A/N- I got nothing (for once)

Disclaimer:I do not own Rocket Power because if I did the show would still be on T.V I do however own this story. I'm just borrowing the characters to make a plot of my own :)

"First Impressions Are the Best Way To Make Enemies"

Get on your feet boy rip it up, rip it up watch 'em go home wasted

Get on your feet girl, yeah I know you're gonna make it

Get on your feet boy, rip it up, rip it up got a lot don't waste it

Get on your feet girl, rip it up, rip it up get a new decoration

~Jet, "Rip It Up" ~

James and I end up on the other side of MadTown with the rest of our crew. It's not even a crew, it just looks like that to mostly everyone. You got Tyler, who's probably the youngest. He has shaggy blonde hair that almost covers his eyes (just like mine except my hair does cover my eyes if I don't move it out of the way) and he looks way too skinny to be fifteen. He always wears hoodies because it's easier to keep the "stuff" in. Tyler's nickname is "highler", I bet you didn't see that one coming. He's basically always high, but he doesn't give a shit and neither do I.

The next "crew member" would have to be Floyd. He's pretty chill. You can't tell if he's stoned or not because it seems like his eyes are always dilated, but that's just because his eyes are a really really dark brown. He loves his music. He used to be a musician, but he got kicked out because he started doing drugs and that's because he was the founder of the band. Life really screwed him over. Even though he got kicked out of his own band, he still loves his music. I've seen him write down some lyrics a couple times when we get high, you become very creative when you're stoned.

The last guy I want to mention, because he's a complete asshole is Craig. I fucking hate that prick. He thinks he's the shit, but in reality he's not. Him and I, well, we bump heads a lot. Since day one he and I didn't like each other, but we would never say that to each other's faces 'cause we already know. I don't like talking to him, but if he doesn't give me any problems, then we're cool.

That's basically who I hang out with the most, besides Craig. The rest of the "crew" is Sonny, David, Lance, Lucy & my girlfriend, Leilani. I don't like calling her my girlfriend, but since I'm considered her boyfriend, why the hell not right? If I get some kind of sex from it, who am I the one to complain? Don't get confused with us having sex. I wouldn't go that far with her. We just mess around, no questions asked.

"Yo, Twister!" James calls out to me.

I turn to my left and I see him offering me another puff of the blunt we just rolled. I'm leaning on the gated fence that separates MadTown from the rest of the parking lots around Ocean Shores. I smile and lean down to grab the blunt from James' hand, since he's sitting on the concrete next to me. The other guys are doing stupid shit in the corner, while Leilani and her best friend Lucy are laying down on the concrete floor just looking up into the sky. They are totally out of it already.

I take a big hit from the blunt and hold it in for as long as possible. I let it out and a big puff of smoke comes out of my mouth. I lean back on the fence and take deep breathes. I can feel my heart beating faster by the second. That shit will do wonders to you.

I lean down and grab a paper sack filled with a bottle of MD 20/20. I cover it up because I don't want everybody and their mom knowing that kids drink at MadTown skatepark. We shouldn't even be allowed into the skatepark, but Conroy hasn't caught us yet. If you don't know, Conroy is the owner of the skatepark, and he would definitely kick us out if he knew we got high and drunk here. It's cool though, he'll never catch us.

I take a big swig from the bottle and gulp it down. I sigh, "This is the life." I say to James, who I have no idea if he's listening to me.

I turn my head towards him and I see him looking out into the skating bowl. I raise an eyebrow at him. "James!" I shout and nudge him a little to get his attention.

He points towards a kid, who's sucking it up by the way. "Dude, do you see that kid. What is he doing?" James asks, while inhaling his blunt.

"What does it look like he's doing? He's trying to skate." Craig walks up to us, while straightening his red hat. He snatches the blunt from James' hand and inhales deeply. Did I tell you how much I hate this guy?

"Well," James continues "why does he keep on trying to ride the edges of the bowl?" He asks curiously.

James doesn't know anything about skateboarding. He just knows that kids get on "things" called skateboards and they try to do tricks or stuff. He doesn't know the proper name for tricks, even though Ocean Shores is known for their skaters.

"He's trying to grind the bowl." I say lowly to myself, while taking another intake of my alcohol.

"What was that?" Craig turned to me and asked. I shake my head and half smirk at him. He knows I don't have time for his bullshit today, so I completely ignore him. I take another swig.

"Come on Twister. I know what you said, so why don't you just man up and tell me." Craig threatened, flashing a teethy grin at me.

I'm starting to get angry. This bitch his calling me out. Let it go Maurice, just let it go. I keep chanting to myself, hoping that I will calm down.

Craig gives the blunt back to James, who takes a hit right away. He walks closer to me. "Unless you're afraid to say what you got to say?" He raises an eyebrow at me.

I set my bottle down gently and I furiously grab him by the shirt. I swing him around and pin him to where the brick wall meets the chain linked fence. I point a finger at him. "Don't start with me today Craig. I don't have time for your bullshit. Let this be my FINAL warning." I shove him into the wall and let him go. I give him a glare and go back to where I was peacefully enjoying my morning.

Craig straightens out his shirt and goes back to other side where the rest of the crew is. I'm surprised he didn't give me a smart ass remark. He's thankful too because if he did, it would have been on.

"Why do you even bother man?" James pipes up. "He isn't worth your time."

I shake my head and hold out my hand, asking for the blunt. He gives it to me with ease. I inhale and keep the smoke in my mouth, longer this time. The longer you hold it in, the faster you get blown. I look around the park and straight ahead I see her, the same girl from this morning. It looks like she's staring over in my direction. Why though? I don't know her, so why is she staring at me. I raise an eyebrow at her and cock my head to the side, trying to understand why she's looking over here. I underestimated her appearance. She is actually pretty. Long burgundy hair, nice body frame, and beautiful blue eyes. Yes, she is a beauty.

"You'll think she would come over here and talk to you." James piped up out of nowhere.

I shake my head and smirk. I turn my gaze away from her and look at James. "Why would you say something like that?" I try to sound annoyed.

He huffs and snaps his fingers, asking for the blunt I left burning in my hand. I quickly give it to him. "I've seen her before. Reggie Rocket, major athlete. You name any extreme sport, and she practically does them all."

I take another gulp from my bottle. "What does this have to do with me?" I ask. My eyesight is getting kind of hazy. I should have eaten something before I came over here.

"Just letting you know how she is man, before you make your move. I'm giving you background information." James continues.

"And how would you know all this stuff about her. Are you her personal stalker or something?" I ask, kind of a little jealous because he knows so much about this mysterious girl that I have caught twice staring at me.

James laughs too loud for a normal laugh. Either he's getting pretty stoned, or I'm just a funny guy. "It's nothing like that man. She's my next door neighbor. "

I'm slow to react, but realization dawns on me. If she's his next door neighbor, then I must live close to them right, since I saw her this morning, spying on my brother and I quarreling in the front yard?

"James? Where exactly do you live?" I ask all too eagerly.

"Uhh, on Sunset Avenue. I live where the street makes a big circle and there are about four houses that live within the circle. Why do you ask?"

I barely get the words out, since I think I'm drunk as fuck. "I think I live close to you. I saw her this morning, her and two other guys that looked around my age. That kid, the one skating in the bowl was with her, but I don't know the other one."

James inhales his blunt and lets the smoke out. "You must have saw her brother then. Otto Rocket. He's a big shot. He's this skateboarding freak. He wins mostly at anything. Whoever has challenged him has gotten creamed by him."

I was alerted once again by James' conversation. "What?" I ask.

"I said you saw her brother Otto. Nobody has ever beaten him at a challenge in anything 'cause he's just that good."

I chug down the rest of the 20/20. "Oh yeah? Let's just see about that." I say as I throw down the bottle and take the blunt away from James.

"Hey!" He protested as I inhaled as much as I could handle. I gave it back to him and staggered towards the half-pipe, where I see the three familiar faces I saw this morning.

I hear James get up from the concrete floor and jog so he can catch up. "What are you doing Twister!?" He practically shouts at me. "You don't know the first thing about skateboarding. You'll going to humiliate yourself."

I shrug my shoulders." I know more than you think." I continue to stagger for the half-pipe. I need to act right if I'm going to show up Otto freaking Rocket. I hate when people think they'll too good for anybody and from what I heard about Otto already, I don't like him. I know that's judging, but they judge me too.

"Even if you knew how to skate, how could you? You're completely wasted or you're just out of your mind." James continued to complain as we reached the half-pipe.

"Just shut up okay?" I growl at him. "Everything is going to be just fine." I trip over my own two feet as I say this. I stumble a little, but I regain my posture and proceed to my destination.

I can just imagine James rolling his eyes. "Oh God, I hope this turns out okay."

I look at some kid falling off his skateboard, while preforming one of the skateboard moves he was trying to master. I see him laying on the hard wooden half-pipe. This should be a snap. "You see" I stop and let James catch up. "He totally beefed it. This should be easy as smoking a joint."

James looks questionably at me. "What?" I ask.

"What does beef mean?" He asks all too innocently. I palm my forehead and remember that I just used skateboard terms instead of normal terms like what James uses. Yes, I used to skateboard and be friends with kids that skateboarded. I'm pretty good, haven't skateboarded in a couple of years, but I'm pretty decent. I know the entire lingo, much to dismay, so I catch myself using it. I have to remember that I'm not dealing with skateboarding people.

"Let me put it this way, he didn't do so well okay?"

"Why couldn't you just say that?" James asks. He's known for asking questions.

I roll my eyes from James' questionnaire and from the fact that everything is going in slow motion. That's when you know you're high. My body is beginning to get numb, so I better do this quick.

"Just…." I pause for a moment, to think about what I'm going to say "I don't know okay? Let's get this over with." I say under my breath.

James and I finally make our way to the half-pipe. It looks way higher up close. I overhear a conversation.

"Here let me help you." A voice says to Otto as he grabs the extended hand. It must be his sister Reggie, I assume, since it's a feminine voice. I see Otto stand up on both feet, while wiping the dirt from his pants.

"I am really okay guys. Nothing can stop this man. Only a minor setback with the direction of the wind. The move I'm working on will be amazing you'll see." Otto says proudly, while grabbing his skateboard and heading over to the stairs that leads up to the halfpipe.

Oh yeah, we'll see about that. I say in my mind. The words escape my mouth before I have time to think about what I said. "If that's a minor setback for you, then I definitely don't want to see a major one."

"Dude, what the hell are you doing?" James whispers from behind me.

The trio turns around and sees who made the snarky comment. I see the girl that's so obsessed with staring at me. I couldn't be more wrong about her. She is gorgeous up close and she's staring at me again. I see her eyeing me, probably wondering why I'm here.

I see the kid with the glasses from earlier, trying to grind the bowl. He looks like a complete nerd, but I notice Otto, who has an ugly look on his face. I could tell automatically that he and Reggie are brother and sister. They have similarities, except his eyes are kind of a hazel color (more brown than anything), I think. It's hard to see since he's wearing those damn sunglasses, and he has auburn dreadlocks for hair. I can already tell what kind of personality this guy has.

"Who are you?" He asks harshly, while raising an eyebrow.

I don't know if I can put up with this guy for long. I feel four pairs of eyes on me. James is practically burning holes into my head. I know he's going to be rambling when we get out of here. I notice Reggie the most. She has a curious look on her face. It's not happy, nor harsh like her brother. I think she's asking the same question her brother is asking.

"I'm nobody really, just saw you beef up the half-pipe though. I thought that maybe you need a couple of pointers." I smirk at him. If this guy can be snarky, well so can I.

I can tell that pissed him off. He steps down the steps and walks closer to me. I'm a couple of inches taller than him, so if we ever fought, I bet I could manage to take him. "Oh, well I just need a name from you, unless you want me to call you a nobody, which is what you really are." He puts his skateboard down and crosses his arms.

My first instinct is to slap him across the face, but that blunt is getting me unfocused. I feel sleepy, hungry, and just out of this world, but I have to keep in mind why I'm here. To show up this cocky bastard, even though I don't know him.

"The names Twister and you are?" I ask.

"I'm Reggie!" I turn and look at his sister, who is standing right next to her brother. I raise an eyebrow at her, wondering why she just bluntly told me her name. I swear I see her blushing, but she tries to hide it. Why is this girl acting so weird around me? Does she always act this weird?

I don't know how to respond, so I completely ignore her. "And what is your name?" I point at Reggie's brother, who I clearly know who he is.

"I'm Otto and that's Sam over there." He points at the nerd with glasses. Well, now I know his real name, but I like nerd better.

"Whatever, listen I hear that you're a pretty good skateboarder and everything and…." I trail off.

"And what?" Otto asks eagerly.

He is really impatient. No wonder he stunk up the half-pipe. "AND, I want to challenge you to a duel. Whoever can come up with the best move without beefing it wins."

I can tell Otto is eating this challenge from the palm of my hand. He ponders about it for a minute. He taps his finger on his chin. "And who gets what when they win?"

I smirk in response "Let's see here. Since you think you're such a big shot, we need an audience, and since we have an audience, I think that's enough humiliation for the loser don't you think?"

"Yeah, I guess that's fair for you, but just to let you know on a little secret. I never lose." Otto turns around and starts to walk up the half-pipe, until his sister stops him.

"Otto-man, are you sure this is a good idea? What if you get beat? You don't' have to prove yourself to anybody." Reggie whispers to her brother, but not enough so I can't hear. At least she thinks I have a shot. I really don't care if I lose, okay, never mind that, I really do mind because that Otto needs to be put in his place.

"Quit worrying Reggie. I'll be fine." Otto answers. "Hey Squid, how's the wind resistance today?" Obviously he's talking to nerd boy. He looks nervous.

"Good to go Otto, but I think you should listen to Reggie for once." He adds.

Otto shakes his head and continues to walk up the half-pipe. "I can't look." Sam squeals.

James grabs me from the shoulder and twirls me around. "You better know what you're doing dude." He warns me.

"Of course I know what I'm doing, just find me a damn skateboard and fast." James nods and goes to the closest kid and grabs their skateboard from their hand.

"Hey! That's mine." The kid protests.

"Scram!" I yell at him. His eyes get large and he quickly flees from the scene. That was way too easy. I grab the skateboard from James and walk up the half-pipe as well. Wow, these steps seem like they are going on forever. I hope I don't pass out up here, because if I do, it will be a painful fall. I'm half-way of being high anyway, so I probably won't feel most of it.

"Ladies and Gentleman!" Otto yells from the top of the half-pipe. "I, Otto Rocket, am being challenged by this guy right here." He points a finger at me and my head is spinning around. I can barely see any of the kid's faces. Maybe I shouldn't have drunk that entire MD and smoked half of that blunt. I think I'm about to blackout.

"And all of you skaters know that I haven't lost a challenge to anybody yet, so I know that this won't change today. Since I'm being challenged and this is my turf, I get to go first." Otto continues as he places his skateboard on the edge of the ramp. "And all of you are going to be the voters. Whoever gets the most applause, wins."

I rub my eyes, trying to comprehend what he is saying. This better be quick, because I don't know how much longer I can hold up for. I see Otto hop on his skateboard and skate down the half-pipe. He gets some air and already he skates to where I'm at. He grinds the edge and I hear applause in the background. Everything is swirling around in my head. There is too much happening at once. I try to concentrate on the moves that he's doing.

Otto gets major air and does a 360 flip. I know that for sure because his board did one full rotation. I hear the audience cheer faintly in the background. He comes down from his major trick and nosegrinds my side of the half-pipe again. He ends his run with a simple Nollie and lands on the other side of the half-pipe. The audience is going crazy and I think I'm going crazy myself.

I see sweat dripping off Otto's forehead. He wipes it with his gloves. He kicks his skateboard up to his hand and holds it up in a victory stance. What a prideful bastard. "You're turn!" He yells at me.

I don't even know if this skateboard is able to handle the tricks I'm about to perform. I place my skateboard at the edge of the half-pipe. Everything is in slow motion, but this is my plan all along. The secret to skateboarding is that you have to imagine yourself doing each trick slowly, which is why I'm going to beat the shit out of him.

I hop onto the skateboard and automatically I feel the adrenaline, brings back old memories. I quickly skate from one side to another and do a frontslide at the edge from where I started. I skate down and I do hear a little bit of applause from the audience. I skate back and forth, getting some air. I quickly decide what move to do. Since I'm gaining speed quickly, it doesn't feel like it since I'm blown out of my mind, I do a simple McTwist, since the move has part of my name. I skate back down and I know that I have one more move before my turn ends. I make sure I catch enough air and while I'm coming down from the sky I do a Caballerial to a double switch hand fingerflip. I can feel my body doing a 360 turn very slowly, as I grab the skateboard from under me and flip it with my fingers. I thank God when I manage to place the skateboard under me again; just in time too because once that's done, I skate over to the other side where Otto is standing at.

I breathe in and out. I'm totally out of shape. I hear a strange sound and I look out into the crowd and they are going wild. I turn to Otto and he looks more pissed than ever. I see flames coming off of his head. I shrug him off and go down the stairs and meet up with James.

"How did I do?" I ask him, as I'm trying to catch my breath.

"I think the crowd should answer that." James says as he takes the skateboard from my hand and gives it to a random kid.

I hear questions coming from the crowd, but the basic one I hear is "What's your name?" I'm still huffing and puffing, but finally I can come out with a complete answer. "My name is Twister." And before I knew it, everybody is chanting my name. Those are the last words I hear before I hurl over the concrete ground and blackout.

A/N- Hello my pretties. This is the longest chapter I've ever written in my entire life, and I love it. I decided that all of you deserve it, since I haven't posted in a while. I'm really glad that I got to finish publishing this chapter before I start working on my graduation invitations. Anyway, hopefully I'll get chapter 5 posted in a week or two. Oh and is it just me or does it seem like not very much Rocket Power readers come on here anymore? I feel like the fandom has died down some, but that's okay because I write for my enjoyment, but it will be nice to know what all of you are thinking. Leave a quick review if you have time. Tell me your thoughts. Am I boring you with this story? Is it good so far? Please don't be afraid to tell me how you feel. TTFN Guys! Peace!