𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙍𝙤𝙮𝙖𝙡 𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨- 𝙀𝙡𝙞 𝙈𝙤𝙨𝙠𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙯/ 𝙃𝙖𝙬𝙠

Three

Flora's eyes widened, as Hawk's body was pressed up against hers. His face was resting into her neck, and even though it was a turtle necked sweater, she could feel tingles. Her hands were clutching at the back of his jacket protectively so that he doesn't fall, while the frying pan she used a while ago cluttered again and again on the floor.

" Flora!" It was Demetri that reached them first as Miguel and Sam approached the kitchen too, just behind him, " What the actual fuck-- "

" I've caught the enemy. " Flora proudly and over dramatically shouted, but she wasn't so sure about him being an enemy anymore, or at least to her, she had picked on her first instinct and hit him, but it felt like he was actually checking up on her, " Let's tie up this son of a dog and burn him down, send his skull to those bastards."

" Yeah, he's not an enemy anymore." Miguel said, kind of unsurely. 

" I don't think burning someone down is actually legal." Demetri informed the younger LaRusso in the room. She was busy running her palm up and down the spikes of Hawk's mohawk curiously. The sensation felt satisfying and fun. 

" So that's just a Riverdale thing. Cool." Flora nodded thoughtfully, as Hawk was slipping out of her arms and she had a hard time holding him up, cause boy he was heavy. 

Miguel slapped the boy's arm, " Dude!"

" I was just informing her so that she doesn't plan on burning down someone else later." Demetri exclaimed, throwing his arms about, "I don't think she has a sense of humor. That sounded concerningly serious." 

" Oi, do you guys mind getting this heavy stinky male off of me?" Flora said, gesturing at Hawk with her eyes, " Enemy or not-an-enemy-anymore, he's super heavy. I didn't think lads with slutty waists could be heavy. "

" Yeah--uh--" Demetri volunteered, and Miguel assisted him, as they lifted up Hawk and dragged him towards the livingroom. And then Sam gave Flora a hand to pull her up.

" How did you even do that?" Sam asked looking back at Hawk, totally passed out.

Flora pointed at the frying pan by their feet.

" Okay, and when did you come down? I told you not to." Sam whisper shouted, "What if something happened to you?!! You know, mom and dad would--" 

" Yeah, well, you can't just expect me to stay up there like an useless kid, and come down here when everyone in the humankind is officially dead beyond resurrection. Like a capital D-E-A-D, and it's  a post-apocalyptic situation. Seriously, fix your expectations, Samantha! " Flora rolled her eyes, making Sam flinch, as the boys looked over at them worriedly from the livingroom," We're cool guys. Just having a lovely, absolutely cool, non violent, sisterly chat." She sweetly said before snapping her head Sam's way, " I was terrified and worried--" She softly said, " for you. I was hyperventilating. So, don't be stupid and start a lecture on how irrational I must have acted. My brain chemicals don't function that way. "

" Flo, I'm fine. I'm okay." Sam told her, keeping her voice as sensitive as possible, " This has been--all this chaos--it's been this exhausting, endless ordeal. I'm used to it. You're not. I didn't expect tonight to go down like this. But I, sure as hell, am not surprised even a little bit that it did. "

 " I'm not weak. So stop giving me that face you give to toddlers."

" I know you're not." Sam gave an assuring nod, as she looked around the house, all messed up and bloody, " Wait! Did you get any blood on you?"

Flora looked down at her body and did a princess-twirl, " Negative."

"Alright, then. Let's make sure you didn't kill him and then I will tell you everything like I promised. " She said.