But no one gives a shit
But no one gives a shit
About my life
Until I die
Until I die
It's DIY
It's DIY
"OH MY GOD, Y/N!"
"Elisabeth," You said bitterly, Ralph looked over at you, muttering something to Will, who blinked. It made sense now to him why you didn't eat when he took you out. Lisa blinked, "Y/N, I had to, I was worried I-"
"Chicks before dicks, bitch."
"Wait, wh-?"
You left, taking a seat beside the director, Mich.
"Hello, Y/N Y/M/N."
"Hello, Mich, how's the wife?"
"Good, y'know, our son just started college."
"Really? Gosh, that's great!" You felt good, Mich never brought up uncomfortable topics. He was a hippie with John Lennon glasses, and long hair, he drove a BMW bus to make it even better.
He was just Mich.
"And, action!"
*Acting*
Miyagi: First, wash all car. Then wax. Wax on...
Daniel: Hey, why do I have to...?
Miyagi: Ah ah! Remember deal! No questions!
Daniel: Yeah, but...
Miyagi: Hai!
[makes circular gestures with each hand]
Miyagi: Wax on, right hand. Wax off, left hand. Wax on, wax off. Breathe in through nose, out the mouth. Wax on, wax off. Don't forget to breathe, very important.
[walks away, still making circular motions with hands]
Miyagi: Wax on, wax off. Wax on, wax off.
"And cut! Ralph, that was great- so the next scene is-"
"Hold on, Mich," Ralph stepped down, walking over to you.
"How was that?"
"Great," You said, not bothering to cover up a stomach grumble, Lisa, Will, and Mich all turned to gawk at you. You waved.
"Really?"
"Really."
He leaned closer, wrapping his arms around your small waist, "Really?"
"Mmm-hmm," You pursed you lips, he was so close you could smell his breath. Smelled good.
He turned his head to the side a little, you closed your eyes and-
"Ralph George Macchio, Jr!"
(A/N, yes that's his real name! Lmao, my poor bae)
"Shit," He pulled away, turning to a much older man...
(The guy who played Kreese, his name is Martin Kove)
"Damnit, Martin! Can't you see I'm trying to make out with my girlfriend?"
"It can wait," You softly pushed him off of you, frowning. You didn't know how much longer you could go without eating.
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Weightless/// Ralph Macchio
FanfictionIt will be nailed into your jawbone It is painted in the mirror stripped to the bone to the soul, to the i don't know stripped to the core the the matter to the flesh, and oh Stripped to four in the morning
