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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 —

A rare stillness enveloped the Cervantes house. George's absence echoed his attempt to attend an AA meeting, an endeavor cut short by overwhelming stress—a detail unknown to the girls. Marisol, engrossed in a TV show, was interrupted as Mila descended the stairs. "Hey, Mils. Wanna go to the mall with Sam, Dem, and Robby later?" Marisol casually proposed, the mundane suggestion contrasting with the unspoken tensions that lingered beneath the surface of their seemingly quiet home.

A wide grin spread across Mila's face. "Really?" she exclaimed, glancing over at Marisol, who responded with an affirming nod and a smile. "Yay! Okay!" Mila squealed, her excitement bubbling over as she jumped up and down, treating them both to a spontaneous happy dance.

"Wanna play Roblox?" Marisol suggested, and Mila's nod was swift and enthusiastic. She settled down beside Marisol, her giant grin reflecting the joy of shared moments and the anticipation of playing the game together.

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Marisol and Mila found themselves at court tables, flanked by Sam and Robby. In a moment of camaraderie, Mila couldn't resist poking fun at Robby's driver's license photo. "Not the man bun! Why a man bun?" she exclaimed, scrunching her nose in playful mockery. Laughter erupted from Robby, creating a light-hearted atmosphere amidst the courtroom tension.

"Told you it was a horrible picture, Mils," he shrugged. Mila theatrically exclaimed, "I can't take it! The bun!" She proceeded to pretend to faint, adding a funny sound to the act, which sparked laughter from Sam, Robby, and Marisol.

"You know, if we knew we were step-cousins when you took this, I would've warned you that this is bad, and I would make you get a haircut - which I think you still need one," Mila teased, her banter met with a playful eye roll from Robby along with a good-natured grin. "Maybe one day," he responded, keeping the light-hearted exchange going.

Marisol and Sam leaned in over Mila's shoulder, their eyes widening in tandem when she gasped. "Your name is Robert Swayze Keene?" they exclaimed simultaneously. He chuckled in response, offering an explanation, "My mom was a huge fan of Patrick Swayze. He was an actor in the 80s." The revelation sparked a moment of shared amusement and curiosity among the trio.

Sam let out a lighthearted laugh, her voice filled with amusement. "Oh, you won't believe it! I must have watched Dirty Dancing a gazillion times," she exclaimed, exaggerating for effect. "It was my mom's all-time favorite movie, so she practically forced me to watch it with her whenever it was on TV," Sam explained, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. Marisol's eyes widened in surprise as she looked at Sam, her curiosity piqued. "For real? Your mom made you watch it? That's hilarious!" she exclaimed, unable to contain her amusement.

He nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Alright, I'll admit it," he said, his voice tinged with a touch of embarrassment. "Maybe I actually enjoyed it," he confessed, his eyes meeting Mila's as she erupted into a fit of giggles. Her laughter was contagious, and he couldn't help but join in, his hand reaching out to ruffle her hair affectionately. "Well, if that's the case, I'm officially dubbing you Swayze from now on," she declared, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Demetri, never one to miss an opportunity for a witty remark, slammed his chicken down on the table for added effect. "Personally, I'm more partial to his performance in Donnie Darko," he commented, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Mila gasped dramatically, her eyes widening in mock horror. "Stranger danger!" she exclaimed, teasingly pointing a finger at Demetri. The playful banter and laughter filled the air, creating a lively and enjoyable atmosphere among the friends.

Marisol's eyes widened in surprise as she looked at Mila, her expression a mix of amusement and disbelief. "Mila, come on, that's Demetri," she said, her voice laced with a hint of laughter. Mila squinted her eyes, studying Demetri for a moment before turning back to Marisol, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Wait a minute, isn't Demetri the hot guy you used to date before he turned into a meanie?" she asked, her tone filled with playful skepticism.

"Because honestly, this guy right here... well, let's just say he's not exactly winning any beauty pageants," she added, her words dripping with playful teasing. Demetri, not one to back down from a challenge, shot Mila a mock offended look before retorting, "Hey now, beauty is in the eye of the beholder!" The playful banter continued, filling the air with laughter and lightheartedness as the friends enjoyed their time together.

Marisol playfully smacked Mila's arm, her voice filled with mock admonishment. "Mila!" she scolded, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Mila grinned mischievously, knowing she had pushed Marisol's buttons. "Oh, come on, it's fine! That was Eli. He used to be Marisol's boyfriend and my best friend," she explained, her tone light and breezy.

As the realization dawned on Demetri, he exclaimed, "Wait a minute. Is today Wednesday?" Mila nodded, a knowing smile on her face. "Yesss," she confirmed. Demetri's eyes lit up with excitement as he jumped to his feet. "The new issue of Dungeon Lord just came out! Um, do you guys want anything from the comic book store?" he asked, his enthusiasm contagious.

Mila couldn't contain her excitement. "Yes! I definitely want to go. Can I please go with him, Mars?" she pleaded, giving Marisol her best puppy-dog eyes. Marisol sighed, unable to resist Mila's charm. "Sure, I guess," she relented, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The two friends dashed off, leaving Marisol giggling at their antics.

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Marisol eagerly stepped outside, the cool breeze brushing against her skin as she anxiously awaited Moon's arrival. And just as Moon made her entrance, a breathless Mila came sprinting towards them, her face flushed with exertion. "Hey—" she managed to gasp out between breaths, her voice filled with a sense of urgency.

"MARS! Eli! Sam! Robby! Demetri! They're fighting!" Mila exclaimed, her words tumbling out in a rush, her chest heaving as she leaned forward, desperately trying to catch her breath. Marisol and Moon exchanged wide-eyed glances, their hearts pounding with a mix of surprise and concern. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on them as they prepared themselves for what awaited them.

Moon's nod directed her forward, and Marisol swiftly retraced her steps. As she re-entered the scene, Eli hung in the air, preparing to unleash a powerful punch on Robby, who was unsuspecting. However, Eli's strategy shifted as he executed a deft spin kick, sending Robby sprawling to the ground.

Marisol gasped involuntarily, her immediate instinct propelling her towards the unfolding drama. Once by Robby's side, she administered a gentle slap to his face, urging him to regain composure. Her hands shook his shoulders, desperately attempting to pull him back from the disarray.

A nervous bite of her bottom lip accompanied her survey of the surroundings. First, a glance back at Moon and Mila, then a deliberate study of Robby, Sam, and Demetri. However, it was the distinct expression on Sam's face that held Marisol's focus, triggering a heightened sense of concern and anticipation.

She glanced down at Eli, her anger still burning in her eyes. Without hesitation, she delivered a powerful slap across his face, causing him to jolt upright. In that split second, before he could react, he recognized Marisol's face and his expression softened. As Marisol stood up, she extended her hand towards him, a gesture of reconciliation. He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took her hand, feeling a warm, fuzzy sensation in his stomach. "Thanks," he murmured, his voice trailing off. Marisol nodded in response, her gaze shifting towards Sam. "We need to talk. Now," she declared firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Sam and Marisol walked into the bathroom together, their footsteps echoing against the tiled floor. Marisol's face contorted into a scolding look as she fixed her gaze on Sam. "What the fuck happened?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and concern.

Sam's shoulders slumped as he let out a heavy sigh, his voice tinged with disappointment. "Hawk was gonna beat Demetri up for putting a yelp review about Cobra Kai," he explained, his words carrying the weight of the situation. The tension in the air was palpable as they both grappled with the consequences of their actions.

Marisol's eyebrows shot up in surprise, her eyes widening. "Uh, I kinda get why Eli's angry. I mean, he dissed Cobra Kai. Demetri was Eli's best friend, so it's natural for him to be mad," she explained, her voice filled with understanding. "The whole fighting thing might not have been the best idea, but I can see why he's upset."

Sam's eyes rolled dramatically, a clear display of her frustration. "Seriously, why are you defending him? After everything he's put you through? I mean, come on! I saw the way you looked at him when you found him lying on the ground," she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mixture of disbelief and concern.

Marisol let out an exasperated huff, her expression filled with disbelief. "I was just checking if he was okay! It doesn't mean anything," she retorted, her voice tinged with defensiveness. Sam raised an eyebrow, a skeptical look on her face. "Yeah, right. And you hang out with Moon even though it's obvious she has feelings for you," Sam remarked, her tone laced with a hint of teasing.

Marisol's head shook vehemently, her eyes filled with defiance. "Like, seriously, why does it even matter if Moon likes me? It's not gonna ruin what we have," she yelled, her voice laced with determination. Sam folded her arms, her face displaying disapproval. "Whatever," she muttered, her tone conveying skepticism and a hint of frustration.

Marisol nervously bit her cheek, her voice filled with hesitation. "Sam, do you love me?" she asked, her words tinged with vulnerability. Sam's mouth gaped open, her expression one of surprise. "I... I don't know," she stammered, her voice reflecting uncertainty.

She clenched her jaw, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and sadness. "I don't know if we can be together. I love you, but it feels like you don't feel the same way. I thought we could work things out and give our relationship another chance, but lately, you haven't been opening up to me," she expressed, her words carrying a sense of uncertainty and longing.

Sam eyes widened. "I-I-"

Marisol's heart ached as she shook her head, her eyes welling up with tears. With a heavy sigh, she nodded sadly, her voice trembling. She mustered the courage to take a step forward, her lips softly meeting Sam's in a bittersweet kiss. But as their lips touched, Marisol couldn't feel the familiar spark that once ignited their love. Pulling away, she took a step back, her whole body trembling with the weight of her decision. Tears streamed down her face as she shook her head again, her voice barely a whisper. "Goodbye, Sam," she choked out, her words filled with a mix of sorrow, longing, and the painful acceptance of what had to be done.

Sam's heart pounded in her chest as she stood frozen, her eyes fixated on Marisol's retreating figure. A mix of confusion and concern washed over her as she watched Moon approach Marisol, sensing the pain etched on her face. "Oh no..." Sam whispered, her voice filled with worry and empathy. Marisol, struggling to hold back tears, found solace in Moon's comforting side hug, the two of them stepping outside together.

As they walked, Marisol's voice trembled with a mix of determination and vulnerability. "Before we head to my house, let's go to Cobra Kai. I need to confront Eli and end things. I can't be with someone who bullies others," she declared, her words carrying a weight of conviction and a desire for a better future. Sam nodded in understanding, her heart aching for her friend's pain, yet admiring her strength to stand up for what she believed in.

Marisol met Moon's gaze, her eyes filled with a mix of determination and concern. She couldn't bring herself to say the same words she had said to Sam, fearing that she might lose Moon too on the same day. In the backseat of the car, Mila sat silently, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the window. Marisol glanced back at Mila, noticing the sadness in her eyes, and then turned her attention to Moon. Taking a deep breath, she finally spoke, her voice filled with a hint of vulnerability. "Alright," she said softly, acknowledging Moon's suggestion.

Marisol and Mila were in the car, witnessing the intense moment as Moon confronted Hawk. Marisol couldn't tear her eyes away from Hawk's face, which was filled with an overwhelming sense of guilt and sadness. It was clear to her that he deeply regretted his actions. As Moon opened the car door and drove away, Marisol caught Hawk's gaze, their eyes meeting briefly. And as they drove off, Marisol couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt herself, still harboring feelings for Eli. She sank down in the backseat of Moon's car, grappling with her conflicting emotions.

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ash speaks!

i'm sorry for the lack of updates. i've just been sorta depressed. but i hope you enjoy this short chapter!

if you'd like to see milas pov of this chapter let me know !!

what should the shipnames be for marisol & hawk, marisol & sam , marisol and moon?