ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɴᴇ? | Hawk/ Eli Moskowitz | SLOW UPDATES

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PART ONE

MIGUEL LOOKED AT ME and Brooke as we entered Sams house. I guess you could say me and Brooke have been on okay terms. Of course i will never forget what she did to my brother, but that doesn't mean i can't forgive. Some things are meant to be pushed past, but given not enough room to forget.

Just because Brooke has broken our friendship once doesn't mean she will do it again. But it also means it's not guaranteed she won't.

"What are we doing here?." She asks me. I look over at her with a simple shrug because i know exactly why we are here. If i mention why now everyone will turn around.

We need to try.

Miguel has a master plan to have Miyagi-do and eagle fang karate come to their senses. When he told me about it i told him his plan was helpless considering all the opinions people have based against one another. But just because it may be a challenge doesn't mean it's impossible.

"Lets just hear them out." We walk further down the house into the living room which was littered with miyagi-do students.

I expected to see them, but i haven't talked to Demetri or Tyler since that whole Eli conversation. I would assume they are still mad at me considering the scowl they are currently sending me. But at the same time i don't want them to hate me forever.

I still like Eli, i can't change how i feel. And if that makes them mad then so be it.

After everyone's lame bickering we took a seat in the living room. Miguel sent everyone an encouraging smile to which everyone ignores. When Miguel looks at me i give him a reassuring smile back.

I couldn't believe this immature karate fight between grown men had come to this point. But it has.

We can fix this.

We can all learn to forgive.

"I can't say this plainer.Eagle Fang and Miyagi- do have to work together." Sam says, her arms crossed as she looks at all of us.

Everyone lets out a chorus of dissatisfaction.

"Even if we wanted to team up, it would never work. I was in Cobra Kai. Their style mixes with ours like..." Chris begins, searching for a word.

"Oil and vinegar?"

I contemplate falling asleep. My attire seems quite fitting as the only thing i was willing to put on today was a pair of tight shorts and an oversized hoodie.

"No, not salad dressing." I laugh at his words as everyone sends me a dirty look. Haters gonna hate.
"I would say like the British Bulldogs and the Hart Foundation." I roll my eyes, looking around as everyone sits in an awkward silence.

"They were friends, dipshit." Mitch says, him and Chris have some sort of past, because he will not let this man live.

"Not at WrestleMania 3, penis breath." I almost start laughing, but when Miguel looks at me i realize i need to be quiet.

For the sake of this stupid rivalry.

"Okay, you can't call me pen¡s breath. Only they can." Mitch nods towards us.

I can't take this seriously.

"Why are you okay with anyone calling you pen¡s breath?." I break. I laugh but quickly collect myself , looking around excusing everyone for my behaviour.