Alright, next chapter. There's probably only going to be two more after this. Thanks to 01ryanlover, RJMoonspell4, ocgirl.fr, thekiller00, twirlgirl85, and najeda for the awsome reviews. Enjoy and review!

Rach

Disclaimer: It's not mine so don't sue me.

Julie smiled smugly in Kevin's direction, Marissa had just shrugged his arm away when he tried to put it around her shoulders. The doorbell would be ringing any minute now, Luke was going to be the first date. "I can't wait until you're gone," Julie said. "Guess you'll be waiting awhile," Kevin shot back. "Kev, shut up," Marissa groaned. She hated that her parents put her on this show, and she wasn't hiding it. "Look at that, she's getting sick of you already," Jimmy pointed out. "Would all of you shut up?" Marissa practically screamed. She knew that Kevin was a crappy boyfriend, she didn't need MTV to tell her that. She knew it, and she didn't really care. Marissa was hoping the doorbell would ring so she could get of the house, even it was with a total stranger. "At least I'm never late to pick her up," Kevin said to no one in particular. "He's not late, he's just taking his time," Julie defended. Marissa rolled her eyes. Then a chime echoed throughout the large house. "I'll get it," Julie smiled.

She reentered the room with a very built young man, his shaggy blond hair hung just above his eyes. Marissa had to admit he was good looking. "Luke, this is my beautiful daughter Marissa. Marissa this my choice, Luke," Julie explained. Luke held out his hand and Marissa shook it. "Let's blow this Popsicle stand," Luke suggested with a charming smile. Kevin pretended to gag. Marissa followed Luke outside, she was glad to be away from her obnoxious parents.

Jimmy turned on the TV, and sat back down next to Julie. Luke and Marissa appeared on screen. They were at the beach. "I could take her to the beach if I wanted," Kevin said, clearly jealous. "You do take her to the beach, honey. You take when you meet your friends and buy drugs," Julie said feigning niceness. Jimmy stifled a laugh and Kevin shook his head. All turned their attention back to the TV.

"One of my favorite pastimes is surfing, I thought maybe I'd give you a lesson," Luke explained why they were at the beach. "Um, I didn't bring a bathing suit," Marissa admitted. "No worries. I've got a bikini and a wetsuit right here," He smiled. Marissa looked at he was handing her, the bikini was practically non-existent. Marissa trudged to the to the little public bathroom by the parking lot and went in to change.

"He just wants to see her in a bikini," Kevin said from the Cooper's comfortable couch. "And you just want to see her naked. At least he's got her clothed," Julie shot back.

Back at the beach, Marissa and Luke were now in the water, Marissa was giving the surfboard a skeptic look. "Looking at it's not gonna do much, babe," Luke said with a hearty laugh. Marissa pretended she wasn't disgusted by the fact he had called her babe. "First thing you gotta do is sit on it," He said. Marissa attempted to swing one leg over the board but instead fell backwards into the cold sea water. This prompted a laugh from the viewers back home. "No, like this," Luke said and helped her up. "Now we've got get you to stand up," he continued. Marissa groaned. She didn't want to stand up because she knew she was going to fall. "I'll hold you. You won't fall," Luke reassured her.

"Oh look," Julie crooned, "he wants to hold her." "That's so sweet," Jimmy added. "I can be sweet," Kevin defended himself. Jimmy and Julie erupted in laughter.

Marissa stood shakily on the surfboard. Luke was trying to hold her up but she was shaking nervously and he couldn't keep a grip. There was a loud splash as Marissa fell into the water, dragging Luke with her. They both came up laughing, and even though Marissa was cold and wet, she was having fun. "Lets get you a towel," Luke suggested with another one of those bright white smiles.

"They're so cute together," Julie cooed, "and she's laughing and having fun. I don't remember the last time she had fun with you." "We have fun all the time," Kevin said defensively. "I don't think she means in bed," Jimmy informed him.

Two towels were spread out in the sand. Marissa and Luke were talking, something Kevin and Marissa never did. "So, we already know I like to surf, what do you like to do in your free time?" Luke asked, unaware that he'd hit a nerve. Before Kevin, there was lots of things Marissa liked to do. She loved shopping, going to parties, hanging out with her best friend Summer, and listening to Seth's lame excuses for jokes wasn't even that bad. "I don't know. Lots of stuff," Marissa finally replied. "Uh-huh, that's not vague at all," Luke grinned. "Sorry," Marissa giggled, "but I don't have much free time. I just hang out with my boyfriend and stuff." Luke frowned. "So he's a control freak?" Luke asked. "No, not really. But I don't want to talk about him. I think I'm starting to burn, help me with the sunscreen?" Marissa asked. Luke grinned wildly. Marissa had one of the most beautiful bodies he'd ever seen. Long legs, flat stomach, pretty face, and now he got to put sunscreen all over it.

"Would you look at that? She doesn't want to talk about you," Julie screeched, feigning disbelief. "She just doesn't want to hurt his feelings by telling him how hot and strong and good in bed I am," Kevin insisted. "You can keep telling yourself that," Jimmy smirked, "But we all know the truth."

Big Dolce and Gabanna sunglasses shielded Marissa's delicate features from the sun. Luke was laying on his back on the towel next to her. They had dozed off a bit in the warm sun, but they were up now and more than one of them was disappointed that their date was over. Luke dropped her off at home and Marissa groaned inwardly as she opened her front door. She knew Kevin was going to be in a bad mood. "Did you have fun, kiddo?" Jimmy asked his daughter. "Yeah," Marissa said truthfully, "I did." Julie smiled at this admission, "Was he a nice guy?" she asked. "Yeah, Mom. He was cool," Marissa answered. Kevin was sitting on the loveseat with his arms crossed. "Glad you had fun," he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. She didn't say anything, which only further pissed Kevin off. "Shut up," she said, repeating her earlier statement, "I'm sorry that I had fun in places other than a bed with people other than you. Sorry that the world doesn't revolve around you, Kev. Sorry that I have a life." Before he could say anything, the doorbell rang. "That must be Ryan."