Wayward Son | Cobra Kai

𝟏𝟑． 𝖪𝖤𝖤𝖯 𝖬𝖮𝖵𝖨𝖭'

ep. 2 | back in black
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[    Can't stand up on my feet in the city
got to get back to the real nitty-gritty    ]
— last child

WITH HIS FEET RESTING ON TOP OF THE GLASS TABLE IN FRONT OF THE COUCH, ROCKY brought his beer to his lips, taking a long sip of the cold Corona. Playing on the TV that lit the dark apartment was 'C.H.U.D.,' a rather old movie he had a morbid interest in.

Robby was lying horizontally beside him, the tip of his feet poking into his thigh, more on his phone than watching the movie.

After Rocky gave a clumsy reasoning to his dad, he grabbed the stuff he'd had there and rode his bike back to the apartment. He stashed his gun in its previous hiding place; underneath the very table he had his feet resting on. Robby wasn't home yet, so he took it upon himself to fix the things that had been broken since he left. Replacing a lightbulb was easy, but it was fixing the refrigerator that nearly had him electrocuted.

But at least now he could say he's fixed a refrigerator. Thank god for YouTube.

By the time Robby got home from helping Mr. LaRusso, they went back to their old routine: Rocky showering first since Robby took longer, then making dinner and getting ready to watch a shitty movie that had more commercial minutes than movie.

Honestly, the familiarity helped heal that hole in his chest a little bit, helped deal with the visions that were more so hallucinations. He saw no bloody hands or dead bodies; the sound of gunshots or gasping for breath. Slowly, things were getting better with the pleasant company of Sam and Robby. And karate, his savior.

Though he refused to thank his father for that.

Sighing, he lifted his hand and quickly slapped Robby's phone out of his hand to bug him. Earning an annoyed click of his tongue, "Fuckin— can you stop doing that?"

Rocky barely glanced at him, "Doing what?" He kicked his thigh harshly, making the blonde instantly wince. "Ah, why you gotta hit me, bro?"

"Why you gotta be annoying?"

"Why can't you just watch the movie?" He rebutted, waving a hand absentmindedly.

Robby scoffed, "We've watched this old ass movie more than Top Gun. Besides it's not that good."

That started a brawl between the two that almost broke the table and spilled his beer. He made Robby clean it up using the excuse that he did basically everything for him— he didn't deny it and did so before they laid back down on the couch, falling asleep to the shitty sound effects of 'C.H.U.D'.

Rocky shifted in his sleep slightly, entirely unaware of Robby's foot digging into his stomach. But then suddenly, consciousness was pulling him back to his apartment, the sound of a door opening taking him away from Dalton.