Chapter Five: Sparks

Title: RHYTHM IT.

A/N: Hey guys sorry for the long wait, but I accidentally deleted this chapter from my computer entirely and it took me forever to get enough inspiration to decide to rewrite it, plus I've just been dealing with a lot of shit that life's thrown my way. On the plus side, I thought of a title, and this isn't much of an update, but thanks for the reviews!

Chapter Five: Sparks: Part I

Marissa hit the floor with a thud, her body now slightly bruised along with being roused from its slumber, Marissa's eyes flickered open.

"What the hell?" she snapped.

"Well you said I could just roll you over." Alex grinned down at the brunette.

"Yeah, not onto the floor." Marissa groaned as she sat up.

Looking Alex over, she saw that the girl had already taken a shower and was dressed in jeans and her 'Discipline Me' tank top. "What time is it?" Marissa muttered, trying to shield her eyes from the light that poured in from an open window.

"10 a.m." Alex snickered and Marissa glared at her.

"I hate you."

"Now that's what I like to hear first thing in the morning, your breakfast is almost ready so you better be naked and in the shower by the time I come back."

"Hm, that sounds familiar…almost like we're—"

"You in the shower yet?" Alex interrupted before she disappeared back downstairs.

"Dating." Marissa finished as she stood up and headed for the shower.

"Who died?" Kaitlin asked as she sat down at the dining room table next to Alex.

"That would be your mother's doing." Alex answered with a grin.

"You mean she finally offed herself?"

"You're not that lucky," Kaitlin shot Alex an amused little smirk and Alex almost laughed as Julie walked towards them with a plate in her hands. She laid it in front of the youngest Cooper girl who paled. "She made you breakfast." Alex grinned, so did Julie.

"Good morning sweetheart!" Julie smiled as she kissed her daughter on the forehead

"Oh thanks mom, it looks…delicious." Kaitlin grimaced as Julie walked away.

"Alex are you sure you don't want anything?" Julie shouted back to her.

"Positive." came the reply just as Marissa joined them.

Said girl glanced at the plate full of soupy looking eggs on Kaitlin's plate and burnt toast, taking a quick whiff, Marissa pulled a face. "I found the body." Marissa announced with a grin, sliding in next to Alex.

"Ah Marissa you're up, what would you like for breakfast?" Julie smiled brightly as she saw that her eldest daughter had woken up.

"Nothing." Marissa answered. "That you've cooked." she added under her breath.

"What did you and Alex switch rolls now? Are you the one not eating breakfast anymore?" Julie rolled her eyes. "You know I used to do that whole cigarettes and whiskey for breakfast thing, yep I was quite the punk in my day."

Marissa groaned. "Mother…"

"Right, what am I saying? It still is my day."

"Yeah well in all the time that we have been living in your day, you couldn't be bothered to learn how to cook?" Kaitlin said as she pushed the plate of food away from her.

"Here's 20 dollars, go get something." Julie sighed as she cleared the table and Kaitlin disappeared in a flash, her mother right behind her.

"Hey Lex, if you went to Newport Union, do you know what the theme of this year's lock-in is going to be?"

"Theme?"

"Yeah you know, like winter wonderland or beach blast."

"Um, yeah…" Alex scratched the back of her head. "Well you know Union, not much for, well, anything. So there's no theme."

"Well a good lock-in has to have a theme right?"

"I don't know if crappy music and spiked punch counts, but that's about as good as it gets."

"Marissa, your guests are here." Dr. Roberts announced as three boys joined the two girls on the veranda.

"Guests?" Marissa raised an eyebrow and turned to Alex.

"Don't worry Ris; we invited ourselves over to hang out with you losers before the lock-in." Volchok explained with a cheeky grin.

"How nice of you." Marissa rolled her eyes playfully. "Anyway, I was just talking to Alex about the theme of this year's lock-in."

"Theme?" the three boys said in unison, exchanging glances.

"Oh there is no way you're turning this into one of those rich kids' parties Ris. Newport Union does not have themes. We're all about crossing boundaries" with a confused little stare from Marissa, Volchok continued.

"You see Ris, think of it as prison--"

"Now there's a comforting thought." Chili added with a cheesy grin.

"And during the lock-in, we all cross boundaries."

Marissa scrunched up her nose, he wasn't making much sense, and the sense he was making sounded…oh I don't know, illegal? Alex jumped into the fray to clear up Marissa's obvious confusion.

"Okay well what I think Kevin is trying to say is that you know how in prison there are invisible boundary lines out on the grounds that everybody follows lest they cross them and get beat down or killed. Usually dominated by race, blacks with blacks, whites with whites, Hispanics with Hispanics, yeah?"

"Yeah, I think so." Marissa said, remembering watching something about this on National Geographic when she was actually sick. "They also make moonshine by putting bread and apples in a bag and letting them ferment."

Volchok let out a laugh. "Yeah I remember that."

All four pairs of eyes turned to look at him and he shrugged. "It was on National Geographic." he defended and Alex had to muffle a laugh.

"Now apply that to high school except instead of by race it's by everyone's individual cliques that they belong to, preps, jocks, druggies, you know?"

Marissa nodded. "Well during the lock-in, since we're all stuck together in one place, then people cross the so called 'stereotype boundaries' and mingle. Preps with druggies, jocks with geeks, get it? Kind of like a freak accident social experiment."

"Ooh big speech today huh Lexus?" Volchok grinned teasingly.

"Shut it Kev." Alex rolled her eyes and smacked the blond over the head.

"Anyone up for a little surf before we have to report in to Regina George?"

"Regina George?" Marissa raised an eyebrow at the reference to the Lohan movie.

"Well you call her the Townsend clone." Johnny laughed and Marissa smiled.

"What do you mean by 'report in'?"

"We've been recruited and by 'we' I mean us he-men smash smash, to help Regina set up for tonight."

Volchok shrugged. "It's not all that bad, think of it as the Hitler Youth or the Communist Young Pioneers." four pairs of eyes were now on Volchok for the second time that morning.

The blond surf nazi sighed; some people would never understand him. Dismissing the odd remark from Volchok, the group resumed their plans for this afternoon.

"So anyway, you girls in for a little surf?"

The two nodded, never mind that both of them knew Marissa didn't know how to surf, right? Marissa and Alex shared a knowing glance and the brunette smiled, this was going to be a long day.