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𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗬

chapter twenty-three
close the windows, lock
the doors, don't wanna
leave you anymore

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this chapter is a little spicy 🫡 best of luck soldiers

MIYAGI-DO'S VERSION OF unity meant helping each other with injuries and helping clean up the mess of the LaRusso house, which was exactly what was happening when Alyssa led Eli back inside.

Demetri was sweeping up the broken glass from the kitchen window with a broom into a dustpan that Nate was holding. Stiven and Jason were in the midst of picking up all the Christmas decorations while Mitch was cleaning up everything that was broken around the rest of the house. Chris was sitting in front of Bert at the kitchen table, cleaning up the cuts on his face. Sam had given Miguel an ice pack and was doing her best to fix some of the blood on his face.

Alyssa looked over at Eli for a second. He seemed . . . shocked, watching them all care for each other and fix the house with such gentleness when all his dojo had done was cause destruction — both to him and basically everything else.

"Eli," Alyssa began.

He cleared his throat, snapping himself out of whatever trance he had been in. "Um, you sit. I'll clean your hands."

She didn't have the strength in her to argue with him — not anymore, and especially not now after everything that had happened in the past half an hour. Alyssa sat on top of the counter in the kitchen, placing her hands on her knees as she watched Eli take some medical supplies from the table, not making eye contact with anyone even though most of them were staring at them.

Eli came back to her and put what he got down beside her before taking one of her hands. Alyssa was very hyper-aware of the way the front of him was pressed up against her legs, and the way his hand felt against hers. She watched as he concentrated on her bruised and bloody knuckles. Obviously, there had to be cuts where her skin split open, so when he hit an open cut, she winced.

"Sorry," Eli said. "I'm sorry, Alyssa. Sorry."

This was more than hitting a cut on her hand.

"It's okay," she replied softly. "Really."

He didn't really seem to believe her, but he continued anyways. The silence between them was thick — both of them had so much to say to each other, but didn't know exactly how to say it.

"All done," Eli voiced.

Alyssa looked down — all the blood was gone, and all she was left with was some cuts and bruises, but that was normal. "Thanks." She let out a deep breath when she noticed everyone start to wrap up what they were doing now that the house and injuries were as clean as they could be. "Hey, do you, uh . . . do you have a ride home?"

Eli paused for a moment before shaking his head. "No. I — um, I rode with . . . them."

She felt a small smile creep on her face. "Did all of you really carpool to a fight?"

"Hey, you did, too," Eli protested.

"No, I actually carpooled to a Christmas party that was actually an intervention, get your facts right." Alyssa's smile widened a little further when Eli let out a small laugh at that. "So, considering you're here right now and not in a car with a bunch of injured idiots, I take it you're not going back to Cobra Kai?"

She would be lying if she said there wasn't a shit ton of hope in her tone.

"I'm not," Eli confirmed, and Alyssa felt her shoulders slump a little bit from relief. "Really. I'm done with them."

"Are you?" Sam's voice then argued, and Alyssa looked over to see her approaching them. She nodded to Alyssa. "How's your hands, Ally?"

"Oh, they're fine," Alyssa answered. "Just a couple of cuts and bruises. Nothing I can't handle."

"When do you not have cuts and bruises on your knuckles?"

"Exactly." She cleared her throat. "Do you need me to stay any longer?"

Sam glanced around. "I think I'm good. My parents will be home soon, so they'll probably deal with everything." Her blue eyes then turned harsh as she focused on Hawk. "You might not want to be here when they do."

"Yeah, Princess, I get it," Eli responded bitterly. "But I am done with Cobra Kai. Seriously."

"After everything, you really want me to believe that? If I'm remembering correctly, you stormed into my house."

"And I'm also the person who helped save it."

"Oh, you—"

"Hey," Alyssa cut in, sliding off of the counter. She stood in between them, placing one hand on Eli's chest and the other on Sam's shoulder, glancing in between them. "We've got some shit to figure out, but it doesn't have to be right now. All of us are tired from the fight. Let's just chill."

Sam continued to glare at Eli, but let out a huff of agreement and crossed her arms. Alyssa looked back at Eli, who looked like he wanted to say something to Sam. However, she raised her eyebrows at him, and all of the tension drained from Eli's body.

"E, come on, I'll drive you home," Alyssa said.

She walked over to the kitchen table, and by some sort of miracle, her earrings were still there. Alyssa picked them and put them back in as she walked further into the house, Eli trailing after her. She grabbed her phone and car keys that she had left on the stairs, which were thankfully unharmed, and went back to the front door. It was still open and a little broken from how Tory had kicked it down.

"Ally," Sam called, placing a hand on her arm when Alyssa and Eli just made it. "Can I — can we talk?"

Alyssa nodded and looked at Eli. "I'll just be a minute."

Eli brushed past her and went outside. She watched as he went a little down the path that led to Sam's house and stopped, placing his hands in the pocket of his jacket. Alyssa then turned her attention back to Sam, who was staring at her worryingly.

"Are you sure about this?" Sam asked quietly. "I just . . . I don't want you to get hurt. Even more, I mean, because he's hurt you a lot before."

"I'm a big girl, Sam," Alyssa stated. "I can make my own decisions."

"That's not what I'm saying. I know you can, but—"

"I'm making the right one." Alyssa paused for a second, her eyes squinting. "At least I think I am."

Sam sighed. "Ally."

"Listen, I think he's changing," Alyssa admitted. "I know you might not believe that right now, but . . . you didn't see him earlier. For months, I've seen nothing but Hawk, the same guy that you've seen all along. But now, when I look at him, I see Eli, the same one I grew up with. Plus, he stuck around and helped me clean up my hands. That has to count for something for you."

"How can you be so sure? That he's changing."

"I'm not." She glanced at Eli's figure, her eyes sticking on him for a moment. "But it's him."

"I hope you're right," Sam said.

"Me too, but it'll be okay," Alyssa promised. "And if it isn't, you'll be the first to know." She then pulled Sam into a tight hug for a moment. "I'll see you tomorrow. Love you."

Sam squeezed her before letting go. "Love you more."

The two of them let each other go. Alyssa waved to the others still inside the house before walking outside. She shivered slightly from the chilly December air as she walked up to Eli.

"She's worried about you being alone with me, isn't she?" Eli questioned once Alyssa got close enough.

"No," Alyssa answered, but caved under the knowing look Eli gave her. She sighed. "Listen, Sam and I . . . we've seen each other at our absolute lowest, so we're kind of protective over each other."

"I can tell, considering the way you ran like a bat out of hell when you realized her and Tory were missing."

"Yeah, well, Tory's hurt Sam a lot." Alyssa's gaze turned serious. "Just like you hurt me a lot. You can't exactly blame her for being hesitant."

Eli averted his gaze from her, his voice quiet. "And why aren't you being hesitant?"

"Because she doesn't know you the way that I do," Alyssa replied. "And because I'm not stupid. I've hurt you, too."

He looked back up at her. They locked eyes, and underneath the moonlight, both of them seemed to glow.

"Come on," Alyssa encouraged, blinking to get herself to look away from him.

The two of them walked side-by-side, their shoulders occasionally brushing. Alyssa unlocked her car, which was parked on the street. She got in the drivers seat, and Eli hesitated for a second before getting in the passenger side. Alyssa started up her car and put it in drive before starting to head in the direction of Eli's house, the directions practically burned in her mind.

Neither of them said anything. The silence was almost suffocating Alyssa, and she honestly didn't know if she could take anymore of it. She reached forwards and turned her radio on, and it immediately went to the last song she was playing from her Spotify on the way here.

"I wish I knew then what I know now, wouldn't dive in, wouldn't bow down, gravity hurts, you made it so sweet, till I woke up on, on the concrete . . ."

Well, shit.

Alyssa reached back over and shut her radio back off. Maybe it was better to sit in silence than listen to songs that just completely described their situation.

"We don't have to listen to music," Eli said. "We can just . . . talk."

Alyssa glanced over at him for a moment. "Yeah. Sure."

Silence. Again.

"You, uh . . . you wanna start?" Alyssa suggested.

Eli cleared his throat. "It's, um . . . kind of cold outside."

"Wow," Alyssa commented. "That's all you've got, huh?"

His cheeks flushed a light shade of pink. "I don't know why I suggested we talk when I don't even know what to say."

"Well, I can start the conversation." Alyssa tucked some of her hair behind her ear when it fell in her face, unaware to how Eli was watching her every move. "It's kind of strange having you in my car again. The last time you were in here was when we went to that party at the canyon Aisha threw."

Eli let out a low chuckle and looked down at his hands. "Yeah, I . . . did some things I regret that night."

Her eyebrows knit in thought. "Like what?"

"Well, for starters, kissing Moon." Eli shook his head. "I don't think I ever really really liked her. And I know she's your friend and all, but—"

"No, I think she feels the same," Alyssa cut in. "She told me the day of the soccer game that you and her didn't work well."

"We didn't," Eli agreed. "And then I interrupted your dance with that Cam guy."

Alyssa nodded, a small smile on her face. "It wasn't really dancing, it was more so me twirling myself around like a ballerina."

The corners of Eli's mouth twitched up in a smile. "I kept seeing you around him, at the car wash and in the hallway. Are you—?"

Alyssa shook her head. "No, that never went anywhere. He ended things before it could really begin." She let out a small laugh. "I don't blame him, I'm a hot mess."

She didn't really tell him the whole truth — that Cam ended whatever they had because he saw Alyssa's feelings for Eli. Alyssa should've felt perfectly fine with Cam. He was safe, sweet, and so incredible. And she felt extremely guilty for saying this, but she really didn't feel anything at all with him, no matter how she tried or how much she wanted to.

Alyssa couldn't get over the screaming and fighting. Eli was wild and crazy, and it gave her a sort of rush, like she was on a rollercoaster. He was frustrating and intoxicating and complicated all at once. She didn't even know she could feel that much.

Who was she kidding? It was always Eli. Always.

"I don't think you are," Eli protested.

"Thanks, but it's true," Alyssa insisted. "Karate's kind of made everything . . . complicated."

He didn't argue with that. Cobra Kai had shook the Valley, and all of them were left trying to clean up the damage.

Before Alyssa knew it, she had reached Eli's house. It had felt like forever since she had last been here. She parked in front of her house and looked over at him expectantly.

"Well, here we are," Alyssa stated, even though she absolutely dreaded the idea of leaving him right now.

"Here we are," Eli agreed. He then looked over at her tentatively. "Do you, uh . . . wanna come inside?"

She got a small smile on her face. "Yeah. I would really like that."

Alyssa turned off her car and got out. She followed Eli up to his house and watched as he opened the door with his key. Alyssa entered after him, and he turned on the light, casting a soft glow into the entrance. The house looked the absolute same as the last time she had been here, but everything about her and about Eli had changed.

She took off her boots and left them by the door, like usual. Alyssa wandered after Eli further into the house, him turning on lights as he went. The house was quiet — evidently, his parents were gone.

Finally, Eli led her all the way into his bedroom. Alyssa looked around. She had been in here so many times, and it had been months, but it gave her a bit of a shock at how different it looked. Before, Eli had posters of Star Wars, Doctor Who — whatever he was into. Now, those posters were gone, replaced by band posters and karate posters.

"I'll be just a few minutes," Eli voiced, and Alyssa looked away from the walls to see him holding a pair of sweatpants in his hands. "Promise. I'll be right back."

Alyssa nodded in agreement. "That's fine. I'll just . . . wait here."

He gave her a single nod before leaving his bedroom. Alyssa watched him go for a minute, a bit confused as to where he was going. Finally, after about thirty seconds, she heard the shower in the bathroom turn on. Well, while he was doing that, all she could really do was just pace around. She let a breath pass through her lips as she continued to peer around, placing her car keys and her phone down on the nightstand.

The events of the night left Alyssa's mind spinning. She didn't really comprehend how the Cobra Kai's just waltzed into Sam's house like they owned the place — fighting at a random place was one thing, showing up at someone's house to fight was another.

And, of course, Eli switching sides. Maybe showing up at her house after breaking Demetri's arm and coming up to her in the hallway to tell her he beat up Brucks wasn't a way to get her to break down after all. Maybe it was because he was starting to realize that Cobra Kai was absolutely insane and didn't want to be associated with them anymore.

Her eyes then set on something shiny on his dresser. Alyssa's eyebrows knit in thought as she walked up to it, only for her eyes to slightly widen. It was her necklace, the very same one that she had given back to him the day of the school fight. Alyssa reached out and gingerly picked it up, the chain hooked around her finger as she lifted it up to her face.

"Take it back. It's yours, you know."

Alyssa slightly jumped from the sudden noise and turned towards the door. She hadn't even heard the shower turn off. However, the sight instantly made her freeze. Eli was leaning against the doorframe, his hands in the pockets of the sweatpants he had put on. He was shirtless, too, a grim reaper tattoo displayed over his heart — Alyssa could only assume that was used to cover up the one for Moon. However, that wasn't what made her stop.

No, his hair was down. Alyssa should've expected that since he took a shower, but still. She hadn't seen him at all without his mohawk, at least not since he transformed. His hair was much longer now, and in its middle part, it flopped down to the middle of his cheek. The roots were black and the rest of his hair faded into red, and it all looked really fluffy. If Alyssa was being honest, he looked really . . . sweet.

Maybe he hadn't taken a shower because of the fighting they had done. Maybe had done it to show Alyssa that he wanted to be a little vulnerable around her, or to make her more comfortable, because all the guy with the mohawk had done was hurt her. She could be completely wrong about that, but the thought of it was enough to make butterflies swarm in her stomach.

Alyssa blinked, snapping herself back to reality. "What?"

"The necklace," Eli continued. "It's yours. You can have it back . . . only if you want to."

"Oh." She gave him a small smile. "Yeah, thanks."

Eli gave her a tight smile and wandered further into his room, settling himself down on his bad, his back resting against his headboard. Alyssa reached up and clasped the necklace around her neck, and the familiarity of it all felt like home.

"Um, I like your hair," Alyssa admitted.

"Yeah?" Eli inquired.

"Yeah." She sat down on Eli's bed next to him, crossing her legs underneath her. "Kind of strange seeing Hawk without the hawk. I've gotten so used to it, but I'm not complaining."

"You never call me Hawk."

"Yeah, I know, that was really weird," Alyssa agreed. "So . . . you kept the necklace this whole time."

"I did," Eli responded. "I just . . . couldn't get myself to get rid of it. Even though I knew you absolutely hated me—"

"I didn't."

He looked over at her. "What?"

"I never hated you," Alyssa told him quietly. "Even though I really wanted to, and honestly tried really hard, I could never hate you." She absentmindedly twisted her friendship bracelet around her wrist. "What about you?"

"The only thing I hated about you was how much I thought about you." He gave a low chuckle. "You've always been the best part of me, Lys. And I let that go, and became someone . . . worse."

Alyssa's mind spun impossibly fast. "You think I'm the best part of you?"

He nodded. "You were always my voice of reason, and that night we fought outside of the dojo and fell apart, I didn't have it anymore. And then I couldn't stop thinking about you after it all, and it drove me nuts."

"So you're saying the reason you went all batshit crazy was . . . me?"

"No, it was all me," Eli responded. He looked at her seriously. "I should've never let you go."

"That was me," Alyssa insisted. "I'm the one who joined Miyagi-Do behind your back — sorry for that, by the way. And I'm also the one who told you that was it."

"But you only did that because of all of the shit I did. I fought you at the school, I threw you around, I punched you, I split your lip open." He winced, his voice twinged with regret. "And I made you cry . . . I hate myself for that."

"That was also me. I told you to fight me that day at the school."

"It wouldn't have happened if I had just come to my senses," Eli argued.

"Hey, okay, stop," Alyssa instructed gently. "We're going in circles. Both of us are to blame for everything, how about that? We both fucked up."

"Me more than you." He suddenly got quiet. "Did you mean what you said that night when I was at your house? That I broke your heart?"

Alyssa gave him a tight smile, her heart sinking. "I wouldn't have told you that if it wasn't true, Eli. But if it makes you feel any better, my lip healed." She looked him right in the eyes. "And so did my heart."

"I'm so sorry," Eli stated. "I just — I never wanted this to happen."

Eli then reached up and ran a hand through his hair, slightly pushing it back with his fingers. Alyssa suddenly lost all of her concentration, her eyes locked on him. Her heart pounded against her chest and literally all rational thoughts went out the window.

And without really thinking what she was doing, Alyssa leaned over and kissed Eli full on the mouth.

She felt him freeze, and the second he did so, Alyssa immediately pulled away. Alyssa felt her ears and face and the back of her neck heat up as she turned back forwards, clearing her throat awkwardly. Oh God, why did she do that? It was the hair. It was definitely the fucking hair. Making her mind go haywire.

"Alyssa," Eli said, his voice barely a whisper.

"Sorry," Alyssa responded. "I didn't—"

She was cut off by Eli taking her chin in his hand, turning her head back around towards him, and kissing her this time. Alyssa's eyes slightly widened before they fluttered shut, sinking the moment that they were now having — or, well, sinking into him. She placed her hands on either side of his face in effort to get closer to Eli. It was like she couldn't get enough, she needed more—

Eli apparently felt the same. His hand trailed down from her chin all the way to her hip. He reached out his other hand and grabbed her other hip, snagging both of them in his hands and pulling her over so her legs were situated on either side of him while she sat on his lap. Eli slid his hands up underneath her sweater, resting them against her stomach. His skin was feverishly hot against hers, and it made her entire body ignite. Her breath slightly hitched in the kiss from it, and she felt Eli smirk against her.

Everything started to make sense. There had been a sort of antsy feeling in the air in the car, and when they had hugged back at the LaRusso's. Well, actually, it had been there since the start of the school year. All of the intense gazes, the never backing down, the little quips, the being so close that one step would make their bodies press up against each other . . . it was all exploding into this moment right now. This kiss was practically relieving all of the tension they had experienced.

Alyssa continued to kiss him as if her life depended on it. Her hands slowly slid back from his face to thread her fingers through his fluffy dyed hair that he had finally let down. Eli let out a strange sort of noise from it, one that sounded a lot like a quiet moan. Before she could dwell on it, Eli removed his lips from hers and started trailing new kisses from her cheek, to her jaw, to her neck. Alyssa suddenly lost all of her breath inside of her, and she tilted her head to the side to allow him to get to the stretches of skin he was after.

Reality smacked her in the face when her eyes fluttered open from the closed state they had been in previously and set on the poster on the wall. She was in Eli Moskowitz's bedroom, who had helped her and Demetri tonight even if it meant betraying Cobra Kai, who had let his mohawk down in front of her, who had pulled her to sit on top of him, who had such a reaction to her tugging on his hair, who was kissing her neck. What was going on?

"Eli," Alyssa breathed out.

She pulled back slightly, making his lips detach from her neck, only to see his blue eyes blown out and filled with something she had never seen in them before.

"You okay?" Eli asked worryingly.

She nodded. "I'm fine, it's just, what . . . what are we doing?"

"I don't know," Eli replied.

Alyssa paused for a moment, her cheeks feeling warm. "Whatever it is, I don't . . . I don't want to stop."

"I don't either." Eli's fingers tapped absentmindedly against her skin. "But since we're kissing so much, I'm getting the idea that we're okay."

Alyssa let out a small laugh and nodded a little. "I think so. But we might fuck some things up by doing this."

"We definitely will. I'm in if you are."

She felt nerves bubble in her stomach. "Eli, I — I've never done—"

"I haven't either," Eli cut in. "We don't have to do anything. I'm fine with just kissing you."

"Okay," she agreed quietly. "Are you sure, because—"

"Alyssa." He stared up at her so intensely it made her forget who she was for a second. "It's okay."

"Just make out. Got it. I—"

"Talk too much," Eli cut in, a slight smirk on his face. "Yeah, I can tell."

Alyssa let out a breath before raising an eyebrow. "Then what are you going to do about it?"

Eli's smirk only widened. He leaned back up and kissed her again, and just like the past two times in the past two minutes, it made her feel all fiery inside. Alyssa ran her fingers through his hair again and slightly tugged, making that same sound came from the back of his throat, one that made Alyssa's mind spin.

He wrapped his arms fully around her waist under her sweater and pulled her in as close as he could get her. Alyssa's chest pressed up against his bare one, and even though the thick fabric of her sweater, she could still feel the heat. She moved her hands to wind all the way to the back of his neck, but still threaded her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, attempting to pull him closer — if that was even possible.

Alyssa decided it was her turn now. She removed her lips from his, pressed a kiss against his jaw, and then moved to a spot on his neck just right below his ear. Alyssa held onto his hair a little tighter, emitting a low groan from him — again. Eli's head fell against her shoulder as she continued to kiss the same spot. At the same time, his hand dipped down to the back of her thigh, finding the run in her tights due to her ripping them from all the kicking and movement. He gently rubbed his thumb against the ripped part and her skin, and Alyssa felt shivers run up her spine from it.

"This okay?" Eli questioned close to her ear, and Alyssa gave a hum of approval against his skin. "You're so beautiful, Lys."

Well, shit. How was she supposed to think straight when he said things like that? It was almost like Alyssa was actual putty in Eli's hands. Her knees felt weak, her mind was going absolutely out of control, and she was sure that she was one move away from turning into a puddle.

A moment passed before Eli picked his head back up and removed his hand from her hip. Alyssa instantly missed the loss of contact that it had given her, and she picked her head back up, too. They made eye contact for just a moment before leaning forwards at the same time, kissing each other again in a way that seemed much more intense than the others. It almost seemed like they were making up for lost time — which, they probably were.

Sure, Alyssa had kissed people before. But nothing, nothing compared to this. All of those ones before Eli had felt so awkward and strange, but this . . . it felt so right. Their rhythms matched, their hands knew where to go. It was like they were made for each other.

And then, all of the sudden, Alyssa and Eli realized that.

Their faces flushed and their lips swollen, the two pulled away from each other, their foreheads falling against one another's. The tension seemed to fizzle out of the air, and all that was left was giddiness, because holy fuck, that had just happened. Alyssa instantly felt a bright smile spread across her face, small giggles spilling past her lips.

Eli grinned back at her, and holding her hips tighter, he flipped them around. Alyssa let out a small shriek from the sudden movement and laughed a little harder as her back landed against the bed. Eli, now hovering over her, bent down and pressed multiple kisses onto the bare skin of her neck.

Alyssa reached up and ran her fingers through the hair that flopped in his face. "You're beautiful too, by the way."

"Not as beautiful as you," Eli voiced, picking his head up and looking down at her, making her smile widen.

"Glad to know you still have the sweetheart in you."

Eli shrugged. "Only for you, Lys. Truly."

Suddenly, Alyssa's phone buzzed from the nightstand. She rolled her head over to look at it for a second before reaching out and taking it. Eli stopped hovering over her and landed by her side. Alyssa sat up and looked down, noticing it was a text from her little brother asking where she was. She then looked at the time, which was way past what she said she would be home at.

"Jackson just texted," Alyssa revealed. "I have to get home."

Eli seemed to hold onto her waist a little tighter. "No."

She raised an eyebrow. "No?"

"I just got you back. I don't want to leave you anymore."

Alyssa's eyes softened. "I know, me too. But we've got Miyagi-Do-Eagle-Fang practice tomorrow . . . you know, if you're coming."

He nodded. "I'll be there."

"Good." She stood up from her bed and smoothed out her sweater and her skirt with her hands. "I do have to go, though. Jackson's not really keen on sleeping by himself in the house."

Eli dramatically sighed and rolled off of his bed to stand up. "Fine. If you must."

"If you must," Alyssa mocked, rolling her eyes playfully and walking out of his room, making sure she had her phone and car keys. "Didn't know you were a fan of such theatrics."

"Hey, now," Eli protested, making her laugh a little as she put her boots back on. He opened up the door, only for it to be absolutely pouring outside. "Oh, shit. Do you have a jacket?"

She shook her head. "No, but I'll be okay."

"Hm. No you won't." He opened up a closet by the front door. "Here, have this."

He handed her a black zip-up hoodie with red designs on it. Alyssa took it and put it on, immediately enveloping her in warmth and his scent. Honestly, it felt like home. She zipped it up and put the hood up.

She looked up at him. "See you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow," Eli confirmed.

Alyssa let out a deep breath, glancing up at the storming sky before entering into the rain. She quickly walked to her car and unlocked it, opening up the drivers side door and throwing her phone on the center console.

"Lys!" Eli's voice called, and she turned.

She stared at him like he was absolutely crazy. Eli had followed her out into the cold rain, shirtless and barefoot. Before she could ask what the fuck he was doing, Eli cut her off by taking her face in his hands and pressing their lips together again. Alyssa momentarily forgot about the rain and pushed up onto her toes to get closer to him, holding onto his arms. After a few long moments, they pulled away from each other, both of their faces wet with rain, but they didn't care.

"No goodbye kiss?" he inquired with a smirk.

"You're an idiot," Alyssa replied, but there was nothing but fondness in her tone.

They had screamed, they had fought, they had cursed each other's names at two A.M.. And now, finally, Alyssa Liu and Eli Moskowitz had kissed in the rain, not really getting enough of each other.

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𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙸𝙸𝙸

so . . . that happened

WELL HOW'D I DO I DON'T WRITE MAKEOUT SCENES EVER