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MARISOL AND MILA WERE DRAGGED TO A FANCY CHRISTMAS PARTY with their dad, Natasha and Holly. Marisol approached the prospect of bonding with Holly with a distinct lack of enthusiasm, her initial reluctance to attend the party still lingering. Her attire comprised overalls adorned with a dotted shirt, a visual reflection of her disinterest. Tasked with supervising Mila and Anthony, she halfheartedly scrolled through TikTok, occasionally glancing at her phone, which she placed on the table. Succumbing to boredom, she rested her head in her palm, emitting a disapproving raspberry that underscored her overall discontent with the situation.

Marisol's boredom reached new heights as she cast a glance at the table next to her. Daniel and Amanda LaRusso, Alli Mills, Johnny, George, Natasha, and Holly were all having the time of their lives, laughing and joking together. Marisol couldn't help but let out a dramatic groan, throwing her head back in utter exasperation. Just when she thought things couldn't get any more monotonous, her phone started buzzing incessantly.

With a puzzled expression, she furrowed her eyebrows upon seeing the name "Hawk" flashing on the screen. Intrigued, she tapped on the video and eagerly started watching. Lo and behold, there was Hawk and his Cobra friends, sneaking around in the LaRusso backyard, with Hawk playfully mimicking a meow sound. It was an unexpected twist that managed to momentarily alleviate her boredom.

Bert nonchalantly walked outside, unknowingly stepping into a whirlwind of events. Suddenly, Kyler emerged from behind, launching him with surprising force through a nearby window. The sound of small gasps filled the air as Sam, Miguel, and Demetri witnessed the shocking spectacle. Concerned for Bert's well-being, Miguel quickly inquired about his condition.

Meanwhile, Hawk, always one to capture the moment, turned the camera towards Marisol with a mischievous wink. "Come on, Mars," he playfully urged, knowing she couldn't resist the excitement. And just like that, the video came to an end, leaving everyone on the edge of their seats. It was an unexpected and intense moment that had Marisol eagerly anticipating what would happen next.

She couldn't help but furrow her brows in confusion, her mind struggling to comprehend the situation unfolding before her. Lifting her gaze from her phone, she shifted her attention towards Holly, a mixture of concern and annoyance bubbling within her. Deep down, she knew that if she were sober, she would have called Holly out for attempting to make a swift exit.

However, Holly's drunken laughter and unapologetic belching made it evident that she was in no state to be reasoned with. Determined to intervene, she tapped on Mila's shoulder, interrupting her conversation with Anthony.

Mila's piercing stare met her interruption, their eyes locked in a silent battle of annoyance. "What," Mila snapped, venom dripping from her voice. Undeterred, she mustered the courage to make her request, pleading with Mila to cover for her and claim she had gone to see Sam if anyone inquired about her whereabouts. With a casual shrug, she didn't wait for Mila's response, swiftly making her exit without looking back. It was a bold move, driven by a mix of adrenaline and the desire to escape the monotony of the moment.

Bounding toward the LaRusso residence, she was drawn by the unmistakable sounds of commotion. Demetri and Hawk synchronized their movements, intertwining hands as Hawk propelled himself into a dynamic spinning kick, connecting squarely with Rickenburger's face. The force of impact sent Rickenburger reeling backward, colliding with a fragile glass table.

At that precise moment, Marisol swung the door open, only to be caught off guard by the ensuing chaos. Shards of glass scattered, and she unwittingly became a casualty of the tumult. Emitting a sharp scream, Marisol winced in pain, her immediate discomfort evident. Reacting swiftly, Hawk rushed to her side, a mix of worry and regret etched across his face. Cupping her injured face delicately, he uttered with genuine remorse, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, Mars. Are you okay?"

Confusion washed over her as she turned her gaze towards him, her eyes filled with a mix of bewilderment and curiosity. She carefully studied his face, searching for answers in his worried expression. "I...I'm okay," she stammered, her voice laced with uncertainty. Concern for his well-being flickered in her eyes as she asked, "Are you okay?" Her attention, however, was quickly diverted as she found herself entranced by him, momentarily forgetting the cut on her forehead.

The words spilled out of his mouth, each one carrying a weight that resonated deep within her. "Don't worry about me, Mars," he reassured her, his voice filled with sincerity. "I just want you to know that I've made a choice. Tonight, Kreese presented me with a decision: you or Cobra Kai. And without hesitation, I chose you. It has always been you." The weight of his confession hung in the air, leaving her breathless and her heart racing with a mixture of emotions.

Marisol's jaw dropped open in astonishment, her eyes widening with disbelief. "No more Cobra Kai?" she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. Her mind raced, desperately trying to process the weight of what Hawk had just revealed. As their gazes locked, time seemed to slow down, the world fading away around them. With his hands still delicately cradling her face, Hawk's eyes flickered down to her lips and then back up to meet her gaze.

There was an undeniable tenderness in his expression, a softness that made Marisol's heart flutter. In that fleeting moment, her attention shifted, her eyes fixating on his lips. With a surge of courage, she closed her eyes and pressed her lips against his, feeling a surge of electricity course through her veins. It was as if a thousand sparks ignited, enveloping them in a whirlwind of passion and emotion.

Marisol's heart soared with an indescribable joy, as if she was floating on Cloud Nine. The touch of their lips was nothing short of magical, an enchanting moment that surpassed any previous kisses they had shared. It had been over a year since their last embrace, and the passage of time had transformed their connection into something entirely new. As their lips melded together, they became lost in the intoxicating dance of their love. Reluctantly, Hawk broke the spell, pulling his lips away and fixing his gaze upon Marisol. His eyes held a captivating allure, drawing her in and leaving her mesmerized by their intensity.

"I missed you so much," he confessed, his voice filled with a mix of regret and longing. "I'm truly sorry for the way I've treated you since I changed. It doesn't excuse my behavior, but I genuinely missed you and I regret everything I said." His words spilled out in a rush, his emotions evident in his rambling. "I was manipulated into joining Cobra Kai, and I thought being rude to girls like Kyler was the right thing to do. But I know now that it wasn't okay, and I never meant to hurt anyone like he did. I know it doesn't excuse my attitude, and I'm truly sorry," he finished, his voice trailing off. Marisol couldn't help but chuckle at his heartfelt apology, her lips curling into a warm smile.

She reached out and gently touched his arm, assuring him that she understood. "I appreciate your honesty and your willingness to apologize. We all make mistakes, but what matters is that you're here now, ready to make things right. Let's leave the past behind and focus on building a better future together, okay?" Her laughter mixed with relief and forgiveness, letting him know that she was ready to move forward and embrace a fresh start with him.

"Eli, it's totally okay. I'm really happy that you're finding yourself again," Marisol reassured him, a warm smile spreading across her face. She could see the genuine joy in his expression as he grinned back at her. "So, what does this mean for us? Are we officially boyfriend and girlfriend now, or...?" he trailed off, his voice filled with anticipation. Marisol's lips curved into a slight frown as she considered his question. "Do you mind if we take things a little slower? I think I still need some time to figure things out," she said honestly, her voice tinged with vulnerability.

"To be totally honest, I still have some feelings for Sam, but I also have feelings for you." Eli nodded understandingly, his arms wrapping around her in a tight hug. "Of course," he replied, his voice filled with acceptance and support. In that moment, Marisol knew that they were both willing to navigate this complex web of emotions together.

"Traitor!" The venom in Tory's voice cut through the air as she spat at Eli, prompting an abrupt halt to their embrace. Startled, they both turned to face her accusatory glare.

"Tory, we don't have to let it play out like this," Eli pleaded, realizing the manipulation they had both fallen victim to under Kreese's influence. "You were manipulated, just like I was. There's an escape from Cobra Kai. Despite our differences, I'll stand by you. You don't have to be on the same side for me to be there for you." Marisol's eyes conveyed a mixture of empathy and desperation as they locked onto Tory's, urging her to consider a different path.

Tory's eyes flickered with a hint of gratitude, but her rage and anger were palpable. With a scoff and an exaggerated eye roll, she let out a sharp retort, "I don't need you to be my friend. You're just a pussy, just like Hawk always said. You can't even handle karate because you're scared of turning into him." Her words dripped with venom as she snapped at Marisol, her glare piercing through the tension. Without another word, she briskly walked past them, leaving behind a trail of unresolved emotions.

Marisol's eyes welled up with a mix of hurt and disappointment as she locked eyes with Eli. His face contorted into a frown, a clear reflection of his remorse. "I'm so damn sorry, Mars. I was furious and lost control. You're not a coward, not in the slightest. If you don't wanna do karate, I'll always have your back, no matter what," he vowed, his voice filled with sincerity and regret.

Marisol's gaze softened, a glimmer of hope shining through her tears. With a deep breath, she straightened her back, mustering all the courage she could find. "You know what? I wanna join Eagle-Fang with you," she confessed, her voice tinged with determination.

Eli arched an eyebrow, his expression filled with intrigue. "You sure about this? You don't gotta do it if you don't want to," he assured her, a hint of concern in his voice. Marisol beamed up at him, her affectionate smile lighting up her face as she planted a sweet kiss on his cheek. "I'm sure," she hummed, her voice brimming with determination. But just as their moment of certainty unfolded, Sam's voice interjected, casting doubt on their decision. "You seriously think he's on our side, Marisol?" Sam's words echoed in their ears, challenging their trust.

Marisol turned her gaze towards Sam, her expression unwavering. "Yeah, I believe it," she shrugged, her voice tinged with confidence. Sam's eyes widened in panic as he hurried over, reaching out to touch her wound. The pain made Marisol flinch, her eyes squeezing shut. "Watch it, LaRusso," Eli warned, a hint of venom in his voice, clearly protective of Marisol.

Sam rolled his eyes, dismissing Eli's comment. "We gotta get you to the hospital. That wound needs stitches," he said, examining the injury closely. Marisol let out a frustrated groan. "Seriously? Another scar to add to my collection? First on my arm, now on my forehead?" she complained, clearly annoyed by the situation.

Sam couldn't help but let out a laugh, finding the situation slightly amusing. "Come on, I'll take you to the hospital," she said, extending her hand to Marisol. However, before they could leave, Eli intervened, placing his arm between them and pushing them apart. "Hold up, LaRusso. You need to stick around and explain to your parents what went down here. I'll take care of her," he asserted, his voice filled with determination.

Sam couldn't help but roll her eyes in exasperation. "Whatever," she huffed, folding her arms tightly across her chest. Marisol shot Sam a nervous look before making her way outside to Eli's waiting car.

ONE WEEK LATER

Ah, got it! So, picture this: it's New Year's Eve, and the clock is ticking closer and closer to 11:50 PM. Marisol finds herself in a bit of a pickle because she got grounded for leaving the Christmas party and needing more stitches at the hospital. As a result, her parents decided to lay down the law and banned her from going out with friends for a whole month. Can you believe it? Not even karate is allowed during this time, and to make matters worse, karate won't start back up for another few weeks..

Marisol was watching You when she gets a text from Eli.

Eli💗: look outside your window ;)

Perplexed, she furrowed her eyebrows, swiftly making her way to the window. Through the glass, she caught sight of Eli standing outside, a bouquet of flowers in hand. A surprised smile played on her lips as her eyebrows arched, and laughter bubbled up.

Acknowledging her amusement, Eli blew her a playful kiss. With a tender gesture, he carefully arranged the flowers on her doorstep. The doorbell chimed, and as she approached, Eli flashed a grin before darting back to his car, leaving a trail of excitement in his wake.

Peering through her window, she witnessed the unfolding drama. Her dad hurried outside, a stern expression etched on his face, as he raised his voice, sternly demanding Eli to leave them alone.

A cloud of dissatisfaction loomed over George Murphy, his sentiments entwined with a growing disdain for Eli. The hurt ran deep, fueled by the belief that Eli had caused distress to his daughter's heart. Adding salt to the wound was the persistent presence of Eli, who, since December 19th, had been a regular visitor, leaving behind daily tokens of affection – small gifts and heartfelt poems that only intensified George's unease and frustration.

Marisol couldn't help but see the sweet gestures as adorable, though her dad, in stark contrast, deemed them cringe-worthy. Mila entered Marisol's room, her laughter echoing. "Dad's beyond furious. He's even talking about strangling Eli if he dares to drop off anything else tomorrow." The tension in the air mingled with Mila's amusement, creating a peculiar atmosphere in Marisol's room.

A mischievous smirk adorned Marisol's lips. "As if. He'd have to go through me first. Dad can harbor all the hate he wants for Eli, but it won't alter how I feel about him," she declared with a confident defiance. Her grin widened as she indulged in thoughts of Eli, a flicker of excitement illuminating her expression.

Mila couldn't hide her joy at seeing her sister embrace happiness once more, courtesy of Eli's influence. Despite the pain he had caused by breaking her heart, Eli appeared determined to mend the wounds he'd inflicted. It became increasingly clear that healing Marisol's heart was Eli's overarching plan from the start.

He had confided in both her and Moon about his thoughts, sharing his uncertainties on how to navigate the complexities introduced by Cobra Kai. The intricate dance between past hurt and newfound intentions added layers to the unfolding story.

With Cobra Kai in the rearview, the path of their relationship seemed markedly less complicated. Initially, the transformation into Hawk led her to believe that Marisol and Sam would be the ultimate pairing. Yet, as events unfolded, a different truth emerged. It wasn't Sam; it was Eli. His earnest endeavors to reclaim Marisol's heart reflected a level of commitment that surpassed expectations, subtly shifting the dynamics of their connection.

Sam's interactions were confined to berating Marisol, whereas Eli, despite initial regrets, authentically apologized. In a stark contrast, Sam's apology was lackluster, and her recent entanglement with Miguel, witnessed by Anthony, became a piece of gossip. Anthony didn't keep this revelation to himself, promptly sharing it with Mila, who felt compelled to inform Marisol.

Fueled by frustration, Marisol confronted Eli, triggering a chain reaction of confessions. Eli, in a bid to be transparent, confided in Demetri, who, perhaps unintentionally, passed on the information to Hollis through the intricate web of connections. The unfolding drama took unexpected turns as secrets unraveled.

An undercurrent of dissatisfaction ran through the group, their collective ire aimed at Miguel and Sam. While Marisol saw through Sam's shortcomings, a contrasting emotional landscape unfolded for Hollis. Despite Marisol's reservations, Hollis harbored sincere feelings for Miguel, making the tension even more palpable.

The complexity deepened as Hollis grappled with the aftermath of Miguel's rejection. The rejection wasn't merely a matter of unrequited affection; it came wrapped in Miguel's misconceptions about Hollis's sexual orientation. Miguel, clouded by assumptions, failed to recognize Hollis's genuine feelings, leaving Hollis entangled in a web of internal conflict, navigating the intricate terrain of love and identity.

In search of counsel, he approached Marisol with a genuine apology. Marisol, being both understanding and wise, advised him to be patient. She encouraged him to allow Miguel the space to untangle his feelings and determine if their connection was genuine. Marisol's words carried a comforting assurance that if Miguel was the right match, he would inevitably find his way back to him in due course.

A FEW WEEKS LATER

The Miyagi-Do parking lot witnessed Marisol's arrival as she drew attention while walking through the gates. Hollis, surprised, couldn't help but gasp, "Marisol?" Her response was accompanied by a warm smile as she exhaled, "I want to join Eagle-Fang," the declaration emphasized by the rhythmic swing of her arms, a decision that left the air buzzing with anticipation and curiosity.

Johnny's face lit up with a grin. "Welcome to Eagle-Fang. Go stand beside your boyfriend, Hawk," he playfully instructed, evoking a blush from Marisol. As she walked past Sam, she felt the weight of Sam's eyes on her. The intensity hinted at Sam's disapproval, yet Marisol couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't entirely her fault. The revelation had surfaced due to her brother's loose lips, confiding in Mila, who had a penchant for spreading gossip. The air buzzed with unspoken tension as Marisol navigated the dynamics of her newfound place in Eagle-Fang.

Marisol made her way toward the rock where Eli and Demetri were stationed. Eli extended his hand, and she gratefully accepted, allowing him to pull her up onto the rock with care. Expressing her appreciation, Marisol planted a kiss on Eli's cheek before settling by his side. With a focused gaze directed forward, she prepared for what lay ahead. The anticipation heightened as Johnny's commanding voice rang out, "LET'S BEGIN!"

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ash speaks!

THATS A WRAP FOR ACT THREE!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! i'm so excited for how this chapter worked out. i'm so excited to write season four/act four :)