Disclaimer:

I do not own any of the Karate Kid franchise. Neither goes for the characters of Daniel LaRusso and Johnny Lawrence, or any of the mentioned Cobra Kai members, or any other mentioned characters. This fanfiction plot is all mine.

AN: Johnny's car is a red 1982 Avanti II Convertible, which is seen in the GolfNStuff date scene where Ali and Daniel see Johnny, Dutch and Tommy in the car with Susan and Ali's nameless friend. The drunken Ali in the car is an inspiration from "Sixteen Candles" when the Ted the Geek was driving Caroline home.

Chapter Nine: The Drive Home

JOHNNY LAWRENCE POV

I caught sight of LaRusso's surprised and upset face in the chaos of Ali's actions and his reaction, and I muttered an excuse to Tommy, whose focus was now on laughing at a taken aback Dutch and the clambering Ali.

I quickly wove through the pulsating crowd and exited my house, rapidly searching up and down the street and let out a relieved sight as I caught sight of LaRusso's rapidly receding tense back.

I shout "LaRusso!" He froze and turned around, a guarded expression across his face as I approached him.

I awkwardly said, "Look, I'm sorry about Ali in there, she must have seen you come in at some point and tried to make you jealous by kissing me. Why would she do that?" I confusedly finish.

LaRusso grimaced and said, "That would be my fault." He gave me the cliff's notes version of the confrontation at GolfNStuff.

"Right. That explains it." I nodded.

An awkward silence settled between us. "Want me to give you a lift home?" I asked almost awkwardly.

LaRusso gave me a small smile; I took that as a tacit agreement to take him home.

As we walked back towards the house in the direction of the garage, we spied Susan struggling to carry an almost unconscious Ali.

LaRusso gallantly asked, "Do you need help?" I tried to intervene, giving him a cutting motion cross my neck, but it was too late. Susan almost throws Ali towards LaRusso, but with my help, I held her up before he would collapse with the unexpected weight. I turned back to argue with Susan, but she had gone.

LaRusso and I exchanged exasperated glances regarding Susan's selfish behaviour, but both of us had realised that we could not leave Ali by herself; leaving her in the clutches of any other disreputable partygoers nor either one of us were encouraged to seek anybody else responsible enough to be trusted with Ali to drop her off. Therefore, it was up to us to take care of her, however reluctantly.

We helped her into the backseat of my Avanti convertible, while LaRusso took the passenger seat. As we drove down towards the Mills' house, Ali suddenly came around, but still obviously very drunk. As the Ramones were playing on my radio, Ali undid her seatbelt, crawled forwards, and put her arms around a panicked LaRusso as I tried to stifle my laughter.

Help. He mouthed at me, luckily for LaRusso; we had arrived at the darkened Mills' residence before Ali would try anything more. We helped her up onto the steps and gently asked her where her keys were. As she drunkenly fumbled through her purse for her keys and dropping it, LaRusso, the gallant one bent to pick it up, only to meet with Ali's drunken kiss.

I burst into raucous laughter as I watched LaRusso fail helplessly in Ali's drunken grip. Finally pitying him, I cleared my throat and gently detangled him from Ali, who instantly forgot about the kiss finally found her key, unlocked, and stumbled inside her house. We heard a thump, and unladylike swearing from her, but we figured she was okay, so we headed back to my car. Walking down the stairs and onto the path, LaRusso was wiping his mouth and muttering swearwords under his breath.

"Ugh, she stuck her tongue in and it tasted like vomit!" he declared to me.

"So who's the better kisser her or me?" I teased him.

LaRusso smiled slowly "You." He made for the Avanti, leaving me stock-still with a slow grin growing on my face.