Forty Eight.

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FORTY EIGHT.
( every dead end street, led you straight to me. )







Life was strange. Or, it was now to Emmy. 

She woke up without feeling any kind of dread for the day, she had a rather enjoyable breakfast with her two best friends, her boyfriend was now once again enrolled in school, and no one was fighting anymore. 

Huh, this was weird. 

As Emmy silently stuck a few books into her locker, she let out a gasp as a pair of hands reached over her head and covered her eyes. "Guess who?"

She let out a small giggle, spinning around. Robby looked at her with a grin, arms wrapping around her waist. In return, her arms snaked around his neck. "How was your first day back? Anyone give you trouble?"

"Uh, it was good, actually," Robby nodded with a sigh. "Did get a few stares though. I guess being apart of one of the biggest school fights doesn't leave you easily."

"Tell me about it," Emmy shook her head, giving him a small peck before unraveling her arms from him and interlocked their fingers. "I'm still known as the crazy bitch around here."

Robby chuckled, reaching around and gently shut her locker before guiding them over to the middle of the hall, slowly walking down it. "What about you? How has your day been?"

His question presented itself as an innocent one, but Emmy knew what he really meant. 

Robby had been there with and for her through her emotional turmoil that was leaving Cobra Kai for good. She often woke up with a start, and would call him in the dead of night with a shaky voice, telling him that she couldn't sleep. 

Eli, of course, was a massive help as well. He too would often wake up with a start and rush over to the room where Emmy was staying in just to make sure that she was actually there. Sometimes he would find her sitting up, tears in her eyes as she apologized profusely for everything she had done. 

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