A/N: GUYS I PHOTOSHOPPED THE SUN TATTO ONTO HAWK'S CHEST— ☝︎︎☝︎︎
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"Open the book and pretend you're reading it!"
Miguel, Sensei and I went all over the place trying to take good pictures to post on Sensei's Facebook page. Sensei most definitely looked ridiculous in all of them, but we continued to run around town to take more.
We took pictures of him reading a book on a bench with some art behind him (Sensei tossed the book straight in the trash after), we went to an art museum and took pictures of him with the art (we got in trouble there because Sensei started to touch the art), and we took pictures of him in front of an art mural, which made him look like he had huge, colorful wings sprouting from his back.
We crossed off each thing from the list, as we proceeded on to the next. Now, we were sitting in a sushi restaurant, waiting for Sensei's sushi to arrive.
"When is this shit gonna get here?" Sensei asked impatiently. "Patience is key, my friend." I responded, putting a hand on his shoulder. Sensei rolled his eyes and scoffed.
Miguel scrolled through the pictures on his phone from beside me. I leaned closer to him and looked down at his phone. "So, did we get any good ones?" I asked. Miguel squinted his eyes and tilted his head. "Well... they're definitely... something."
I laughed as I looked at the pictures. I happened to look at the time on Miguel's phone, and I gasped.
I was late.
"Shit." I whispered to myself. I stood up and gathered my things. "Where are you going?" Miguel asked. "I've got somewhere to be." I said, pushing my chair in. "What?! But we need your help!" Sensei called.
"I believe in you guys!" I called back, as I grew closer to the door. "I'll meet you back at Sensei's place later!" I added, before I left the sushi restaurant and started towards my destination.
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It wasn't too long till I arrived, but I was still late.
I opened the door to the Indoor Rock Climbing place and stepped inside. I looked around, until my eyes fell on just the person I intended to see. I could faintly hear him having a small feud with an employee there.
"She'll be here soon! Just give her another minute!" I heard him say from a distance. "Just face it. Your girl stood you up." The employee said back.
"Henry!" I yelled, as I jogged up to him. A smile lit up his face when he saw me. Henry turned towards the employee again and pointed at him. "Ha! I told you she would be here!" Henry bragged. Then he turned to me again.
"Alright, let's get started before he kicks us out..." Henry said in a hushed voice. I laughed as he pushed me away from the front desk.
We got our gear on, and made our way to the first rock climbing wall. "Have you done this before?" I asked Henry. "Oh yeah! Loads of times." He responded with a smile. "Oh yeah? Why don't you go up first then?" I said, taking a step to the side and holding out my hand towards the wall.
Henry's eyes widened. "No, it's alright. You go first." He said, the coolness leaving his voice. I laughed and started my climb.
The wall was easy to climb as first, but quickly became more difficult. Halfway up, my arms started to ache and my hands started to sweat. I paused for a moment. "Don't stop now! You've got this!" Henry yelled from the ground. "This is harder than I thought!" I yelled back down.
"I believe in you!"
I took a deep breath in and out before I started to climb up the wall again. My muscles ached and my hands became more slippery as I continued. My hands and feet slipped a couple times, but I caught myself again before I could fall. I could hear Henry nervously pacing under me, and I laughed.
I was almost at the top. Just a couple more feet.
"You're almost there! Keep going!" Henry cheered from the ground. I listened to his words, and kept going. I kept climbing.
I kept going up...
And up...
Until...
I made it!
I rung the bell that hung from the top of the wall. Henry jumped up and down in excitement and cheered loudly. I laughed and jumped from the wall; the rope slowly lowering me back down to the ground.
My feet touched the ground again, and Henry ran up to me with a huge smile on his face. He held his arms out, and then wrapped his arms around me when he reached me. He picked me up and spun me around. "I knew you could do it!" He cheered.
"I'm so proud of you!" He said again. I laughed, before he put me back down again. We looked at each other with smiles on our faces.
Then, my body moved without thinking. It was like instinct. Henry's did as well.
Before long, our lips pressed against each other's.
His lips were soft, sweet, and comforting. They made me forget all my troubles. We closed our eyes in the kiss, and savored the moment.
When our lips broke apart, we gazed at each other. Neither of us knew what to say. Henry's arms rested on my waist, while mine wrapped around his neck. We continued to gaze at each other in silence.
"It's your turn to climb." I said quietly. He sent me a charming side smile. "I can't." He said. "And why is that?" I asked. "I'm fucking scared of heights..." he admitted.
We both started to laugh out loud. People gave us weird stares, but we didn't mind it. We continued to laugh with each other.
"What do you say we leave here and go eat? We can hit up that new place over on Ventura?" He proposed.
"Sounds perfect." I smiled.
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"Uh, a coke for me, and a (your favorite drink) for this beautiful lady." Henry winked at me.
The waitress nodded and jotted down our drink orders. She left our table, leaving Henry and I alone. "How'd you know my drink order?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Henry shrugged. "I have my ways."
"Interesting. And I'm guessing those ways have nothing to do with heights? Since, you know, you're so scared of them." I smirked. "Hey, don't judge me!" He defended.
We both laughed. "Why'd you want to go rock climbing if you're so scared of heights?" I asked. "Well, I thought I could do it." He said. I furrowed my eyebrows and leaned forward. "Oh come on. You've been afraid of heights for so long, then all the sudden you think you won't be afraid of them anymore?"
He stared at me and sighed. "Fine. The truth is... I wanted to impress you." He admitted. I felt warmth rising to my cheeks. "But I've pretty much blown all my chances now." He said.
"Blown your changes with what?" I asked him.
He was silent for a moment.
"With you..."
My breath got caught in my throat. "Listen, y/n, I knew since the moment you spilled your tray of hospital food all over me that you were special. And getting to you know since then has been... amazing." He explained. The butterflies in my stomach were flying wild at this point.
Henry reached out and grabbed my hand from across the table. "But I can't stay like this forever. Because I like you more than I can put into words. So, I was wondering if..." his sentence trailed off.
"You want me to be your girlfriend?" I asked quietly. He nodded with a smile. I was speechless. "Me? Your girlfriend? I mean... I'm nothing special. I'm just... me." I said.
"Don't say that, y/n. You are so much more than you think. You look beautiful even when you don't try! And the more I learn about you, the more I fall. I can't handle just being friends anymore."
He gazed into my eyes, as I did the same. He tilted his head, awaiting my response. "Y/n... please say something. I'm dying here." He chuckled.
A smile very slowly grew on my face.
An excited smile grew on his face as well. He stood up from his chair, his hands holding mine. "Is that a yes?" He asked excitedly. I nodded my head quickly in response. He lifted me up from my chair and embraced me in a warm hug.
It was official.
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Later on in the day, Henry drove me home. Once I was out of the car and Henry drove away, I basically squealed and ran to Sensei's apartment.
I bursted through the door without knocking and closed the door behind me, a huge smile glued to my face. "Guys! You won't believe what..." my sentence slowly faded, as did my smile.
Miguel was in his vest that had the rope that attached to the ceiling, while Sensei was holding the rope beside him. The atmosphere in the room was dark, and I could tell anger was boiling within Miguel. Something definitely happened while I was gone...
"Uh... Did I miss something today?" I asked, confused. Sensei sighed in frustration. "No. You didn't. It was nothing." Sensei started firmly, mostly trying to make eye contact with Miguel, as if trying to tell that to him instead of me.
"You saw your ex. Big deal." Sensei added sarcastically, talking to Miguel now.
Well, I guess that explains Miguel's attitude.
"Big deal?" Miguel asked, annoyed. "Dude, look at you. We spent all day doing bullshit for your ex, trying to make you look like someone you're not. At least when I saw my ex I told her how things really were!" Miguel continued.
"Ok... So I definitely missed something." I said, trying to break the tension. Both guys gave me an angered look, as if telling me to stop talking. I raised my hands in defense and went to sit on the couch.
"Alright, are you done with your little hissy fit or are you just giving up?" Sensei asked Miguel. "No, you are." Miguel answered, so quietly it could barely be heard. "What'd you say?" Sensei asked. "You're the one giving up." Miguel said, raising his voice.
"I don't know-"
"QUIET!"
Sensei immediately stopped talking after Miguel's loud outburst.
"You let Kreese take your dojo. You let Hawk," Miguel started. My body tensed. "Tory, and everybody else think you're weak." Miguel continued to yell. "Because it was a mistake to begin with. I shoulda never brought back Cobra Kai, look what happened." Sensei pointed.
"No. What happened is you helped a bunch of people and then walked away like a pussy."
Then Sensei let go of Miguel's rope. I winced and turned my head, so I didn't have to see Miguel fall. Sure, it was funny to watch most of the time, but not this time. Not while they were both angry.
"You're a Sensei. It's who you are, and if you can't see that you're blind." Miguel added.
I waited to hear the sound of Miguel falling onto the ground... but it didn't come. I continued to look away and didn't think anything of it... until it hit me. My jaw dropped and I whipped my head around to face the boys again.
Tears automatically started to form in my eyes when I saw it. My hands raised to my face and covered my mouth.
Miguel was standing on his own...
"Miguel..." I whispered as I slowly stood up from the couch. "What." He responded quietly, still unaware of what was going on. Sensei raised his empty hands so Miguel could see them. Miguel's facial expression didn't change at first. That is, until he processed the situation too.
He looked down to his feet. "Am I doing it?" Miguel asked hopefully. "You're doing it." Sensei confirmed. Miguel looked up to Sensei and yelled, "Holy shit! I'm doing it!", before he fell into Sensei's arms in embrace. The two stood there hugging each other for a moment.
"Thank you." He said into Sensei's shoulder. "No, thank you." Sensei breathed.
Soon, the two broke apart, and Sensei helped Miguel regain his balance. Then Miguel looked over to me. I was a crying mess standing by the couch. Miguel was crying too, but a smile grew on his face. He opened his arms in my direction, inviting me in for a hug.
Without a second thought, I ran up to him and we wrapped our arms around each other. "I'm so proud of you." I weeped into his shoulder. "Look who's not so funny now..." Miguel said into my shoulder. We both laughed.
We let go of each other and looked up at one another. We both had tears spilling from our eyes. Miguel raised his hands to my face and wiped my tears.
"Geez y/n, don't be such a baby..." Miguel said.
We both laughed again and embraced each other once more.
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I ran into my room and shut the door behind me.
I grabbed my phone and opened up my recent calls. I tapped on the number of the person that I called most often.
Aisha.
It rang for a few seconds, before I heard her kind voice greet me.
"Y/n! Girl, I've been waiting for your call!"
Aisha and I talked on the phone constantly. She helped me get through a bunch of things, like hard school work and, yes, my breakup with Hawk.
"Sorry it's so late! Something big just happened to Miguel and... I think it would be better for him to tell you himself."
"Y/n, I would answer your call even if it was 3AM and I was asleep."
"I knew I could always count on you."
We both laughed.
"Anyways, how was your day today?" She asked.
"Aisha, you won't believe what happened!"
"Wait wait, let me guess... It has something to do with Henry..."
"How'd you know?!" I asked with surprise.
"I've got a radar for these sort of things. What happened?!"
"He asked me to be his girlfriend!" I said excitedly.
"And you said yes?" She asked, with less excitement in her voice than I expected.
"Of course!"
"And you're completely ok with this?" She asked.
"Yeah... why wouldn't I be?" I asked, confused.
"It's just... you've been through this before with-"
"Aisha please don't bring him up." I interrupted.
"I'm sorry. It's just..." she paused.
"It's just what?" I encouraged her to finish.
I heard her sigh through the phone.
"It's just... you still talk about him a lot..."
I paused for a moment too; my mouth open.
"I do not!" I defended.
"You do, y/n. I guess you just haven't noticed. Sure, you talk bad about him all the time, and tell me about all the horrible things he's done... but you also bring up the good parts about him too...
a lot."
I gasped.
"No I do not!" I defended again.
"Y/n, I brought up waffles last time we spoke, then you spent half an hour talking about how happy he made you feel when he brought you breakfast in bed while you were sick..."
There was a thick silence between us.
"Im not trying to make you hurt, y/n. I'm just saying... maybe you have some pent-up feelings deep down that you haven't been able to let go of yet."
I still didn't respond right away. I exhaled deeply.
"Aisha, I have to go now." I said, my noice sounding shaky.
"Ok. I love you." She said.
"Love you too."
Then, I hung up the phone.
I put my phone down on my bed, then raised my hands up to cover my face. I cried into my hands as Aisha's words replayed in my head.
But little did I know... someone I knew was crying too... and they were crying about me.
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☞︎ HAWK'S POV ☜︎
I looked down at the picture that laid in my hands.
It was a picture I took of y/n, the night I asked her to be my girlfriend.
The sun was setting when I took the picture, so the sky was painted with different colors of yellow and orange. Y/n was looking over the cliff with a big smile on her face; the wind blowing through her hair.
I was so nervous that night.
Nervous that she'd say no... Nervous that I'd mess up the words... Nervous that I had forgotten the necklace... Nervous that I'd lose my footing and fall off the cliff...
Yeah, I was a mess that night...
I felt my pocket every five minutes to make sure the necklace was still there. Looking back on it now, I probably looked completely ridiculous.
But she made me happy.
She made me conquer my fears.
I couldn't even sleep that night,
because I was so excited.
I didn't realize there were tears slowly falling from my eyes while I replayed that night with her in my head. I wiped the tears off, before they could fall on the picture and ruin it. I continued to stare at the picture for a moment, before I placed it carefully down on my bedside table.
I grabbed my phone, and unlocked it.
I dialed y/n's number in my phone. I had memorized it the first night she gave it to me, so I could still have it just in case something happened to my phone.
I stared at the screen that held y/n's number.
My thumb hovered over the call button, but I moved it away, knowing it wouldn't be a good idea to call.
This had become a habit for me. I did it most nights. I know it might sound creepy, but I can't help it. My love for y/n isn't so easily faltered.
I think about all the horrible things I've done to her recently, and I regret them all terribly. I would take them all back in a heartbeat, if it meant I'd have y/n back in my arms.
Tears flowed generously down my face now, no matter how hard I tried to contain them. My cries were quiet, so my parents wouldn't come into my room worried. But, my cries were definitely still there. I couldn't help it.
I shut off my phone and tossed it across my bed. I turned to my nightstand, and grabbed the photo of y/n. I put it in a drawer that held my other photos of her for safe keeping.
I laid in my bed and grabbed a blanket that found a permanent spot on my bed. It wasn't just any blanket, it was her favorite blanket. She used it every time she would stay at my house. She said it was the best blanket ever, because of how soft it was. It even smelled like her...
God, I'm pathetic...
I cuddled with the blanket,
and cried myself to sleep.
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