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CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE —

"Why are we letting him ask the questions? Isn't this supposed to be a fun girls' night?"

"Because I'm your Sensei and I'm a girl dad now,"

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Marisol and Mila walked into the LaRusso's dining room together, carefully setting down baby shower presents for Carmen on the table. The room buzzed with excitement as family and friends mingled, the table already laden with brightly wrapped gifts and decorations.

Amanda turned to Mila with a pleading look. "Can you go get Anthony for me, please?" she asked.

Mila nodded with a grin. "Sure thing," she replied, heading upstairs. She knocked on Anthony's door and pushed it open, only to find him standing in front of a mirror, flexing his muscles. Mila stood there frozen, eyebrows raised in amusement. "Anthony... What are you doing?" she asked.

Anthony turned around abruptly, tripping over his foot and falling back. Mila burst into laughter and walked over to look down at him. "I was just trying to see if I got any muscles yet from training at Miyagi-Do," Anthony mumbled, slightly embarrassed.

Mila laughed harder, holding out her hand. "I think you're insane," she joked as she helped him up.

The two snapped their heads when they heard a loud explosion from downstairs. Their eyes widened in shock, and they quickly locked hands, running downstairs together. They found Daniel, Anthony's dad, standing in the middle of the living room, covered head to toe in pink glitter.

Mila's jaw dropped as she giggled, while Anthony pulled out his phone and snapped a picture. "Aww, it's a girl!" Marisol gasped, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"That was supposed to come later," Carmen frowned, looking a bit disappointed as she patted at the glitter on her clothes.

Marisol rubbed Miguel's mom's back, still laughing. "Don't worry, Carmen, it's perfect. Just a little early reveal," she said, trying to reassure her.

Daniel wiped some of the glitter off his face, looking a bit exasperated but smiling nonetheless. "Well, that's one way to announce it," he said, shaking his head with a chuckle.

The room erupted in laughter and cheers, everyone congratulating Carmen and Johnny, while Marisol and Mila shared a look of amusement. Despite the unexpected glitter explosion, the baby shower continued with even more joy and excitement.

Marisol sat in her kitchen eating grapes when she heard her phone ping. She picked it up and saw a message from Eli: "Come outside."

Groaning in annoyance, she set her bowl of grapes aside and made her way to the front door. She was still mad at him for what had happened at the frat party. Stepping outside, she saw Eli standing in the drizzle, holding a poster that said, "Please forgive me." Her expression remained stern, an eyebrow raised in skepticism.

"Why should I forgive you?" Marisol asked, her voice laced with irritation.

The rain started to fall a little harder, causing Eli to drop the now-soaking poster onto the ground. He walked over to face her, the rain plastering his hair to his forehead.

"I'm a big idiot, okay? I'm not friends with Kyler. I will never be," Eli began, his voice earnest. "We were just trying to see how Brucks got into MIT and what college life was like. Kyler got his karma, and those guys were bullying him. We fought the guys off and—"

Marisol rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "So you think that justifies everything? That somehow makes it okay to hang around them after all they did to us?"

Eli took a deep breath, his eyes pleading. "No, it doesn't. I realize now how it looked, and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you or anyone else. I just... I messed up."

Marisol stood silent for a moment, the rain dripping down her face. She could see the sincerity in Eli's eyes, the genuine regret. She sighed, the anger slowly dissipating.

"You're a big idiot," she repeated, softer this time. "But you're my idiot."

Eli's face lit up with a small, hopeful smile. "So, does that mean you forgive me?"

Marisol looked at him for a long moment before finally nodding. "Yeah, but don't think you're off the hook that easily. You have to make it up to me."

Eli grinned, stepping closer and pulling her into a tight hug. "I'll do anything. I promise."

As they stood there in the rain, holding each other, Marisol felt a sense of relief wash over her. Things weren't perfect, but they were on their way to being okay again. And that was enough for now.

Hawk didn't have time to say anything more before Marisol suddenly smashed her lips onto his, yet the motion was so smooth. His breath caught in his throat for half a second, his body trembling under her hold. Marisol hummed into his mouth when he finally began kissing her back, his hands snaking around her back to yank her closer. Marisol's hand, which had been resting on his cheek, moved to wrap around his shoulders, pulling them even closer together as his teeth grazed hers for a moment.

Hawk's hand rested flat on the skin of her back, circling around to her side slowly, sending shivers down her spine. Marisol walked forward, stopping him from stumbling as his back pressed against the closet wall. Her mouth pulled back for a moment just to turn her face and kiss him again. Hawk grabbed her face, pulling her closer by the back of her neck. A small noise escaped his lips and echoed within her mouth, making Marisol grin through their kiss.

The hand on his neck that hadn't moved traced a small A on his skin, her touch delicate and teasing. She pulled back from their kiss, her eyes meeting his for a brief moment, before replacing her finger with her mouth, kissing the spot she had just traced. Hawk's breath hitched, his grip on her tightening as he felt the warmth of her lips against his skin.

Marisol's kisses trailed down his neck, her breath hot against his skin, and Hawk couldn't help but let out a soft groan, his hands tangling in her hair. Marisol pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting his again, both of them breathing heavily.

"God, Marisol," Hawk breathed out, his voice shaky.
Marisol smirked, her lips hovering over his.
"What took you so long to kiss me back?" she teased, her voice barely above a whisper.

Hawk chuckled softly, his fingers tracing patterns on her back. "I guess I was just waiting for the right moment."
Marisol rolled her eyes playfully, her forehead resting against his. "Well, you found it."

Hawk leaned in, capturing her lips in another kiss, this one slower, more tender. Marisol melted into him, their bodies fitting together perfectly as the world outside the closet seemed to disappear.

Marisol had received a call from the girl she saved from the party, Abby, and they agreed to meet up at Judy's Lunch Diner. When Marisol walked in, she scanned the room and quickly spotted Abby sitting in a booth by the window. She took a deep breath, smoothed her hair, and walked over.

"Hey!" Marisol greeted warmly as she slid into the seat across from Abby.

Abby looked up and smiled. "Hey, thank you so much for meeting me."

"Of course," Marisol replied, settling into her seat. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm better, thanks to you," Abby began, her voice tinged with gratitude. "I wanted to thank you in person. That guy was my abusive ex-boyfriend. I came to the party with a friend, and he must have slipped a pill into my drink and spiked it. My so-called friend didn't even notice when I disappeared."

Marisol's expression turned serious. "I'm so sorry that happened to you. I just had a weird gut feeling when I saw him take you upstairs. It didn't look right."

Abby nodded. "You were right. I don't know what would've happened if you hadn't intervened." She paused, studying Marisol for a moment. "How old are you, by the way?"

Marisol chuckled softly. "Seventeen. I was only there because I was touring the college. I'll be eighteen in a little less than three months."

"Wow, you're really brave for your age," Abby remarked. "Do you go to West Valley?"

Marisol nodded. "Yeah, I do."

Abby's eyes widened in recognition. "I think I remember seeing your name... I graduated last year. Weren't you the girl who got kicked into the computer during that big fight?"

Marisol's cheeks flushed slightly. "Yep, that was me."

Abby leaned in, curious. "Wasn't that your boyfriend who did that?"

Marisol felt a knot form in her stomach but managed a small smile. "Yeah, it was. But we're good now. He was in a bad place at the time, and I was defending my friend. He was just trying to get me out of the way, and it happened accidentally."

Abby nodded thoughtfully. "I get it. We all go through rough patches and make mistakes. It's good that you were able to move past it."

Marisol sighed, relieved. "Yeah, it took some time, but we worked things out."

Just then, the waitress came by to take their orders. Marisol ordered a club sandwich and a soda, while Abby opted for a Caesar salad and iced tea. As they waited for their food, they continued their conversation, sharing more about their lives and experiences.

Abby recounted more details about her past relationship and how difficult it had been to escape her ex's control. Marisol listened intently, offering support and understanding. In turn, Marisol shared some of her own struggles, including her complicated family dynamics and her journey with Eli.

Their food arrived, and the conversation flowed naturally as they ate. They laughed over shared experiences and bonded over their mutual resilience. Abby's initial gratitude turned into genuine friendship as they discovered how much they had in common.

As they finished their meals, Marisol felt a sense of accomplishment. She had not only saved Abby but also made a new friend in the process. When they stood up to leave, Abby pulled Marisol into a tight hug.

"Thank you again, Marisol. You really saved me that night," Abby said, her voice thick with emotion.

Marisol smiled, hugging her back. "Anytime, Abby. I'm just glad you're okay."

They exchanged phone numbers and promised to keep in touch. As Marisol walked out of Judy's Lunch Diner, she felt a warm sense of fulfillment. She knew that she had made a real difference in someone's life, and that thought filled her with pride and happiness.

Marisol sat in her room, the gentle strumming of her guitar filling the air with soft, melodic tones. She found solace in music, each note a temporary escape from the world around her. The peaceful moment was interrupted by the sudden ringing of her phone. Glancing at the screen, her eyes widened in surprise as she saw Peter's name flashing. Setting her guitar aside with a gasp, she eagerly picked up the call.

"Peter!" Marisol exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement and warmth.

Peter's familiar cackling laughter echoed through the other end. "Hey, Marisol! How's it going? I wanted to check up on you. I heard you and my cousin got into a fight and I wanted to make sure you guys didn't break up."

Marisol laughed, shaking her head even though Peter couldn't see her. "We're all good. We worked it out. Just a little bump in the road, nothing major."

"Glad to hear that," Peter replied, his tone genuine and relieved. "You know how Eli can be sometimes. He's a good guy, but he can be a bit intense."

"Yeah, I do," Marisol agreed, her voice softening as she thought about Eli. "But we're in a good place now. We talked things through, and we're stronger for it. How about you? How's everything back in Kentucky?"

Peter sighed, a mix of nostalgia and contentment in the sound. "It's been good. Mom and I miss the summer, though. We had such a blast with you guys. It's not the same without you."

Marisol's heart warmed at the memory of the summer they had spent together. "We miss you guys too. It's been different without you around. Things are just... quieter."

They continued chatting, catching up on everything that had happened since the summer ended. Peter filled Marisol in on his and Melanie's latest adventures back home, describing their road trips, family gatherings, and new hobbies they had picked up. Marisol shared stories about school, friends, and the latest drama at the LaRusso house, including the hilarious glitter explosion at Carmen's baby shower.

"Wow, sounds like you've had quite the eventful few months," Peter remarked with a chuckle. "I can't believe I missed that glitter explosion. That must have been something to see."

"It was," Marisol giggled. "Daniel was covered head to toe in pink glitter. We all had a good laugh, even though it was a bit of a mess."

After a while, the conversation turned to future plans. "You guys should come visit during the holidays," Marisol suggested, her excitement evident. "It'd be great to see you again. We could catch up properly and maybe even have another adventure or two."

Peter laughed, the sound full of warmth and fondness. "We'll definitely try to make it happen. It would be awesome to reunite with everyone. We miss you guys."

As they wrapped up their call, Marisol felt a wave of happiness wash over her. Even though Peter and Melanie were miles away, the bond they shared remained strong. It was reassuring to know that distance couldn't weaken their friendship. She put her phone down, picked up her guitar again, and resumed playing, her heart lighter and her spirits lifted by the connection she had with her friends, no matter the distance.

The familiar melody flowed effortlessly from her fingers, but now it was infused with a renewed sense of joy and gratitude. Each note resonated with the warmth of friendship and the promise of future reunions. The music carried her thoughts back to the fun times they had shared, and she knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she could always count on her friends to be there for her.

Marisol and Mila stood facing each other, the serene backdrop of Miyagi-Do contrasting sharply with the intensity of their focus. The soft hum of cicadas and the gentle trickle of the waterfall set a tranquil scene, but the atmosphere between the two sisters crackled with anticipation.

Marisol made the first move, launching a quick jab toward Mila's midsection. Mila reacted instantly, blocking the strike with her forearm and shifting her weight to counter with a low kick aimed at Marisol's legs. Marisol hopped back just in time, her feet light on the ground, and immediately went on the offensive with a series of rapid punches.

Mila parried each punch, her movements smooth and precise. She spun to her right, attempting a high roundhouse kick. Marisol ducked, feeling the rush of air as Mila's leg sliced above her head. As she came up, Marisol delivered a quick elbow strike, which Mila deflected by pivoting to the side.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, each attack met with a counter, every block seamlessly transitioning into the next offensive move. Mila attempted a sweeping leg kick to knock Marisol off balance, but Marisol jumped, avoiding the sweep and landed gracefully, immediately launching into a backfist strike that Mila narrowly avoided by leaning back.

The girls continued their fluid dance of combat, neither willing to give an inch. Marisol's powerful strikes contrasted with Mila's swift and agile kicks. A spinning back kick from Marisol aimed at Mila's ribs was blocked just in time by Mila, who absorbed the impact and retaliated with a quick, precise punch toward Marisol's shoulder. Marisol caught Mila's wrist, twisting it gently but firmly, forcing Mila to pivot and escape the hold with a nimble spin.

Sweat began to bead on their foreheads, their breathing becoming more measured as they pushed each other to their limits. Marisol's punches came faster now, combinations aimed to overwhelm, but Mila's defense held strong. She shifted her stance and drove forward with a flurry of kicks, each one delivered with pinpoint accuracy and force.

Marisol blocked a high kick, absorbing the impact with her forearm and retaliating with a low, sweeping kick that Mila barely dodged by leaping backward. As soon as her feet touched the ground, Mila propelled herself forward, closing the distance and attempting to grapple. Marisol shifted her weight, using Mila's momentum to throw her off balance, but Mila recovered mid-motion, landing gracefully and immediately transitioning into a sidekick.

The force of Mila's kick was met with Marisol's open palm, deflecting the attack and spinning Mila around. Using the momentum, Marisol aimed a high kick at Mila's head, but Mila ducked and rolled to the side, coming up in a fighting stance, ready to continue.

The sparring session was relentless, each sister testing the other's limits. Marisol's movements were a blend of strength and precision, her strikes powerful and controlled. Mila's agility and speed kept her a step ahead, her kicks sharp and her defense solid.

Their sparring continued until both were breathing heavily, their muscles burning but their spirits unyielding. They finally stepped back, a silent agreement that the session was over for now. The peaceful ambiance of Miyagi-Do washed over them once more, and they stood, chests heaving, gazing at each other with mutual respect and pride.

Johnny walked over to Marisol and Mila, snapping his fingers to get their attention. "You two, Tory and Sam are going over to Devon's tonight for a sleepover. Don't be late!" he instructed, his tone firm but with an edge of excitement.

Marisol and Mila exchanged puzzled glances. "Devon's?" Mila asked, her brow furrowed. "Since when do we have plans at Devon's?"

Johnny shrugged nonchalantly. "I just thought it would be good for everyone to hang out. It's been a while since you guys had a night out together, and it's supposed to be fun."

Marisol looked back at Johnny, trying to piece together the situation. "Alright, but what time should we be there?" she asked, still slightly bewildered by the sudden plans.

Johnny checked his watch and then glanced back at them. "Tonight! 8:00pm sharp! Make sure you bring something to sleep in and maybe a snack or two. I hear Devon's is making her famous brownies."

Mila nodded, still processing the information. "Okay, thanks, Johnny. We'll be there."

Johnny gave them an approving nod and turned to head back to his own business. Marisol and Mila stood there for a moment, exchanging glances filled with curiosity and a hint of excitement.

"Well," Marisol said, breaking the silence, "looks like we've got a sleepover to get ready for."

Mila grinned, her initial confusion giving way to enthusiasm. "Yeah, I guess we do. Let's get our stuff together."

The two quickly headed off to prepare for the evening, their earlier uncertainty replaced by the prospect of a fun night ahead.

Marisol sat in the cozy, softly lit office of her therapist, Dr. Thompson. The room was designed to be a haven of tranquility, with its plush chairs, warm colors, and shelves lined with books and calming trinkets. Marisol took a deep breath, her hands fidgeting in her lap as she looked up at Dr. Thompson, who sat across from her with a gentle, encouraging smile.

"So, Marisol, what would you like to talk about today?" Dr. Thompson asked, her voice soothing and patient.

Marisol sighed, feeling the weight of her thoughts pressing down on her. "There's a lot, actually," she began, her voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and sadness. "Eli and I had a big fight recently. It was about him and his friends, and I just... I don't know how to deal with it."

Dr. Thompson nodded, leaning forward slightly to show her attentiveness. "Tell me more about the fight. What happened?"

Marisol took another deep breath, trying to organize her thoughts. "It started when we were at a college fair, and Eli and the others were talking to Brucks and Kyler. They used to bully us, and it just felt wrong seeing Eli interact with them, even if he wasn't really friends with them. We ended up arguing about it, and I walked away because I was so angry and hurt."

Dr. Thompson listened intently, her expression one of understanding. "It sounds like seeing Eli with those people brought up a lot of old wounds for you."

Marisol nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. "Yeah, it did. I felt like he was betraying everything we went through together. And then there's Mila... she's been visiting our mom in jail. I just found out, and it's been tearing me apart."

Dr. Thompson's expression softened with empathy. "That must be very difficult for you. How have you been coping with this news about Mila and your mother?"

Marisol wiped a tear from her cheek, her voice trembling. "Not well, honestly. Our mom abandoned us and hurt us so much. She even kidnapped us once. I can't understand why Mila would want to see her. It makes me so worried for her. I'm scared she's going to get hurt again, emotionally or worse."

Dr. Thompson handed Marisol a tissue, giving her a moment to compose herself. "It's natural to feel protective of your sister, especially given your history. Have you talked to Mila about your concerns?"

Marisol shook her head. "I tried, but she just brushes it off. She says she needs to see our mom, that she's changed. But I don't believe it. I can't. And now, with everything going on with Eli and school, I just feel so overwhelmed."

Dr. Thompson took a deep breath, considering her words carefully. "Marisol, it sounds like you're carrying a lot of pain and worry. It's important to give yourself grace and acknowledge that it's okay to feel this way. Have you been able to find any outlets or support systems to help you cope?"

Marisol shrugged, looking down at her hands. "I have friends, and I play music sometimes, but it doesn't feel like enough. Everything just feels so heavy."

Dr. Thompson nodded. "It's good that you have some outlets, but perhaps we can work on finding additional ways to manage your stress and emotions. Remember, it's okay to seek support from those around you and to take time for self-care. Let's also explore some strategies for setting boundaries and communicating your feelings effectively, both with Eli and Mila."

Marisol looked up, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. "I think I'd like that. I just want to find a way to feel okay again."

Dr. Thompson smiled warmly. "We'll work on it together, Marisol. You're not alone in this, and there is a path forward. Let's take it one step at a time."

Marisol and Mila arrived at Devon's house, their eyes widening as they took in the grandeur of the place. "Shit, she's rich," Marisol gasped, her voice barely a whisper as they walked up the pristine driveway.

Mila nodded in agreement. "She's like super rich. Her parents are millionaires. She's never had a sleepover before," she explained, adjusting her bag.

Marisol raised an eyebrow. "How do you know all this?"

Mila grinned, "We have a class together. We're tight." She rang the doorbell, a playful smile on her face. Marisol's smirk grew, pleased to see her sister making new connections.

The door swung open, revealing Devon's cheerful face. "Yay! You guys made it!" she exclaimed, stepping aside to let them in.

The girls followed Devon downstairs into a spacious, elegantly decorated basement. Johnny was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, a mischievous grin on his face. "Great, you girls are here. Tonight, we're going to get Tory and Sam to let out any lingering feelings they have," he announced, his tone serious but with a glint of excitement.

Mila gave Johnny a skeptical look. "So, this whole sleepover was just for that?" she asked, her eyes rolling slightly.

Johnny shrugged, a nonchalant smile on his face. "Seems like it," Marisol replied, setting her things down and glancing around at the opulent surroundings. The basement was decked out with plush sofas, a large TV, and an array of snacks and drinks.

As the girls settled in, Johnny and Devon exchanged knowing looks. The atmosphere buzzed with a mix of anticipation and curiosity as the group prepared for the evening's activities, each person wondering how the night would unfold.

As Sam and Tory walked downstairs, they glanced around the room, confusion evident on their faces. Johnny, standing proudly at the center of the basement, greeted them with a grin. "Welcome to Miyagi-Do After Dark," he announced with a flourish.

Sam and Tory exchanged uncertain looks. "I don't think you should call it that," Sam said, her voice tinged with doubt.

Johnny raised an eyebrow, considering alternatives. "Miyagi-Do Nights?"

"No," Sam shook her head firmly.

"Dark Nights?" Johnny persisted, still trying to find a fitting name.

Tory, looking around with a skeptical expression, finally asked, "Wait. Is this a slumber party?"

Devon, who was seated on a cushioned chair with Mila painting her nails, looked up and chimed in, "I've never had one before."

Johnny, with an air of satisfaction, explained, "Since you two are friends now, we can have a girls' night. And I brought Marisol and Mila so it's not too awkward."

Tory raised an eyebrow, eyeing Johnny with skepticism. "With you?"

Johnny nodded enthusiastically. "Hell yeah. I'm a girl dad now. I brought cookies and tampons and everything. Come on inside. Grab a sleeping bag. The Mr. T one's mine."

Sam walked over to the couch where Marisol was lounging, her feet propped up on the coffee table. Marisol was engrossed in her phone, giggling at something Eli had sent her. Sam sat down beside her, a hint of jealousy in her voice as she asked, "What are you and Eli talking about?"

Marisol looked up from her phone with a grin. "He's sending me cute memes," she explained, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Sam sighed, her gaze softening despite the tinge of jealousy. "That's nice," she said, trying to hide her mixed feelings as the atmosphere shifted to a more relaxed and casual tone, the group settling into their impromptu sleepover.

Johnny, feeling particularly proud of his party planning, had set up a mixtape he humorously titled "Slumber Party Badass Mix." The first track, "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun," blared through the speakers, filling the room with an upbeat, nostalgic vibe.

Marisol and the other girls were sprawled comfortably on the couch, each with a face mask and slices of cucumber resting on their eyes. The room was dimly lit with fairy lights, adding to the cozy atmosphere.

As the music played, Marisol felt a light tap on her head. She lifted the cucumbers from her eyes and turned to see Tory, who was giving her a teasing smirk. "What was that for?" Marisol whispered, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Tory shot her a playful glare and whispered back, "Why do you flick me?"

Marisol raised an eyebrow and shot a glance at Johnny, who was standing behind the couch with a mischievous grin. He gave her a sarcastic thumbs-up, clearly enjoying the prank. Marisol rolled her eyes in response, but couldn't help but smile at Johnny's antics.

Resuming her relaxed position, Marisol adjusted the cucumbers back onto her eyes, letting out a soft laugh as the night's fun continued.

The room was filled with a mix of excitement and curiosity as the girls, along with Johnny, gathered around the table. The Ouija board was set out in the center, its planchette resting in the middle. The air was charged with anticipation as Devon asked, "Will Mitch ever win the All Valley?"

Everyone leaned in, their eyes fixed on the planchette, waiting for a response. Mila, who was holding a can of soda, took a sip and tried to suppress her giggles. The fizz tickled her throat, making her struggle to contain her laughter. Suddenly, she couldn't hold it in anymore. A burst of soda erupted from her mouth, splattering across the table and hitting Marisol directly in the face.

Marisol's eyes widened in shock as the cold, sticky liquid drenched her. Her initially surprised expression quickly turned to one of anger. "¡Mila, te voy a matar!" she yelled, her voice a mixture of frustration and outrage, as she reached for a napkin to try to wipe off the soda from her clothes.

Mila, realizing the extent of the mess and seeing Marisol's furious reaction, gasped in alarm. Her instinct was to flee, and she scrambled out of her seat, laughing nervously as she made a run for it. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" she called back, her laughter trailing behind her.

Marisol, her face flushed with both anger and embarrassment, grabbed a pillow from the couch. She stormed out of the room with the pillow in hand, her footsteps echoing down the hallway. She was determined to catch her sister and let out her frustration.

Mila sprinted down the hallway, her laughter mixing with her quick breaths as she darted around corners. Marisol, with the pillow flailing behind her, followed close behind. The chase led them through various rooms of the house, their laughter and shouts reverberating through the space.

Johnny and the other girls watched from the table, unable to contain their own laughter. The chaotic chase of the two sisters was a spectacle, and the playful energy of the situation made it hard for anyone to take it seriously. Marisol's and Mila's antics turned what was supposed to be a serene, spooky evening into an uproarious and memorable event.

The room was still buzzing from the chaos of the pillow fight as everyone regrouped around the Ouija board. Marisol and Mila had managed to cool off and returned to their seats, but the mood had shifted to a mix of amusement and curiosity.

Johnny, taking his role as the evening's mischievous ringmaster, leaned in with a grin. "Does Tory want Sam to fall down a flight of stairs, breaking every single bone in her little body?" Johnny asked, his tone dripping with faux seriousness. Marisol shot him a disapproving look and gave his ankle a quick, sharp kick under the table.

"What?" Johnny asked, genuinely surprised.

"Well, let's see what it says," Johnny replied, his fingers forcing the planchette across the board. It moved slowly but steadily, eventually spelling out "Yes."

Marisol sighed, shaking her head in disbelief. "There it is. That's ugly," she remarked, her voice laced with annoyance.

Tory's eyes widened, her face a mix of shock and frustration. "What the hell, Johnny? Why would you even ask that?" Marisol asked with a hint of disbelief.

"If Sam could describe Tory in one word, what would that word be?" Johnny asked next, determined to keep the game going. He moved the planchette with exaggerated motions, much to the dismay of the others.

Mila, unimpressed, raised an eyebrow. "Why are we letting him ask the questions? Isn't this supposed to be a fun girls' night?"

Johnny gave her a defiant look. "Because I'm your Sensei and I'm a girl dad now," he said proudly. Mila rolled her eyes and shot a glance at Marisol, who couldn't help but chuckle at Johnny's antics.

Johnny continued to manipulate the planchette, spelling out "B... I... T..." loudly, his tone hinting at playful provocation.

The result didn't sit well with Sam and Tory. Both of them removed their hands from the board, stood up, and walked away from the table, their faces a mix of hurt and frustration.

"What? It could've said 'bitching,'" Johnny said, trying to downplay the situation with a shrug.

Devon let out a long sigh, running her hands down her face in exasperation. The atmosphere had shifted, and the fun of the evening was overshadowed by Johnny's provocative questions.

Mila rubbed Devon's back in a comforting gesture while Marisol, with a flick of her finger, lightly tapped Johnny on the head. "Seriously, Johnny? You had to push it that far?" she said, her tone a mix of irritation and disbelief.

Sam and Tory sat on the couch, their earlier tension now replaced by giggles as they scrolled through Instagram, enjoying the lighthearted moments of their evening. Devon, Johnny, Marisol, and Mila were at the counter, reflecting on the night's turn of events.

"This night really took a turn for the worse. Literally, there's no drama," Devon commented, her tone a mixture of disappointment and amusement.

Mila shot her a curious glance. "You want drama?" she asked.

Devon shrugged. "Aren't sleepovers supposed to have drama?"

"Have faith, Lee. I know how girls think. It just takes one little spark," Johnny said confidently.

Marisol, who had been distracted by her phone, suddenly noticed a collected call coming through from the county prison. Her heart sank as she realized it was not from her mom, but from Terry Silver. "I'll be back. Eli needs to tell me something," she lied, quickly making her way upstairs. She accepted the call, her anxiety growing.

"You are receiving a collected call from Terry Silver," the automated message announced, causing Marisol's heart to race. "Hello, Marisol Cervantes," Terry's voice came through, sinister and calm.

"What the fuck do you want?" Marisol snapped.

"Just wanted to check up and see how you're doing," Terry replied, his tone unsettling.

"That is the creepiest thing ever, old man. Don't call this number again. Rot in jail, asshole!" Marisol shouted before ending the call abruptly. She took a moment to steady her breathing, trying to shake off the unsettling encounter before heading back downstairs with a forced smile.

When she rejoined the group, Marisol found Johnny, Devon, and Mila still at the counter. "What did I miss?" she asked, trying to regain her composure.

"Johnny pranked Sam and Tory by texting from Robby and Miguel's phones. They found out, so they left," Mila explained.

Marisol's face fell. "Come on, let's go get them. They're not leaving, and we're not going to have them fight," she said with determination, casting Johnny a pointed look.

Outside, Sam and Tory were in the midst of a heated argument. Johnny whispered to Marisol, "It's happening."

Marisol shot him a disapproving glare. After a few minutes of back-and-forth arguing, an unexpected turn of events occurred. Sam and Tory began to cry and, surprisingly, embraced in a heartfelt hug. Mila and Marisol watched in shock.

"I never thought they would actually... be friends," Mila said, her voice filled with disbelief.

"No. Could this night get any worse?" Johnny lamented, his frustration evident.

Marisol gave him a pointed look. "You seriously want them to fight?" she asked in disbelief.

"Come on, Mila. We're going home. Grab our things and meet me in the car," Marisol said, her voice laced with frustration as she walked toward the car.

Mila looked at Johnny apologetically. "Sorry, Sensei. Would've been cool to see them fight one last time though," she said before following Marisol.

As Marisol sat in the car, waiting for Mila, she reflected on the night's events, frustrated but relieved that the drama had unexpectedly resolved itself.

At Miyagi-Do, Marisol and Mila practiced their kata, the rhythmic movements of hitting and blocking each other in sync. Their intense concentration was broken when Eli approached, holding up a tablet with a sense of urgency. "The announcement just came out," Eli said, his excitement palpable.

Marisol and Mila paused their practice and gathered around Eli to watch the video. Eli pressed play, and the screen displayed a formal announcement.

"Congratulations on your admission to the Sekai Taikai," the host, Gunther, began. "We're excited to finally announce the host city for this year's competition. Martial arts has always had a rich history in the East, and the Sekai Taikai has held many tournaments throughout Asia. But in recent years, European teams have shaken up the competitive landscape, bringing a whole new style to the event. Within that region, there's one nation that has continued to stand tall amongst the pack for its growth and dominance in both junior and senior competitions. It gives me great pleasure to announce this year's Sekai Taikai will be held in Barcelona, Spain."

The announcement left everyone in awe. Gasps filled the room as they absorbed the news. Marisol and Mila exchanged a high-five, their excitement evident in their chuckles. The video continued.

"As you prepare for your journey, we'll also present the rules of registration. We intend to test your dojo's quality, not quantity, and each dojo must select seven fighters to compete," Gunther explained.

Mila's smile faded as she looked at Marisol, who furrowed her brows in concern. "Wait, seven?" Mila asked.

"Yes, seven fighters," Gunther confirmed. "These seven fighters will participate in team events, with one boy and one girl serving as captains to enter into individual competitions, which will be televised around the world. We wish a hearty bona sort to all competitors, and we look forward to seeing you in Barcelona."

The video ended, and the room was filled with a mixture of excitement and concern. Marisol and Eli shared a concerned glance.

"Babe..." Marisol began, her voice trailing off.

Eli sighed and wrapped an arm around Marisol, providing comfort. "What does this mean?" Mila asked, stepping forward with a worried expression.

"It means we don't all get to go," Miguel said, breaking the news gently.

Marisol and Eli exchanged another worried look, understanding the gravity of the situation. The realization that not everyone from their dojo would be able to participate weighed heavily on them.

ASH SPEAKS!

soo.... seven fighters... in the show its six but i changed it... but this means this will be marisol or mila going... who do you guys think i will have go to the sekai takai? mila or marisol?

also super long chapter!!! hope you guys enjoyed :)