FAIRY TALE
noun: fairytale
- something resembling a fairy tale in being magical, idealized, or extremely happy.
modifier noun: fairy-tale
"a fairy-tale romance"
• Based on the Netflix series Cobra Kai
• Robby Keene...
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The soft morning light crept through the blinds, waking Odette from her restless sleep. She fluttered her eyes open, the faint scent of breakfast wafting in from the kitchen. As she turned her head, she saw Sam still sleeping beside her, curled up on the bed in a deep, alcohol-induced slumber.
Odette's mind slowly pieced together the events from the night before, and she blinked a few times, trying to push away the grogginess.
Johnny Lawrence's spare bedroom. She was here. The chaos of the party, the police, bringing Sam here—everything seemed so surreal in the cold light of day.
Odette sat up, squinting as the sunlight filtered through the blinds. She rubbed both of her eyes, trying to ease the sleepiness that clung to her. With a deep sigh, she swung her legs over the side of the bed, standing up and stretching her arms above her head.
She needed to check on Sam and make sure she was okay, but first—breakfast sounded good.
She stepped out of the bedroom and walked into the living room, where she found Johnny at the stove, flipping slices of ham. Robby was leaning against the counter, watching his father as the sizzling sound filled the air.
"Morning." Odette greeted, her voice a little awkward as she met Robby's gaze.
"Good morning." Robby smiled, his eyes lighting up as he walked over to her. Without hesitation, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against her lips, the lingering warmth of the moment making her smile.
Despite the craziness of last night, they still had each other.
Johnny glanced over at them, a small, proud smile tugging at his lips. He watched his son and Odette for a moment, taking in how Robby had grown since meeting her. In the short time they'd been together, she seemed to have brought out a better side of him. Johnny could see it and for once, he felt a flicker of genuine happiness for his son's choices.
"Morning." Johnny greeted as he flipped the slices of ham. "Breakfast should be ready soon."
"Mr. Lawrence, I... I just wanted to thank you for letting Sam and me stay the night." Odette said gratefully as Robby wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him as they both stood beside the stove.
Johnny waved it off, still focused on his cooking. "It's fine, Odette. Call me Johnny. I've been in your shoes before, so no need to thank me. Just make yourselves at home."
Before anyone could say anything more, there was a knock on the door.
"Johnny? Johnny, come on, I saw your car outside. I know you're in there, open up." Daniel LaRusso's unmistakable voice rang through the apartment.
"Go in the other room. I got your back." Johnny assured his son.
"Johnny?" Daniel's voice called out again, louder this time, more insistent.
