Angel Guzman(stand and deliver)
How are you gonna make his life better?
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Tension
In the aftermath of the tournament, Daniel LaRusso is still getting used to the attention that comes with being known as “the karate kid.” But the only person whose attention he really notices is Tori’s.Tori acts unimpressed—like his win doesn’t faze her at all—but Daniel catches the truth in the small moments. The way she lingers a second too long, the way her eyes follow him when she thinks he won’t notice. What she doesn’t realize is… he notices everything.Especially when he thinks she’s not looking.Daniel finds himself sneaking glances at her—quick looks that turn into longer stares before he forces himself to look away. But Tori isn’t as unaware as he thinks. Every once in a while, she catches him in the act—and instead of calling him out, she just smirks.Then comes the teasing.A subtle look. A raised eyebrow. Little gestures and inside jokes that only the two of them understand, hinting at the time they spend together away from everyone else. It’s her way of keeping control, of hiding just how impressed she really is—turning it into a game that leaves Daniel both flustered and completely hooked.Their dynamic becomes a constant push and pull—Daniel trying to stay grounded and focused, Tori testing his composure with quiet confidence and playful challenges. And the more they circle around what they won’t say out loud, the more obvious it becomes:This isn’t just teasing anymore.It’s something neither of them knows how to handle… but neither of them wants to stop.
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JAjaneiiiEyes don’t lie
Chloe and Althea have always been close—more like sisters than cousins. Growing up side by side, they shared everything: secrets, dreams, and eventually, their first real crushes. Chloe, 14 and quietly observant, found herself drawn to Yeahbert, a boy who noticed the smallest details about her—like when she changed her hairstyle or when she seemed a little off, even if she said nothing. Althea, 16 and more outspoken but guarded in her own way, grew close to Kennan, who had a way of making her feel heard, truly listened to, in a way no one else ever had.For a while, everything felt simple. Their feelings grew naturally, woven into everyday moments—laughs after school, lingering glances, conversations that meant more than they let on. But when high school began, life shifted. New friends, new pressures, and the quiet fear of change slowly pulled them apart. Without any big fight or dramatic goodbye, the four of them drifted into separate worlds.Time passes, and when their paths finally cross again, everything feels different—but not entirely unfamiliar. Yeahbert and Kennan carry themselves with a sharper edge now—dark, coordinated outfits, clean lines, and a quiet confidence that makes people notice without them saying a word. There’s something guarded in the way they move, like they’ve learned to keep their thoughts hidden behind calm expressions.Chloe and Althea have changed too. Their style is bold and intentional—sleek silhouettes, carefully styled hair, and an effortless kind of confidence that turns heads in the hallway. They walk with purpose, like they’ve built a version of themselves that no one can easily question.But no matter how much everything else has changed, some things refuse to fade. Whenever Chloe and Althea pass by, Yeahbert and Kennan can’t help but look—really look. Their attention lingers a second too long, their focus breaking no matter who they’re talking to. Even their friends start to notice the pattern, exchanging looks when the boys go quiet mid-conversation, clearly distracted.The girls aren’t untouched by it either. Chloe might adjust something small—her sleeve, her hair—while Althea pretends not to notice, even as her posture shifts just slightly. Their own friends, often caught up watching Yeahbert and Kennan and the crowd they move with, still catch those subtle reactions—the tiny changes, the almost-unspoken awareness that something is still there.No one says anything out loud, but it’s obvious. Between lingering glances, missed timing, and the way both sides seem just a little too aware of each other, the past isn’t as far behind them as they pretend. And the question hangs quietly between them all—if nothing was ever really let go… what happens when they finally stop pretending it was?
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