Okay, so in my story...let's use our imaginations. Let's pretend that Dre is like...a year older than Cheng. How about Cheng is 14 and Dre is 15. And let's pretend that Dre is also a bit taller and a bit more muscular than Cheng. That way...Cheng can be the uh..."girl" in the relationship. Because all the Dre/Cheng stories I have read are the opposite. Sorry, It's just hard for me to imagine lol. Okay so this is going to be VERY different from the movie. I am going to mix a lot of stuff up...like...
Dre is going to try to impress Cheng, not the girl.
Cheng is going to be mean at first...but not for long.
There is going to be a reason why Cheng is so mean.
There is a different reason for why Dre wants to do Kung Fu.
And other stuff...
Enjoy :) I hope you like.
Dre's P.O.V
As soon as my mom told me we were moving to China, I saw my life crash before my eyes. How could I leave Detroit? All my friends, family, and memories are here.
My mom works for a car factory and the company is getting transfered to China. She is more than happy to be moving there. I however, rather die.
I sat on the floor looking at my empty room, the room I have slept in for about 10 years. The walls have my height over the years carved on them with black pen. From my birthdays, holidays, even when my dad died. I just won't stop growing.
"Dre! Are you ready to go? Do you have your bags packed?" My mom shouted from our empty living room.
"Yeah." I simply replied. I reached into my pocket and grabbed a pen out of it. I put my head up against the wall and put my finger up to where I reached. I moved away and carved something into the wall.
"I am so excited, aren't you?" My mom asked.
"Sure." I wasn't in the mood for a conversation.
She looked around the apartment one last time. She sighed and picked up her bags.
"C'mon, let's go." She smiled.
I grabbed my bags and looked at what I just carved on the wall.
Leaving Detroit for China - 5'4"
As soon as we stepped out into the pouring rain we got attacked by my aunts, uncles, and cousins. All laughing and crying and squeezing us to death. I was about to cry myself.
"You're 15, be a man" I told myself. NO crying.
After I hugged all my relatives, I hopped into the passanger's seat of the car. My best friend Keenan walked over to me as I still had the car door opened. He looked at me, looked at his skateboard.
"Nah, man. It's your's." I said.
"Come on Dre. just take it." Obviously he wasn't gonna take no for an answer.
I smiled and took it from his hands.
"Thanks man."
"You got it, baby?" My mom asked as I was trying to stuff our luggage away on the plane.
"Yeah mom I got it, and I'm not a baby." I scowled and sat down next to her. She ignored my attitude.
"Dre, let's practice our Chinese." Mom smiled.
She told me to ask the random guy sitting next to me "What's your name?" and "How are you?" in Chinese. Well I did, thinking I did a very good job for someone who has not been studying the new language I would have to eventually learn how to speak. But the Asian dude just looked at me with a straight face and said "Dude, I'm from Detroit."
Well, don't I feel like a dumbass!
"Oh...what's up?" I asked.
Once the plane landed we were soon enough wondering around the airport.
"Now, this woman told me to meet her at number 5." My mom said. We looked at the numbers and no suprise! They were symbols!
"Have you been studying your numbers, mother?" I smirked to myself.
She glared down at me.
"Mrs. Packer?" We heard some lady yell. Or did she say Mrs. Pecker? Either way she is getting it wrong.
We turned and sure enough there was a lady holding up a sign that said "Packer."
"Right here! Oh and it's Parker!" My mom said rushing to the lady.
Stupid Chinese lady.
"Oh, my aplogies, Mrs. Parker. Welcome to Beijing." She said, shaking my mom's hand.
The ride to our new home was pretty cool. As much as I hate to admit it, China is cool looking. Besides the fact that their are too many old buildings of course.
We finally got to the apartment we are staying at. The writing above it said "Beverly Hills".
"Look Dre, Beverly Hills, we always talked about living there, huh?" My mom asked, sounding so excited.
"I think we were talking about the other one, mom." I said.
"Whatever, I got a good feeling about this." She sighed.
I rolled my eyes.
"Hey! You must be the new guy in 305." This blonde dude appeared out of no where.
"Yeah." I said.
"My name is Harry, let me help you with some of that stuff."
"Thanks man." I told him. Well at least I made one friend already. Maybe it will be like back in Detroit. Everyone will love me. I'll be the hottest dude in school. Tons of friends and have all the hot girls all over me...
Yeah right. Wake up from your fantacy, Dre. You're an outsider here.
"So why did you move here?" Harry asked as we made our way to room 305. The apartment wasn't all that bad. No better than the one we had in Detroit. This apartment had flowers in the hallway on the windowsill.
"My mom got transfered, she works in a car factory."
"Do you know any Chinese?"
"Nah."
"This is China, it might not be a bad idea." Harry laughed.
I looked out the window from the hallway and saw a park. There were old people, middle aged people, teenagers, and little kids swarming all around the place. So I guess here when you are 15 years old and you say that you are going to go hang out at a park...it will be considered a 'cool' thing to do. You can't be too old to go to a park in China.
"That's our park." Harry said. "You should come hang out with us later, play some basketball or something."
"Look at you! Making friends already." My mom squeeled.
Maybe I should go ahead and leave before she embarresses me anymore.
"Yeah, let's go do that. Be back later mom!" I didn't even give her a chance to answer. I was racing out of the building.
"Sorry, I got jet lag." I told Harry and his friends after I COMPLETELY missed the hoop. Of course, only Harry spoke English. So he nodded...while the rest of them just stared at me. I decided to just walk away.
I looked over and saw a bunch of guys about my age horse assing around. Tackeling eachother and wrestling. It made me miss my friends already.
One of the guys got up from having his buddy pinned to the ground. He turned around and I saw his face.
Oh...wow. I think my heart stopped beating.
This. Dude. Was. Beautiful.
What the heck? No! I'm not some fag. I like GIRLS and GIRLS only.
...but why can't I look away from him. And like he could read my thoughts, he looked over at me.
He looked angry. Like someone had just kissed his girlfriend or something. I don't know why he would be angry with me? I don't even know him.
"That's Cheng." Harry said, appearing out of no where once again. "Neighborhood bully."
"Bully, eh? I bet I could take him." I spoke with confidence.
"Doubt it, he's the Kung Fu champ." Harry replied.
"How old is he? 13?"
"14"
"I wasn't off by much."
"How old are you?"
"15...and I'm black."
"What does that prove!"
I smirked. "It was just a joke, man."
He still hasn't taken his eyes off of me. But now, instead of anger written on his face, he now looked curious.
"Oh man, he's staring at you. That can't be good." Harry said nervously.
"Ohhhhh no! Is he going to beat me up?" I yelled sarcasticly.
"Most likely, he doesn't like foriegners. It took him awhile to leave me alone when I first moved here." Harry said.
He still hasn't looked away.
"He doesn't look like he wants to kick your ass though, it looks like he is trying to figure you out...maybe he's never seen a black kid before." Harry joked.
"Yeah, we are a very rare species." I said sarcasticly. Sarcasm was like a second language to me. "Maybe I should go talk to him."
"Good luck." Harry quickly said, then walked away fast.
"C'mon, go talk to him." I whispered to myself.
I've been sitting on a bench for about 30 minutes, debating if I was actually going to go over there and talk to him. His friends took over the basketball court, kicking Harry and his friends off of it. But Cheng decided to sit on a bench about 20 feet away from mine.
I found myself getting up and walking towards him. He was looking downn, texting. So he could not see me approaching. But somehow...he sensed my presence.
"What do you want?" He demanded. His tone suprised me. His thick accent had me in a trance. But I have to remember that I'm in China now...I'm probably the one that has the accent here. Well, at least I know he speaks English now.
"Huh?" I said, dumbfolded.
"You have been staring at me forever now, and now you are coming over here to talk to me. What do you want? American!" He snapped.
What the fuck. This kid has anger management or some shit.
"I wasn't walkin' over here to talk to you, dude. I was just passing by."
"Yeah, right."
"I'm serious, aight bra?"
"...what?"
"Aight bra...like alright bro."
"Bro?" He asked confused.
I couldn't help but laugh. He's very cute.
"What kind of language is that? Are you calling me names!" He snapped again.
Oh wow.
"No, chill. Brah is bro. Bro is short for brother. Americans call eachother bro. It means like...friend." I tried to explain.
"Well we are not friends, I don't even know you." He scowled.
"Well, it doesn't have to mean friend. Have you heard of the word dude?"
He nodded.
"Okay, it also means dude." I said. "Americans, we use a lot of slang."
He blinked.
Now instead of looking angry or confused, he was just looking at me like I'm retarded.
"Whatcha listening to?" I asked, noticing he has his iPod. One headphone in a ear, one headphone not in a ear. He took that headphone out.
"Yin T'sang" He said.
"Oh, Yin T'sang. I listen to them all the time. They are tight."
"You have no idea who they, are do you?"
"No."
He chuckled. Heyyy, I made him laugh. Maybe I can do it again.
"You ever heard of Chris Brown?" I didn't give him time to answer as I handed him my phone and the song Run It started playing. I started dancing, showing off my moves. Poppin', lockin', jerkin'.
Suprisinly, he was nodding his head along with the music, smiling at me.
I was saying things like "Ooh!" and "Watch out now!" as I was dancing, things that made him laugh.
He had a sweet smile. I don't see how this kid could be a 'bully'. He then asked something very quietly and very shyly.
"Can I touch your hair?"
I froze. I was a bit confused.
"You want...to touch...my hair?"
He smile and nodded.
"Ummm...sure." I said and bent over.
He let his fingers roam through my hair.
"Braids?" He asked.
"Nah, they're called cornrows." I told him. He raised an eyebrow. Obviously he's never heard of such a name for a hairdo.
He continued to feel the locks of hair. He giggled and let my hair go.
Remember when I said he had a sweet smile? He has an even sweeter laugh.
"I'm Cheng." He said.
"Yeah, I got that one. I'm Dre." I said smiling.
We sat their for hours. Just talking.
Talking about why I moved here.
Talking about our favorite movies, songs, ect.
"Will I see you at school tomorrow?" He asked.
"Yeah, you will." I replied.
"Good." He smiled. A beeping went off and he looked at his phone. "I have to go, I have to practice."
"Practice for what?"
"I train at the Beijin Academy of Kung Fu" (I had to make up a name, I don't remember the name of the school).
Ah, no wonder he is the neighborhood bully. The kid does Kung Fu.
"Ah, awesome man, wish I could do that." I said.
"Maybe you should enroll in the school, we start at 4 everyday, even on school days. We train til 7." He told me.
"I don't know if I would be able to do that stuff." I said.
"Well, not right away, you should probably get a little training in before you can enter my class, find a good teacher."
He sounded like he really wanted me to enroll in the school.
"I really have to go now." He told me.
"Aight." I said.
He started to walk away then stopped. He turned around and faced me.
"It was nice meeting you, Dre. I will see you tomorrow." He smiled and ran off.
My stomach was filled with butterflies. I felt weak in the knees, like I could collapse at any minute. I am not sure what is happening. I like GIRLS...but for some reason, Cheng is different.
And I am wondering...if he is such a badass that bullies everyone around...why was he nice to me? Maybe there is a possibility that he likes me?
Nah, no way in hell.
Just then, Harry appeared out of no where. Big suprise.
"Dude! You're alive!" He yelled.
Good so far? It might of been a bit boring but eh give me a break. The boring part is always at the beginning. Review please!