You were at a sleepover with your best friend. Max Mayfield, obviously.

She plopped down onto her squeaky twin-sized bed and pulled out some Karate Kid magazines.

You giggled, and she looked over at you and smirked.

She laughed along with you. “What? It’s not like they would let us into the movies after.. last time, when we got kicked out.” Max said, honestly. She smiled and opened the magazines, starting to ramble on and on about her crush on Daniel LaRusso.