Demetri's arm was now placed in a cast, and you planned to sign it on Monday once you saw him. However, you wanted to find a way to cover up your bruise, the purple had slowly start to fade in around your eye by the outer edges.
It was a dark purple, yet it could've been worse. You repeated the saying.
Endlessly you had applied ice packs on the surface to help keep it cool while lying down on your bed. You had no energy to do anything, only getting up when you realized it was almost time to see Robby.
You knew you had to dress modest, so wearing a jumpsuit with a jacket over it did the trick. It was loose fitting, and you were very comfortable wearing it as you'd usually wear it out anyway. You put your hair in a braid and packed your phone, ID, and some extra cash in a clear bag. Your make up was simple and nothing at all, you didn't want to get violated from the dress code there.
Also meant you couldn't clearly cover up your black eye. Amazing. You got worried over what Robby would think of it.
Moving on-you finished it off with a spray of perfume. Your signature scent, you wore it every day. Now you were ready, and you could even say that whilst ignoring your black eye.
"Y/N! Come on!" Your mother shouted downstairs.
Not being sarcastic: perfect timing. You grabbed your bag and slipped on crocs by the front door.
"Bye, Y/N!" Miles yelled from the living room, watching television and eating his own brunch. "Tell me how it goes!"
"Bye!" You say back as you open and close the front door. Your mom was waiting by the car already. "Sorry," you apologized and went into the passenger's.
Once the car was off, your mother began to question you. "So will you be fine on your own?"
She was going to drop you off and go get food, your meeting with Robby was only for twenty minutes. You were heavily nervous about it, and thought all night about what he'd look like or act. On the emails, he said he was very happy to be seeing you.
It's not like you weren't, you were excited to see him too. You missed hearing his voice, and seeing him look so awkward in certain times. The photos in your dedicated album with him weren't enough.
"I will, place is surrounded by cops, no one will hurt me," you reply. "Just get good food so Miles can stop eating all the eggs, please."
Your mother smiles, eggs were probably Miles' favorite food with how common he ate them. "Okay, how about burgers?" Your mother suggested.
"Yes. please," you smile. "You know my order already." Thankfully.
Eventually you made it to the prison, and you shakily made way through there once your mother had entered through the entrance. From there, she explained how you were simply there for a visitation alone with her own permission.
Pretty simple, but you simply hated how you were alone in a prison so bright yet dull. You got to pass through security successfully and finally made it to the visitation room. There were couples and what looked like families already around the room visiting inmates. Seemed like Saturday mornings were busy.
You patiently waited at the table, your arms resting on it and seeing a mother and kid talk with their daddy in jail-or seeing another girlfriend talk to their man in jail. It was interesting, and you wondered on what they did to be here.
But you still didn't see Robby. Did he get into some fight where the consequence was no visitations?
Then, you saw him. A cop opened the door for him, and he walked out with a smile on his face already. You beamed a smile too-but it slowly faded as you noticed the cuts and bruise on his face.
"Hi." Robby quickly sat down on the other chair.
"Hello," you smiled. "What's going on with your face?" You immediately questioned, before shaking your hand. "Sorry...didn't mean to ask that first."
"Kicked ass," nonchalantly said Robby, "like you told me to." He said it with a cheeky grin.
"Did someone kick your ass too to get a haircut?" You joked, noticing his short hair. Gosh, you didn't want to say it, but it looked so much better.
"You could say that," Robby shrugged. "Do you like the cut?" He put his hand through his hair.
"Hell yeah!" You quickly nodded. "You look so nice, the new hair suits you. Gosh, I haven't seen you for a month and you have a complete makeover?"
Robby found himself feeling warm. "Wait...how'd you get that bruise?" His smile faded, and he was in complete worry for you too.
"Me?" You ask.
Robby looked bewildered. "Wouldn't know who else was talking to me...?"
"Oh! Yeah, of course me." You nod, making Robby want to smile at your idiocy. "Um, I was kicking ass and then my ass got kicked by cobras."
"Wait, you got into a fight with Cobra Kai?" Questioned Robby, now in full concern.
"I didn't do it alone," you clarify. "But yeah, lost badly. I don't think we're gonna fight again...or hell, even do karate."
"Does the bruise hurt?" He asked you.
"Not really," you shake your head. "But look, we're matching bruises." You point at your right eye, his own was on his left.
"Guess so." Robby was always slightly baffled seeing you so light hearted, especially after being in a fight. Though he always remembered you'd joke out of instinct, and knew it was probably much more serious than you were telling him.
"Have you been handling good here?" You ask. "I know jail's pretty alarming, so I want to make sure you're okay. Those emails aren't enough."
"I'll be okay here," said Robby. "At first I thought it'd be crappy, but after I learned how to strike first on the crappiness, I think I'll be okay now."
Your face slightly faltered. Strike first? Why would Robby vaguely mention Cobra Kai? Was it just his wording?
You kept your face the same, hopefully Robby didn't see it. "Did anyone else visit you, Robby?"
Robby shook his head almost too quickly. "No one important. I've just been waiting for you to come by and visit," he said, making you feel giddy inside. Robby was specifically waiting for you? "Mom's still in rehab, and my dad ditched me."
"Ditched you?" You questioned. "How?"
"He went to Miguel again."
You frowned. "I don't plan on ditching you."
Robby knew you wouldn't, not for a long time. "Thank you."
"This is like the bare minimum, Robby," you tried to dismiss it.
He looked at you, well, he was always looking at you. You looked flawless in his eyes, and your perfume was what he missed smelling in juvie. But this time, he looked at you completely bewildered.
It was either your standards are high, or it was not the bare minimum.
Just best friends did not visit each other while in prison, at least not to him.
The bare minimum was emailing, and even then did only Sam or his mom email. So did Daniel, but he was close to blocking the address.
"I'll let you believe whatever you'd want to believe..." Robby simply said, staring into your eyes. "But I will continue thanking you anyway. I really did miss you when I ran, and I know you would beat the living hell out of me if you caught me."
He was humoring the scenario too-but Robby truly did think he would've gotten the scolding of his lifetime from you if you managed to find him alone.
"What matters now is that you'll be out soon, I'll save the date so I can pick you up," you offered.
"I'd like that." Smiled Robby. "And then milkshakes."
You laughed. "Okay, and then we get milkshakes."
"You've been a nice company," Robby said, sincerely. "Now I won't feel so miserable."
"You're welc-"
"Time's up!"
You scowled, Robby chuckled at your reaction. Mutually, both of you were upset with how short the meetup was. You two could talk for hours like you had done majority summer nights.
"Milkshakes! Remember, okay?" You tell him whilst standing up from the chair.
"'Till then," said Robby as he was getting led away by a cop. He smiled with a nod, and that was the last you saw of him before the cop closed the door where he came from.
You missed him already.
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Miles was still at home, he was bored out of his mind because he couldn't bug anyone, the garden didn't need any check up, he didn't feel hungry because of his recently finished breakfast.
There was still a few people he was thinking about. Person one was Demetri-but he planned to spend his weekend adjusting with one arm, and was trying to find the gimmick of reading a comic.
The other one was Sam, and he didn't want to be creepy about it. Yes, he's come to terms that he might've been a bit attracted to her. But really, the girl's been stricken with some sort of anxiety since Miles met her! He was worried for her, and was very happy whenever he managed to crack a joke that made her smile.
He's acting like a lovesick puppy, and that's not good for right now. Sam was definitely not in the mental state for love, and even if she was, Miles knew she definitely liked someone else.
Samshine 🌼
Hii
Miles' eyes widened seeing the text. She texted first! What did she need to ask him about?
Samshine 🌼
Helloo :) everything good?
Yeah, I was just bored :P
Is Y/N back yet from visiting Robby?
I wanted to ask if she can hang out.
Sorry, I think she's still out.
That's okay, thanks telling me.
Would you wanna hang out instead
until she comes back?
It's okay if you wouldn't like to because
it's so sudden.
Miles was freaking out. Was this normal for Sam (probably)? What should he do? He was going to come over to her house...he didn't even think he was that close with her. Good, at least Sam thought of him as a somewhat friend.
Samshine
Sure, do I come over?
Oh crap
What happened?
I forgot to mention I'm staying at my
grandma's for the weekend 🫣 it's an
If you really want a buddy to hang
with I can come over, hopefully
your grandma is okay with it
Likely will be, but I'd have to
make an excuse that you're coming
over for school.
Otherwise she's gonna think we're
dating or something solely because I
have a male hanging out with me o_O
😂 okay, just text me the address.
Okay great, I'll see u there. 💖
Chat Ended.
Miles didn't know it'd be that easy to just "hang out". A simple invite was all he needed, and he still had your car with the keys. Now he didn't have an excuse to be lazy, he could go out.
He didn't think he'd stay over for too long, if Daniel was an overprotective dad, no doubt did the apple fall far from the tree.
He put on a simple hoodie and sweats to go and drive to the LaRusso's. Literally no effort at all, but Sam had simply said she wanted company. And if it was for "school purposes" then it was a valid excuse. The hangout was not a date, and he brought his genuine school backpack for the bit.
His mind felt awfully empty due to his focus on the road, but it was filled with Sam. Miles was whipped, and they only knew each other for two months. But Miles repeated to himself Sam was definitely not looking for a man.
Atlas, he made it to the house. And he rung the doorbell standing awkwardly waiting. Miles was seriously thinking to text Sam he was there, and beat himself up over how he should've done that first so Sam could've opened the door.
"Who the hell are you?" The person opening the door looked large, vividly looking like Sam, yet it was not Daniel.
"Uncle!" You saw Sam behind the guy, who looked embarrassed already.
"Sam, who is this?" The uncle turned behind to see his niece. Miles stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to say as Sam ran over to the front door.
"I told you I was having a friend over while grandma is at the grocery with Anthony," explained Sam.
"And it's a boy...?" Questioned the man.
"My name is Miles...sir." Miles cleared his throat.
"Hey, what are your intentions with Sam?" He was now interrogating Miles. How lovely. This is worse than Daniel.
"Uncle Louie!" Sam shrieked. "He's only over because we have a project, didn't you hear me earlier?"
Louie scoffed. "Where have I heard that excuse before?"
"I promise we will not do whatever you're thinking of," spoke Miles-as respectfully as he could.
"Are you sure?" Louie glanced at him.
This was Sam's worst nightmare. If her dad wasn't worse enough, this is the limit. "Uncle!"
Miles tried to stifle a laugh. "Yes. May I go inside now? We have a history report on A. Ham vs. A. Burr," Miles made up the lie. Well, he did have to write a paper on it, but no way did the uncle know Sam's school classes.
"Yeah." Sam nodded, happy that Miles would so easily lie for her.
Louie sighed, and moved to the side so Miles could go in. "Thank you," replied Miles as he headed in.
"You better not have him over too long!" Louie warned, going back to the living room couch.
"I'll try not to..." Sam shrugged, then looked at Miles.
"So? Let's get to work." Miles gestured with his backpack, which made Sam smile at how he even brought one.
Sam led him into the room she'd stay at for the short weekend, it was like Sam made it into her own second room. It told everything Miles needed to know about her, and it had a big television.
"Sorry about Uncle Louie." Sam sheepishly said once the both of them were sitting on her bed. "He's so embarrassing..."
"That's okay, it's nice that they care...even if it's embarrassing," Miles smiled. He didn't really know what to say, he didn't knew how having overprotective relatives felt like. "Because sometimes there's people out there who don't have any at all, right?" Miles reflected himself, subconsciously.
"Did you have any? I mean, besides your mother," asked Sam-innocently. She didn't know too much about Miles, but she wanted to.
"Not really, no." Miles shook his head, hesitantly.
"Oh, I'm sorry, that must feel lonely." Sam softly tried to soothe. Obviously she didn't know that about Miles, and now she felt herself wanting to know more. She felt bad for Miles, because despite his past (that she assumed to be dark), he was still so kind to her after all she's done-getting him and you caught up with karate rivalry.
Sam quit karate, and the only blame for the yesterday fight was herself.
"Sam?" Miles prodded her, softly to the touch. Sam flinched, making the boy frown. "Are you okay? You got lost in thought."
"Sorry, I'm just..." Sam tried to find the right words.
"Shaken up?"
"Yeah." Sam sniffled. "I felt so many emotions when I saw Tory walk in...and then I felt so weak, I couldn't help you or the others at all."
Sam could felt the tears starting to form. She didn't want this to end up in venting session, she didn't want to make Miles a therapist friend. But Miles took the opportunity anyway; Sam truly needed company, just not in the way she intended.
"Hey, it's okay." Miles scooted closer to Sam, who turned to him. He hated seeing her cry, she was very vulnerable at this point.
"No, it's not okay! I was shoved in a corner because of myself, and I wasn't there to fight, I let so many people get hurt. Demetri got a broken arm, your sister has a horrible bruise." Sam had these uncontrollable tears in her eyes, and all Miles could offer was a hug, and his support.
He didn't support the way Sam was thinking of herself, that was an exclusion.
"Cry it out..." Miles soothed, slightly cringing at the tears on his shoulder from Sam's head. He hated when clothes got wet, but if it was for Sam he could tolerate it.
"I'm a mess, Miles. I'm a screwed up anxious time bomb ever since the school fight," Sam uttered throughout tears. "Anytime I hear the mention of that Tory I freeze up, I see Miguel in my mind and Robby running away from Y/N."
Sam breathed in and out to stop her tears, and Miles listened quietly.
"It's not your fault." Miles spoke. "You couldn't control Tory coming, you know that."
"It's my fault, I started the fight."
"Yeah, because Cobra Kai picked at us during school. You wanted to fight back, and we were close to finishing it," explained Miles. "There's so many factors you couldn't control, the blame isn't on you. Everyone in Miyagi-Do knows that."
Sam sniffled from her tears, simply listening to Miles. Why was he saying that to her? She didn't deserve hearing those words.
"If anything-and everything, the blame is Conra Kai and its horrible ideology." Miles had that theory planned out, he was a firm believer that everything had to do with the teacher, and he stuck with it.
Miles could feel the tears stop drenching on his shirt. Good, Sam had stopped crying.
"I just want everything back to the way it's been, this time you're in it," Sam quietly said, sitting back up, her eyes landed at the water spot on Miles' hoodie. "Sorry for the tears."
"It's okay," hummed Miles, and looked at Sam's teary eyes. "Even after yesterday, you're still holding up good. You got this, okay?"
"Thank you." Sam nodded, heartfelt with how Miles was so gentle with her. If it was any other guy, Sam was sure the guy would've ran, or cringed. "You've been a nice company."
Miles smiled, and it made Sam smile too. "You're welcome."
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✷ thank you for 3K reads, I didn't imagine it'd be getting this much 😮. As a surprise, instead of a whole season publish, I give you half to lessen the wait ;) also meaning, majority of the five chapters are not proofread.
✷ for the word count, I wanted to input some plot B scenes. It turned into a Sam fic halfway in this chapter lol, Rollymore interactions have gone a bit bland in this season (before the near end), and this is a refreshing substitute. I've never written a male!oc! I hope I wrote the Sam/Miles dynamic well. Miles is so boyfriend material i definitely need to showcase his personality more 🫶
✷ I considered writing this chapter to be difficult, but then I look at 2:7, Sam is goin fishin' and leaving her Collymore's at school. 😂
✷ 'till then!
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