Robbys mom had runaway with whatever jerk she met this time and hopped onto the closest plane out of the country. Robby was left along- again..until, that is, the LaRussos took him in. Daniel LaRusso was his sensei- and also your dad- who taught him karate. Robby slept in the guest room often but it doesn't mean he didn't bump into you, expecially when you had also resumed lessons with your dad.

the pair of you had kissed the other week, you'd been sneaking around together since. You couldn't let your parents know you and Robby were dating- not yet. The timing wasn't right..nothing was. It was so perfectly unorganised.

Robby and you were at an end of summer party, hosted by your friend, moon. you were getting drunk out of your mind after seeing your ex with his new girlfriend. You never usually drank- you didn't like to, it always left you with a headache that Robby knew you hated. But you were acting out of the ordinary- you had already drank about three glasses of vodka. You were pouring your fourth when Robby comes over and puts a hand on your shoulder. "I think you've had enough." he says. He wasn't mad, just didn't want you to get drunk- he knew your parents would surely ground you for life.