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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗 —

Seventh grade Marisol was sitting in her science class, nervously bouncing her leg when her name suddenly echoed through the intercom, instructing her to go to the office. Worry crept into Marisol's mind as she made her way to the office, only to find her mom and dad waiting there. "Mom? Dad?" she exclaimed, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

"Sol, I'm sorry..." her mom choked out, tears streaming down her face. Marisol furrowed her eyebrows, glancing at her dad for answers. "Sweetie, Sophie... she's gone," her dad said, his voice trembling with sorrow. Marisol's heart skipped a beat, her heart dropping in disbelief. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she couldn't hold them back any longer. "Wh-what!? How?" she cried out, her voice filled with anguish. George pursed his lips, his gaze heavy with sadness. "She took her own life."

As Marisol's tears streamed down her face, George pulled her close, wrapping his arms tightly around her trembling form. In the midst of her sorrow, Marisol glanced over George's shoulder, her gaze catching a brief, ethereal glimpse of Sophie. It was as if her presence lingered in the air, a bittersweet reminder of the love they had shared. The sight stirred a mix of emotions within Marisol, intensifying her grief and leaving an indelible mark on her heart.

Marisol jolted awake, gasping for breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She sat up in bed, drenched in a cold sweat. Needing to calm her racing thoughts, she decided to head downstairs for a late-night snack. Grabbing a bag of chips and a soda, she made her way back to her room, her faithful companion Belly trailing behind. With a sigh, Marisol reached for her incense holder, carefully lighting an incense to fill the room with its soothing aroma.

Marisol rolled onto her side, mindlessly scrolling through her Instagram feed until her eyes landed on a picture of Miguel and Sam together. In an instant, her heart sank, causing her to sit up abruptly. "Oh my god?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with shock and disbelief. Belly, sensing her distress, looked up at her with a concerned expression. Marisol's eyes darted to the caption beneath the photo, which read: "First 'not' date... we totally did not kiss... glad to have him as a boyfriend :)"

Marisol's frustration grew, her jaw clenching tightly. With an eye roll, she swiftly grabbed her backpack and made her way to the window. Opening it, she skillfully maneuvered through, carefully stepping onto the side roof before finally jumping down. It wasn't a significant height, but she needed to walk, to clear her mind. As she ventured into the unknown, her destination uncertain, Marisol walked for about five minutes, passing by LaRusso Auto. Suddenly, her ears caught the sound of raised voices and the unmistakable sounds of a scuffle.

Marisol's eyebrows furrowed in concern as she made her way towards the commotion, determined to intervene. With a frown on her face, she approached the scene to find a kid being mercilessly beaten. "Hey! Leave him alone!" she shouted, her voice filled with righteous anger. Without hesitation, she rushed over and used every ounce of her strength to pull the attackers off of him. One of the guys, filled with disbelief, yelled, "Who the hell are you?!" Marisol's attention turned to another guy in the group, noticing his spikey bracelet. He had a Latin look, but his demeanor seemed foolish.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing to him? It's not fair for two of you to gang up on him!" Marisol shouted back, her voice filled with righteous indignation. She pointed directly at the guy with the unique hairstyle, referring to it as "Dora hair." The Latin guy exchanged a glance with his companion, receiving a nod of approval. Without warning, he lunged forward and scratched Marisol's arm with his spikey bracelet.

A cry escaped her lips as she clutched her injured arm, but she didn't let the pain stop her. Summoning her strength, she retaliated with a powerful sucker punch to the Latin guy's stomach. He doubled over, clutching his abdomen and eventually succumbing to the urge to vomit. Marisol panted, still holding her arm in pain, but relieved to have defended herself and the kid in need.

The guy with the Dora hair pushed the Latin guy. "C'mon, dude! We gotta bounce," the light-skinned guy said, urging his companion to leave. The Latin guy let out a sigh and hurriedly followed him. Meanwhile, the guy with the Dora hair rushed over to Marisol, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Hey, are you alright? Should I call 911?" he asked, concern evident in his voice. Marisol groaned in pain and nodded, looking at him as if he was crazy for even asking.

He nodded, quickly pulling out his phone from his pocket and dialing 911. Marisol leaned against the nearest wall, still holding her injured arm in pain. "You owe me one," she said with a hint of sarcasm, raising her eyebrows at him. He looked at her with surprise, his mouth slightly agape. "What?" he replied, clearly taken aback. Rolling her eyes, Marisol couldn't help but comment, "You're welcome for saving your ass!" Another groan escaped her as she winced in pain. He stammered, "Oh yeah, uh, thanks..." She gave him a skeptical look, questioning his sincerity. "The ambulance should be here in about ten minutes," he added, trying to be helpful.

Marisol squinted her eyes at him, a sense of familiarity tugging at her. "You seem oddly familiar... What's your name?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. Marisol quickly reassured him, "Dude, don't worry. I won't rat you out if you were... you know, doing something sketchy." She mumbled the last part, trying to put him at ease. He chuckled softly, appreciating her understanding. "Nah, I wasn't... My name's Robby," he finally revealed, relieved to share his identity.

Marisol let out a thoughtful hum. "Wait a minute... Does your mom have a half sister?" she asked, her curiosity getting the best of her. Robby furrowed his eyebrows, a hint of confusion on his face. "Yeah, actually..." he trailed off, unsure of where she was going with this. Marisol clicked her tongue, a mischievous grin forming on her face. "Well, guess what? She's my stepmom! So technically, you're my cousin in a weird way," she said, bursting into laughter.

Robby's eyes widened in surprise as they locked eyes. "Oh!" was all he managed to say, clearly taken aback by the revelation. Marisol laughed awkwardly, realizing she might have made things a bit uncomfortable. "Oops, I think I just made this awkward, didn't I?" she admitted, trying to lighten the mood.

He waved her off, dismissing any concerns. "Nah, it's all good. I haven't seen my aunt in ages, probably since I was like ten. How's she doing?" he asked, genuinely curious. Marisol chuckled, raising an eyebrow playfully. "Well, let me tell you, she's an awesome stepmom. She's actually a lawyer now, and she married my dad. Crazy, right?" she shared, emphasizing the unexpected turn of events.

He grinned, expressing his delight. "That's awesome! I really hope I get the chance to see her again," he said, his excitement evident. Marisol gave him a knowing look, ready to reveal something. "Well, guess what? You're actually going to see her today. She's at the hospital," she assured him, her tone filled with anticipation. He looked at her, a mix of surprise and uncertainty on his face. "Are you sure you want me to come?" he asked, seeking reassurance.

"Absolutely!" she exclaimed with a wide grin, her excitement palpable in her voice. As they stood there, eagerly waiting, the sound of sirens grew louder and louder. And then, like a flash of lightning, the ambulance came zooming into the parking lot, its red and blue lights flashing brightly. Robby and Marisol locked eyes, their expressions mirroring a mix of surprise and anticipation. In that brief moment, they shared an unspoken understanding, wondering what awaited them as the ambulance doors swung open.

—

When George and Natasha received the urgent call that Marisol was in the hospital getting stitches, they immediately sprang into action. They hurriedly woke up Mila, and without wasting a second, they raced to the hospital. Bursting through the doors of the hospital room, George's heart raced with worry. "Oh my god, Marisol!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of relief and concern. He gently held her face, his eyes scanning for any signs of bruises or injuries. Marisol couldn't help but chuckle at her dad's reaction. "Dadddd! It's just my arm," she reassured him, her tone laced with affection and a touch of amusement.

He nodded, sighing softly as he quickly glanced at Robby. "Wait, who's that?" he asked, pointing towards Robby. Natasha gasped, her eyes widening in shock as she rushed over to him. "Robby???" she exclaimed, her voice filled with disbelief. Robby grinned, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. "Hey Aunt Tash," he greeted casually. Natasha couldn't contain her surprise. "Oh my god, you look so different... I can't believe your mom never told me about you. I would have taken care of you if I had known she left you on the street," she said, her voice tinged with a mix of shock and regret.

Marisol's mouth fell open in shock. "Wait, wait, wait. This is your nephew? Johnny Lawrence's son?" George asked his wife, causing Marisol to turn her gaze towards Robby. "You're Johnny Lawrence's son?!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and excitement.

"Mila, that's quite the plot twist," Mila said with a mischievous grin, earning a sharp glare from Marisol. "Come on, read the room," Marisol retorted, slightly annoyed. Mila playfully stuck her tongue out at her sister, but George quickly intervened. "Mila Saralee Cervantes, don't stick your tongue out at your sister!" he scolded, giving her a stern look.

Mila let out a groan. "I'm gonna grab a snack from a vending machine!" she sassily remarked, directing her comment at him. "Mila Saralee! Get back here!" he yelled, chasing after her. Natasha let out a sigh. "Alright, spill the beans, you two!" she exclaimed with a grin, while Robby chuckled. "I was getting beaten up because I didn't want to work with Trey and Cruz anymore. Mila overheard and came to my rescue. Cruz used a spikey bracelet on her, got her pretty good," he explained.

Natasha glanced at Marisol, seeking confirmation. "He's right. I totally sucker-punched that jerk," she said, smirking, which caused Natasha and Robby to burst into laughter. "Hey Rob, where are you crashing these days? I know your mom isn't exactly the responsible type," she said, raising an eyebrow. Robby shrugged his shoulders, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "I bounce around. My mom took off again," he replied.

Natasha released a heavy sigh, her head shaking slowly. "You know, she wasn't always like that. It all started when she got pregnant with you and entered into that relationship with your dad. Unfortunately, Johnny influenced her into some really troubling situations, and things took a turn for the worse," she explained with a sense of regret.

Marisol couldn't help but frown as she saw the tension building up in Robby's body. Just as the atmosphere was getting heavy, George walked back into the room, cradling Mila in his arms. She was kicking and screaming, clearly in the midst of a full-blown tantrum. Marisol, exasperated, rolled her eyes and exclaimed, "Oh my god, Mila! You're ten years old, for crying out loud! It's time to stop with the tantrums." She hoped her words would bring some sense to the situation and calm everyone down.

Mila let out a grunt and forcefully wriggled out of her dad's arms. "I wanted my cookie!" she screamed, crossing her arms and pouting as she settled herself onto a nearby chair, grumbling. George let out a sigh of frustration. "So, does Eli know what happened?" he asked, placing his hands on his hips. Marisol looked down and shook her head. "Who's Eli?" Robby asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

Natasha leaned in, her words carrying the weight of a revelation. "Her boyfriend," she disclosed, prompting a somber sigh from Marisol. With a nonchalant shrug, Marisol added, "Hawk doesn't know." In response, Robby, Natasha, and George exchanged puzzled looks. Natasha, seeking clarification, questioned, "Who is Hawk?"

"Eli is Hawk. He goes by that now. He had this whole personality change! He acts like a total jerk and hes always so cocky. I was happy for him at first. I loved he finally gained confidence, but.. he got way too cocky! I mean, he like totally controls everything I do." she rambled, noting the exchanged glance between Robby and Natasha, who absorbed the weight of her revelation.

Robby's eyes widened with a mix of confusion and worry. "Wait, what do you mean by 'controls everything?'" The recent revelation of her being his step-cousin didn't dampen the concern that swelled within him; if anything, it intensified.

"He constantly inundates me with messages," she explained, a hint of vulnerability in her voice. "And if I don't respond, he gets mad." George, observing the conversation, clenched his jaw in a tight, frustrated grip, sensing the mounting tension. "I want to confront this Hawk guy," Robby asserted, his protective instincts kicking in. "Who does he think he is, manipulating your life like this? I need to understand what's going on."

Marisol sighed, her gaze drifting to her lap. "I swear, Eli would never act like this. It's like dealing with a completely different person," she lamented, a frown creasing her face. Natasha, offering comfort, gently rubbed Marisol's back. "It's okay, Mars. We'll work through this together."

we'll figure this out echoed in her head.

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ash speaks!

okay soo we found out robby is her step-cousin?? how cool is that!! we love a protective cousin <33

also scarlett escteves plays younger marisol !! there will be more flashbacks of sophie and marisol soon! this is just the beginning :)