A Cobra Kai • Hawk/Eli fan fiction
With all the Valleys crazy, what could possibly go wrong?
Missy Barns, daughter of Micheal Barns and Cassie Nichols, is a teenage girl that holds ties to Karate and some of its students... thanks to Johnny Lawren...
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"Something's different about you."
"I think you're imagining things."
•••
There were only certain things I could recall happening last night, and that was Eli and Moon, and my whole incident with Liam. Moments before I completely spiralled into the bottle... Of course. It was the stuff I didn't want to remember.
Most of the time I was good at burying my feelings, it was just something that came naturally. People try to get me to talk, I don't know why it's so hard for me to do so though. I guess I just find it easier to sulk on my own, and suffer the consequences later.
Like right now.
I woke up with a pounding headache, and the blinding light of the sun shinning through my window. Usually I have the curtains closed, but because of last night that wasn't doable. I barely made it to my bed without crashing to the floor first..
Eli had a hard time getting into my house last night, with me in his arms. With me only being half able to see, and immobile, climbing up the trellis was harder than usual. Eli had the worst time carrying himself, and my body weight up there with him. It's a good thing we work out, because it would've been a lost cause...
As I rolled around in my bed avoiding the sunlight, Cosmo jumped onto of my arm. Suspending my movement as she began licking my nose, purring away. Usually I would find this cute, but this morning I just want to stab myself.
Remind me never to ever get this drunk again.
*knock*
*knock*
*knock*
I groaned at the sound of Avery pounding on my door, shouting "can I come in?! I'm coming in." I couldn't bring myself to stop her. My sister is relentless, a trait that actually got her very far in life.
"Yes?"
My face was buried into my pillow now as she came over to my side with a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin. In her basket of stuff was a small bottle of orange juice, and a hash brown from McDonald's.
"I made a trip this morning for you. Say thank you."
I turn my head over to see that she set all the stuff down on my nightstand.
"Thank you" I tell her sincerely.
As much as we didn't get along, she always did stuff like this for me. No matter how bad we argue, she still ends up sticking around and going out of her way to take care of me when I was in these kinds of conditions.
