"Your mom?"

"Yes!" Miguel covered his face in his hands, plopping onto his girlfriend's bed.

Miguel had just opened the door to his home in Reseda when he stopped in the doorway at the sight of Johnny and his mom.

Kissing.

"What the hell?" he'd let out slowly, completely perplexed. The two had jumped apart quickly, and it was followed by a lot of "we didn't know how to tell you" and "we didn't expect this to happen."

Miguel had remained speechless for quite a while until Johnny had stepped forward.

"Listen son," he'd told him slowly. "I'm sorry. But I really am in love with Carmen." Miguel had met his gaze in disbelief. This was the same guy who had Googled 'hot babes' the first time he discovered the Internet and whose only way of flirting was bumping into chicks at a bar.

And he was in love with his mom?

"Miggy?" Carmen had asked him when he still didn't respond. "Are you okay?"

"I, uh," he stammered, shaking out of his thoughts and backing out the door. "I just need some air."

"Miguel-" he'd heard his Sensei call after him, but he had already shut the door, heading towards his bike.

He needed to talk to someone about what he just saw. So, of course, he headed to the LaRusso's.

And now he was laying face-down on his girlfriend's bed after filling her in, Sam's reaction mirroring his own as she stood above him.

"Are you sure they were kissing?" she asked then, and he lifted his head up enough to give her a look. She cringed in response.

"Yes, Sam, I know what I saw," he spoke into the pillow. She sat herself down on the edge of the bed by him, before laying down to face him.

"Miguel."

"Hmph."

She couldn't help but chuckle at his antics, and that's when he finally turned his head from the pillow to face her.

"Don't laugh," he told her. "It's not funny."

"But Miguel, come on," she tugged at his arm to get him to roll onto his back so she could see his face. "Didn't you say they were in love?"

"Allegedly," he corrected her. "That's what Sensei said, but-"

"They're probably really happy together," she finished. "Don't you want them to be happy?" He looked at her for a moment before facing the ceiling again with a sigh, and Sam turned to lay on her back as well.

"Of course, I do," he finally said, staring at the ceiling. "After everything, my mom deserves someone who'll love her unconditionally. And so does Sensei."

"Exactly."

"But did it have to be with each other?" he whined again. Sam rolled her eyes.

"What does it matter? They're happy! And you even said that he's already like a father figure to you."

"Key word: like! I never said I wanted him to adopt me!"

"He wouldn't be adopting you, he'd just be-"

"My step-dad?!" Sam met his incredulous gaze before he covered his face with his hands again.

"How do you even know they'll get married?" Sam interjected. "Maybe they'll break up."

"That's even worse, Sam," he replied. "Do you realize how awkward that'd be? And they'd definitely make me their little messenger boy. I don't need that."

"Yeah, you're right," she agreed. "Wow, this does feel really weird."

"See?" Miguel shifted to prop his elbow up, resting his head against his fist as he faced Sam. "The last thing I needed this year was more drama." Sam moved to mimic his position, facing him.

"I don't think it's such a bad thing, though."

"But we just established that however this works out will be weird."

"Yeah, at first. But you'll get used to it. You might even enjoy it, you know? Having your Sensei around more."

"I already see him enough," he chuckled, and she joined him. "But maybe you're right." Sam smiled at him.

Suddenly Miguel looked like his eyes were going to pop out of his head from a realization. He sat up quickly.

"What?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowing.

"If Sensei becomes my stepdad..." he started. "...that'd make Robby my..." Sam's reaction mirrored his again, her jaw dropping.

"Oh my god," she said amusedly, bursting into laughter. "You guys would be stepbrothers." Miguel sunk his face into her pillow again.

"Sam, no," he whined. "This can't happen." She was still laughing.

"Stepbrothers!" she repeated, hauling back with laughter. He shook his head at her.

"Shut up!" he nudged her. "You're the worst."

"Okay I'm sorry," she apologized in between fits of laughter. "It's just, so, like, come on! Miguel you have to admit the situation is hilarious."

"Maybe if I wasn't involved."

"That's why it's so funny to me." He rolled his eyes at her until he raised his eyebrows.

"Well you would be involved too!" he told her then, nudging her as she looked at him confused. "'Cause if that happens, then when we get married, your ex is gonna be, like, your step brother-in-law, or something. So, ha." He laid back down onto his back victoriously as Sam simply stared at him, taken aback. His grin quickly faded as he came to another realization.

"I guess that's actually weird for me too, since, like, you dated him, and stuff," he spoke mindlessly. He looked off into thought for a moment, cringing at the idea, before turning to look at Sam, who had her lips pressed together in a smile.

"What?" he asked her then, confused by her expression.

"You said when." His eyebrows furrowed.

"Not if," she clarified, showing her teeth in a wide grin. And that's when he realized. He chuckled softly before rolling his eyes, turning so his back was to her. She laughed as she wrapped her arms around his torso from behind him.

"When we get married, huh?" she teased him, trying to get him to turn back to her. "You planning our wedding already, Miguel?"

"Whatever," he retorted. "That wasn't the point." Sam laughed.

He finally turned to face her.

"You shouldn't be so surprised, honestly," he said matter-of-factly, wrapping his arms around her. "I hope you realize you're stuck with me Sam. Like, for the rest of your life." She grinned up at him, reaching up to meet his lips with hers.

"That doesn't sound too bad."

"I hope you're still saying that after we're married."