An Intermission

"Hey." Yao flinched at the irritating voice that came from lips positioned right next to his ear. His head whipped to the side to look at the person invading his personal bubble, and the Chinese succeeded in injuring both himself and the offender when his forehead collided with the other person's nose.

"What the hell dude!" Alfred F. Jones yelped, jumping back and clutching his nose in a manner that suggested it would soon begin to bleed. Yao was sorry at first but soon dropped all concern as the American before him rubbed his face and grinned. "So, dude, that was totally not cool but I know what you can do to make up for it, bro!"

"Apologize, aru?"

"No! That's lame, and you probably wouldn't mean it, you commie." Alfred snickered and Yao opened his mouth to inform the ignoramus about his parents' decision to leave China for Hong Kong and why they made it, but the blonde was soon talking over him again. "So, I think you're hot and even though you're a guy, you look like a chick! So I think it'd be totally fine if we went on a date. Just me testing the waters and stuff. I've known you for two years so it should be okay, don't say no!"

How could Yao say no when Alfred wasn't giving him the opportunity to speak? He sighed and set his pencil down. The art teacher wasn't paying attention, as per usual, and was too busy texting to notice that virtually none of the students in the class were doing what they should have been.

"Actually, Alfred, I've got eyes for someone else, aru. I cannot say yes, aru."

"Dude! Why not? Who is he? Are you gonna get with him for sure?"

The Chinese student pursed his lips, and decided not to answer. "Why me, aru? Why not Francis or Arthur?"

"Cause they don't look like girls!"

"I find that offensive, aru!" Yao snapped, flipping his ponytail over the shoulder farthest from Alfred. The other boy was making him very uncomfortable, and he wished that the day were over so that he could be with Ivan. Actually, Yao would rather be anywhere but with Alfred. "Look, I'm really sorry, but I can't go on a date with you, aru."

"I'll... Take that as an I'll think about it, bro! Here!" Without Yao's consent, Alfred grabbed his slender right arm in one hand and an ink pen in the other. As Yao flailed and shouted at him, he wrote a number on the arm and capped the pen with a triumphant smile. "Call me when you wanna say yes, bro!"

Which will be never, Yao fumed to himself. Try as he might to rub off the phone number boldly staring up at him from his arm, Alfred had rudely written on the Chinese in permanent ink. For the rest of the class period Yao openly yelled at and chastised the boy as he scribbled angry drawings on the posterboard that their now snoozing art teacher had given them to work on. Had he been awake, he could have told Yao that they were supposed to be drawing super heroes, not a panda trying to drag a familiar American into its cage through the bars.

AN

I know it's short :I trust me, I hate it. However, my phone, with the like... bulk of the rest of the chapter saved on its word processor, got stolen on a trip to an amusement park a week ago. HOWEVER. Now that I have this posted I won't stress over writing more for it so writing the part that was lost will be much easier... you know? I felt bad making y'all wait. SO NOW I WON'T BE STRESSED AS I WRITE THE ASIAN FAMILY SCENE! SOUND GOOD? GOOD.

I don't know. INTERMISSION. However, Alfred.. Alfred, Alfred, Alfred. He's going to play a big part c: KEEP IT IN MIND, CAPISCHE? Good. I'm sorry orz

REVIEWS ARE MUCH APPRECIATED. Ivan will be a happy little shy kid if you do...! ^ J ^