Dre's P.O.V
"Mr. Han?" I said, still standing in front of Cheng.
He ignored me. He still had ahold of Cheng's dad's hand. He then pushed his dad back.
"If you ever lay your hands on your son or any other child again, there will be consequences." Mr. Han said, voice low. He then turned around and looked at me and Cheng.
"Come on." He said and began walking away.
What the hell? Wasn't he going to kick his ass? That's it? That mother fucker deserves to be on the ground in pain, begging for it to end like Cheng is usually doing most likely.
Later that night...
"His father has been abusing him." My mom spoke on the phone to one of my relatives. "And he almost hit my baby too...because Dre was sticking up for his friend and wouldn't let his dad hit him...yeah I know. My boy has a big heart...well I was thinking he could stay with us for awhile. Maybe that dad of his could go get some help and he can have his son back, but until then...hell no. We are gonna keep him away from him."
I was looking at Cheng walk around my room. Picking up things like books, clothes, action figures, ect. He was acting like he was in a museum, amazed by every piece of art work he came across. I walked out of my room to see if my mom was still talking about the situation on the phone.
"This gentlemen named Mr. Han saved them. I think he gave that man a real ass whoopin'." She said over the phone.
I rolled my eyes because he didn't.
He was over here for a little while. Explaining to my mom what happened, explaining Cheng's situation. He convinced her that Cheng needed a place to stay. He would talk to his father and tell him that he needed to go get some help.
My mom hung up the phone finally.
"Cheng!" She yelled. He immediately appeared in the room. "How about we go get your stuff tomorrow, hmmm?"
He nodded. He hasn't really said anything to my mom yet. I've never noticed until now, but he doesn't really like to talk to adults.
He walked away and went back into my room. My mom raised an eyebrow. I rolled my eyes once again at her and followed Cheng into my room and closed the door. He was still picking up things in my room. Please God, please tell me I don't have a playboy magazine in here or anything else that could embarrass me.
"You uh...want to take a shower or something?" I asked. He laughed and turned around and looked at me.
"With you? Or by myself?" He said, flirty.
My jaw dropped. I didn't know what to say. I've never heard something like that come out of his mouth before. I tried to say something but I choked on my spit. He raised an eyebrow.
"No...b-by yourself...well, my mom is here you know and um...wait I would totally like to...um...give you company in the shower b-but my mom is here and all and...we can defiantly do that one day like maybe t-tomorrow cause my mom gets home late from work and we c-can..."
"Dre." Cheng said softly, with a huge smile. "I was joking."
"...oh." I said.
He giggled. "But, if you would like to 'give me company' tomorrow, then we can do that."
Again, I couldn't find words to say. He smiled and walked into my closet. He found a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants.
"Mind if I wear this?" He asked. How could I say no? He doesn't have any clothes with him...and I like the idea of him wearing my clothes and making them smell like him.
I nodded at him.`He smiled and took off his shirt. My knees gave out and I gripped onto my dresser so I wouldn't fall to the ground.
If he takes off his pants, I just might die.
As if he could read my mind, he slowly unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them. The entire time he was looking at me, smirking, and even biting his bottom lip!
Why was he doing this to me?
He slowly let them slide off his hips and he was just standing there in his boxers. My heart was racing and I was breaking out in a cold sweat.
"Compose yourself, Parker." He laughed and put on my sweat pants then my hoodie.
Both were a little big on him, but he looked good.
"I do not know if I can trust sleeping in the same bed as you." He winked.
I still could not find any words to say. This is the longest I have ever gone without talking. Really, you can't get me to shup up usually.
"You're...a tease." I managed to choke out.
He shrugged. He sat down on the edge of the bed and motioned for me to sit next to him.
Oh God, what was he going to do?
I slowly made my way over to the bed and sat down next to him. He grabbed onto my hand and looked at me sincerely.
"Dre, I have a hard time saying my emotions sometimes, it is really hard for me to." He said. "What you said in the alley earlier...I just want you to know that...I do feel the same way...I just..."
I remembered. I told him I loved him earlier, and I truly meant it. The fact that he feels the same way is enough for me. I don't care if he's not ready to say it.
"As long as you feel the same way, it's fine." I told him. He smiled.
"You look extremely adorable in my clothes by the way." I laughed. He blushed. He crawled over to me and straddled my lap.
He's trying to seduce me!
We began kissing, softly at first but then it got sloppy and rough. He was freaking grinding his hips into mine.
"Mmmmm, what are you doing to me?" I asked/moaned/complained/cried.
Just then there was a knock on the door and I pushed Cheng off me and he fell on the floor.
"Ready for dinner?" My mom yelled.
"Hold on!" I yelled back. I heard her walk away. Cheng supported himself with his elbows to sit up and look at me, obviously angry. I got up and leaned over him.
"Sorry babe." I kissed his nose. "She scared me."
He laughed. "Babe? I like it. But if you wanted to do it on the floor you could of just told me."
"Cheng, what is with you?" I asked. "You're acting very...ummm...you know."
Maybe he's trying to deal with the fact that he kind of just got taken away by his father. Even though he's an abusive bastard, Cheng still loves him and from what I get told, his father loves him too.
So, he's trying to cover up the fact that he is depressed by trying to get his bow chicka wow wow on with me.
See how fast I come up with this shit? I should be a shrink.
"Nothing is wrong with me, Dre." He sighed. He stood up and lay on my bed. He looked up at me with those puppy eyes of his. My little theory was true. I could see it in his eyes. He couldn't deny it, I know him too well. The fact is that he is dying on the inside and I don't know what I can do to help him.
"Maybe...he'll realize how cruel he has been while you are gone."
"Dre..."
"He's lucky we didn't get the Po Po involved."
"Po Po?"
"The police. He's lucky we didn't get the police involved in this."
Cheng sat up. "That is not only good news from him, you know. If you would of got the police involved then child services would of taken me away."
I never thought of that before. Now that I think of it...that would of happened if we got the police involved.
He grabbed onto my hand. "If I got taken away from you...I..."
He couldn't finish his sentence. He began to cry. I wrapped him in my arms and whispered sweet things in his ear.
"I'd rather get beat everyday then not being able to see you." He said, face down in my shoulder.
I think...he's starting to say what he's feeling now.
One of the best things about Cheng staying with us is waking up every morning to see two brown eyes looking right at me.
It's a good thing my mom doesn't know what is going on right now, otherwise she would never allow us to sleep in the same bed. Which is why I am not going to tell her for a long time.
When we are left alone in the apartment, we don't do anything inappropriate. Not yet anyway. Mostly just lay there on the couch and watch tv.
The shower thing has not happened yet. Though I would not mind if it did.
One Saturday afternoon, we sat there, watching Spongebob. Though, I clearly couldn't understand a damn word because it was in Chinese.
I looked over at Cheng and he was asleep sitting up. I smiled and moved over to him and began kissing on his neck. He smiled in his sleep. A bit on it rather hard, but not hard enough to be down right painful. He gasped and his eyes shot open. He wrapped his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist.
"Do you want to?" He whispered. I pulled away and looked into his eyes. They were filled with lust and want.
"If you tell me those three words I want to hear." I said.
He hesitated, he gulped. He opened his mouth to say something but couldn't find the words. He then smiled and reached up to touch my hair.
"I...l-love you." He whispered.
BOW CHICKA WOW WOW!
I'm starting to make things more spicy.
ugh, I gotta go back to school tomorrow :( I'll try my best to update but it's gonna be hard.
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