Daniel LaRusso (The Karate Kid ) x Reader

I Like _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ pt. 2

After saying my goodbyes to Daniel,
watching him enter his apartment.
I pushed my key into the door, turning the knob.
The feeling of exhaustion rushing through
my body. I couldn't wait to plop onto my bed...
When I opened the door, the house was still.
No yelling, no broken bottles over the tv playing,
just the sound of my shoes on the floor.
No one was home.
I felt relief washed over me.
I lean against the front door, re-living how Daniel
softly brushed his thumb over my cheek.
But I couldn't help but feel guilt pass through me.
I know I can't like him.
But oh I do!
I really do...
Then came that weird funny feeling he'd give me.
" What am I doing!? "
I say to myself, smacking my hand over my forehead. Good and hard.
" Ahh.. "
I rub my forehead, wincing from the
too hard of a smack. Passing through the skimmer hallway,
I opened my bedroom door.

" BOO! "
I nearly screamed.
" Jack! What the fuck! "

My best friend doubled over laughing.
" I gotcha good! Oh y'a should've seen your face. "
" Are you insane?! "
I shoved his shoulder,
but couldn't help laughing too.
" You weren't supposed to be back
'til next week. "
I laugh, smiling, brining him into a hug.
" Yeah, well, Andy and I caught an early flight. Euuuhhh...Why are you kinda wet? "
He let go, and started wiping himself on my bed. " Dude! Not my bed! "
" Sorry! "
" I just got back from the beach
with Daniel. "
I tell him walking over to my bed,
placing a blanket over the place I'd sit it on
so my bed won't be all sticky
and smell like the sea...
" Oh yeah?? "
He wiggled his eyebrows before I smacked him with one of my pillows that I grabbed.
" Ow? "
" It- It wasn't like that! Alright?! "
I tell him but all he could do was keep that stupid smirk on his face.
I then remembered what Daniel did.
" You've got some sand on your face. "
"Where?"
I scurried a little and brushed at my cheek.
" Right there, "
He reached out and wiped it away himself.
" He wiped some sand off my face earlier... "
I admit, telling Jack, just blushing at the thought.
I knew it would make him freak.
And he did...
" What!?? "
He bounced off my bed, excited for me.
" But I don't know. It just happened, dude. "
I say biting my lower lip, trying not to think about it, otherwise...
" You cannot let that go, can you? "
" Nope. "
I answer, popping the P.
He nodded in approval, bringing his hand
to his chin, smiling at me.
Couldn't help it either,
I was probably smiling like an idiot too...

" OH! I almost forgot. "
Jack held up a small wrapped box.
" Happy late birthday. "
I blinked, jaw dropped.
" You remembered! You actually got me a gift!? "
" Of course I did. Unlike uh, some people. "
That earned a groan from me.
Right.
I did call him about that night...
" Thanks Jack. I appreciate it, a lot. "

I don't think Jack knows how much it means
to me for someone to give me a gift.
I don't know, maybe he does.
He was only ever been the person
to give me something...

" Well, come on? Open it! "
I sat on my bed, pulling the blue ribbon off,
taking the cover off.
And there laid a black vintage Polaroid camera!
No, way...
" Holy fuck! How did you-?
How did you get this!? "
I shout ecstatic, analyzing it.
" Don't tell me you spent your savings, Henderson? "
" No, no, I didn't. It's brand new though. "
" It is? "
I ask him, looking at the lens,
and it looked speckin' new to me.
" Well, it's old but new.
It was my grandpa's. I mentioned it was your
birthday and he offered for me
to give it to you. You just gotta buy some
extra film at the flax store or something. "
He smiles, pulling something out
from his pocket.
This camera was in such great condition.
" Thanks Jack, I love it.
Best birthday gift I've ever got. "
I smile, pulling him into a hug but I could tell he was hesitant.
" Ah-Ah! You're still wet! "
" I don't care! "
I squeeze him till he tapped out,
making me chuckle.
" Oh and one last thing.
From Andy. "
Jack held out a brand new mixtape.
" He didn't have time to wrap it. "
Not surprised.
Typical Andy...
But it wasn't just any mixtape.
I turned it over, and it was a mixtape
of all the songs from
Y/f/b!!! (your favorite band)
" Holy shit! How did HE get this?
It isn't even in our own record store. Wow. "
I couldn't believe how Andy got his hands on these. I've been looking for them for about a year and nothin...
" Guess Florida's built different? "
Jack shrugged his shoulders, guessing.
" I'll say! "
I place his camera down on my dresser,
and added the mixtape
to one of my organized piles.
Andy... I can't believe
he remembered.