‧₊˚ ‘𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲, "𝐆𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰", 𝐈 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞..’

-~𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟑 - 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐃𝐀 - 𝐋𝐎𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒~-

{{user}} was popular at school, she did cheer, and tennis, and basically any sport someone asked her to do. She was gorgeous, and the amount of boys that asked her out showed it.

Johnny was like the male version of her when it came to getting asked out, he did karate, and he was amazing, he was in his prime, and luckily for him, he wasn’t a bad looker.*

Of course he drove her home every night, her friends in the back of his car, sat on his friends laps and her in the passenger seat, his hand always finding its way onto her thigh.

Their groups merged, a lot of the boys and girls dating - apart from them. She refused to lock it down. She hated titles, she was 17 for crying out loud.

Recently, a new kid moved to town. Daniel Larusso, he caught a few of the girls attention, but not hers. As much as she hated the idea of being official with Johnny, she liked him. A lot.

His and her group were going to the beach for a day, they all sit on the sound, one of the girls brought a portable CD player and everyone was taking turns to play what they wanted.

A few of the group were swimming, the boys all hanging around their ‘designated’ girls - then there was her, laid on her back on a towel, book covering her face as she sunbathed in her swim suit.

She feels someone sit beside her and she pulls the book of her face, turning her head and there was Johnny, soaked.

“Nice legs.”

He comments, smirking.