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Valentines or Palentines: Day 17 (trope) break up to make up

Warning for mentions plotting against family, angsty teenagers kissing adults, and a slight bit out of character. The word count is 2,422 words. I hope you all enjoy Tory Nichols and Louie's Horrible Plot.

"You were lying to me?" Sam asked, tears clouding her eyes as she watched me carefully. "This whole time?"

It had been an accident. The lie and the kiss that begat the lie in the first place. Well, not the kiss. Not entirely. It had happened before I even knew Sam if I was being honest with myself.

It had happened when my mother, brother, and I had first moved into town. The incident that Sam and I were fighting over. My mother had been looking to buy a car. I had been an angry vengeful sixteen-year-old girl. One with an affinity for making myself look older than I actually was.

My mother had put a down payment on a car and had promised that either she or I would be by to pick it up when she could come up with the rest of the payment for the car. Which would have only been the following weekend.

"Tory, I'm going to be late getting out of work today," my mother had told me. I could hear her voice ringing in my mind even now as I'm thinking about the conversation. "I need you to go and pick up the car we bought. I left the check on the counter. It's signed and everything. All you need to do is hand it into Mr. LaRusso."

"Fine," I said, blowing out a huff of a breath. I had thought that I had had better things to do that day than pick up a new car.

"Tory, you know why I'm asking you to do this. Please don't act like this."

"I'm sorry, Mom." I picked up the check in its envelope and tucked it into my purse. "Don't worry I'll go and pick up the car."

"You aren't going dressed like that, are you?" she said, drawing in an exasperated breath as she took in the way that I was dressed.

To be honest, I didn't really like the way that I had dressed that day either. It's not me. Not me at all. The skin-tight jeans and the revealing top. But these things usually got me attention from guys. For that matter, they also got me whatever I wanted for free most of the time.

I had waited until my mother had left the house and my brother had gone out to play with his friends. That is when I decided I'd better go pick up the car.

Now I want you to remember that what follows next isn't something I had done to be purposefully malicious to anyone. I hadn't known Sam or Sam's parents at the time. What happened next just seemed like a fun idea. Something to do mess with someone else's head. Someone who wasn't me that is.

"Can I help you, ma'am?" the man who'd introduced himself to me in my more toned down girlish form yesterday as Daniel LaRusso asked, walking over to me.

"I'm here to pick up a car," I said, batting my eyelashes at him.

"Did you have one in mind?" he asked, turning to take in his inventory of cars. "We have all kinds of cars here."

"Mr. LaRusso," I said, putting a hand on his arm gently, "you spoke with my people yesterday. Nichols."

"You're here for the Nichols car," he said, pulling away from me.

But I wasn't going to let him go that easily. Why let the fun end right here when you could toy your into getting a car for a lower price? I allowed my hand to slowly trail down his arm until my fingers brushed gently across his.

"I'll just go and look that up," he said, extracting himself from the situation. I could see the look of relief cross his face as the office door closed behind him.

I could also feel cold staring eyes on me from every direction. An oily-looking man claiming to be Mr. LaRusso's cousin led me over to his office and let me. Here I thought I was the one aching for trouble. This man was as bad as I was if not a whole bunch worse.

"I just found your paperwork, Ms. Nichols," Daniel….Mr. LaRusso said, putting the paperwork on the desk as his cousin closed us into the room.

"Tory," I said, giving a flirtatious smile as I sat down and leaned forward in my chair. "I insist."

"I think we'll just stick with Ms. Nichols, shall we?"

"You're the boss." I flashed another flirty smile his way and reached across the desk for his hand. He must have seen it coming because he moved his hand out of the way and mine landed on the paperwork. "But it's not Ms. Nichols, it's Miss Nichols."

He nodded looking towards the door where a dark-haired lady was watching us.

"You seem nervous, Mr. LaRusso."

"I'm fine. I do this every day."

I smirked as I left my seat and rounded the desk. "I bet you do," I said, leaning against him.

"I think maybe you'd better have your mother come…."

Now, I know you're going to say that what's about to happen is horrible on my part. But to be fair as I keep pointing out I didn't know any of the LaRusso's at the time of this happening. I wasn't dating Daniel LaRusso's daughter. I had only been an angry teen looking to mess around with someone to make myself feel better. That being said let's get back to the story.

I leaned into him and brushed my lips against his. In Mr. LaRusso's defense, he did push me back gently. He's not that sort of creep that would hit on a teenage girl like that. On purpose that is. That whole dinner footsy fiasco thing aside.

"I think that perhaps your mother should come in and handle the rest of the payments for the car and upkeep of the car," he said, watching me sadly.

"Yes," I said, feeling like an idiot and much worse. I had kissed a married man who probably had kids my own age after all. Just in the name of having fun and getting someone else into trouble. Here he was acting like I was someone to be pittyed.

But what neither of us knew was that someone else was watching. Someone who wasn't as pitying as Mr. LaRusso. Someone who waited until now to put the pictures of that up on the internet for the whole world to see.

"What else aren't you telling me?" Sam asked, watching me as I took in the picture of the kiss that shouldn't have happened. "Anything else happen between you and my father then or now?"

"No," I said, seeing Mr. and Mrs. LaRusso peek into the room to see what was going on. "Nothing else happened."

"Why should I believe you?" she asked, looking at me angrily. "I mean if you didn't tell me about this what else aren't you telling me about?"

"Sam…."

"I think it would be better for us if we took a bit of a break," she said, not letting me finish what I was going to say. "Think things through and then figure out where we go from here." She looked at the picture. It was just one picture but it had blown both our worlds apart.

I watched as she raced out of the room. More than likely to go and practice karate or something that would calm her down. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear the footsteps approaching until they were right behind me.

"I'm guessing you didn't post this?" Mrs. LaRusso said, pointing to the picture of the kiss that was on my ex-best friend's Facebook page.

I shook my head. "I didn't," I told her. "Why would I do something to hurt Sam? Why would I do something like that to hurt you and Mr. LaRusso? Especially after you both have been treating me like a member of the family already."

"I know," Mrs. LaRusso said, watching me. "Just give Sam some time, alright? She'll come to the same conclusion that you did."

"You don't happen to know who did post this picture, do you?" Mr. LaRusso asked, looking at it. His eyes were squinted at something in the reflection of the window to the office.

"She's a friend of my family and my ex-best friend," I said, looking at him in confusion. "Why do you ask?"

"Right there," he said, pointing to the reflection. "That person's outline looks awfully familiar."

Mrs. LaRusso looked closely also. Her eyes widened in shock. "That isn't who I think it is, is it?" she asked, looking at her husband and then over at me.

I shrugged. I had only met their immediate family and didn't know many of their family friends who were connected to them through karate or one of the dojos.

"Louie?"

"You mean that creepy guy that led me over to your office when I picked up my mom's car? Or tried to that is?"

Daniel nodded.

"I think that I've got an idea," Mrs. LaRusso said, looking between her husband and me. "But it's going to call for a lot of patience from both of you. Plus you not firing Louie on the spot now that we know who took the photo, Daniel."

"He's supposed to get away with this. Running not only Tory's reputation but mine as well."

"He's supposed to think he got away with it," I said, looking at Mrs. LaRusso for confirmation which she readily gave.

"I'm not liking it but okay," Daniel said, shaking his head.

"It's a shame they never caught who put up that photo of you and that Nichols girl, cuz," Louie said, sitting across from his cousin. "I would have liked to have knocked his block off for what he or she's done to our family."

"Me too," Daniel said, shaking his hands. "I would very much have liked to have gotten my hands on the person who took that picture."

"Them too?"

"Yeah. Look what they did poor Sam. I only wish that she was as confident in her relationship as Amanda and I are in ours."

"What does Sam and her relationship have to do with this?" Louie asked, looking confused as Sam was led into the room. "Aren't you dating that Rodney kid who used to work here and train with your father?"

"She was dating Tory Nichols," Amanda said, causing Louie to stammer nervously.

"Is my fault your more believing of your husband that little hussy of a girl than Sam is?"

"I'm not a hussy," I yelled walking in and getting up into Louie's face.

"You kissed a married man, girly."

"A year ago practically and I felt bad about because of kindly Mr. LaRusso was about letting me down," I said, seeing Sam's eyes widen. "Was that your intention when you led me into Mr. LaRusso's office? To get one or both of us in trouble?"

"I….I….you did this to yourself."

"That doesn't even make sense. Why would I make it so that my girlfriend of five months and I break up due to something that happened before I even met her?"

"I don't know how you teenagers think. You tell me."

"I'll tell you what I think happened. You wanted me to lose everything. You wanted me to lose my wife and kids. My job. Even though I own LaRusso Dealerships. You wanted me to lose everything so that you could gain it all."

Louie's mouth opened and closed a couple of times before he clamped it shut. He didn't look at anyone which was very telling to at least me. That was how I used to act when I didn't want people to know how close to the mark they were.

"Louie, I think it's time that you go back to Jersey and think about the way you've been treating the people in this family. I also think you owe Sam, Tory, and Daniel an apology for what you've done."

"But Mandy…."

"Louie!"

"Fine," he turned to Sam. "I'm sorry for putting your girlfriend and father into that sort of situation." He turned to me and Daniel. "I'm sorry for almost ruining your lives too."

"Now go and buy your ticket back to Jersey and pray to God that I can keep Daniel from calling your Aunt and mother and telling them what you've done. You know they aren't going to be happy about this at all."

"Come on. It was a bit of fun. No one really got hurt."

"Louie!"

He took a deep breath and let it out quickly in fear. "Alright," he said, looking at the ground. "I'm going. I'm going. But don't think I"m the only one involved in that little plot. Because I wasn't."

I looked over at Sam. It had been weeks since the last time we'd seen each other. Weeks of feeling like a part of me was missing. Weeks of wanting to break my promise to Mrs. LaRusso that I wouldn't beat up her husband's cousin or my ex-best friend. But just seeing her made it all seem much better.

"You weren't lying to me when you said that nothing happened between you and my father?" she asked, looking at me with tears in her crystal blue eyes.

"I wasn't," I said, stepping closer to her.

"Why didn't you…."

"Because you didn't believe me when I tried to explain before."

"How did…." She stepped closer to me her eyes never leaving mine.

"Your mother said that she had an idea as soon as figured out that it was your cousin Louie who had taken the picture. We just had to wait things out a bit."

"Five weeks of waiting it out?"

"Not my idea," I said, closing the distance between us and pulling her into a passionate kiss.

"Um….girls?" Daniel said, bringing our attention back to where we were at the moment.

"Sorry, Dad," Sam said, blushing as we pulled apart from each other once more.

"No need to apologize. Just go and make up lost time."

"Daniel!"

"Not like that!" he called after us as we raced off into the afternoon.

I vowed that next time something happened to cause us to fight with each other we'd actually try and talk it out. Although hopefully, no one else gets any ideas about breaking us up again. I don't think that I could handle that.

I hope you all enjoyed Tory Nichols and Louie's Horrible Plot as much as I enjoyed writing it.