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          MARISOL HAD HER HEADPHONES ON. She found herself immersed in a deep 80s rabbit hole phase, indulging in the nostalgic beats of 80s music. Lost in the melodies, she suddenly heard a faint ping coming from her phone. Curious, she glanced over and saw a text from Peter, adding a touch of excitement to her day.

Peter: look at out your window, m'lady.

Marisol was hit with a strange and bewildering mix of emotions. She turned her head, furrowing her brows in confusion as Peter unexpectedly climbed through her window. Rising to her feet, she crossed her arms over her chest, her voice filled with curiosity. "What on earth are you doing here? And, seriously, how did you even manage to get in?" She raised an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side, eager for an explanation.

Peter gently cupped his hands around her face, surprising her with a kiss. Her eyes widened in shock, caught off guard by his unexpected gesture. However, she didn't reciprocate the kiss and instead pushed him away, her voice filled with disbelief. "Peter, what the heck? I don't think we're on the same page here." She gave him a bewildered look, trying to make sense of the situation.

He tightly grasped her hands, causing her to squint her eyes. She couldn't help but notice the intense redness in his eyes. "M'lady," he began, his voice filled with a mix of nervousness and sincerity. "I've had feelings for you for as long as I can remember. When I saw you again after all these years, I realized that I had fallen deeply in love with you."

She instinctively pulled her hands away from his grasp, taking a few cautious steps back. "Peter," she began, her voice tinged with a mixture of worry and firmness, "I really think it's time for you to head home. You're not thinking straight, and it's clear as day that you've had way too much to drink." Her words faltered slightly, reflecting her concern for his state of mind.

He cast a reluctant glance at her, hesitating for a moment before finally accepting her outstretched hand. "Alright," she said in a drawn-out manner, her voice tinged with a mix of understanding and concern. "I'll walk you out, no questions asked. But just so you know, I don't have romantic feelings for you. I hope this won't ruin our friendship."

He glanced at her outstretched hand, his eyes meeting hers before he took it and followed her downstairs. The house was eerily quiet, and she couldn't shake off the feeling of being alone. They made their way to the front door, her unlocking it with a sense of urgency. "Please, Peter," she insisted, her voice filled with a mix of concern and determination. Without saying a word, he took one last look at her, stepped outside, and walked towards his car. She watched him intently, making sure he drove away safely before finally closing the door behind her.

She couldn't shake off the uneasiness that lingered in the air, feeling a mix of awkwardness and confusion. Running her hand through her hair, she let out a sigh and made her way back upstairs. As she reached the top, she heard the creaking of the floor behind her. Turning her head, she was met with Mila's raised eyebrows. "Why on earth did I just watch Peter Moskowitz walk out of our house?" she questioned, her voice filled with bewilderment.

Marisol let out a deep breath, her voice filled with a mixture of confusion and disbelief. "I honestly have no idea what just happened. He came here, completely drunk, and out of nowhere, he kissed me. I immediately turned him down and told him to go home." She spoke with complete honesty, her words reflecting the rawness of the situation. Mila's expression softened as she noticed the sincerity in Marisol's voice. "Oh," she responded simply, her tone conveying a mix of understanding and surprise.

The older Cervantes girl let out a tired sigh, her voice filled with concern. "Hey, it's pretty late. Why are you still up?" she asked her little sister, genuinely curious. Mila shrugged her shoulders, her voice tinged with worry. "I'm really worried about Kenny. I told him I just wanted to be friends, and he got really upset and stormed off," she explained with a gloomy sigh.

Marisol's lips curled into a small frown, her hand resting on her shoulder. "You know what, don't worry about guys, okay? They can be so weird and hormonal," she said, trailing off as she tried to stifle her laughter. Mila couldn't help but burst into laughter, snapping her fingers in agreement. "You got that right!" she exclaimed, playfully pointing. With a tight-lipped smile, Marisol shook her head and pushed her hair behind her ears as she walked back into her room.

She settled back into her chair at the desk, her fingers dancing across the keyboard. As she typed, her leg shook anxiously, a reflection of the excitement and nervousness she felt. The book she was working on was a reflection of her own life experiences, titled "The Life of Mars." To protect the privacy of those involved, she had changed everyone's names, ensuring that no actual names were used. However, the story itself took a sci-fi twist, set in the late 90s, adding an extra layer of intrigue to her writing.

Therapy can be really helpful for working through things. Dr. Alderman actually mentioned that art and writing can be therapeutic too. It's like a way to express yourself and find some healing.

Marisol was having a blast at the waterpark with Tory and Mila, but it seems like Mila was a bit preoccupied trying to chat with Kenny and Anthony. Meanwhile, Tory was filling Marisol in on the All Valley tournament. She mentioned that she's been talking to Kreese, and he's got this secret plan brewing. She couldn't spill the beans just yet, but promised to share the details soon. Can't wait to hear what it's all about!

Marisol's eyes widened in surprise. "Whoa, that's a whole bunch of info to process. Um, alright. Do you think you'll ever tell Sam about this? I remember she was super upset after the tournament." She looked uncertain as she pondered the situation.

Tory shrugged, her shoulders lifting up in a nonchalant manner. "I dunno... Sam might come after me for not spilling the beans earlier, but it's complicated when our sensei is, well, you know..." She trailed off, waving her hand as Marisol hummed in understanding. "Yeah, I get it," Marisol nodded, a hint of unease in her expression.

Tory's gaze wandered to someone, catching Marisol's attention. They both looked in that direction and saw Robby pushing Hollis away, signaling him to go talk to Miguel. Without hesitation, Tory leaped up from the table where they were sitting and dashed over to Robby. They shared a passionate kiss, leaving Marisol to casually stroll over, playfully clearing her throat. "Whoa there, lovebirds! Find a room for all that PDA!" she teased, causing Robby to pull away with a grin. "Hey, cuz!" he greeted.

Marisol chuckled, her laughter filling the air. "Hey there, cuz," she mockingly teased, as Robby playfully punched her shoulder. In response, she retaliated with a stronger punch to his back, causing him to stumble back a bit. "Whoa, have you been hitting the gym?" he chuckled. Marisol smirked and flexed her muscles. "You know it," she replied confidently.

Tory playfully poked Robby's shoulder, a flirtatious tone in her voice. "So, how was Mexico?" she asked, her curiosity evident. "Did you and your dad, Mig, and Hollis have a blast at the beach?" she inquired. Robby hesitated for a moment before responding. "Well, it wasn't exactly that kind of trip. But we did manage to work through some of our issues," he nodded, acknowledging the progress they made.

Robby's gaze shifted towards Miguel and Hollis, who were locked in a passionate kiss. Marisol couldn't help but glance over, her jaw dropping open in surprise. "Oh my god, did you play matchmaker and get them back together?" she exclaimed, a wide grin forming on her face as she tried to contain her excitement. Robby shrugged, a hint of uncertainty in his expression. "Yeah, I did, but there are still some lingering issues between me and Miguel," he hinted, implying that their relationship was still a bit rocky.

Robby's gaze shifted between the two of them, his expression filled with a mix of nervousness and determination. "Hey, um, I've been thinking about this a lot lately, and I was wondering if you'd be open to the idea of, you know, taking a break from Cobra Kai?" he said, his voice slightly shaky. He paused, licking his lips nervously, waiting for their response.

Marisol's eyebrows furrowed as she sensed that the truth was about to be revealed. Despite her growing frustration, she managed to maintain a calm demeanor, not wanting to lose her temper. Tory, on the other hand, responded abruptly, her tone filled with confusion. "Wait, what are you even talking about?" she questioned, her voice tinged with a hint of disbelief.

Marisol's eyes widened as she mouthed the word 'um...' in surprise. Feeling overwhelmed, she took a few steps back and quickly sprinted away, not wanting to be involved in the conversation any longer. Trying to distract herself, she joined the line for a smoothie, clutching her money in her hands. As she waited, she heard a familiar voice behind her, causing her to turn around. "Oh, hey! It's nice to see you here," the person greeted her with a friendly smile.

Marisol let out a deep, exasperated sigh, her voice tinged with a mix of disappointment and frustration. "Ahh, Peter. You gotta be kidding me. Is he really here with Eli?" she questioned, her eyebrows furrowing in disbelief. Peter's response came in the form of a sad hum, confirming Marisol's worst fears. "Sadly, he's been parading around with his new 'girlfriend' all afternoon," he said, air quoting the word 'girlfriend' to emphasize his skepticism. Marisol's head snapped towards the couple, her eyes widening as she took in the scene.

Moon and Eli were locked in an affectionate embrace, while Therese lounged nearby, soaking up the sun with her sunglasses on. The sight hit Marisol like a ton of bricks. "What?" she exclaimed, her tone dripping with a mixture of shock and bitterness. It was a double whammy right in her face. Both of her exes had seemingly moved on with new partners, and it stung. It was painfully obvious that neither of them wanted to delve into the events of the previous night. Peter, in particular, seemed out of it, likely due to being stoned and not having a clear mind.

Peter pointed towards Moon and Eli, who were locked in a passionate kiss. Marisol's stomach churned with a mix of disgust and disbelief. "Wait, they're actually dating?!" she blurted out, unable to contain her shock. Peter parted his lips, raising an eyebrow inquisitively. "I'm assuming you know her?" he asked, trying to make sense of the situation. Marisol nodded stiffly, her expression filled with anger. "Hell yeah, I know her. She's supposed to be my best friend! Why would she do this to me?" Her fists clenched tightly, her glare fixed on Moon and Eli. Determined, she took another step closer in line, ready to confront the situation head-on.

Peter let out a scoff, his tone laced with a mixture of annoyance and bitterness. "Yeah, they're more like ex-best friends now," he muttered under his breath. His gaze shifted towards the girls, who were now cuddled up and engrossed in a book. Marisol couldn't help but roll her eyes at the sight. "Ugh, why do both of my exes have to date my best friends? It's like a double betrayal!" she exclaimed, her frustration evident in her voice. In a fit of anger, she kicked out at the nearest object, which happened to be Peter's groin. He hunched over in pain, his voice filled with a mixture of surprise and agony. "Ouch! My groin!" he exclaimed, clutching the affected area.

Marisol winced, feeling a twinge of guilt. "Damn, my bad, dude," she said, her hand instinctively covering her mouth in an attempt to stifle her laughter. However, she couldn't contain herself, and laughter burst out of her, drawing curious glances from the people around them. Meanwhile, Peter, though jokingly crying to cheer Marisol up, was actually in genuine pain from the powerful kick to his groin.

Eli shot a fierce glare at his cousin, his eyes filled with a mix of determination and deceit. The truth was, he wasn't actually dating Moon. It was all a lie he concocted to manipulate Peter into telling Marisol. Eli's ultimate goal was to make her jealous, hoping that she would leave Cobra Kai and come running back to him.

"MARISOL!" Mila's piercing scream echoed through the air, catching Marisol and Peter's attention as they lazily floated along the lazy river. Marisol quickly turned her head towards the source of the commotion, her curiosity piqued. To her surprise, she saw Mila completely drenched in...pudding. Shocked, Marisol wasted no time and swam towards her little sister, Peter following closely behind. With a mix of concern and disbelief, Marisol exclaimed, "Oh my god, what happened?" Her eyes widened as she scanned Mila's body, trying to make sense of the messy situation.

"Cobra Kai," Marisol seethed through gritted teeth, her body completely drenched in a gooey, chocolatey mess of pudding. Her face contorted with a mix of anger and disgust as she realized that Kenny and Kyler were likely the culprits behind this prank. "Kenny?" she questioned, her voice laced with frustration, and Mila managed to muffle a weak confirmation. "I swear, I'm gonna murder him," Marisol grumbled, her determination shining through her words.

Just then, Peter cleared his throat, interrupting the tense moment. "Wait, who's Kenny?" he asked, genuinely curious about the situation. The Cervantes sisters simultaneously pointed towards Kenny, and Peter took a quick glance. A mischievous grin spread across his face as he chuckled, "Damn, he's a midget."

Marisol shook her head, her frustration evident in her determined expression. "Go help my sister. I'm gonna grab Hollis. We're gonna march right up to Kenny and give him a piece of our minds," she firmly stated, her voice filled with righteous anger. Without wasting a moment, she stormed over to Hollis, her determination guiding her every step. With a strong grip on Hollis' wrist, she pulled him up from the tanning chairs, urgency in her movements. Hollis, taken aback by the suddenness of it all, couldn't help but squeak out, "Where the fuck are we going?"

"Fucking Kenny has really crossed the line this time! He had the audacity to pour pudding all over Mils. And guess what? You're my wingman, my partner in crime, to help me keep my cool," Marisol explained with a bitter tone, her frustration palpable. As they approached Kenny, her anger reached its peak and she couldn't contain herself any longer. "KENNY PAYNE!" she shouted, her voice booming across the scene. Kenny looked over, a hint of sarcasm in his voice as he asked, "Hey, Marisol. What's up?" Kyler couldn't help but laugh from behind him, adding insult to injury.

Marisol was completely oblivious to the fact that a race was happening between Eli and Tory near the slides. She also had no idea that Sam, Anthony, and Therese had left. As Marisol's anger reached its peak, her face turned beet red as she unleashed her fury on Kenny. "What the hell were you thinking? You can't just pour pudding all over my sister like that! Look at her, she's completely covered in it!" she yelled at him, her voice filled with righteous indignation. Kenny, looking sheepish, attempted to apologize, but Marisol wasn't having any of it. She stood her ground, refusing to accept his apology.

Marisol didn't hold back as she berated Kenny, unleashing a torrent of scathing remarks. "You're so damn immature!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with frustration. "You seriously need to learn to respect other people's boundaries!" Her words were sharp and cutting, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

In the midst of Marisol's tirade, Mila stood there, visibly embarrassed and upset, with a towel wrapped around her head. Peter, ever the supportive friend, gently patted her shoulder, offering comfort in the midst of the chaos. Meanwhile, Kyler couldn't help but find the situation amusing, laughing behind Kenny as Marisol continued to give him a piece of her mind.

Kenny's frustration boiled over, and he struggled to find the right words amidst his anger. Finally, he managed to blurt out, "At least, I don't have fucking Bipolar." His words stung, hitting Marisol right in the gut. She clenched her jaw tightly, her eyes narrowing with a mix of anger and hurt. But Marisol wasn't one to back down easily. With a hint of sarcasm, she fired back, "Well, at least I don't have a sibling in fucking jail." Her words hung in the air, taunting Kenny, who was now seething with rage.

In a moment of impulse, Kenny attempted to slap Marisol, but she swiftly blocked his hand with her wrist, showcasing her quick reflexes. Marisol's agility was truly remarkable as she effortlessly evaded Kenny's punches and kicks, moving with the grace of a seasoned fighter. It was as if she had an innate ability to predict his every move, making it nearly impossible for him to land a hit. The tension between them was palpable as they engaged in this intense and heated altercation.

Kenny's determination radiated through every fiber of his being as he squared off against Marisol. Despite his best efforts, he found it incredibly challenging to land a solid hit on her. The tension in the air was thick as they exchanged blows, their fists and feet colliding in a flurry of movement. Marisol's agility and speed were unmatched as she skillfully delivered a barrage of lightning-fast jabs, finding their mark on Kenny's chest. However, Kenny wasn't completely defenseless. With a burst of strength, he managed to block one of Marisol's swift kicks, showcasing his resilience.

The fight intensified with each passing moment, both combatants breathing heavily, their hearts pounding with adrenaline. The sheer rage and determination fueled their every move. Finally, Marisol seized a golden opportunity. With a powerful kick aimed at Kenny's side, she unleashed all her strength. The impact was devastating, causing Kenny to stumble and lose his balance. Unable to regain his footing, he plummeted into the nearby pool, the splash of water echoing the culmination of their fierce battle. As Kenny emerged from the water, drenched and gasping for breath, it was clear that Marisol had emerged victorious in this intense confrontation.

Just as they were immersed in their conversation, a sharp whistle pierced the air, grabbing their attention. "Hey! You four, out now!" The security guard's stern voice rang out, accompanied by a disapproving glare. Feeling a sense of protectiveness, she instinctively wrapped her arm around Mila, offering comfort and support. Peter dutifully followed alongside them as they made their way out to the parking lot. Once they reached their destination, they bid each other farewell and went their separate ways.

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ash speaks!

I kinda wanted Marisol to have her own little story line for this episode yk? I just didn't see her fit anywhere else other than Robby talking to her and Tory.

Anyways, I posted on my conversation board saying:

"1 unpublished Twisted Love. .. But I am going to come back to it eventually to write it!!! I just kinda lost some interest in Cobra Kai a little bit for writing which is taking me a while to finish s5 of Matching Scars, but Nessa will be back!! And I will finish Marisols story very soon and then when season six comes out, Marisol will be back for the last act. And I will write Nessa's story sometime soon. As of right now, I am writing a new chapter of Matching Scars. I hope to get it out today or tomorrow!!"

Which I did get out today. So yeah. There will be some slow updates on this book. . . But this book is really coming close to an end until Season Six.

I'm gonna miss writing Marisol especially after Season Six. . . Maybe I'll write a version where she ends up with Sam in the end? I don't know. Maybe. But this is a Eli endgame.

I do plan to write a solo Sam book tho!! Idk when though as I am loosing some interest writing Cobra Kai.

I am also trying to expand my writing to other fandoms. . . But I am really struggling with that right now😭😭😭😭😭