Forty-Four

                                    

                                          
DANIEL POV
My mind is scattered as I drove to the wellness center to meet with Shannon. When I say scattered, I mean filled with Y/N. Not in the way it would usually be. 
I was thinking about how my time fawning is over. It's time to find someone new. But god, Y/N is so fucking hot. Never mind, now thinking about her how I usually would. My mind wandered to the way she smelled, and the way she walked. The way she looked so beautiful and happy all the time. So gorgeous, and hot of course.
Alright, now I'm hard. 
I pulled into the parking lot with one swift turn and made my way inside the wellness center.
I made my way out to the garden where she said she would be.
"Daniel, hello!" Shannon's chirpy voice said.
"Shannon, a pleasure. We need to talk about your son."
Her smile dropped, but not that much. She knew why I was here. "Your son joined karate a while back, I'm sure you knew. But things have gotten out of hand. There's a sensei, John Kreese, who was known for brainwashing students into believing violence is the answer. Sensei Terry Silver joined forces with Kreese, but he was no better. Both of them made it their mission to have their students choose no mercy over peace and defense—"
"My son belongs to that group, doesn't he?" Her smile that was on her face when I arrived was long gone. 
"Yes, and he has unfortunately been using what he learned in the outside world too. He's been in so many fights since you've been in the wellness center." 
"Oh dear heavens," she said, teary eyed. 
I sat next to her and rubbed her back to soothe her. I pulled out my phone to get her number if she ever wanted to talk. 
I got whiffs of her hair while I sat there. She smelled good, like peaches. Y/N smelled better though. 
"Thank you Shannon, for your time. Here's my number if you ever need to talk." I hand her a business card from my LaRusso Auto stash that I have saved in my pocket. I walked out of the center after one more minute of comfortable silence. 
DEMETRI POV
I don't know where in the land Y/N is. That doesn't matter. The only thing that does is me and Eli. 
"Hey, Demetri. Would you... wanna possibly go on a da-"
"Yes." I stood there awkwardly after interrupting him. "Uh- I mean, sure." 
Fuck. I'm so weird. 
He smiled and kissed my forehead, "Be ready by 8."
Holy fuck. I think I love this man.
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My mom barges into my room.  "Demi, what are you- ah. Get some clothes on!"
"You're the one who didn't knock. I have pants on mom!"
"Are you going somewhere?" She interrogates. 
I sheepishly respond, "Yeah... out. With Eli," I mumble. 
She nods, "Did you just get back from the hotel?" I ask. 
She nods again, "Don't mind me, I'm just gonna pick up this laundry and do a load."
"Okay, mom."
Speaking of clothes, what do I wear? No matter how mysterious he is and how hot I think that is, I need to know how to dress!
I pick up the phone and call Eli. He went back to his place for the first time in a couple days to get ready for our hang. I mean... our date. 
"Hey Demi, you almost ready?"
"Uhh- no? What do I wear? I can do cargo shorts and a Donkey Kong t shirt or is that not fancy enough?"
He pauses and chuckles a bit. "What's so funny? I have a dilemma!" 
He paused and spoke loudly into the phone, "Anything you want," even louder, "no matter what you wear, it wont stay on for long."
I just freeze, "ELI!?!"
He is cackling on the line. "My moms right there!" I whisper.
"Oh shit!" he hangs up.