"C'mon Ming, where's you curve?" Huey asked as he effortlessly nailed another red ball into the sky, well into the left field. The Chinese girl angrily pitched another ball, it rolled down the field at a semi-fast rate, but still by Huey's standards an easy kick. The black boy positioned his foot and kicked the red ball slightly upwards, bouncing it on his feet like a soccer ball. Huey with a bit of humor toyed with the ball, kicking it up and down and behind him and in front of him.
Ming hypnotically stared at him and his little soccer skills, unsure if he was displaying another skill or was simply mocking her lacking ability so he occupied himself with another. Huey knew she was distracted so he flipped around and round-house kicked the ball towards her. Ming froze as she barely noticed the intense velocity of the ball fly between her face and shoulders, atoms away. She quickly jumped back and quickly attempted to defend herselfâ€"to the humor of Hueyâ€"the ball had long passed her already.
"Wh-Wha!" She cried.
"You're off you're a-game," Huey said, walking towards her.
"Where do you learn these techniques!" Ming asked, astonished by his impressive kicks and clever footing. Huey shook his head in shame as he stood in front of her, taking the third kickball and spun it on his finger like a basketball.
"Who did I learn it from? Where did I learn it from? How can I figure that out? All this silly questions you keep asking me prove our fundamental differences," Huey said, evaluating her current confused state. "The East and America may both be Capitalist, but the way we do it is different than you."
Ming was skeptical of this but it sounded interesting, "How?"
"Simple, the way you learn things leaves little to the imagination," Huey said, playing tricks with the spinning ball on his finger, "In this country, it's all about how to make things out of what you have, be innovative and creative."
"Okay…..and we don't?" Ming asked.
"Yeah you don't, everything to you is too textbook. You don't just 'learn it', or 'read about it', you have to be 'innovative' and understand how to create your own things, not simply remember things people tell you," Huey explained, ending his finger trick and tossed the ball back into the basket. Ming wasn't sure if she was insulted or impressed, nonetheless Huey didn't seem to expect a reply and motioned for her to follow him.
"Where are we going?" Ming asked, still feeling stiff and not yet stretched out.
"We're leaving, going downtown," Huey said, walking and fiddling with his hair.
"What!? We just started like an hour ago!" Ming reminded him. Huey shrugged and motioned for her to hurry it up and leave the equipment, "Leave that, and we don't need to work anymore, you got the point so let it sink in." Ming confusingly placed the balls down and rushed over to walk side-by-side with the kid, trying to figure out what he was doing.
"You are not serious, that was an hour!" Ming argued.
"Sorry, but this isn't Red Chinaâ€"I and you need our rest and relax-…uh," Huey quickly caught himself on that and swallowed down the 'relaxation' part. Ming knew what he was going to say but nodded in agreement, knowing that his emotions about her were conflicting. "Okay, what do we do?" Ming asked, Huey pulled out a list from his pocket and read it quickly to himself.
"I have errands to run, you can come with me if you want," Huey said, acting indifferent towards her.
"Errands? Is that shopping and stuff?" She asked quickly, followed by a nod from Huey, "Well then, sure I'd love to."
-Downtownâ€"
"That'll be $14.51, and do you have a membership with our store or would you like one? Five dollars a month," The cashier said, which Huey quickly rejected and handed over his cash, "No thanks and no change please." The Chinese girl was glued to him as she mirrored his every move, grabbing two of the four bags on the grocery counter. Huey glanced over at her as he walked away, knowing Ming was following him.
It was all a little weird for him, the girl he met just some few hours earlier was suddenly following him everywhere. He had also grown aware of her 'interesting' gestures towards him, unsure if it was specifically a crush of some kind or different customs. He wasâ€"at firstâ€"immediately repelled away from such ideas as submitting to her will, but after a while her strive and desperateness to at least be noticed by him recalculated his thinking.
Perhaps he was into her.
"Where else are we going?" Ming asked, struggling to carry some of the items.
"We're going home," Huey said, before cocking a brow at her as she made struggling faces, "Relax…maybe I'll get you some…..I dunno… ice cream?" Ming sported a large smile before something flashed in her mind, forcing a seductive smile, "Why ice cream?"
"Why not, it's hot?" Huey asked, stretching out his collar for other reasons besides the heat. Ming could tell by his slightly wincing face and his obvious swallowing that he was a pressured, and was ever-more conscious of her flirting.
"Hardly, but if you say so," Ming said, grabbing the lower edge of his shirt and pulling him towards the ice cream parlor. Huey immediately stepped back, his shirt swinging back and he rushed in front of her. Ming chuckled at his obvious attempt to seem unfazed by her actions, but it was worthless, he cared about her now.
Huey was about to say something but stuttered as he swung the door forcefully open, but correcting himself so he held it open for Ming. The girl laughed even more as Huey had subconsciously held the door open for her, he returned a confused shivering look back down at the ground.
"Keep your head up Huey," Ming smiled as she walked first through the door but turned back to Huey who kept quiet, "I can not see your cute face when you do this." Huey stammered as he quickly pushed her inside and let the door close on its own, getting a glare from the doughnut and ice cream owners.
Ming laughed as she walked over and took the bags from his hand, Huey complied subconsciously and felt Ming grasp his hand with her own. He scarcely looked over at her before back at their hands, "What are you d-doing?"
"Sssssh, just let me do the talking," Ming said as she used her other hand to drop the bags and slowly reached for his pockets, evoking naughty ideas in both their heads as she carefully pulled out his wallet. The husband and wife owners of the store oddly stared at the two, being Chinese themselves and cocked a brow at Ming's Chinese communist star patterned clothing and her cute gestures to the black kid.
"Yo!" Ming greeted, approaching the counter and glancing up at the owners, then realizing her error she retained her smile to a neutral grin,_ 'Asian-Americans, oh here we go!' _Huey had approached the counter and some-what shoved Ming to the side, regaining the authority here. Ming rolled her eyes as she leaned on the wall in the back.
"Yeah, can we get 2 ice-creams, Vanilla," Huey said, trying to shrug off his embarrassment.
"Chocolate," Ming said, before grinning, "I like chocolate colored things a lot, you should know, Huey." She then took her finger and slid it down his light chocolate colored arm.
"I mean, uh, chocolate, one chocolate and one vanilla," Huey stammered, before shooing off Ming with his hand. The old Chinese couple glanced at each other before nodding and turning back to the doorway, "Emily! Come down here! Help the customah!"
Huey and Ming looked over at each other before shrugging, the old couple showed a smile and walked to the doorway, picking up boxes as they left the room. The door to the left opened up and a slim and nerdy 10 year old Chinese girl with thick glasses and darkened skin walked out. Behind her was a very pale and beautiful Caucasian girl with long gold locks and then circular glasses followed her. Obviously she was a friend of hers, seemingly glowed amongst all the other colored individuals in the store.
"Hello, what would you like again?" The Chinese American girl smiled, her innocent eyes glimmering through her glasses. Huey repeated his order, but this time noticed Ming stood right next to him when he said it. "Alright that's cool, and how 'bout you?" She said, towards Ming. The native Chinese girl shook her head, "He said it for me." The girl shrugged and walked over to the ice cream buckets, dipping the scooper in hot water.
Huey looked over at the white girl who was busy looking at her friend, pulling out a ten dollar bill and placing it on the counter. "Here, no change please," Huey told the pale girl. She looked at him and let out a forced chuckle, "Oh sorry! I don't work here, she's my friend!"
"Why do you keep saying, no change? I'll take it if you don't want it, " Ming told Huey before turning to the other girl scooping out the ice cream and putting it on the cone. "Would you like fudge or anything?" She said indifferently, pulling out the ice cream effortlessly.
"WÇ'men zhÄ«fù duÅ shÇŽo?" Ming said casually, pulling out her own empty wallet to collect Huey's change. The Caucasian girl looked a little confused before glancing over at the other Asian girl who brought the ice cream to the counter, "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"DuÅ shÇŽo?!" Ming impatiently said back to her, looking over at her and rolling her eyes.
"Uh…..I don't speak whatever you're speaking," The Chinese girl said, a little confused, "Can you say it in English?" Ming let out a harsh sigh and slapped her forehead, glaring angrily at the girl, "Are you Chinese, you do not know your own language?" The white girl innocently held her smile but was a little confused, Huey however slapped her backâ€"gesturing for her to shut up. She didn't bite.
"Oookay, I'm American…I speak English, y'know?" She said, a little sourly, "I don't need to know that here, I'm from here." Ming huffed and folded her arms arrogantly, "You should probably learn your culture."
"I have a Chinese calendar in the back and we eat Chinese food all the time," the Chinese-American girl said a little angrily, "I'm Chinese sure, but I'm from America. I don't need to know it like you!" Ming popped her eyes open and glared at her, "What do you mean, _like me_? You people are arrogant!" The other girl angrily ignored her gave a soft look towards Huey who was a little idle at the moment, she handed him the two ice creams before adding, "Here's yours and the other for your adopted girl."
"Adopted!" Ming shouted, slamming her palms on the counter, "Whose adopted?"
The glasses wearing Asian girl refused to pay her any mind and continued with the black kid, "She's so loud, where'd you adopt her from?" Ming was flabbergasted as Huey frowned and scratched his head, "Well she's not adopted, she's just living with us for a while."
"I am not adopted you moron!" Ming shouted, snatching the ice cream from Huey and walked towards the door,"YúchÇ"n de báichÄ«!" The Chinese-American adjusted her glasses and quickly walked down the aisles of ice cream and approached her on the other side of the counter. _'This isn't going to end well,'_ Huey thought.
"Hey, this is AMERICA! WE SPEAK ENGLISH, TAKE YOUR CRAP BACK HOME!" She screamed, almost busting Ming's eardrums, "You _Fobs_ are so annoying! I don't have to speak Chinese, idiot!" Ming was ready to shout back at her but Huey quickly grabbed her shoulder and rushed to the door, "Thanks for the ice cream, and Ming, shut up!"
"Fuck you Chinese yanks!" Ming shouted before being shoved out the door, at least managing to hold onto her ice cream.
Huey was a little angry due to her constant attitudes and basically ignored her after giving his last warning, "I've had it, either get with it or we're done!" Huey then turned his back to her and walked back home, holding the groceries in one hand and licking his ice cream in the other. Ming cringed before running after him, still holding the rest of the groceries.
"Huey, do not be mad at me!" Ming whined, getting silence from Huey.
"Huey, I am sorry, I know I acted badly," Ming again told him, trying to keep up with his quick pace. "Whatever," Huey groaned, walking back to the suburbs. Ming carefully and quietly followed beside him, trying not to disappoint the boy anymore.
"But you do not know how it is, those peopleâ€"I want to rip them apart," Ming guiltily said, slowly interesting Huey who reluctantly asked why, "Who is they?"
"Chinese people in America," Ming explained.
"You're a Chinese in America," Huey said, now looking at her in confusion, "You hate yourself?"
"No, I mean the ones who are born here-Americans of Chinese decent," Ming explained, taking the bags and putting all four of them onto one hand. "You have an issue with Asian-Americans? Why? Black people here don't hate Africans who come here," Huey explained.
"And how many Africans come to America? Hardly any, most are the smart ones from Nigeria, they come to China as well," Ming said, taking her free left hand and slowly clinching his right elbow. "No offense, but the Blacks in America are kind of silly, they don't work hard like the Africans do." Huey was more concerned with her grabbing onto his arm than anything else, surprisingly letting go of that comment.
"Do you hate them because they're Americans?" Huey asked.
"Somewhat, they're spoiled jerks and then pretend like they're not even Chinese anymore," Ming continued, walking beside Huey with his elbow in her hand. "Then they call us Fobs and stuff, pretend to be nice but then demand we speak English."
"I don't think the girl at the store knew Chinese, Ming," Huey said.
"Well she should, I mean if _you_ can learn it than they have no excuse," Ming said bitterly, tugging at Huey's arm as she did. "Well that's nice to know…" Huey commented lightly, although it as a disguise for his confusion about her arm tugging. Despite not necessarily being interested in Ming, her tugs and attitude was beginning to appeal to him. Never once being friendly towards a girl so intelligent and snarky before, was it turning him on?
"Be honest, what's with the arm tugging?" Huey asked.
"The what?" Ming replied, leaning her ear in for better reception.
"Arm tugging, you pulling my arm like this," Huey asked, to which Ming forced a chuckle to comfort the mood but Huey remained same. "Well…" She said, leaning her face into his shoulders, "I simply like being around you like this, its harmless right?"
"Harmless, not a word I would use," Huey corrected.
"I don't see you pushing me away, and you were submissive when I was talking to you at the ice cream shop," Ming touted, reminding Huey of the situation. "I was just taken back by your attitude, I wasn't submissive."
"Sure, and I'm still on your arm," Ming teased.
"I can stop that," Huey threatened, but to no avail, "Sure, but you haven't and you won't. You like this."
Ming watched as person upon person walked by and stared at them, Huey had an attempted neutral expression but it came off more as a worried frown. He was carefully not to make eye contact whereas Ming was glaring at every person with a little smirk, enjoying the attention.
"People sure like to stare at us," Ming said, "They look so clueless."
"I'm just as clueless as they are," Huey said, just to give an impression that he was in control.
"Suuuuure, they'd all love to be in your position," Ming teased before leaning in to his ear, "I heard Westerners think Eastern girls are exotically sexy, particularly ones from the _Orient_, as you say." Huey blushed but didn't turn his head this time, the stares were interesting himâ€"particularly those from blacks and Asians. "Nobody says Orient, here," Huey corrected, hearing an 'Oh' from Ming.
As they walked down the street, Huey grew more comfortable with Ming oddly leaning next to him while walking. Ming however wasn't satisfied enough, and it was a little lonely without any incentive from him. "Huey, wrap your arm around me," Ming said, soflty and almost unrecognizably. Huey didn't even realize she said it, it sounded more like the wind had whispered a soothing voice in its streak past his ears.
"Huh?"
"Wrap your arm around me."
"Oh c'mon," Huey groaned, "Isn't letting you grab and lean on my arm enough?" Ming shook her head in disagreement, and although he didn't specifically see it, he knew she did it. As a couple seconds of silence passed by in anticipation for his answer, Ming popped another question.
"Huey," She moaned, deliberately arousing him. Huey however tried to keep himself calmed down, but the semi-crowded sidewalks who all made a trench for the odd couple to walk through, their stares, and Ming's tugs and whispers was making it hard for him to stay cool.
"Huey, can I ask you a question?" Ming said, this time a little more 'intention' was in her voice but it still wasn't her normal arrogant tone.
"You just did but go ahead," Huey replied, trying to shove people aside as they walked through the semi-busy downtown.
"Do you love me?" Ming asked, which caused Huey to stop in his tracks. The Chinese girl accidentally walked slightly passed him, and despite the current flow of pedestrian traffic she immediately stopped and looked back at him. Huey's gaze was towards her but immediately fell when she looked at him, he was fearing this answer since they first entered the ice cream shop. Ming was expecting an immediate answer but the delay was starting to irritate her, _'I've tried too hard.'_
"Do you love me, Huey?" She repeated, this time in her more familiar authoritarian voice.
"W-Well, what do you mean by l-love you?" Huey stuttered, unsure as to why she intimidated him so much yet at the same time he adored her attitude. He had always wanted a strong woman, and Jasmine was certainly not the perfect applicantâ€"main reason why he hadn't been serious about their flirting together.
"You know Mandarin but you do know the meaning of love? Do not play me for a jackass, Huey," Ming said, threateningly. Huey could see her frustration slowly build up, her body was slowly beginning to quiver and her eyes were twitching. He already knew his set answer, but he didn't truly understand why his mind was telling him one thing but his heart was telling another.
'_Yes I love you Mingâ€"you're strong minded and your character is fascinatingly addictiveâ€"you obviously have thrown yourself at me. No, I don't love you Ming â€"I like Jasmine because…although a little stupid, she could improve in intelligence, we already have an un-spoken agreement in terms of relationship status, and her body has developed a lot more attractively than y-…did I seriously think that?!'_
"TELL ME!" She screamed at him, gaining some attention from the pass-byers but nobody stopped. "I have loved you ever since I met you!"
"We just met today," He pointed out.
"No, the kickball game!" Ming shouted, much to the distaste of Huey, "You and I adored each other on the field, remember?"
"No I don't!" Huey shouted back, disbelieving she would actually imply that, "All I remember was you trying to get a sympathy vote from me!"
"A what?" Ming asked. Huey sighed, "You tried to trick me into letting you win so you wouldn't get sent to a camp, you little liar!" Ming flinched at the last part, the little liar statement was boldâ€"for Hueyâ€"and it told her he was a little sore on being lied to. Huey surprised himself at the end, unsure as to why he even blurted that last part out. Presumably, he never got a chance to say it.
"Americans do what they have to do to win all the time," Ming pointed out.
"So? You're NOT American!" Huey acknowledged, a little cruel-mannered as well. Ming was a little taken back by his brutish manners, he was starting to sound Chinese in his bluntness. "I would like to be one, someday."
Huey completely ignored the statement, "You come here, you grab on my arm and you flirt with me for a day, then I'm supposed to answer if I love you?" Ming blinked in confusion, obviously customs were a little different here.
"Look Ming, there's two cultures we're talking about here, Western and Eastern, do I love you from one of those perspectives you mean? Cause in China if you have a crush on someone, that's like Love to you, here the term is used after you have a developed some tension between two people."
"Okay then fine!" Ming shouted back, "From a West and East perspective, do you love me?"
"…..From a Western perspective…..no," Huey said, Ming felt like her heart skipped a beat when he said it. Then she carefully locked eyes with himâ€"this time he didn't look away, "And from an Eastern perspective, Huey?"
Huey placed down his bags and folded his arms, thinking quickly before deciding on his answer. Huey could see the harm in her eyes from the first answer, and Ming slightly turned to the sideâ€"not wanting to face him as the next answer seemed as obvious as day and night.
"Huey…" She muttered, to herself really.
"Ming, from an Eastern perspective…..I d-….I…..do," He quietly said. Ming quickly turned around towards him, unsure if she heard right, "You what?!"
"I….do…..I do love you Ming," Huey said, almost shyly, "From an Eastern perspective." Ming looked shell-shocked for a minute, obviously thinking he would say 'No.' "Well…..then we're going to have to change thatâ€"I'm in the West now."
Ming slowly walked back to Huey and grabbed his hand, her face remaining neutral as she did it. Huey was trying his best to breathe accurately but he kept messing up and looking stressedâ€"which he was. Ming seemed almost robotic as she tugged him along, in complete silence. No longer was she as flirtatious about it and simply dragged him along like a guide. Huey tried to see her face but it was almost like she was deliberately hiding itâ€"he was hoping she wasn't crying.
"Ming," Huey said.
"Yes?" She replied, still hiding her face.
"…..Sorry about that," He slipped, trying not to sound weak about it. He could hear Ming sigh before she turned her face to him, luckily it was normal but it had a hint of suffering in her eyes.
"I do not like being held by my strings like that," Ming explained, obviously as a reference to her life back in China, "Please just tell me in the future, nicely, do not lead me on and scare meâ€"my people do that a lot." Huey felt even guiltier as she stared at him helplessly, _'Damn those genetically sad looking Asian eyelids, it's fucking torturous!'_
"Ming, from an Eastern perspective I lo-"
"I want you to love me universally, Huey," Ming explained, not wanting to hear his answer again, "And not for my looks either."
"That'll take time," Huey said, unsure even to himself as to why he kept pandering on the subject, "But I'm sure it'll work." Upon hearing this, Ming let out a somewhat irritated sigh before turning around and pulling him again.
"It does not bother you at all that I love you from the East and West perspective, and you do not return the favor?" Ming asked, walking towards the suburban houses and out from the mini-downtown. Huey didn't know how to reply to this, but of course it bothered himâ€"however he wouldn't reveal himself like that.
"Ming, do you know the Western perspective at all?" Huey asked.
Immediately Ming swiped her hand away from his and turned away from him, she quickly walked back home now ignoring him. Huey wanted to scold himself for saying that but it couldn't be helped, he quickened his pace to make sure she wouldn't get lost. Again, he tried to see her face but it was like she deliberately was hiding it as she kept straight.
They walked home at least 6 to 10 feet apart, with Huey trailing along in the back.
Ming and Huey approached the front door, with that question still tingling in both Huey's and Ming's head. He was desperately aching for that feeling againâ€"the one that emoted when Ming caressed his shoulder or eagerly tugged at his arm. Ming then finally broke the silence, unable to pretend to be mad at Huey any longer.
"Huey, I'm not mad at you," Ming said quietly, Huey gulped. "Perhaps you are correct, and I do not understand your Western waysâ€"which means I do not qualify for the status you granted me from an East perspective."
"It's alright, I wasn't bitter," Huey reassured, digging in his pocket for the keys. Ming nodded and stepped aside from the door, letting Huey place the key inside and unlock it. They were both hopeful that Granddad and Riley weren't hereâ€"mainly because Riley would be as offensive as possible and Granddad wouldn't shut up about her being Chinese and all.
Huey opened the front door and stepped inside with his bags, Ming followed him to the kitchen as they immediately put away their groceries. After doing so, Huey checked around the house to see if Granddad and Riley was hereâ€"unfortunately Riley was still playing with his PSP in the boy's room.
"Oh it's you, whacha want? Riley asked, looking up for only a moment at Huey before back at his game. Huey sighed and looked around, noticing the sheets on his bed had been replaced with a bunch of silky red and yellow sheets and quiltsâ€"obviously mimicking the PRC flag with the nicely stitched on stars.
"What happened to my bed?" Huey asked, before glaring at the suddenly different walls, "And our room?!"
"Granddad had some niggas over here changin' yo' quilts and posters," Riley explained, almost sounding indifferent about it. Huey observed his oddly changed room; the original was a little bland with a couple portraits of Malcolm X and Martian Luther King Jr. scattered aroundâ€"but now it had a huge portrait of Mao, oddly above his computer's wall.
Accompanied with the familiar image was generic propaganda posters of a generic Chinese man in odd red and black silhouette, taking a hammer and sickle and smashing what appeared to be the Capitol of Washington D.C.â€"thick glaring words at the top read:
"**Fight for Communism and Socialismâ€"Defeat the Western Capitalists!"**
Huey grinned at its old school manner, such a poster wouldn't be as common in modern day Socialist-labeled, Communist-run, but a massive 'beacon of Capitalism' type country like China anymore. He had to admit, it was a cool relic despite his disagreements with it. The other posters weren't even Chinese, they were Russian, and usually bland with more people 'working' and advocating for Socialism or Communism. Huey couldn't help but chuckled at a humorous _Rocky 4_ poster with Drago socking Rocky in the face with his glowing red shorts against the stripped red and blue ones Balboa had on.
"I feel like it's the the Red Scare era and I'm in Moscow," Huey commented to himself. Riley looked over at him and rolled his eyes, "Niggas don't know shit about dis' Communism and shit, it's that Ying-Yang girl's fault."
"I doubt she requested this," Huey said, dismissing that notion. "And her name is Ming."
"Then why da' fuck did Granddad put it up, Huey?" Riley explained, personally a little sour about his rap posters gone. Huey ignored him as he walked to the door, before glancing back at Riley, "Where is Granddad anyways?"
"At the store," Huey said stubbornly, trying to focus on his game.
Before Huey could walk out he nearly ran into Ming, the girl quickly stepped back and motioned for Huey to pass her. "Sorry, I should look out better."
"No, it's alright, I was coming to get you." Huey said, walking back into the room and jumping into the computer chair. Ming quickly walked in, spotting Riley and nodding her head towards himâ€"he smirked but then looked back down at his game.
Ming frowned before shrugging her shoulders and looked over at Huey, who was busy taking off his shoes. Huey found himself staring at her, unable to look away at timesâ€"her figure was so thin and childlike but her face was glaringly attractive to him. Her entire existence was arousing him, the red and yellow colors she wore made it even better: _'She's like a Communist princessâ€"overriding me.'_
Ming was looking around the roomâ€"a look of disgust plastered on her faceâ€"before looking back at Huey. Despite looking at him, she could tell Huey wasn't aware and was presumably checking her out. She blushed a little before letting out a sharp coughâ€"which quickly forced Huey's eyes to lock with her own before he jumped and turned around in embarrassment. Ming's familiar glare came back to her, with a little smile tucked at the end of her lipsâ€"but then it quickly faded as she remembered why she looked at him in the first place.
"Huey, what is with the posters?" Ming asked.
"Oh ah-, uh….I don't know!" Huey stammered, turning around in his chair, "Dammit Ming!" Ming was a little startled by that quick comment, "Hey, what did I do?"
"S-Sorry, nothing, just shit on my mind that's all," Huey explained. Ming looked at the ground for a second before back at Huey, quickly looking over at Riley who was also staring at her for other reasons. "Hey Black boy, why are these posters in this room?"
"Black boy?!" Riley shrieked, looking over at Huey in disbelief who didn't seem to care. "You say 'niggas', not Black boy, not Negro, or Nig-gers!" Huey then angrily looked over at Riley who kept scolding her, Ming was at first offended but she just rolled her eyes as she realized Huey didn't seem to be putting up with it either.
"Okay, look, shut up," Ming ordered, Riley was fell off his bed when he heard her say that, "I just want to know why you put the posters up?"
"I think Granddad did that to make you feel at home," Huey said, he however frowned at Ming's somewhat angry frown when he said it. "Granddad did it because he's a gay-ass nigga who hates 50 cent," Riley stubbornly said before looking back at Ming, "Besides, ain't you a chink? Tis' shit should be like home for you."
"No, I don't like this at all!" Ming angrily said, turning over to Huey and spotting the massive portrait of Mao, "And I hate that fat, tubby, stupid, mass-murdererâ€"my family will never forgive the People's Republic!" Riley scratched his head in confusion before snapping his fingers at Huey, "Da fuck is the squinted-eyed bitch talkin' bout?"
"Shut up Riley," Huey said before looking over at the fuming me. He could see hurt in her eyes.
"Why would you Americans willingly put this up? You like Socialism? Or Communism? My nation only became rich recently because of Capitalism!" Ming argued, to which Huey put up a hand to silence her.
"Firstly, I didn't agree to this, secondly Granddad doesn't even know what he put up, and thirdly, Americans like everything besides what they already are. Some of us want big Socialism, even though we constantly whine that we don't trust the Government. Some of us, mainly broke people, want Communismâ€"even though it didn't work wellâ€"others want Capitalism and to let the corps rule. It just depends on our moods for the day, pay no mind."
"This propaganda I never thought I'd see here, it just bothers me," Ming groaned before looking at Huey, "People like my Auntie and Uncle and many others in my family are now dead because of the facist Governmentâ€"they killed them on the June 4th massacre, you probably haven't heard about it. They lie to the world and my people about it every day, and they're even trying to change it in our textbooks!"
"Change it?" Huey questioned, "If the Government controls everything then why would they write it that way in the first place?" Ming shook her head, "No, no, no, I mean usâ€"as Hong Kongersâ€"they're trying to change. We may be Chinese but we're not with the PRC, at least my family isn't, but my Grandfather is. He abducted me to Shanghai but I was born and raised in Hong Kong."
"Hong Kong isn't in China?" Riley asked.
"Noâ€"well yesâ€"it's a city in China but it's like a local Government that rules over itself and the Communist Chinese don't get a say," Huey explained, to which Ming rolled her eyes, "They don't get a sayâ€"_yet_." Riley didn't seem to understand at all and as Huey tried to explain again, Riley shooed him away.
"Okay, I don't get dis' shit at all," Riley said.
"It's like Puerto Rico and America, or the Falkland Islands and England, or-"
"Nigga, SHUT UP! This ain't school, blud!" Riley complained, jumping up from his bed and approached Ming. The Chinese girl carefully stood her place, unsure what Riley was even doing. Riley then put his hand in a 'chopping' like shape and smacked it into his other hand, "Aite, don't nobody gives a shit 'bout no China, 'bout no Hong Kong, 'bout no Kung-Fu, or 'bout no Fortune Cookies, 'bout no massacre or shit!"
Ming angrily glared at him when he mentioned the massacre bit but then quickly frowned, "Wait…you do 'not' give a shit about 'no China'….so you DO care about China? And what? Fortune what's?
"Bitch, don't play dumb with me! Means nobody gives a shit!" Riley scolded to which Huey got up off his feet and quickly karate chopped Riley in the neckbone, forcing him to cry out and fall to the ground.
"AHH! HUEY YOU GAY ASS NIGGA, WAT DA FUCK!"
"You deserved it," Huey groaned. Ming put her hands on his left shoulder and leaned into his ear, "Thank you very much."
"Anytime," Huey said, this time not pushing her away. He carefully placed her aside and sat back in his chair, leaning back and throwing his feet on the desk. "Anyways, Riley was right in one aspect and I think you would agree, you're not in China anymore."
"Yes," Ming quickly agreed.
"In that case, we'll remove some of the postersâ€"especially the fatass in front of meâ€"but keep the minor ones up so that we don't hurt Granddad's feelings," Huey explained, to which Ming nodded and looked over at the picture of Mao with a mischievous smile. "The fatass, Mao is? Correct?" Huey nodded and sat back in his seat, "Get rid of it." Ming quickly rushed passed the downed Riley and yanked the somewhat heavy painting from the wall. With one hand she pushed open the window and held the heavy painting in the other. She then held it out the window before looking back at Huey,
"For America, right?" Ming asked him, jokingly.
"For Black America," Huey corrected, with a stern face but Ming could tell it was a joke.
"And the Asia of America, correct?" She asked. Huey's stern face cracked into a smile, "I thought you hated the Asian Americans?" Ming shrugged before glancing at the portrait and glaring back at Huey, with an anarchist like feeling erupting inside of her.
"I think we can agree on this," Ming said, and without waiting for Huey's reply she tossed the painting of Mao like a Frisbee out the window. She eagerly watched as it's wooden edges propelled the painting down to the ground and with a somewhat loud 'crash', the frame busted and the picture landed face first on the grass.
"Not very climatic," Huey commented, suddenly standing next to her.
"Not for you maybe, I'm satisfied however," Ming reported with a gleaming smile. "You don't know how lucky you are to be able to do something like this and not be taken away to an 'undisclosed' location. Sometimes we really hate you Americans," Ming said crudely, leaving the window frame.
"You hate Americans because we're not doing this?" He asked.
"Why else?" Ming glared at him, "You complain about everything good you got, you wonder why so many Asians are moving to California?" Huey shrugged, "I'm still a Black American however, so its not entirely the s-"
"Mr. Obama is the President, correct?" Ming asked, quickly cutting him off. Huey looked at her before rolling his eyes, "Yes he is."
"If you're such an oppressed people, then how do one of your own become the ruler of America before any other group in America besides White people?" Ming asked, a little irritably to Huey who didn't believe he could explain himself accurately to a foreigner.
"No answer, as always from some Black Americans," Ming said before giving him a sly look, "Perhaps if you tried hard like usâ€"like Obama did who went to school Indonesia and lived in Asian communityâ€"then you all will be prosperous."
"Yo, what is she talkin' 'bout? Riley asked, gripping his neck bone in pain.
"Listen to his bad English, you do not hear Smart Black people speak as such," Ming teased, knowing she was correct and hearing the truth was admittedly annoying to Hueyâ€"if it wasn't coming from a black person.
"Shut up, Riley," Huey groaned.
"Not that I think Black-English is bad, but often I hear stupid ones use it," Ming said before placing a hand on his shoulder, causing the boy to look up at her, "At least you do not use it so often."
"Black-English? Is she talkin' 'bout how niggas talk in the hood?! Huey blud, she's dissing niggas and hella part-nahs! Huey you wannabe Chinese!" Riley shouted at him, to which Huey tried his best to ignore Riley but Ming kept laughing every time he spoke.
"If only you tried like my people did, you already have more popularity in America than us, you'd be on top of the world by now," Ming joked, to which Huey quickly slapped her on the hipâ€"motioning for her to stop.
"Alright, I get it, stop talking about it," Huey said, a little sourly .
-Dinner Timeâ€"
"I just love American food, it is too bad it makes you so fat!" Ming said as she eagerly chowed down on the chicken wing. She quickly reached over and grabbed another biscuit and used her other hand to grab the huge glass pitcher of strawberry soda. The Freemans watched humorously as she simultaneously refilled her drink and dropped two biscuits on her plate.
"I think you've had enough food, Ming," Huey said.
"No she hasn't, she needs more of it," Mr. Freeman said, eating the greens from his plate, "She's as thin as a stick."
"Yes, I better stop," Ming said, placing down the food and shoving it forwards. It wasn't worth it anyways, she already ate about half the food at the table. "In China, food like this is expensive if its homemade, and my Grandfather wouldn't get it anyways."
"What y'all eat in China?" Mr. Freeman asked.
"Everything is rice, rice and occasionally pig or duck," Ming smiled.
"Shucks girl, sound's fascinating!" Mr. Freeman enthusiastically said before sniffing around for a second, "Smells like our yellow cake is ready, I hope you like chocolate!" Ming clasped her hands together and let out a 'ooh', as Huey and Riley watched her carefully.
"Don't eat too much," Huey warned, sipping on his drink.
"Why? You tryin' keep da' bitch skinny?" Riley asked, causing Huey to quickly place his drink down and glare at him, annoyed. Riley confusingly looked back before glancing over at the also irritated Ming but she was quickly fascinated with something else. "I'm just sayin', I don't want no fat hoes either."
"Who said she was my hoe?" Huey asked.
"She did," Riley cleverly replied before looking over at Ming, "Ain't that right?" Ming looked over her biscuit and smiled at Riley, "Hoe? Why do you call me a gardening tool? You're so funny with your names." Riley snickered uncontrollably as Huey looked at him with pity, "Your objectification of women is disturbing." Huey could sense Ming was staring at him again, with that now familiar lovable smile of hers.
"Ming, to be a hoe, means you're a sex-slave of sorts," Huey explained, quickly followed by a frown from Ming.
"No, No, I-"
"Wait, I don't mean like Nanking or anything," Huey explained, getting an 'oh' from Ming before a raised browâ€"impressed he knew about that, "More like a girl that follows her master around and preforms sex acts for him."
"Does she do it willingly?" Ming asked, "Like a whore or something?"
Riley accidentally spit out his drink in laughter. Ming and Huey annoyingly glanced over at him before turning back to each other. "Well, sorta. In this case he means…..like a girl in a harem, she's not doing it for the money like a whore, and she's doing it willingly….sometimes. Hoe in this case means a very submissive sex partner," Huey continued, trying to not get into the details.
"Oh, like a personal sex servant," Ming said, breaking back into her smile, "Okay so that's how you say that here, a hoe." Riley finally calmed down enough to speak and pointed at her, "So Mi-Ming, you his hoe?!" Ming smirked and stuck her tongue out at him, before looking over at an angry Huey.
"Riley, seriously, shut the fuck up," Huey said angrily, before pointing his finger at him. "I'm not going to put up with this anymore."
"Hell-nah! Tis' shit is too good!" Riley giggled, grabbing a drink to calm himself down.
"Calm down, Huey," Ming warned, with her smile as she rested her chin on her hands. Huey angrily looked over at her, his expression quickly changed by her own. She smiled at him before lowering her brow and giving him a suggestive grin, "I wouldn't mind being your hoe, as a matter of fact I'd like to be yours now."
"MING! Don't say that!" Huey warned, feeling conflicted by her projecting. They both could hear Riley burst into even bigger laughter before he fell on the floor, much to the annoyance of Huey and to the happiness of Ming.
"You have no idea what you just said, Ming," Huey groaned, glaring back at her in a tiresome stare. Ming rolled her eyes and laughed, returning the stare with a grin, "You just explained it, okay I do not consider myself your sex-slave. But I'm a slave to your figure…..and surely…"
"Ming," Huey warned.
"And surely…..heh…you know," Ming laughed.
"Don't tell me," Huey said. "Honestly Ming, I can't control myself when you talk to me like this."
"Oh you can't?" Ming asked, her smile widening, "Good, because surely I want to have sex with you, and we will."
"Holy shit, nigga!" Riley laughed, patting Huey on the back. "Y'know, I never thought you'd nag one but you did! You gotz yo-self a hoe!" Huey pushed Riley's head away and pointed a figure at Ming, "Don't string me around this way, I don't laugh at those kind of jokes." Ming's smile quickly sunk to an annoyed glare, "Who said anything about jokes?"
"You want to be my hoe?" Huey asked, a little out of himself.
"S-Sure," She commented quietly.
"Fine, be my hoe for the rest of the night," Huey said.
"Here we go!" Mr. Freeman cheered, putting the hot yellow cake covered in chocolate fudge on the table. Riley immediately cut off his act and grabbed the knife, but Ming and Huey continued to stare each other downâ€"Ming feeling a little pressured by Huey's authoritarian glare. At the same time she blushed, Huey was so masculine in his attitude compared to Chinese boys. She tilted her head back, as if she wanted to break the stare-off, but Huey remained solidâ€"then lifting an eyebrow.
"Here, you can have the first piece Ming!" Mr. Freeman said, holding the hot cake on top of the knife cutter, waiting for Ming to notice him. She realized he was offering her something but she didn't want to break her stare with Huey.
"Ming, take your cake," Huey said, sternly. Ming quickly snapped out of her trance and looked at the confused Mr. Freeman holding the cake slice. "Oh yes, sorry!" She grabbed her plate and held it out for him to drop it on. She then placed it back down and slowly began to eat it, knowing that Huey continued to glare at her as he ate his own piece.
"Ming, this is the only piece of cake you will eat," Huey stated, eating his own cake. Mr. Freeman shoved his elbow into Huey's shoulder before lecturing him, "Don't you tell a lady how to eat, that's bein' a bad boy!" Ming carefully watched them before Huey sighed and looked back at him, "Aren't I training her? I need to control her diet and physical work-out, Granddad. That's why she's here, right?"
'_Oh that's right, I am here for that,'_ Ming remembered.
"Okay, kid…but be nice," Mr. Freeman said, immediately followed by Huey arising from his table. "Ming, you're done eating, finish up the cake quickly and meet me in my room." Ming nodded, still being caught off guard by his authority. Riley then snapped his fingers, "Hey wait, you ain't sleepin' in thereâ€"you don't gotz a' bed!"
"Oh yeah, either you or Riley gotta get a quilt, the lady takes your bed," Mr. Freeman explained, even though Huey didn't seem to care at all and impatiently waited for Ming. The Chinese girl shoveled the cake and washed it down with the soda before she pushed her chair in and ran to the side of Huey, who started his way up the stairs. Mr. Freeman and Riley looked at them before back at each other, a look of confusion on Mr. Freeman's face and a look of humor on Riley's.
"This isn't so bad, it's how you're supposed to be treating me anyways . We're here to train," Ming said, opening the door for Huey. The boy grabbed her by her shoulder and softly pulled her inside the room, Ming blushed at his sudden aggressiveness.
"I'm only doing this because I want you to know what kind of demon you're messing with here," Huey said, closing the door and locking it. Ming gulped upon hearing the loud locking sound, she clasped her hands together and stepped back a bit as Huey turned around. She could read a conflicting expression of guilt and suppression.
"Put your hands to your sides," Huey said, noticing them clasped together. Ming didn't realized she even had then clasped, she had been so uncomfortable with this. But at the same time, she was curious as to what Huey was going to do to her.
Hit her?
Fuck her?
"I said put your hands to your sides!" Huey told her, loudly. She quickly realized her error and snapped her arms to her sides like a soldier. "Huey, what are you going to do?"
"Don't question me, I told you, you like to fuck with me, right?" Huey asked, approaching Ming and standing right in front of her. His eyes were piercing her own, she was going to endure whatever he was about to do. Ming uncomfortably nodded, to which Huey took as an acceptance.
"You're my hoe, and you're going to do what I say," Huey demanded, reaching out and putting his hand on her hip. Ming immediately blushed at this action, and she stuttered for her replyâ€"his hand burned with new feelings of freedom against her hips.
"Y-Yes, you can do whatever you want," Ming said, blushing madly, "We can do what we want, here."
"Put your hand on my crotch," Huey demanded, in an ever deeper, and unfamiliar voice. Ming's excitement spiked, she had fantasies about such moments like these. She quickly placed her hand on his stomach, to which Huey gripped her thigh a little harshly.
"Ehh!" Ming quenched, feeling his grip.
"I said my crotch, don't pretend like you don't want it," Huey reminded her, to which Ming quickly snapped her hand down and grabbed his nether regions in his pants. Due to its bagginess, it was a little hard to feel it but she could make out somethingâ€"something hard.
She wanted to squeal as his hand slid down and cupped the cheeks of her posterior, squeezing and tugging them as he did. She was always told back in China that she had a better ass than the rest of the girls, although in America she doubted that meant much. _'Hopefully he's satisfied with it!_' She thought, Huey and his neutral glare analyzing her jittering smile as she looked up at the ceiling and jerked with each grope.
"P-Please Huey, you're teasing me!" Ming whispered loudly, as his hand reached the other way and brushed against her pussy through her tightly fitted sweat pants. "Have you done this before?" Ming questioned, scarcely.
"Don't ask questions," He demanded, feeling Ming's once idle hand now cup and move around the size of his own cock. Huey couldn't help but smirk from this, he felt so on-top and in controlâ€"she was his and she was willing.
"Alright, cut it out," Huey said, retracting his hand from her body. Ming snapped out of her trance and looked at him disapprovingly, feeling Huey forcefully remove her hand from his bulge. She got lost in his beautiful dark almond eyes, an eye color she envied.
"Huey, what did we just do?" Ming asked, dreamily.
"We just did what I wanted us to do, and we're not finished," Huey said, putting his hands behind her head. As Ming felt him locked her in she knew exactly what was coming next, much to her disbelief as Huey leaned in and puckered his lips. She was amazed at the fact that he kept his eyes open but she couldn't bring herself to do it and quickly closed her eyes as their lips locked.
She flustered in happiness and surprise as what felt like years of sexual maturity and suppression bursting out of their minds, Ming's arms wrapped around his body and she suddenly entrusted him with her own body, and then his tongueâ€"oh his fucking tongueâ€"began to lick wildly inside her mouth. He tasted like chocolate, and so did she to Huey. _'~He's fucking perfect!~'_ Ming thought, rubbed her hands against his back, _'~I really wish he would grope me like that again!~'_
Unfortunately, she felt Huey's lips begin to react from her own and she attempted to push her mouth towards his to counter-act it but Huey made sure the kiss was broken. Huey watched as Ming tried to push her puckered lips against his now separate ones, her body squeezing into his and her expression reveal her weaknesses exclusively to him.
'_She likes it when she's cared for, she lacks love in her life,'_ Huey observed, as Ming slowly opened her eyes and sighed, still leaching onto his body. She really wished he would do something with his hands besides grab her head. Her pussy had barely been touched and her ass wasn't the only thing that needed his groping, she then tried to rub his own crotch but Huey stepped away.
"We're done, I only did this to show you what you were trying to tease out of me," Huey explained, disappointing himself as he adjusted his collar and pulled down his shirt. Ming literally fell to knees in need, clasping her hands together and bowing towards him, "No no! We were going so well, you kissed me! You love me!"
"I'm still unsure about a couple of twelve year olds like us doing this, and this still is the first day," Huey said, walking over to the dresser to change into his pajamas. "You kiss pretty well, you're no longer my hoe now."
"But I want to be your hoe! If this is what it brings, I want it!" Ming shouted at him, sounding like someone desperate for water. "Huey, we love each other! We could strip and do it right now!" Ming jumped to her feet and attempted to pull up her shirt but Huey grabbed the bottom and prevented her.
"Calm down, we don't have any condoms so we couldn't anyways," Huey explained, "We're not ready."
"We ARE!" Ming cried, Huey could see tears begin to form in her eyes, "Don't cry Ming, it's not that big of a deal." He then felt her clasp onto his ankles like a sick puppy, luckily she wasn't crying that much but she was surely desperate.
"You turn me on like this and I am not even rewarded," Ming whined, feeling her sexual maturity burst inside of her, "You have no idea what I did to myself while thinking of you!"
"Ming, not tonight," Huey said, again, "Granddad and Riley are here and I won't get caught if I do agree to do it."
"F-Fine!" Ming angrily retorted, jumping to her feet and resting her head against her palm. Huey watched her as she sadly climbed into her bedâ€"or hisâ€"and sat there, with a still fading blush on her face and her now sweaty skin.
"Huey, can we talk about it?" Ming asked.
"…..Sure," He replied, taking off his shirt. "Did you do this to another girl before? You seem very good at it," Ming asked, to which Huey immediately nodded his head, "Yeah, a couple times to a girl named Jasmine, but she's too thick to get through and she rejected me plenty of times, I've been controlling my hormones since…."
"Oh, well you don't need to control yourself with me, Huey," Ming said, blushing as she quickly fantasized on the once real feeling of Huey groping her private aspects.
"Thanks for the warning, I'm glad you enjoyed the demo," Huey said, putting on a t-shirt and pulling down his pants to reveal his shorts.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
"Aite, wha'yall doin' in there! Huey, we ain't got any condoms!"
"Riley, shut up!" Huey shouted, swinging the door open. Huey then looked back at Ming on the bed, "You see why?"
"I see," Ming said softly, watching Riley enter the room as he made little gun gestures towards her. She rolled her eyes and smiled as she laid on Huey's bed, knowing Huey was out to get blankets. The black boy came back and he closed the door and locked it, before shutting off the main lights in the room with the exception of a lamp.
Suddenly three pairs of clothes flew by, swinging onto his shoulder, followed by a laughing Chinese girl underneath her covers. He picked them off, one pair of sweat pants, another item which was her shirt…..and her panties. He smirked before tossing all three in the hamper.
"I wouldn't suggest doing anything with yourself Ming, you'll make too much noise," Huey warned, confusing Riley but he quickly blew it off. Huey placed down the blankets on the floor and the pillow in front of it.
"We can sleep together, Huey," She said, but Huey quickly rejected.
"I'll save that for the '_night'_, we're prepared," Huey explained, much to the curiosity of Riley who wasn't catching on.
"When will that be?" Ming comically asked.
"Whenever you're ready to present me with the protection," Huey replied with a smirk, sinking into his own covers on the floor. Riley reached over and turned off the lamp, darkening the room.
"Y'all talkin' 'bout a bank heist?" Riley asked.
"No, shut the fuck up," They said in unison.