Breaking Chains / Johnny Lawrence x Reader

Of Beach-Dates and Bad Ideas.

1985.

Wrapped in a big, warm blanket together, Bobby grabbed your waist to pull you even closer to him. In front of you was a small, but still very hot, bonfire, that you two were simply staring into. Both of you were quiet for some time, just enjoying the night on the beach.

A few hundred meters away you could hear the loud but calming crashing of the ocean-waves. You lay your head on Bobbys shoulder, pulling the blanket higher up to your neck. He smelt really good and his presence made you happy. His right hand still on your waist, he caressed your side over his hoodie that you were wearing. His cheek found a place on top of your head, his breathing quiet and regularly.

It was the most perfect date you had ever experienced up until now. The silence that lay between you wasn't embarrassing or anything, it calmed you down. In his presence you could simply let go, it nearly lulled you to sleep. You felt safe.

But not only made it feel you safe, it gave you little bit of an adrenaline-rush. Neither you nor Bobby told anyone about the dates you had in the last weeks. You were pretty sure that Daniel would flip out and Bobby was pretty sure that his friends would beat him up for meeting a LaRusso.

The wind was blowing single strands of hair out of your ponytail. With a gentle hand, Bobby drew them back behind your ear, you looked up. For a moment you were staring at each other, always changing from each others eyes to ... With your heart beating loudly in your chest you leant in, capturing Bobbys lips with yours. He grabbed your face right away, now with both hands and gave the butterflies in your stomach a reason to party. He kissed you back as if his life depended on it, his hands firmly on your skin but ever so gentle. The butterflies were now having a rave.

'Isn't it a bit late for you to be outside, Little LaRusso?', a voice behind you two asked in a very demanding tone. With a loud gasp you nearly hurled yourself of the log you were sitting on, Bobby standing up in an instant. 'Johnny –', he began but got quickly interrupted.

'You tryin' to find out what LaRusso had planned for the tournament, eh?' Johnny smirked. He was speaking to Bobby but his gaze never left you. You pulled the blanket from the ground and covered yourself with it whole, the wind starting to feel cold. Your face however felt as if you just held it right into the fire. You looked over to Bobby, not knowing what to say, and saw his baffled face. He seemed scared and was probably looking for an excuse.

Behind Johnny, where the beach gave way to the street, you could see his others friends on their bikes, laughing and watching the situation unfold from a far. You stepped closer to Bobby, taking a big breath, grabbing his hand and facing Johnny confidently. Bobby shot you a quick confused look, blushing from the touch of your hand. Your fingers intertwined.

'Fuck off Lawrence. Crashing a date? What an asshole-move. Jealous because it's not you and Ali?' A cocky smile plastering your face, while receiving the most deadliest stare from him. Pushing him even more, you grabbed the hem of Bobbys sweater and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Surprised at first, he slowly began to kiss you back – right in front of his friends.
You could hear Johnny's angry breathing very clear, your lips turning back into the provocating smile before breaking the kiss and turning back around to the Blonde. Dear god, he'll drown you in the ocean for sure. At least your words seemed to have hit him right where you wanted them to. Bobby gave your hand a short squeeze, leaning in to your ear, whispering:' Sorry love, guess I'll have to fix something now. I'll talk to them. See you Monday in School? Thanks for today .. It was .. amazing.' Another squeeze to your hand and a quick kiss to your forehead, he walked right past Johnny and up to his friends. Neither of them looked at each other, Johnny still standing there.

But his expression had changed. He didn't look like he would rip your throat out anymore, he looked .. hurt? Maybe mentioning Ali wasn't such a good idea, he probably still liked her. Great, now you felt guilty.