that?!"

"He said that?" Reggie asked in pure astonishment. "He told you to stay out of his life?"

"Yeah, but I know that's not really like him, which is why I'm not too mad at him"

"Whenever I attempt to associate with him, he does pretty much the same thing, only he calls me a nerd and tells me to leave him alone and to stop bothering him. That nothing is wrong."

"Dude, he told you that too?" Twister asked, looking over at Sammy.

He nodded. "He went all aggro on me that day, especially after I asked him why. He then said something like, 'Squid, you're smart, you try to figure it out your damn self,' and left."

"That's harsh, you two. With me, he just doesn't talk. He doesn't even talk about himself anymore or of upcoming competitions. I tried to start a conversation with him last night about the upcoming Surf Competition that our school is giving this weekend and he just said, 'That's nice,' and, 'I have to get in some more practice to be the best.' He then gave me a sort of annoyed look and went to his room." Reggie lowered her head as she walked, some of her curly hair falling forward into her face. "As much as I hate to admit it, I miss Otto's bragging and over confidence. At least then I would know that he's normal."

Twister looked down at Reggie, noticing the sad and distant look on her face. He hated to see any of his friends upset, but not as much as he hated to see Reggie upset, which he found rather confusing. Shouldn't he be more concerned over Otto than Reggie? After all, Otto was supposed to be his best bro.

When he was younger, he never would've even noticed if something was upsetting Reggie, like the time she was annoyed over the fact that Breezy was getting all of the attention instead of her from him and the others, but now he was a bit more in-tune with that kind of thing.

After realizing that he was staring at her, he looked straight ahead and nervously said, "I'll try talking with Ottoman again today, Reg. We both have Spanish II, Biology I, and English 10 together. I'll try to talk with him after Spanish class since we both have our lunch breaks then."

"Thanks Twist," Reggie said with another one of her forced smiles, but her voice had slight happiness in it. "I'm sure enough pestering from his best bro'll get whatever's bothering him out in the open."

"Yeah" the boy said quietly.

"What does Raymundo have to say about Otto's behavior?" Sammy asked.

"He doesn't know about it," Reggie managed to say. Right now, she felt like crying and was trying her best not to. She was Reggie Rocket, the tough girl. She never cries over anything. "He's way too busy at the shack to notice anything and when he comes home at night, he's way too tired."

"Shouldn't you tell him about how Otto's acting? He's been nothing but a lame-o bastard lately!" Twister complained.

"I don't want to," Reggie said as serious as can be. "Whatever is upsetting Otto has something to do with the three of us. We've obviously upset him in some way."

"Seeing as how we act the same way we always have around him, I don't see how that is possible," Sam stated as he took off his black square-framed glasses and wiped them off with the tail of his thin t-shirt.

"Yeah! The Squid is right. We still treat Otto the same, why's he acting all mean to us?"

Reggie stopped walking abruptly. Sam and Twist did as well.

"I don't know, you guys, but we're going to figure out what's wrong with him. He took his blades with him this morning, so he's probably going to head over to Madtown after school! We'll catch up with him there and make him tell us what's wrong! I've known the pipsqueak all of my life and he's never once acted like this towards me, unless we were mad at each other over something, and even that's never been a really long time. The longest we've gone without speaking to one another is like a day."

Twister nodded and gave Reggie a high-five, which was high for Reggie since the younger boy towered her now, while Sam looked down at his watch. "If we want to go to Madtown after school, then I suggest that we hurry ourselves along so that we don't end up with detentions."

"Yeah, can you believe that Vice Principal Healy became our Principal at OSH!" Twister groaned. "I thought I was rid of him for good after getting out of Junior High, and my mom said that if I get one more detention, that I'm grounded for the rest of the month, which means no Madtown, no Pier, and no surfing!!"

Sam gave off a small laugh. "Well, you probably won't since Otto's not around to get you into trouble."

Twister nodded slowly. It was true. Normally, whenever he did get into trouble at school, it was normally Otto's fault. Otto would normally come up with some kind of a crazy idea, and he would willingly go along with him on it, getting caught in the process.

The three teens ran the rest of the way to school, arriving just as the warning bell rang. Once entering the big brick building, which Twister dreaded more than anything since he really hated going to school, he told Sam and Reggie bye and headed left. Reggie went right, and Sam ran straight ahead up the steps to the second floor. All three of them made it to their Homerooms just as the second bell rang
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A/N: I hope this first chapter is okay. I don't really think this is very good so far, but hopefully, I'll write something better as the story continues.

Now, don't forget to leave those comments and reviews, and don't forget to leave suggestions as to how I could make this story a bit better. ^_^