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"So, you're getting back into the dating scene, huh?" Kimi asked

"What! No! Mom was just teasing me. Kimi, I'm not into any girl right now." Chuckie sniffly replied

"Right"

"Kimi, I'm not really worried about getting girls right now. I have more important things on my mind. I've got Ally to deal with for example, I've got to figure out how I'm gonna find her before she comes back and kidnaps someone else, and possibly for more money."

"Chuckie... Fine, whatever, have it your way. So who's the girl? Is she cute?"

"Okay, 3 things. A- I'm not into her! 2- Yeah, she's somewhat attractive. But I've friendzoned her, and vice versa. Thirdly- Her name is Trisha Ono."

"Oh, so she's Asian, is that why you're 'not into her'" Kimi teased

"Oh shut up! You know I hate racism!" he exclaimed

"Calm down Chuckie, you sensitive Leb!" Kimi sat next to her brother, playfully punching him

"Don't get too close, I have a cold. I should be better by tomorrow morning."

"That's good."

Chuckie let out a sigh, and looked at his sister.

"What? Why are you looking at me?" She asked

"Isn't this weird, I used to be so protective of you, now look at us, talk about a role-reversal. Now you're the one concerning over me. I'm just glad you won't take things too far like I did, you're way too smart to do that."

Kimi took this into question. Did Chuckie have a point? Or was he in the wrong? It couldn't be too bad to look out for him, could it?

The next morning, Chuckie woke up full of energy, which was rare for any person if they had to wake up at the crack of dawn to study. By 7:00 he was finished the main review package and at that, went downstairs to make himself some breakfast. When he realized how much of a good mood he was in, and how quickly he kicked his cold, he decided to make some red tea for his mother to make it up to her. He was just about finished preparing it when Kira and Chas came downstairs.

"Morning Mom & Dad" Chuckie greeted

"You seem to be feeling much better." Chas replied, ruffling his son's hair

"What can I say, Mom's soup can work miracles."

Kira, still unsure, took out the thermometer again. She took Chuckie's temperature, and he seemed just fine. "I guess it does. So have you finished your studying?"

"Yup."

"And taken your medicine, not to mentiom found out about your next chemotherapy treatment?"

"Check, and Check." Chuckie replied, he then pointed to the tea he made. "And, I had some time to make something special for you two." He then handed them the tea.

"Awww, sweetheart, thank you." Kira said, pinching his cheek. Chas thanked him as well, but not as excessively

The couple took a look at their son. A young man, who the only thing seemingly standing in his way of his bright future, was one of the most deadly diseases ever. It was also a disease though, that only he could stop. They decided that maybe, he didn't need their protection anymore.

"Chuckie, how about, if you want, you can take yourself to school." Kira said

"Really? You mean it? Woooo hooooo!" Chuckie exclaimed, jumping up from his seat like a hyper child.

"One more thing, we're gonna do some yoga and meditation after school before tonight's search, okay?" Kira said.

"And after that, head to the Java Lava for work. I want you to stay there as a night watch, but wear some sort of disguise, like the blonde wig you used for that film. In case Ally comes in, you never know, she could send a robber for the money." Chas instructed, in a dramatically frightened tone

"I promise I'll come home for the yoga Mom, and I'll make sure I'm at work in time, okay Dad." Chuckie replied. He put on his backpack, hugged and kissed his parents, bolted out the front door, and hopped onto his motorcycle.

Kimi saw the last part, and she came in with her hair still wet from washing it.

"He convinced you with tea?" She asked, clearly misunderstanding her parent's points of view.

"No Kimi, it's, just a parent thing." Kira replied

Kimi then walked over to her mother, and with a face of disapproval, shook the water out of her hair at her mother, as if she was a dog Kira had just bathed.

Chuckie arrived to school quite early. Luckily, Trisha was there, so they weren't alone, and were able to quiz each other. Before they knew it, first period had rolled around, and they did their test, with no trouble whatsoever.

"Told you it wasn't anything too hard." Trisha said

"Still, a test in week 1 is just dumb, let us get used to the subject first at least." Chuckie whined

"So, basketball season starting up soon, you thinking about trying out?"

"I want to. I'm really tall and basketball is my absolute most favourite sport. My mother played for the American women's team apparently and spent the last few years of her life playing in the WNBA, and my Dad, well, he was a bit of a white Muggsy Bogues actually, even coached my team growing up for a year or two, never went pro though, due to his asthma, he wanted to instead just become a bureaucrat, he does have a coaching job for UCLA though, it's hilarious, seeing all those 6-footers and even one 7-foot guy, all getting yelled at by my 5"6 Dad. Basketball, well, it's always had an emotional meaning for me and my parents. I mean look at me, I'm a giant compared to the other juniors and even seniors at school."

"So then why do they pick on you. Don't they feel threatened."

"Not really, when you're that high, people try to make you feel like crud. As a kid they call you Jack's beanstalk and in my case, quad-clops to combine 4-eyes with giant, and then as I got older, they bring in my autism, like thinking God took my intelligence and replaced it with my height, or asking me if my expected final height is '9"11' because I'm half arabic."

"But I thought your mother was Lebanese? The 9/11 terrorists were mostly Saudis, Emiratis and Egyptians."

"Yeah, but there was one Leb, but one guy can't represent a whole culture. Plus, when you have a family tree project, and your class finds out your middle name is Kassem, your mom's maiden name is Abdulwahid, and even your Uncle, who was named after his grandfather, is named Osama, well, just don't expect any mercy. But I'm used to it, I see my sister get made fun of for being asian, Susie for being black, and Tommy for being Jewish, heck, even other jews don't like him because his Dad and his friends are all Christian. When you see it, you get used to it. But the bullying makes me a stronger person, and a better basketball player. When the season comes, I take all my anger out on the court. The racism, the retardation remarks, everyone's arrogance, I let my rage from it build up, I can take it and turn it into energy, and I just give a good performance. That's what I feel everyone who gets discriminated needs, something they can put all that rage into, so they can make themself a better person through it."

"That's really cool Chuckie, and I really like what you're getting at. But, why don't you ever make the team?"

"I used to not know, I've always been the school's top scorer, and in the top 3 for assists, not trying to brag though. I recently found out why I'm always denied though. I overheard in the staff room once, Coach Sharmootson said that he couldn't let an autist join the team. He said something about me possibly being unable to listen or co-operate because I might be too stubborn from my autism. It's just dumb."

"Wow, idiot! It's like when teachers don't accept me for the radio and P.A. team, or the girl's basketball team. They assume I won't be able to commit myself to extra-curricular activities because of school work. I hate it, I'd much rather play football or basketball than do math, and the sports don't get in my way anyway."

"You like basketball too?"

"Yeah, my favorite sport. Yao Ming and Magic Johnson are my favorite players, how about you?"

"Michael Jordan, although I have a lot of admiration for Bill Russell. I dunno, I love filmmaking as much as I love Basketball, and being that M.J. combined the two, and is still known as one of the best in the actual game, you can't help but admire that."

"Plus, he got screwed over out of his school's basketball team twice as well."

"I guess he can relate."

The two chuckled at the witty statement

"So, you wanna meet up after school?" Trisha asked

"Maybe, we can pick up the tests, and then I can give you a ride home. My mom finally let me take myself to school today so I came here on my motorcycle." Chuckie replied

"Sweet. But umm, well."

"What is it?"

"Look, I don't want to sound pushy, but, I think you should try out for the basketball team. I know there is a very small chance that you can make it because it's the last tryout, but I know you have potential. I know you can do it. You've said you wish you could just somehow let it shine. Well, this is your chance. Your chance to prove people that you are awesome, and that some psychologist's diagnosis has got nothing on you."

Chuckie took in what Trisha had said. He had promised his mom he'd come home right away. But she was an understanding woman, and it would only be an hour to an hour and a half. "Okay, I'll do it!"

"Awesome!"

"Well, I'll see you later. Meet me at the gymnasium after school."

"Got it!"

"I hope it works. The NBA is calling my name. Somewhere in this town, Kobe cries, wondering how he'll ever get that 6th ring, Steve cries, fearing he'll end up like Barkley, a king without a ring, they need someone's help, and I'll be the man that leads them to it!" Chuckie said

"Jeez, I like the extra dramatic effect you added to that, but the NBA?."

"Yeah, I'll be the first ever autist to be accepted into the NBA, and then, the Hall of Fame!"

"Well, I love the energy! Hope you do it! And good luck at tryouts! Remember, this is their last meet up today, if you wanna make it, this is the final chance."

After Trisha left, Chuckie dialed his mother's phone number, as he did, he thought only one thing to himself: "I better not regret this."

Will Chuckie make the basketball team? Will everything be okay with his family? How are things doing with Lil and Kimi? Stay tune! Please Review!