Hot Dude Smuts

Daniel LaRusso

Movie: The Karate Kid (Ralph Macchio)

A/N: This is a long one btw.

I was at the beach, just hanging out with a couple of girls from school. I was watching a group of boys fumble around with a soccer ball. They got real close and started kicking sand everywhere. One of them stopped. He had a grey muscle shirt, and a huge spot of sweat sat on his lower back. He started juggling the ball on his knees, showing off for me. His friends knocked the ball away from him, and he seemed like he was about to say something, but he didn't.

I leaned over to the girls.

"Who's the new kid?" I asked them. They all shrugged.

"He just moved here yesterday." One of them said. He was pretty cute. That night he left, but came back with a red hoodie. It looked really good on him. We kept making eye contact, and his smile was adorable. He was talking to his buddies about something when one of them threw the ball at us. I grabbed it and stood up. The boy started walking towards me.

"I think you dropped something." I said, handing him back the ball.

"Yeah, thanks." He said, taking it from me.

"So, how do you juggle it?" I ask him. He lights up.

"Aw, it's really easy. Just start with one hit, then go to two and three and four. You try." He said, handing it back to me. I tried, and it rolled away. He went and chased it. I was having a lot of fun. He was holding my waist, and helping me juggle it. But soon I saw 6 motorcycle headlights. I kicked the ball far away and headed back to my friend group.

The motorcycles got closer. My ex, Johnny, got off of his and approached me.

"Come one, Y/N. I want to talk." He said. I could tell he was drunk.

"Yeah, well I don't." I said stubbornly, hugging my legs to my chest. He grabbed my radio and turned it off.

"Hey, give me back my radio!" I said, standing up. He held it out of my reach.

"Will you talk to me?" He asked.

"Yes, god damnit I'll talk to you just give me back my radio." I said breathless. He hands it back to me and I turn it all the way up and try to walk away. He grabs it out of my hand and throws it on the ground. One of the dials fell off.

"You just broke my radio!" I yelled at him.

"Yeah, well, if you would have just talked to me it wouldn't be broken." He said. I see the boy from earlier pick up the radio.

"That's not cool man. It ain't your radio." He said, picking up the pieces that fell off.

"Yeah, what're you going to do about it, boy?" Johnny asked him. Johnny's friends grabbed me and held me back. The boy dropped my radio in the sand. He brought his fists up and ran towards Johnny. He tripped over his foot and fell face first into the sand. Johnny's friends started laughing.

The boy got up and ran at him once again, but fell another time. He stayed on the ground.

"You see, Y/N, your little boyfriend here wouldn't be getting beat up if you just talked to me." Johnny said.

The boy got up and punched Johnny in the face. Johnny looked shocked. He came back and kicked the boy in the side, and punching him in the stomach, winding him.

"Johnny! Leave him alone!" I scream, trying to get away from his friends. Johnny got up and left on his motorcycle. They all took turns running over my radio, and made a sharp turn, making sure to spray the boy with sand. I approach him, he's still on the ground.