When Push Comes To Shove, it becomes when the situation becomes so bad, that you have to do it. Or it could mean something completely different. What if the situation wasn't bad, it was just pushed in the right direction. That is how the story begin...
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While he went to go get Andy I just sat in his room, in a chair that was prompt up agains the wall. His room was slightly messy. So looking around at the mess only made me more frustrated so I decided to do a little snooping.
His posters didn't surprise me any, muscle cars, half naked woman, bands, and karate. Farrah Fawcett was planted in her red bikini right in the middle of it all and I only laughed to myself. How did guys find this stuff hot? How were they not embarrassed when someone would come over? But then I remembered the picture of Patrick Swayze in my room sitting on my wall as well. I wasn't at all embarrassed, when people would come over back home? So I guess it all comes around.
Medals and trophy's lingered around the whole room, ranging all the way back till when he was three. Obviously there was a major responsibility towards his work.
He had notebooks filled with things, workouts, drills, he even tracks how much he runs, his weight, and how much he eats.
I'm a box on the floor there was trophy's marked as the 125 state wrestling champion, just last year in date. The box was filled with more Medea's as well but it looked tucked away so I just left it. He had cassette cases everywhere to, he was very messy. Clothes were tossed everywhere in the room, unfolded and untouched. He had pillows scattered all over his bed and his blankets were wrinkled and a light grey. The bed obviously wasn't made.
His room had to be four times bigger than mine, his closet was a walk in closet, the only things hung up were two suits: black and a grey, and more karate labeled things. Hoodies, shirts, cut offs, and tank tops all with the "Cobra Kai" logo on them. It seemed like everything he had similarly important to him he hung. Although I don't think he would hang the suits himself? Someone had to have done it for him. They look very expensive as I scan over them again.
I make my way out of the closet and I just can't deal with the mess anymore so I decide to just make the bed, that was all I was going to do. At least that's what I had told myself, I grabbed the pillows throwing them to the floor and grabbed the blankets as well. Searching for his sheet I had realized he didn't have one, all he had was a mattress sheet and a comforter. I fluffed up the pillows a tad and placed them back onto the cold mattress. Then I started throwing the comforter onto the bed. Trying to get it as slick as possible. The door opened behind me and closed before I could even notice.
I still continued to work on the bed trying to make it as neat as possible. When I heard a chuckle behind my I jumped a little. Johnny just stood leaning on the door with a grin from ear to ear on his face.
"Why didn't u say anything?" I panned out startled. He only shrugged and chuckled some more. "Why are you making my bed?" He asked confused.
"I couldn't deal with the mess anymore" I said looking around the room. He looked as well and he laughed in aw. He looked around some more and then just stood in the middle of his room. "I didn't think it was to bad?" He said following my eyes around the room. "Your clothes are everywhere? How do you know which ones are clean?" He shrugged again throwing himself on my freshly made bed, wrinkling the blanket again and de-fluffing the pillows. He laughed loudly when he saw my face of disbelief.
