"Oh, hell." Jody looked over, her own joint in her mouth, seeing Bryce walk into their apartment with a limb girl in his arms. "Did you run someone over?"

"No." Bryce kicked the door shut. "She just needs a place to sleep it off."

"Looks expensive." Jody blew smoke to the side as she stood up. Her hair was a mess, eyeliner heavy and smudged under her eyes, but still a pretty woman. Bryce always loved his mom more then he ever loved his dad. Sure, she was a mess, could never hold a job, smoked a lot, drinks her days away, but she loved him a lot, and no matter how drunk or high she was, she always fell through when he needed her. "You have fun at the party?"

"Sure, until the cops showed up." he said, looking down as Sam groaned slightly, falling in and out of sleep. "Wanna grab her a wet rag?"

"You got it." Jody gave a salute, inhaling from her joint again as she headed for the kitchen. The apartments weren't very big, not that they really needed the space, and it came in handy as Bryce walked into his room. He laid Sam down on his bed as she opened her eyes.

"How you feeling, kid?" he placed a hand to her forehead. "You tired?"

Sam nodded, Bryce walked toward his closet. "Don't go to sleep yet. You gotta eat something first because I don't want you puking in my bed."

"This is your house?" she slurred, clearly not fully awake where he brought her in.

"Sometimes." Bryce nodded his head, handing her a tee shirt. "Come here, i'll show you were the bathroom is. You can't miss it. But, in your state, you might."

Sam slowly stood up, following Bryce just outside his room, being met with a small, yet clean, bathroom. "All for you, lady."

Sam patted his arm as she walked in, stumbling slightly, but catching herself. Shutting the door, Bryce walked to the kitchen to meet Jody. "That girl is a hand full."

"Have I met this one before?" she gave an odd look, handing him the rag and a bottle of ibuprofen.

"No, no, she's a LaRusso." Bryce rose an eyebrow.

Jody nodded with an impressive look. "Woah, son, good for you."

"Yeah, well, she's probably gonna puke in my bed." Bryce joked, checking down the hallway. "I gotta feed her, that monster."

"Your little shit head brother at that party?" Jody hummed, swaying slightly as a song played in her head.

"Oh, yeah." Bryce got Sam a s'mores pop tart and a honey bun, still having Moons smoothie. "What'd you do while I was gone?"

"Tried to win us a free vacation on the commercials but didn't get it." she rolled her eyes. "Assholes."

"Assholes." Bryce agreed, making sure he had everything, grabbing a water bottle just in case. "You'll get em next time."

"Aw, my sweet boy." she pinched his cheeks. "Why do you have no shirt?"

"Spilt beer on it." Bryce pointed out, grabbing another wash cloth and a bowl. "All right, I gotta go take care of Hell On Wheels in there."

"Oh, good luck." she waved him off, walking back to the living room with her joint as Bryce headed down the hallway. He whipped any dried beer off his chest, changing into more comfortable clothes.

Sam walked in, the tee shirt longer on her. Bryce liked her hair up the way she had it, in a bun on top of her head with a few curls falling in her face. She seemed like the hang over was already hitting her. He had to laugh slightly. "Come in, i'll cure you."

Sam walked in, placing her clothes at the door as she got into his bed again. It smelt like how his car did, cologne and green apples. She saw the green apples shampoo in the bathroom, and assumed that's why he smelt that way. "My head is pounding."

"Mhm. First time is always the worst." he handed her the ibuprofen, the water bottle to go with it as Sam did it on her own. "Eat your carbs and sip at your banana smoothie. If you wanna puke-"

He held up the bowl. "-right here next to the bed. Because, no matter how many times I wash it, i'm not gonna be able to deal with the fact that someone has thrown up in my bed."

Sam almost smiled as she popped the honey bun open. "You seem like you do this a lot. Get a lot of girls drunk?"

"No way." Bryce sat down, laying the wet rag on her leg when she needed it. "I'm not as bad of a person as you think I am."

Sam shook her head, swallowing. "I don't think you're as bad of a person as I pretend you are."

"Mm, I probably deserve it." Bryce shook his head, leaning back on his hands with a half smirk. "I mean, I did kinda make you do my homework for a few years."

Sam laughed slightly with a mouth full. "And pulled my hair when you sit behind me."

"I just liked the curls." he defended himself, nodding toward the few that fell around her face. "They're nice. Like, you take care of them."

"Special shampoos." Sam agreed, rubbing her eyes as her makeup smeared. "And no brushes."

Bryce nodded to the pop tart. "Eat your food."

"S'mores are the gross kind." she shook her head, nose scrunching in disgust.

"What?" he looked in disbelief. "Those are fantastic."

"The brown sugar ones are better." she popped some of the honey bun into her mouth. "I don't think I should ever drink again."

"You just gotta have rest stops in between." Bryce leaned on his side, probed up on one hand. "With the heavy stuff. You pause for a while, then you drink again, it doesn't hit you so hard."

Sam rubbed her other eye, smearing her makeup again. "I won that game."

"I know." he cracked a grin, nodding his head. "Last year there was this party. And I went, and I lost at flip cup."

"You lost at flip cup?" Sam looked in minor disbelief.

"No patience." he eased her confusion. "And they made me, because I lost, jump in the pool. Well, it was the beginning of January, so it was freezing, and I didn't wanna do that. So, the guy I lost against challenged me to do what you did, on the chairs. And if I won, I wouldn't have to do anything, but if I lost, I had to stay in the pool for a full ten minutes."

Sam urged him on. "So, you won?"

"Oh, god, no." Bryce laughed in return, shaking his head. "I got extremely sick and couldn't feel my legs for a solid thirty minutes. It was great, a core memory."

Sam cracked a smile, shaking her head with an exhale. "So, what your saying is that i'm better then you?"

"Hundred percent." he hummed, pulling a thread off his bed sheets. "But, next party we go to, we're gonna be on separate teams for beer pong."

"Don't hold your breath, it might be a while till I go back to another party." Sam smiled slightly, shaking her head. "Wait, don't you and Eli live together?"

"Nah, he lives with our dad and his mom, I live with my mom." Bryce said back with a shake of his head.

"I didn't know you had different moms." the LaRusso girl admitted, trying to get the banana smoothie down before falling asleep.

"Please, his weird mom and I could never be related." Bryce joked, making Sam smile slightly. "It's hard to believe him and Demetri aren't friends anymore. I mean, I always thought they-"

But, he stoped, because it wasn't his place to say it.

"It's Cobra Kai." Sam rolled her eyes slightly. "It can brainwash you."

Bryce exhaled. "Yeah, but, the way he acts is partly my fault."

Sam looked in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"He looks up to me, you know? I mean, you're suppose to look up to your siblings." he explained, almost guilty like. "And he saw me being an asshole, all my negativity, and that's what he turned into now."

Sam scanned his face over. "So, that's really why you want to be in Miyagi-Do? For him?"

Bryce nodded his head. Sam rolled her eyes. "You should do something for yourself."

"I am." he defended himself quickly. "I just mean, seeing him that way, it was like a wake up call."

Sam dropped her hands on her knees. "I sometimes wish my brother and I had a better relationship."

"Why don't you?" he hummed, tying the loose thread from his bed around Sams pinkie.

She watched him for a second. "I don't know. He's just so annoying."

Bryce laughed, nodding. "Most younger siblings are."

"And he just rubs everything in my face." she went on with a huff, glancing at the little bow Bryce had tied around her pinkie. "Its like he wants me to be miserable or something."

"Do your parents just let him?" he hummed, Sam nodded. "Eli and I had a better relationship because, yeah we're close in age, but also because if either of us wanted to aggravate the other, our dad would actually say something. I see a lot of siblings be shitty or unfair to each other and their parents not doing anything about it is why it continues."

"You really think so?" Sam asked curiously.

"Yeah, I do." he hummed, giving her a little grin as Sam blinked slowly. "All right, lady. You gotta sleep this off before you start talking about the meaning of life or how the oceans flow."

Sam sighed, falling back on the pillows as she passed him the half empty smoothie. Bryce placed it on the side of the bed, making sure the bowl was close enough to her. He leaned over, yanking on her body to make her lay on her side. "Stay on your side, never on your back."

Sam hummed, opening her eyes when the wet rag was placed on her head. "Thanks for bringing me here."

"Yeah." he hummed, looking down at her again. "Okay, the apartments not that big, so if you need me, i'll hear you from the living room."

Sam wanted to say something else, but her eyes were getting heavy, and she'd fallen asleep. Bryce turned the light off, the sage green lava lamp in the corner giving her enough light. He headed back down the hallway, crawling on the couch with his mom. "She good?"

"She'll be fine." Bryce hummed, dropping his head in his moms lap with a tired sigh. "She'll probably wake up with a headache."

Jody rubbed his head, pushing some of his hair out of his face. Bryce shut his eyes, getting tired himself. "My sweet boy."

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kylie speaks

so are we going with
bryrusso or laruskawitz