My semi-fictional boyfriend - Young Johnny Lawrence (The Karate Kid)

Chapter 10||The ugliest dog

It was weird with Johnny. Weird and kind of cool. He wasn't an overbearing boyfriend type. After we kissed we had watched a movie, holding hands and kissing some more.

My parents came home late, not bothering to come in and say goodnight. Lucky for us, because the chair was in its normal spot under the handle and Johnny was lying next to me on the bed, his arms around my waist. His heart beat wildly against my cheek, but I felt calmer for it. Crazy, right?

"Why's your heart beating so fast, Lawrence?" I joked.

"It always does that when your near, Diaz. You've nearly given me four heart-attacks by now."

"Only four?" I asked, raising a brow.

Laughing, he rolled over and kissed me. Now it was my turn to nearly have the heart-attack.

The next day, we went to the arcade. It reminded Johnny of Golf 'n stuff and in my mind - probably of Alli. When he saw my face, he frowned.

"What's wrong, Sunshine?"

"It's silly."

"Come on, just tell me."

I wondered if he'd be mad. If he'd think I was one of those whiny, insecure girls.

"I just can't help but wonder that if this place reminds you of Golf 'n Stuff, then it probably reminds you of Alli, too." I rushed out, the words nearly forming one breath.

He burst out laughing and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"I thought of Alli that first day and then the second and then after that, all I could think was how you annoyed me, how you surprised me, how beautiful you are. All I can think of is you. And if I ever do go back, everything there...will remind me of you."

My heart beat wildly as my cheeks warmed.

"That is the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me, you know that?"

"Well, then I'm glad it came from me." 

I rolled my eyes and playfully shoved him. 

We played games for the rest of the day, competing in air-hockey, hoops and put-put. He won me this odd looking dog that turned out to be the ugliest thing I'd ever seen.

I loved it.

We held hands as we walked down the side of the beach. I leaned my head on his shoulder as we watched the sunset over the water. This was what genuine happiness felt like. Or so my over-stimulated heart told me.

He piggy-backed me to my motorcycle and still let me drive without complaint. I did give him the bad-ass helmet though. 

I knew that this couldn't last forever, but I willed it to last as long as possible.

As we drove home, I spotted that familiar face. Daniel LaRusso was standing on Aaron's porch, looking over the street. Our eyes met but I was sure he didn't recognize me. How could he? Then again, how could Johnny?

Luckily I had my helmet on. Time seemed to slow down as we drove past, Johnny wasn't paying attention. I was the only one who had seen him.

Did I stop and let them get out of my world? Did I drive past and tell Johnny later? Was I honest? Was I in love?

Then we were past the house and my heart nearly exploded out of my chest. I didn't have to tell Johnny, did I? Would he be angry later?

Was I a selfish twat? Probably.

I'd worry about that later.