-𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑰𝑻 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑲 '- × johnny lawrence

𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐃𝐘

i left my uncles dojo after the boys karate showcase, and i'm not even gonna lie- i was actually impressed. they could all hold their own, and were actually just about as good as they liked to claim. the biggest shock to me was johnny lawrence, now i finally understood why his ego was so big. i called him the karate kid, but i didn't know just how good he really was. i had so many connections to the boy previously, but how come i'd never met him before?

i'd been friends with ali for years, and she dated this guy. rarely did she ever mention him and when she did it was just "johnny." maybe i didn't pay enough attention, or maybe ali wasn't the friend i thought she was. what am i kidding? if anything i was the shitty friend suddenly hanging around her best friends ex boyfriend. i'm just thinking too hard on this, and maybe ali had other reasons for avoiding me at school. 

but another shock to me was my uncle, how come he never mentioned johnny? surely he and my father would've had a conversation about his karate prodigy. i'm thinking about this way too much. in fact, i'm thinking about johnny lawrence way too much. 

i pushed open the doors to the large encino home, stepping inside i was greeted with a familiar smell, it was a nice mix of vanilla and lavender. surprisingly, it wasn't the type of smell to overstimulate your nostrils, it was actually quite comforting. i liked to think my house was very welcoming, it just had that "this house is a home" kind of feel. as soon as i walked to the kitchen, i was met by my parents, both of them seemed to be happily preparing dinner for us. i sat down on a stool, and watched the two. my mother turned to look at me, a smile crossed her lips. "hey sweetie, where've you been?" she asked. "i was just at the boys karate showcase. it was actually at uncle john's dojo." i explained. 

"oh y/n! i didn't know your friends did karate." my dad chimed in. "did i forget to mention it? i guess i've just been so caught up with school it must've slipped my mind." for some reason my dads words couldn't escape my mind. "your friends." i guess they were my friends, i mean even my uncle said it earlier. the more i thought about it, i guess it was true. i am friends with those boys, i mean to a certain extent. i was so wrapped up in my own thoughts i wasn't listening to my parents until my mother slid me a plate of food, "how about you invite your friends over for dinner friday night? your father and i can make our infamous homemade pizza. her words stunned me a little as i attempted to pick up my fork, dropping it into the plate of food. "oh yeah, for sure. i'll definitely invite them. i'm sure they'll love it." 

okay yeah, the thought of having all the boys over here worried me a little bit. but maybe it wouldn't be too bad? 

i had finished my dinner and headed up to my room, where I changed into my pajamas. It was a set with a pink silky tank top, with matching shorts. i had washed my face, and threw my hair up before crawling into my bed. as i settled myself into the sheets, i couldn't stop thinking about today. johnny wanted me at their showcase? and he basically said he didn't hate me? i really couldn't wrap my head around much due to the scene of shirtless johnny replaying in my head. his body covered in sweat, his hair slightly tousled with a black headband wrapped around his forehead. his veiny hands holding onto the towel around his neck-- 

holy shit, y/n. what is wrong with you?