So is the ship name for these two going to be Carnny? Cohnny? This will be a very short story. Three chapters, max.
A Second Chance, Round II
One minute I'm kicking my old sensei's ass in the Cobra Kai dojo. Next minute, my own son is fighting me. I won't fight him—ten seconds later I pushed him too hard into a locker, knocking him out. Shit. A minute later as I'm trying to get Robby to come to; I'm right at the edge of joining Tommy in a body bag when LaRusso charges in attacking Kreese himself (I guess the Cobra Kai students went to his house to attack his daughter). It's a triangular fight that stupid math teachers would make out of a stupid math problem, but Miguel and...Sam? They come and put the fight to the stop. Kreese and I make a bet, although why there had to be one was beyond me since I KNOW my students are going to kick ass.
Shit. Our, LaRusso and I, are going to kick ass. Yep, we teamed up. Since Kreese Kai students are coming after both my students and LaRusso's students, we merged up to have both our students train together to kick ass at the tournament.
We're so going to kick ass at the tournament.
My badass, tough, show-mercy fighting combined with LaRusso's own Old Man peaceful whatever hippie shit, these students are going to kick Kreese Kai students little shits.
BUT next thing I know; It's been a few months of training, with a few months to go before the tournament. Two months to be exact since the fight in the dojo. Miguel and I had been hanging out more outside of training. You know like, between meals in his apartment with Carmen and his grandmother or eating hot subs watching movies from the eighties. No, neither Carmen or I mentioned about us to him yet. Kind of keeping it low for a while longer before announcing 'Your mom is fucking the sensei' in a not-so-sublet way.
Fact, Friday nights were film nights over here. Carmen usually worked late Friday nights and Rosa had some sort of old lady night out with her girlfriends in the downtown arena so Miguel came over. Swear to Tommy though—Miguel keeps it up with the 'chicks can not hold the smoke, that what it is' quote, I'm fucking stealing that cell phone.
Door bell rang. "Hold up!" I called back, opening the fridge to grab the soda Miguel drinks every Friday night. I got the door opened expecting the teenager but instead found Carmen standing there, holding the umbrella above her to avoid the storm outside. "Oh, hey." Huh. She coming over to movie night too? Kind of going to be weird with her here watching Porky's with us. "Uh, you coming to the movie night?"
Carmen's head shook. "No. Actually, Miguel asked me to tell you that he had a last minute thing with one of the boys from Eagle Fangs." That little shit better be ditching me to be hitting up on girls. "Besides, I had to bring back something."
"What?"
Carmen handed over a brown paper bag. I checked inside and saw the boxers that I've been missing. A weird thing but they're the ugly boxers that had an off color to them. Carmen saw them once and said they're probably the ugliest thing she'd seen. Other words, the kind I wear for her to take off. "Right.. Thanks." Invite her in, dipshit. "Wanna come in?"
She nodded. She closed her umbrella up then stepped inside and a tiny smile came through since the place was decent warm. "What movie did you guys have to night?"
"Rocky."
"A boxing movie for the karate boys?" He smirked.
I came up with some lame-ass excuse about why it was Rocky. Subject changed to, "Was going to watch Breakfast Club again next week with him, sort of to recreate when the film came out back in '85, but Miguel quotes one line in specific so much that I'm about to throw a carton of cigarettes at him." Carmen laughed. Laughed that I was going to throw cigarettes at her son. "Saw it when it came out in theaters the day after my Valentines date." Still sort of bummed Ali had to go up to Seattle to visit her grandmother's one twin sister with no children at all. "Guys and I had Saturday detention a few weeks later and tried half the stuff in the film."
Carmen smiled. "You crawling in the air vents making non-ending bar joke? I can't see that." She so can.
"Wanna watch it?"
"No. Um," She got weirdly quiet. "I had to come over here and tell you something." Aw shit. That's not good. "Can we sit?" Double shit, but I nodded.
The longest silence is what killed me. Just us on the couch in silence. If it werent for the couple who lived a few apartments away from us who were blasting their cheesy pop music romance song, the mere silence would had been more awkward. "This is a break up."
"No...I don't, think."
"Think?"
"Johnny...I," She was breathing heavy now. I haven't seen her like this before. She sucked in air, then released it. "I'm pregnant."
Triple shit.
