BEING REWRITTEN.
𝚰𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝚰𝐂𝐇,
Nicolette 'Kill-Shot' LaRusso, a tough and resilient teenage girl from Newark, New Jersey, who moves to a run-down apartment complex in Florida with her mother and brother, Daniel.
Initially skeptical and out of pl...
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I'D BEEN LIVING WITH JOHNNY FOR A COUPLE OF DAYS NOW.He was right. The house was so big that whenever his parents came home, which was rare, they didn't even know I was there. They were too busy arguing with one another, slamming doors and throwing around accusations that seemed to echo through the cavernous halls.
So this is what Johnny had to deal with. I couldn't imagine growing up in a place like this, with so much space and so little love. My dad always made sure that I knew I was loved. I can't say the same about my mom though.
Johnny and I had fallen into a bit of a routine. We'd go to the dojo together, school, and then back to the house. We'd train until we were both too tired to even think about fighting.
Johnny walked into my temporary room, "You wanna come and hang out with me and the guys?" His eyes searched mine, hoping for a positive response.
I nodded, "Sure, why not?" It was better than sitting around the empty mansion feeling sorry for myself.
"Cool, we're gonna go to the drive-in, watch a flick, maybe grab some food after. Nothing fancy." Johnny said, his eyes lighting up with excitement. I nodded, eager for some normalcy.
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WE PULLED UP TO THE DRIVE IN. Johnny and I were in his car as the other Cobra's piled into Tommy's car. The air was thick with anticipation and greasy fast food smells. The lot was filled with other teenagers, their laughter and the occasional honk of a car stereo blending into a cacophony of sound.
"What movie is this again?" I asked, looking over the list of titles as we parked the car. The neon lights of the drive-in's marquee flickered in the growing darkness.
Johnny leaned over, his arm brushing against mine, "It's 'The Terminator'. Have you seen it?" His breath was warm and minty from the gum he was chewing. He grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bucket between us and tossed some into his mouth.
"Nope." I replied, taking a piece of popcorn and popping it into my mouth. The buttery goodness was a welcome distraction from the nerves bubbling in my stomach.
The Cobra's parked next to us on Johnny's side, and I could hear the muffled sounds of their laughter and music. Tommy leaned out of the window, his shaggy hair sticking to his forehead. "Hey, Johnny! Hey Nicole!" His eyes found me, and his smile grew even wider.
"Jesus, do you not know how to keep a low profile?" Johnny mumbled, rolling his eyes as Tommy's greeting echoed through the quiet night. I couldn't help but laugh a little, feeling a bit more at ease.
As the movie started, the tension between us grew palpable. I felt the heat from his body next to mine, and his occasional glances in my direction had my heart racing.
Johnny put his arm around the back of my seat, and I could feel the weight of it, a silent question hanging in the air. I leaned back, my eyes never leaving the screen. His hand hovered there for a moment before tentatively landing on my shoulder, the warmth seeping through my thin tank top. I tensed, then relaxed, letting out a small sigh.
