Brotherly Jay and Carlos stuff.

"Carlos?" Jay asked. He laid on his bed staring at the ceiling in his room. Carlos sat on his bed on his laptop. Dude laid close by him.

"Yeah?" Carlos asked, not looking away from his screen. "Can you do my homework for me?" Jay asked as he tilted his head to look at Carlos.

"No," Carlos answered. His fingers tapped on the keys of the keyboard making an annoying clicking sound.

"What are you doing?" Jay asked curiously. Carlos, whose eyes still locked onto the screen, answered with, "None of your business."

Jay gazed at the ceiling again. The wooden boards sometimes had interesting shapes on them. One looked like a screaming goat. Jay's phone dinged. He reached for his phone and checked it. Ben had sent a text.

'A pro tourney player is coming to the school tomorrow! Be prepared!'

He noticed on his phone it was 12:00 A.M.. He put his phone down and dozed off.

xXx

A whistle blew. "All right. Everybody come here!" Coach Jenkins shouted across the field. The players ran to him.

"Boys, meet Li Shang. A pro tourney player," Coach Jenkins announced. The teens stared in awe.

"Where? All I see is an old guy," a player said. The rest of them laughed. "Seems to me like we got a jokester in our midst," Shang said. His face looked stern.

"Drop and give me 20. All of you," he ordered and the team dropped. Carlos struggled a bit. He grunted while trying to push himself up. The others had completed their push-ups. Carlos was on his 12th. They all stared at him in amusement.

"He's not very athletic, is he?" Shang asked quietly to Coach Jenkins. "He can barely even lift his shield," Coach said.

"20!" Carlos shouted. He smiled and stood up and found his teammates, coach, and Shang staring at him. His smile dropped.

"Anyway," Shang began. "Being a tourney player means being a part of the team. If you can't commit to your part, you aren't right for playing tourney."

Carlos gulped in fear. "Now I would like to mentor one of you. Whoever I think is worthy will be chosen," Shang announced. The teens exclaimed in excitement.

"Alright, team. Let's show him what we got!" Coach Jenkins shouted. His whistle blew.

xXx

Their tourney practice had finished and Jay sat on the bleachers. Shang saw him and walked up to talk.

"Hey, Jay," Shang greeted. Jay looked up from his phone and smiled. "Hey, Mr. Li," he said. He put his phone away.

Shang sat down beside him. "You can call me Shang," he said. "So, how are you liking tourney so far?"

"It's great. Real fun," Jay answered. "Although, coach won't let me pummel anyone."

Shang laughed. "You were pretty good out there. I think I'll choose you to mentor," he said which made Jay feel proud.

"Sweet! Wait'll I tell Carlos!" Jay said.

Shang raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Carlos? You mean the shrimp who couldn't do a push-up?" He asked.

Something in Jay boiled with anger. He tried to let that feeling go. "Uh.. yeah," he said hesitantly.

"Look, I don't mean to sound rude, but isn't he an embarrassment?" Shang asked, making the flames in Jay burn more.

He kept silent, afraid to offend the pro tourney player. "You're a tourney player. You hang with jocks and the cheerleaders. Not Carlos. You can barely call him a jock," Shang commented.

"Huh," was all Jay could say. This dude was dissing his best friend and he just sat there, letting him do that. He had to do something.

"I think Carlos has gotten used to tourney. He really is doing better now," Jay tried to defend Carlos.

Shang chuckled. "I'll need to see it to believe it," he said. Carlos had done okay at practice, but it wasn't good enough for Shang.

"I think you should ditch the kid if you want to learn greatness from me." Shang left after that.

Jay watched him leave, while his thoughts were on what he had said. He picked up his backpack and left.

xXx

Jay laid on his bed again, staring at the ceiling. He remembered that Carlos actually said he would rather play band once. Good thing he convinced Carlos that band was for nerds and that jocks get all the girls.

Jay chuckled at that thought. Carlos walked in the room. He tossed his backpack on the floor and sat on his bed. Dude had followed him, like every other day, and sat on his lap. Carlos pet the furry dog which made both of them happy.

Jay sat up and stared at the two. "Carlos," he called. Carlos looked up from Dude to Jay. "Do you think you're good at tourney?"

Carlos sat there blank faces. He thought of what to say. "I... guess," he replied, unsure of his answer.

"Why do you ask?" he questioned. Jay thought for a moment. Should he tell Carlos about his talk with Shang? Well, he would've found out sooner or later.

"Shang talked to me earlier," Jay said. Carlos smiled. "That's great! Did he choose you?" He asked excitedly. Jay sat up.

"Well, kinda. He said that he would, but only if I... uh," Jay stopped mid-sentence. "If you what?" Carlos asked impatiently and curiously.

"If I ditch you," Jay answered. Dude whined. Carlos was surprised. "Oh," he said, trying to cover up his hurt feelings.

"Don't worry, Carlos. I'm not gonna ditch you," Jay reassured. Carlos though he heard wrong and frowned. "Wait, so you're just gonna give up a legendary pro tourney player as a mentor?" Carlos asked, as if he didn't want Jay to give that up.

"Yeah. What's not clear about that?" Jay asked in confusion to Carlos' reaction. "Jay, you're giving up the chance of a lifetime just so you could hang out with me," Carlos reminded him.

"I know. We're best friends, Carlos. What kind of best friend would I be if I decided to ditch you?" Jay asked rhetorically.

Carlos calmed down. He did have a point. "Besides, it's not really the chance of a lifetime," Jay added. Dude barked, which made Jay smile.

"See? Dude agrees with me," he said which made Carlos chuckle and pet the furry dog. "I guess you're right," he said.

Sorry for making Shang such a jerk, but I didn't know who else to put instead of him. Hopefully you people are satisfied with this one.