Money, Power, Glory (Terry Silver Fanfic)

Chapter 7

I woke up due to the buzzing I heard in the room. I turned to face Terry, tucking my hands under my pillow and watching him sleep. He looked so peaceful while he was asleep. I closed my eyes as well trying to fall back asleep. I felt Terry's hand slowly pull my hand out under the pillow, and intervene his fingers through mine. I smiled at the gesture while keeping my eyes closed. He caressed my knuckles gently with his thumb. I felt him stroke my hair with his other hand. I opened my eyes. He smiled at me and scooted himself closer to me. 

"What are we going to do today?" I asked. 

"We will go to the dojo and wait for Danny Boy to show up." I scrunched my eyebrows looking at him, "How will we know for sure that he's going to show?" 

"Trust me, Lana. He will show. I know it for sure." I smiled at his optimism. Although torturing a teenager is not my peace of cake, I still need to take a bite of the cake to satisfy the baker. 

"Are we going to head over to the dojo now?" 

"Yes," he confirmed. I nodded, "But first," I let go of his hand and crossed my legs sitting up. He repeated my action watching me closely in curiosity. I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the mirror with the dope that was cut last night before we went to sleep. I held up the mirror with dope on it in front of him. He grinned childishly. 

"Ladies first," he declared. 

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When we reached the dojo, the inside looked unutilized. The mat was beginning to dust and the equipment looked like they haven't been used in a long time. Terry dropped the bag he carried on his shoulder onto the floor. 

"I brought you a gi as well, Lana." I turned my body to face him while keeping my arms crossed, "You got me a gi as well?" 

"Of course! don't expect to be sitting around while I do my exercises, do you? Besides you would look gorgeous in a gi." I chuckled rolling my eyes. I reached into the bag and got a hold of a black gi. I put on the pants with ease, but I struggled to tie the strings of the upper part of the gi. Without me noticing I felt a pair of hands sneak up on my waist. 

"Need assistance?" Terry whispered although no one was in the dojo besides him and me. I let go of the strings in defeat and annoyance. "Yes, please." Terry turned me around to face him. He bowed down while I raised my arms to keep them out of his way of trying to tie my strings. He finished tying my strings firmly. He grabbed my waist and stood up towering above me. I placed my hands on his shoulders looking into his eyes. 

We slowly let go of each other. "Let me teach you a form." I nodded my head. He faced the mirror and got into a stance that involved folding his hands into a fist and holding them below his waist with the knuckles facing the ground. "This is called a junbi stance." I copied his actions by looking at the mirror. 

He showed me a couple of moves involving knee kicks, side kicks, and various punches. As Terry was demonstrating the forms, I heard the dojo door opening. I stared at the reflection of Danny Boy in the mirror in front of me. He was observing Terry and me closely; watching our moves. 

Terry finished off the form and turned around facing Danny Boy, "Hey."

"Hi, that was great, man," Danny Boy praised in awe. Danny waived his hand at me in a greeting manner which I returned. "How you doing?" 

"Good. We're just trying to work the rust out," Terry replied placing his hands on his hips. 

"Listen, I gave your offer some thought. And um," Danny Boy trailed off. 

"And?"

"And if it's not too much trouble, I'd like to take you up on it. I mean, you know, just on a short-term basis."

"Oh, trouble, you kidding? It'd be an honor. How does Mr. Miyagi feel about it?"  

Danny Boy was silent, "Mr. Miyagi, he, uh he doesn't need to know about it if, um..."

"But he knows you're competing?"

"Yeah. I mean, he knows that. He just... he doesn't approve," the boy admitted. 

"Well, everybody has a right to an opinion. Look, I won't say anything," Terry assured the boy. 

"Thanks." 

At that moment, I heard my cell ringing inside my bag. I excused myself to the locker room. 

"Hey, Lana," Marie greeted me on the other line. 

"Oh, hey! Hi! how are you doing? How's everything?"

"Busy as usual, but I wanted to check in with you to make sure you're doing fine. I haven't heard back from you in weeks." My heart warmed up due to her being concerned about me.

"I'm doing just fine and thank you for the concerns, Marie," I spoke as I was changing out of my gi. 

"That's good to hear. Are you planning on coming back to New York anytime soon? I know we're not free until Spring, but it would be great if you did, so we can get started on booking more shows and find our wardrobe stylists. Also, Clinique gave me a call earlier asking for you to model for their new lipstick. I told them that I would consult with you first and can't promise anything," she suggested. I paused for a moment giving it some thought. 

Amid the silence, I heard Terry shouting at Danny Boy from the locker room. I remembered the purpose of my stay. To avenge Johny. Spend 'quality time' with the man I'm in love with while pretending my feelings for him are not valid. 

"Earth to Lana?" Marie interrupted my train of thought. 

"Oh, I'm here."

"So, what do I tell Clinique?" 

I paused for a moment, "Tell them I'm sick with the flu, and I can't do it." 

I heard her let out a sigh of disappointment on the other line, "Are you sure about this, Lana? I mean, this could be great for you." 

"Yes, Marie. I'm sure."

There was a long pause again, "Listen, I may not know the actual reason as to why you are in L.A right now, but I just hope you're making the right choice by staying."

I rolled my eyes, "I told you, Marie. I'm just here to spend some quality time with a close friend whom I haven't seen for months but have known for years. It is not as deep as you think so." 

"I hope it is not as deep as I think so." I finished putting on my normal clothes, shoving the gi into my bag. 

"If that's all, I should get going, Marie."

"Alright, Lana. Take care of yourself and call me if you need anything."

"bye-bye," I hung up the phone. I sat down on the bench placed in the middle of the locker room pondering whether I made a good or a bad decision by declining the offer from Clinique. Or whether my feelings for Terry are blinding me to the truth of everything. 

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