Merry Christmas everyone :) I hope you had a good one? I know I did! I FINALLY got The Karate Kid on DVD. Woot Woot!

And I hope you realized that no reviews = no new chapter. lol :P

Winking at each other in the hallways, rubbing our feet together under the table at lunch, sneaking into closets at school to make out...I mean kiss.

This has been going on for a few weeks now.

That's also including the sneaking out to the park at night to see each other and the time we get teaching dance or Kung fu.

The Kung Fu has been improving. He got a little mad when I actually flipped him over and pinned him down the ground. But I also got a little mad when he mastered some of the dance moves that I practiced for YEARS to get right. We were both quick learners.

It's been going great. I don't think anything could bring me down right now.

I'm so glad the school doesn't serve cooked bugs." I said, examining my food. Cheng giggled.

A carrot hit him in the back of the head and he right away looked like he was about to kill somebody. He quickly turned around and saw his friends motioning for him to come sit with him. He sighed and shook his head with a apologetic smile.

"You can go sit with them ya know." I said.

"Are you trying to get rid of me, Parker?" He asked. I quickly shook my head and he laughed. Why would I ever try to get rid of him? I want him to be around me 24/7.

"We're getting pretty serious, huh?" I asked him. He nodded. I grabbed onto my soda. "We should continue to get closer and closer."

"...you mean like...sex?" He asked, bluntly. I spit out my soda all over the table. Some of went down the wrong pipe in my throat and I began coughing. I grabbed the rest of my soda and began chugging it down to help the coughing. People were staring at me, the person who spitted soda out all over the table and a coughing and choking mess. I slammed the can down on the table when I was done drinking it and breathed heavily.

I looked up at Cheng and he was just staring at me.

"A simple 'no' would of been fine." He said.

Cheng's P.O.V

"It's not that I don't wanna! You just caught me off guard!" Dre was still defending himself about the "sex" thing even during the walk home after school. I was just nodding and trying not to smile.

We made it to my house and I dug into my pocket, searching for my key.

Uh oh.

"I can't find my key." I pouted. Dre seemed pleased.

"No prob! Just come home with me." I smiled. "But my mom is home and when she is home there is never any fun to have and most likely we would just be sitting there doing nothing, bored to death."

"What will we do?" I asked. He walked back and forth, pacing. He had his "serious thinking" face on. He then smiled evilly and grabbed my hand, pulling me through the streets of Beijing. "Hey! Pull any harder then my arm might fall off!" I yelled.

We came across a gaurd and he had us hiding in a bush. Why are we hiding? Gaurds do not do anything but gaurd buildings. They are not allowed to move or talk.

"Dre?" I asked. He shushed me. He had us creeping through the bushes like ninjas. I was trying my hardest not to laugh. He is such a goof. He grabbed onto my hand again and we zoomed pass the gaurd.

"DON'T KILL US!" He yelled at him. The gaurd just stood there as still as a rock. I could no longer hold on in my laughter.

We ran all over town. He had us running through that park where the water shoots up out of the ground randomly and soaks you. He held me by the waist so I could not move and be forced to get sprayed by the water.

Dre's P.O.V

More browsing around and we finally arrived at an arcade. He hopped onto one of those dancing games and he started browsing through the songs. One a song started playing I thought he was going to be the one dancing but he hopped off and pushed me on it.

"Right now?" I asked. He nodded and smiled. I shrugged. As soon as the rapping started I got into it. He was clapping along with the beat and had the biggest smile on his face. The music stopped and the game told me that I was a "Winner". The next song started and I grabbed onto Cheng's arm and pulled him up. He tried to protest but I demanded that he danced.

"Dre, I do not know enough." He pouted.

"Don't worry, you'll do fine." I assured him. He seemed uneasy.

"Well...okay." He sighed and waited for the music to start. I knew he was going to do good but I kneww there was no possible way he could beat me. I taught him everything he knows. But as soon as the music picked up it's beat...he started dancing and WOW!

He was doing moves I taught him...but WAY better than I do. First it started out as normal hip hop dancing...but then he started doing moves that were too sexy to be legal. Moves that involve moving your hips a lot, moves that you think only girls would look good doing but he did it better than any girl I have ever seen. I could only stand there, wide eyed, drooling.

The music ended and the game said "You are hot!"...well...that game was not a liar. He hopped down and stood next to me, smiling ear to ear.

"...phew!" I said. I didn't know what else to say, I was speechless. "I..uh...don't remember teaching you THAT!"

I need to train for Kung Fu more. He's already ahead of me with dancing.

"I mean...like...that's American dancing." I told Cheng. We were on top of a large building, looking at Beijing. Everyone looked like tiny ants from where we stood.

"You should form a group, and have other people dancing in the back, copying what you are doing." I told Cheng. I was making him blush.

"Nooooo." He giggled. He glanced down at his watch...and I swear it looked like he saw a ghost. "I am late!" He yelled.

"For what?"

"TRAINING!"

"Kung Fu training?"

"YES!"

"Oh shit."

"My father was coming to watch me today!" He freaked out.

After about 20 minutes of running around town, we finally made it to the Beijing Academy of Kung Fu. I told him I would wait for him after training. He argued, but I wasn't gonna take no for an answer.

Cheng's P.O.V

I ran into the dressing room and got dressed as quickly as possible. I made my way out to the studio. All together, I was about 40 minutes late. I spotted my father right away, sitting in a chair in the corner. I could tell he was angry. Lang and Sho were battling eachother on the stage, Master Li sat there in his chair. He spotted me. I slowly walked up to him and bowed my head.

"You are late, Cheng." He said sternly.

"My apologies." I whispered.

"You will not participate today. You show up late, you will not participate. Go home." He said.

Dre's P.O.V

He was only in there for about 10 minutes, then I saw him and his father exit the school. His dad was pulling him by his arm.

"Cheng." I said softly as they passed by me.

"I am sorry, Dre. I cannot talk right now." He cried. His father opened the backseat door and pushed him inside. He slammed the door shut and walked around to the driver's seat. Cheng looked out the window at me. He looked scared to death. Something was wrong, I've been in trouble with my mom before and I was never THAT scared. Before I knew it, the car was speeding off.

This is all my fault. He is in trouble with his dad because of me. I made him late.

I began to walk home, head hung low and my hands in my pockets. I was close to home but I did not want to go home yet. I decided to sit down in the park on me and Cheng's bench. There were a few people at the park. Not as many people as there is in the morning and early afternoon.

I then heard a familiar voice say hi to me. I looked up and saw Mei Ying.

"Hey." I replied.

Like last time, she sat down next to me.

"Are you alright, Dre?" She asked.

I sighed. How am I suppose to express myself to her? I don't really know her, but she seems trustworthy and she does know a lot about Cheng's life.

"Mei Ying, what do you know about Cheng's dad?" I asked her.

"Well, I know he was born and raised here in Beijing. As a young boy, his father made him take Karate. He never did like Karate, so when he was a teenager he took up Kung Fu and loved it. He loves the fact that Cheng loves it too." She told me.

"Was he ever hard on Cheng about Kung Fu?" I asked her.

"No, not at all. Every time Cheng messed up, his father assured him that it was alright and that he would get it right the next time."

"So...he's a loving dad?"

"From what I remember, yes. He was always hugging Cheng and kissing him. I have never seen such a loving father in my life, besides my own father of coarse."

This didn't make any sense. If he was such a loving father...why was he dragging Cheng by the arm earlier and pushing him harshly into the car?

"Me Ying." I said. "After Cheng's mom died, you said Cheng changed. That he became a bully and stuff."

"Correct." She said.

"Well...did you notice a change in his dad?" I asked her.

She paused. "I never really saw his father again after Cheng's mother's death. He did not associate with people...Why are you asking these questions? Is something wrong with Cheng's father?"

"Do you think that maybe, just maybe, Cheng changed because of his father. What if...after his mom's death, his dad became very angry and..."

I was having trouble finishing the sentence. She looked at me confused.

"...hurt Cheng. A lot. Like everyday." I finished.

"Wait, are you telling me that you think Cheng's father is abusing him?" She asked. "Because I cannot see that happening, he was a very loving father.

"Was a very loving father, just like you said Cheng was really nice before his mom died." I said.

She sat there for a moment...then a single tear fell from her eye.

"Oh my...it makes sense. His father is abusive. That would explain why Cheng is always getting bruises. Like that one he had on his face not to long ago.

I shook my head. "He got that from his master."

She shook her head as well. "His master is not allowed to hit them that hard. Just a smack, if he was to leave a bruise than he would get fired."

So, Cheng lied to me. It wasn't his master that left that mark. It was his father.

The next day at school, I didn't see Cheng untill lunch. He was walking past the cafeteria, obviously trying to avoid me. I ran up behind him.

"Cheng!" I yelled. He stopped.

"Hey, Dre." He said softly.

I started walking towards him slowly.

"What happened last night?"

"Nothing."

"Look at me."

"I need to go use the restroom."

"CHENG!" I was suprised I yelled.

"FINE!" I was suprised HE yelled. He quickly turned around and I saw it. I saw his lip. It was busted up really bad.

"Holy shit." I walked up to him. "What the fuck happened."

"I ran into a wall." He sighed.

"Don't give me that! There will be no more 'I ran into a wall' or 'I ran into a pole' stories. I'm not stupid! You didn't run into anything! Someone punched you and I know who! Your dad. And he did it the last time too, NOT your master." I yelled.

"So what! It is just a busted lip!" He yelled back.

"Do you hear yourself when you talk?" That was a serious question. He seemed to find it as sarcasm.

"Just shut up, Dre." He said.

"I'm trying to help! You need to tell someone!"

"NO!"

"WHY NOT?"

"I AM ALL HE HAS!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.

What the fuck. Is he seriously standing up for that bastard?

"Are you seriously standing up for that bastard?" I said my thoughts.

"My mom...is DEAD, Dre. I am literally all he has and if I tell someone then I get taken away and he will have NOTHING left." He explained.

"It's what he deserves if he is going to beat you everyday."

"You just do not understand." He said coldly.

"You're right. I don't. You make no sense to me." I scowled. "It's pretty stupid to defend someone who treats you like that."

"Fuck you." He cried and walked off. I sighed. Why did I say that? I followed him into the restroom.

"I didn't mean that." I said.

"Of coarse you did." He said, examining his lip in the mirror. "Dre, you have a loving mother?" He asked. I nodded. "Well, what if she started hurting you after your father died, hmmm? But she still tells you that she was sorry afterwards and she tells you how much she loves you and how you are the only thing she has left."

I sighed.

"I get what you are saying, I really do." I told him. "But you need to think of yourself...he could kill you."

He. Started. Laughing!

"Kill me?" He laughed. "That is a bit overdramatic."

"This is not a joke! I'm serious!" I yelled. He stopped laughing.

"Well then...that does not scare me at all." He sighed.

"Why not?" I asked.

He turned around, tears building up in his eyes.

"Because." He said, voice shakey. "I would not mind if I died, at all."

I felt faint. How could he say that?

"Woah, no no no." I whispered. I walked up to him and softly pushed him up against the wall. I stroked his cheek with the back of my hand. "Don't say that. Don't ever say that."

"I...I." He looked down. "I lo...lo."

I do not understand what he was trying to say.

He then just fell into my arms and began to cry.

Cheng is having a hard time telling Dre that he loves him -_-

Hope you liked the chapter? Review please!

Oh and BTW I totally know when and how I am going to bring Mr. Han into the story...and trust me it will be KICK ASS.

Merry Christmas :)