DESTRUCTION- Cobra Kai

S1 E1: Ace Degenerate

Edited on January 1, 2022. Happy New Year! Prepare for the rest of the story, and the editing of previous chapters! I will be changing a few things, but if you've already read the story before, the changes will not be drastic enough for you to have to read it again if you don't want to. 

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Miguel stood outside of our small apartment in the Receda, with me at his feet, while I picked at my nails and looked around. I looked up to my brother when he moved suddenly, as our neighbor picked up some trash outside his door.

"Miguel--" I yelped as I lost balance and tumbled over his shoes. I growled at my twin, and rolled my eyes. "Why didn't I just eat you in the womb? Estúpido." Miguel turned to glare at me, and kept walking towards the blonde, and--very obviously-- hungover man. I cringed when I got too close to the man. He was a mess, and he reeked of alcohol. 

Miguel was determined to figure out what was going on with our water pressure, and he insisted that he'd ask a few neighbors if they were experiencing the same issues. I mean, I thought he just wanted an excuse to get out of the house, but I should've known that when my brother is determined to do something... he will do it.

"Hey. I'm Miguel. My family and I just moved into 109," Miguel smiled at the man.

"I'm Camila." I said, with a wave.

"Great. More immigrants," the man said, offending me.

"Excuse you, assh--"

"Mila," Miguel glared at me, causing me to cross my arms in defeat. "Actually, we're from Riverside...but anyways, I was wondering if you were having trouble with your water pressure, 'cause I know our sink's being a little weird right now and..." the man--ignoring my brother's rant--continued to throw out his trash, and Miguel cut himself off to tell him: "Oh! Bottles go in the blue bin--" the man threw his recyclables into the dumpster, my heart clenching in my chest when he did so. Oh, the poor Earth.

"Listen. Menudo, Cruella--I've lived in this shithole for over ten years. The pipes don't work. The fountain's full of piss. The only good thing about being here is that I don't have to talk to anybody. So, nice knowing you." the man said, rudely. I felt my ears get hot.

"My name is Camila, you ugly piece of sh--"

"Mila!" Miguel scolded me, and I pouted. "Okay. Well.. have a nice day... I guess," Miguel finished as the man walked away, opening the squeaky door to his car, and driving off.

"Ugh. I hate it here," I threw my head back into my brothers chest. He wrapped an arm loosely around my shoulders.

"Come on. Let's go inside," he said, pulling me with him into our new home.

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"Donde esta el Pepto Bismol?" Miguel asked the man behind the counter as we entered the mini-mart.

"Por ahi," the worker responded, and I grabbed a bottle, tossing it over to my brother.

"Can you put that on a plate?" our neighbor from earlier was at the counter, getting some pizza. I scoffed. "Got something to say Cruella?" the man asked, and I shook my head.

"My grandma's not feeling well," Miguel told the man, as if he cared.

"Didn't ask. C'mon, what's Spanish for 'just give me my damn slice?'"

"Pinche bendejo," the man behind the counter said in Spanish, which meant: "He probably has a little dick." Miguel and I had to contain our laughter. Our neighbor looked confused.