CHAPTER 21

The next day, training was awkward, to say the least. Both Sam and Miguel had asked their respective senseis to retract the claws, but neither sensei had forgotten about the incidents of the day before. In addition, Daniel was extremely wary of Miguel's relationship with his daughter. If his conversation with Sam the night before had shown him anything, it was that his daughter trusted her boyfriend more than him. And not just any boyfriend… Johnny's protege! Just as Daniel was starting to get to care about Miguel and trust him, he realised that the boy was slowly turning Sam against him, whether he knew it or not. And he couldn't let that happen!

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The next morning, Miguel drove to training but to his surprise, Sam wasn't there. Miguel knew that Sam's mom and dad were out of town for their dealership business, and Anthony was staying with a friend, but he thought that Sam was still in town. He took out his phone and called Sam, but with no answer.

"Where could she be?" Miguel murmured to himself as he walked into training.

With Daniel not there, training was relatively lowkey, and at the end, Miguel picked up his phone and called Sam again. Surprisingly, she answered this time.

"Hey. Where were you today?" Miguel asked as he answered the phone.

"Hey, Miguel." Sam coughed. Miguel winced as he could tell Sam was extremely sick from her voice.

"Oh, my God. Are you okay?" Miguel asked, concerned.

"Yeah, just got a bad cold." Sam stated. "Thank God my family aren't home for me to pass it to them."

"Well, do you want me to come over and help you out?" Miguel asked.

"I should be okay. I'm going to try and get some rest." Sam murmured, but Miguel could tell from her tone that she needed help. The best thing about his relationship with Sam was that they could always tell what each other were thinking, even if they didn't straight-up say it aloud. Miguel hung up the phone shortly after, before turning to Hawk.

"Hey, buddy. I gotta go somewhere." Miguel said. Hawk glared at him.

"I thought we were playing laser tag this afternoon!" Hawk exclaimed. Miguel rolled his eyes. Hawk always did have insanely childish habits.

"Yeah, I was never playing laser tag." Miguel laughed. "See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see you." Hawk said. Miguel quickly drove home and he begged his yaya to make a tupperware of her healing broth. After she did so, Miguel then drove over to Sam's house, and he rang the bell. No answer. He rang it again. No answer. Miguel sighed and clenched his jaw. He knew what he had to do.

After the Cobra Kai raid on their house, the Larusso had installed a much more high-tech security system, so Miguel couldn't just jump over the front gate without triggering an alarm. Instead, the only place he could possibly enter the house from was jumping the 10 foot side wall. Miguel did so, landing on his feet like a cat, and not dropping his tupperware of soup.

Cautiously, he walked into the house, wary that Sam wasn't answering the door so could be in trouble, but immediately relaxed when he heard the sound of congested snoring coming from Sam's room. He slowly tiptoed upstairs and opened the door. He saw Sam sleeping peacefully in her bed, tissues strewn all over her room. Miguel couldn't help but smile. Even sick and with no makeup on, she was still the most beautiful woman in the world. He noticed her shivering so he took off his jacket and placed it over her blanket for extra warmth. He then gently touched her forehead and noticed that she was burning up. He winced in sympathy and walked downstairs to cook the soup he had brought for her.

Sam woke up and she shot out of the bed when she heard noises coming from downstairs, wary of the Cobras who had broken into her house months before, but Sam stumbled and nearly fell over in her dizziness from her cold. She slowly grabbed the nearest weapon she could find in te dark, and then crept downstairs. She stumbled into the kitchen and saw Miguel turn around to face her, and he immediately held back a laugh.

"Ah. Please don't hurt me." Miguel joked into a dull, monotonous voice as he pointed at the 'weapon' in her hand. Sam looked at it herself for the first time and saw that it was merely one of her tiny, bright pink slippers. "You know, for someone so good at Karate and fighting, you'd think you'd be able to find something deadlier than a slipper."

"Shut up. I'm sick." Sam grumbled. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, no offense but you didn't seem too well on the phone so I'd thought I'd come by and see how you were doing." Miguel replied.

"You didn't need to do that." Sam murmured, before taking one more step and nearly falling over due to a nausea spell. Miguel quickly caught her and practically carried her onto the living room couch, laying a tray with a bowl of soup on her lap moments later.

"Here. Drink this. You'll be back to normal in 24 hours. I guarantee it." Miguel said.

"What, did you crush a whole vial of ibuprofen in here or something?" Sam asked. Miguel chuckled.

"Better. It's my yaya's famous healing broth. Trust me, it works." Miguel stated. "And added bonus, it tastes good too."

Sam took a small sip of it and felt the warm soup rush into her body, rejuvenating her body and making her feel better instantly.

"Wow, this is good." Sam stated, taking another large sip. Miguel laughed and sat on the sofa next to her. He grabbed the TV remote.

"You want to watch something?" He asked, turning on Netflix. Sam nodded and took the remote, scrolling through the various movies until she had found a movie she wanted to see.

"Here, let's watch this." She mumbled. Miguel looked up and saw her hovering over The Princess Bride. Miguel nodded and walked over to the speakers and turned them on. He then walked back to the couch, and placed a blanket over Sam. He then brushed past her feet as he was walking over to his place on the couch and he winced as he felt how cold they were.

"Jeez, you're freezing!" Miguel exclaimed, wrapping his arms around her for warmth. Sam closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth Miguel was generating. Miguel gently kissed her forehead.

"Thank you for coming." Sam whispered as the movie started. Miguel looked down at her and nodded.

"Anytime, babe."

The two spent the entire afternoon watching movies, and in the middle of the third one, Miguel heard a quiet snoring coming from beside him. He looked and saw that Sam had fallen fast asleep again. Discreetly so as not to wake her up, Miguel disentangled from the tight cuddle they were in and he silently turned off the TV. Miguel then carried her up bridal-style to her room as she still hadn't woken up, and he gently placed her on the bed. He was about to leave when he realised that Sam wasn't wearing pajamas, but was wearing normal clothes, which couldn't have been comfy at all to sleep in.

Miguel quietly went into her drawers to grab her pj's. He grabbed the first pair he could find. He then took off her skirt and put her pajama bottoms on, and then he took off her shirt and gently pulled it over her head. He put her pajama shirt on but didn't put her arms through the sleeves yet. Miguel made sure that the shirt was covering her entire torso before he reached behind her to undo her bra, being extremely careful when he pulled it off her shoulders not to touch anything. Although Sam and Miguel had gotten to third base in their relationship, Miguel didn't want to seem like he was taking advantage of his girlfriend being sick and asleep if he accidentally touched something. Then, once the bra was off, he helped her arms through the shirt. When her top was on, he picked her up again and lifted back the covers and gently placed her on the bed.

Miguel gently kissed her forehead and turned around, about to leave, when he heard a quiet "thank you" coming from the girl behind him. Miguel turned around and saw that her eyes were slightly open.

"No problem. I love you. Get well soon." Miguel whispered.

"Love you too." Sam mumbled back, before drifting asleep again. Miguel turned off the lights to her room and then walked out. Checking his phone, he realised that he had a lot of missed calls from his mom. His eyes widened when he realised that he hadn't told his mom where he was going, so she had no idea where he was.

"I was at my girlfriend's empty mansion, just me and her. We cuddled, watched a movie, but I swear we weren't having sex. Yeah, this is going to be an easy one to explain." Miguel murmured to himself sarcastically. He knew that if he was a parent, there's no way in hell he'd believe his kid if they told him that. He quickly got into his car and drove home, ready to explain himself to his mom.

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Miraculously, the next day, Sam felt nearly 100% back to normal. Miguel had taken such amazing care of her, and that soup he had given her had worked magic. Sam rolled out of bed and walked downstairs, to see parents staring at her and sitting at the dining table.

"Ah! Sam! Good morning!" Daniel said, forcing a fake smile onto his face.

"Um… you're acting weird." Sam remarked.

"Is he? No he's not!" Amanda stammered, too fast. "Sit down for a moment please."

Sam raised an eyebrow and sat down opposite her parents.

"Um… okay? What's going on? And drop the phony smiles please. You look creepy." Sam remarked. Her parents sighed and nodded, and her dad pulled out an iPad.

"We need to talk about this." Daniel said, turning the screen to Sam. Sam looked at it and saw that it was security camera footage of the outside of the house the day before, and she watched as Miguel scaled the wall and entered the house. Her eyes widened when she realised what her parents were interpreting it as.

"Look, It's not what it looks like." Sam stammered. Amanda raised an eyebrow.

"Really? Because it looks like my daughter's boyfriend sneaking in while the whole family is out of town by scaling up a wall, and leaving a couple of hours later."

"We weren't doing anything!" Sam exclaimed, indignantly. "I was sick, and Miguel came over to help me, and the only reason he didn't come through the front door is because I was asleep when he came so I wasn't answering the doorbell."

"Uh huh. Sure." Daniel said, unconvinced. "You don't look sick."

"Yeah, I'm not, because MIGUEL CAME AND TOOK CARE OF ME!" Sam snapped, getting seriously annoyed at her parents at this point. Who did they think she was? Did they really think she would invite Miguel for a sex romp the moment they went out of town?! She wasn't a slut!

Sam noticed from her parents' facial expressions that they still didn't believe her. She glared at them and stormed into the kitchen, taking out a tupperware of the leftover soup Miguel had brought the day before.

"Look, here! Miguel brought soup for me because I was feeling sick!" Sam exclaimed. She then stormed over to the garbage, and pulled out the garbage bag. She then walked back to her family and shoved it under their noses, causing them to wrinkle in disgust as Sam practically forced their heads into the bin.

"Sam, what are you doing?" Amanda asked, at a complete loss.

"LOOK!" Sam snapped. "Look at all the tissues in there! Why would I have used that many tissues if I wasn't sick?!"

Amanda and Daniel looked and realised that Sam wasn't lying. Amanda glared at her husband.

"See! I told you! Trust your daughter!" Amanda exclaimed to Daniel. Daniel sighed and nodded. It was him who noticed Miguel on the CCTV cameras, and he immediately thought the worst, planting ideas in his wife's head.

"Sam, we're really sorry." Daniel said. Sam nodded.

"You should me! You guys need to trust me! Especially you, dad! I'm your daughter!" Sam exclaimed. Amanda nodded and left the room shortly after, leaving just Daniel and Sam in the kitchen. Daniel was deep in thought. Although he was still slightly suspicious of Miguel (he always would be because he didn't want his daughter to get hurt), Miguel had clearly done a really nice thing for Sam the day before, so maybe he wasn't as bad as Daniel thought earlier.

"That was really nice, what Miguel did." Daniel murmured. Sam nodded.

"Yeah. He's a really nice guy." Sam replied. Daniel eventually nodded.

"Yeah, he is. Why did you guys break up again last year exactly?" Daniel asked. Sam's heart dropped. She knew that this topic was going to come up eventually, but she had no idea how her father was going to react. She knew her father was extremely protective, maybe too much so, so there was no telling how much he was going to flip out when he heard that Miguel had punched her in the face.

"Well, um… it's a long story." Sam stammered. Daniel shrugged.

"I've got time." Daniel replied. Sam took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Here it goes…

5 minutes later…

"HE DID WHATTTTT?!"