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Chapter Three

June 10th 2006

"Whoa!" I said as I opened Jet's freezer.

"Yeah, I know, she's an ice cream freak," Lawrence said getting a bottle of water out of the fridge.

"No joke, man," I said as I surveyed the contents of her large freezer which for the most part was entirely packed with ice cream. I saw Turkey Hill and Breyers in a variety of flavors. Vanilla, chocolate, cookie dough, Mint chocolate chip, and weird blends. Then there were at least five Ben and Jerry's, some strawberry ice pops, fudge bars, and ice cream sandwiches.

"Damn," I muttered.

"Eat whatever you want, I always buy more every weekend," Jet said breezing into the kitchen, her blond ponytail swishing around.

I eyed her. Even for a gay guy, I could appreciate a nice female body, and Jet had that. She was short, but her body was well proportioned, and slim, but with obvious muscle tone, from her gymnastics and karate training, and some good genes thrown into the mix.

She wasn't bulky like most gymnastics, probably because of the Asian blood. We just didn't get very big.

I took a bowl out of her cupboard and filled it with mint chocolate chip. That was my favorite and I took a large bite, smiling goofily.

Lawrence laughed at my expression.

"Hey, I haven't eaten much, this is great to me," I said licking my spoon.

"Are you a health nut or something?" Jet asked, "Because I can whip up something for you," she offered.

I smiled, "That's cool. What you got?"

"Well, I usually grill some burgers and hot dogs, but I can make a salad for you, or grill some chicken or fish, or pasta," she suggested, "I don't mind, really."
"If it's cool with you, I can make the food. You should go enjoy your party," I said smiling.

"Cool," Jet said, "I'm gonna start the grill now. You can check out what we got and then come out when you're ready."

She left with Lawrence in tow to head back out towards her large backyard and fancy pool, where Parker was having a ball.

Her backyard was enormous and she had a nice pool. Not just a stock, rectangular pool, but a round, curvy pool, with fake rocks and trees to give it a nature setting. There was even a mini waterfall on the shallow end.

Overall, it was nice. The grass was perfectly green and there was an assortment of beautiful flowers and trees.

Apparently, her Dad was a landscape architect so he was good at his stuff and he was into stock market crap, so he could afford to build a pool for Jet when she moved there. And her Dad's boyfriend, yes, her Dad was bisexual, was a college professor. So they made good money.

I met her Dad and his boyfriend briefly, when they were heading to the movies. They were both tall, lean, and good looking, and good natured. I wondered how hard it must be to be openly gay in Texas, of all places. It was hard enough anywhere, but at least in places like New York, there was a gay culture and gay scene, not to mention people were generally more accepting of diversity and diverse sexuality.

Her Dad had guts.

I ate my ice cream and even got a second helping as I boiled some pasta and took out some chicken.

I really loved ice cream. I rarely ate it back in Queens for some reason, even though I did like the Haagen Daaz strawberry cheesecake ice cream in Chinatown, but for the most part, I went for Chinese pastries and drinks, so ice cream was refreshing here, in this hot weather.

I cooked some chicken quickly, cut it up and threw it onto my large plate of pasta. I threw olive oil onto the pasta, mixed it around, added some wine sauce, garlic salt, and parsely, and in my opinion, I was good to go. I rinsed out my ice cream bowl and walked outside with my food where everyone was packing in burgers and hot dogs.

"Wow Pete, quite the chef aren't we?" Jet asked eyeing my plate.

"Yeah," I said and she laughed at my quick response. I dug into my food and the taste melted in my mouth. I was starving, after eating barely anything for the past week.

"Um, I think I might have to clean you out," I told Jet as I finished my food quickly.

Jet laughed, "It's cool. We buy a lot of food because I eat like an obese trucker."

I burst out laughing at the choice of her words.

We spent the remainder of the day and evening eating , talking, swimming for a bit, watching a movie, and then eating some more.

I really like Jet and Lawrence. They were funny, and nice and even Parker was becoming more outgoing.

I know I bitched about Texas, but I was beginning to feel better about my stay here, especially with my new friends.

It wasn't home, but I could make do.

***

This was the coolest job I ever had.

I sat around at one of the round tables, doing some homework and listening to my IPOD.

Parker sat at another table, sketching furiously.

Getting paid for this? I really couldn't complain.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of movement and I turned my head.

Grant.

Surprised, I pulled out my headphones. "Hey man, what's up?"

Grant held up a textbook, "Calculus troubles," he said taking a seat beside me.

I saw Parker glance at him curiously, but then he shrugged and turned back to his artwork.

"I didn't know you worked here," Grant said looking at me curiously.

"I just started last Thursday. Needed something to do, get out of the house, and it's cake work," I answered jamming my IPOD into my pocket and shutting my own textbook.

"So show me what problems you need help with," I said leaning closer to him.

Grant opened his book, and flipped it open to a new chapter, "I can't seem to get this," he said nudging the book at me.

I took the book from him and flipped through the pages. I haven't taken Calculus since junior year of high school. I was in AP stat classes now and I needed to think some of this stuff through. I reviewed some sample problems and seemed to get the hang of it.

I placed the book on the table and looked up at him. I was startled to see Grant looking at me so intensely and I noticed how bright his eyes were. A very clear shade of blue, which was brought out by his tan skin, and blond curls that draped over his forehead slightly.

I cleared my throat and Grant stepped out of his trance, "Uh, sorry, spaced out."

I smiled, "No problem. Here, check this out," I said pointing my finger at the book and as Grant leaned in closer, I got a whiff of his aftershave and a tingle went through my body.

I shook my head and continued the tutoring.


***


Later than night I searched out David who was in the living room watching television while Kelly was knitting something.

I wanted to ask if I could go home to visit my friends and grandmother over winter vacation, since it was a long break. And I needed to book a flight soon if I wanted to head back to New York at a fairly decent rate.

"I would like you to stay out here. I would like my family to meet you," David replied.

I was shocked. Meet his family. More Texan hicks?

I thought fast. Didn't want to make him mad. I could still work with this.

"That sounds great," I rushed out and David seemed surprised himself, as if he was expecting some sort of fight on my part.

"Then can my friends visit instead? Just two, Julie and Danny?"

"Is Julie your girlfriend?" Kelly interrupted.

"No," I answered so quickly that Kelly and David shot each other looks. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"Yeah, I guess that would be alright, if they're allowed to come," David responded with a small smile.

I started grinning uncontrollably. I even had the sudden urge to hug him but I refrained.

"Thank you," I said to David and then to Kelly who smiled faintly.

I shot them one last smile before heading to my room to tell Julie and Danny the news.


***


"So how are you liking work so far?" Jet asked as I sat at her kitchen table, eating some sandwich concoction she had made. It was pretty good. To the best of my knowledge, it comprised of cheddar cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, bacon, olives, and honey mustard. I had to admit I was enjoying it.

And I didn't like having dinner at home so I was basically coming over for food and the company on most nights.

"It's fine. Stacy, the boss is great and I get a lot of my homework done and I get paid for it. No complaints there," I said swallowing.

Jet swallowed the mouthful of cookie dough she was currently eating.

"Do you tutor anyone from school?"

"Blair's friend, Grant."

"Grant Williams?" Jet asked.

I nodded.

"Oh man, he's so hot," she said.

"I can hear you!" Lawrence called from the living room. We were watching a movie since it was Friday night and everything. You know, Friday night was hang out and party with your friends night.

I laughed, hitting my knee.

"I got eyes you know! And I love you," she added sweetly. "Anyway," she said turning back to me, but lowered her voice considerably, "He's tall, built, has those blue eyes, and curly blond hair. Yum."

"Mm, I know," I said without thinking.

"You know?" Jet asked raising her eyebrows. Her lips curved into a smile. "Something you want to tell me, hun?"

I hung my head, "Yeah I'm gay. There is no better opening than this."

Jet laughed, "Well, you know I'm cool with it, for the obvious reason," she said referring to her Dad.

"I knew you would. I just didn't want to go up to you and be like ,'hi, I'm gay'. That's not really my style."

"I hear ya," Jet said taking out a different flavor of ice cream, "So, Grant Williams, eh?" she asked grinning mischievously, "You like him?"

"Come on Jet, he's straight and the best friend of the biggest asshole in all of Texas!"

Jet turned serious, "Yeah he may be, but he's also really nice and pretty smart."

I shrugged, "Doesn't mean I'm attracted to him."

"You have someone back home?"

"No."

"Waiting for college?"

"Not really," I answered honestly, "I'm open to a relationship whenever, but I have to really like that person and I don't really want to hit on a straight dude, in Texas of all places!"

Jet giggled, "Ok, I'll give you that one."

I smiled.

"But you still think he's cute, right? Maybe you can be his friend."

"No thanks," I said, shaking my head, "If I became friends with him, things will become so much shittier for me. Do you know who my step brother is?"

"Why Pete? Are you turning down a challenge?"

I smirked at her, "Are you daring me to do something?"

Jet was the picture of innocence.


***


I had been tutoring Grant on a regular basis for the past three weeks.

Winter vacation was coming soon, as it was already early December and while most people would be sleeping in and doing nothing, Grant still had to hit the books.

"Are you doing really badly in your classes or something?" I asked him.

He shook his head, "No, it's just that I want to keep my grades up for college and all that. And besides, school is something for me to focus on so I don't have my mind on other stuff."

I looked at him curiously but didn't probe further because it seemed like he didn't want to talk anymore on the vague subject.

Grant struggled with calculus the most and sometimes I edited his papers for him, but for the most part I could tell he was a smart guy.
I told him that he was and he smirked at me.

"Surprised?"

"Definitely," I shot back with ease.

He smiled, "Because I'm a football player?"

"And blond," I pointed out.

He laughed and when he laughed, his eyes sparkled and the corners of his eyes crinkled. He had a nice laugh and a great smile.

For some reason I was checking Grant out more than usual and I didn't like that. I didn't want to be interested in anyone while I was out here.

He was hard not to check out. He was my height, but weighed a lot more, being pure muscle. I always thought I was attracted to tall, lean guys like myself, but Grant was appealing. And he was tan, something I could never achieve no matter how hard I tried. His eyes were really nice too, and his white teeth and the freckles gave him a boyish quality.

Ah, god, I had to stop this madness.

No point in developing a crush on someone I could never have. That would just be stupid.

“So do you plan on moving back to New York after graduation?” Grant asked when there was a lull in his homework.

“Yeah!”

He laughed at my quick response. “Texas isn’t so bad.”

I gave him a look, “Maybe for people who have never been anywhere other than Texas,” I retorted, “I’m sure Texas has things to offer, but there’s no place like New York. I can’t wait to go back.”

He frowned, “Is it that bad here?”

I shrugged, “Actually, it hasn’t been too bad. I’ve made some friends I really like and will miss when I leave, but I don’t really care for Kelly, David, or Blair.”

Grant smiled, “Blair can me tough at times.”

“Why are you friends with him?” I asked suddenly.

“Huh?” Grant questioned.

I looked t him, “I mean, you don’t seem so bad. You actually have a decent personality and aren’t as dumb as the floor. Why are you friends with such an asshole?”

Grant looked down at his book, “Blair and I don’t see eye to eye on everything, but even if Blair is a jerk a lot of the times, he’s the most loyal jerk I’ve known and we go way back. He’s been my best friend since the first grade.”

I snorted, “I think it’s time to expand your horizons and move on to bigger and better things.”
Grant smiled weakly, “It’s not that easy. Blair is like my family, Kelly and David are like my family.”

“Why? What’s up with your own family?” I asked.

Grant avoided my eyes, “It’s just me and my Dad and let’s just say we’re not close,” he said cryptically and I frowned, but didn’t press him because he looked really uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said and I cleared my throat, “It’s almost seven, why don’t you finish up the last two problems and we can head over for dinner at my house.”

He smiled at me and turned back to his work.


***


“Hey, this came for you.”

I looked up from my bed and towards the door where Grant was standing. I motioned for him to come inside.

He handed me the gift and I read the card. It was from one of my friends from school in New York. I tore it open and saw some Chinese DVD’s.

I quickly skimmed the synopsises and then added them to the large pile on the floor that had accumulated.

Grant eyed it curiously, “Are those from all your friends back home?”

I nodded, “Yeah, everyone is missing me.” The gifts had been adding up since the beginning of December. It was Christmas Day today.

DAMN I was popular. I already knew that I was, but when others reinforce it, it still produces a good feeling.

“I can tell,” Grant agreed.

There were CD’s, DVD’s, posters, Initial D comic books, sneakers, and cards in that large pile.

It felt great to be missed.

And now I had a ton of thank you emails to send out, which was a great time killer. Between the tutoring center being closed for a week and half, and this boring Christmas Party that was currently going on downstairs, I was bored out of my mind and needed something to do.

Julie and Danny were bummed I couldn’t come to see them, especially Danny, because unlike Julie, his mother wouldn’t let him visit me in Texas. I think he had to babysit his cousins who were visiting for the holidays or something.

I was on the webcam when I heard Danny arguing with his mother. I knew he was upset.

But I was elated that Julie was coming. Tonight and the next day couldn’t pass by fast enough.

“Why aren’t you downstairs meeting everyone?” Grant asked.

“I showed my face but I don’t really know these people and it’s kind of weird,” I replied.

“You could get to know them,” he pointed out.

“No, I’m good. Besides I could tell these people aren’t really interested in knowing me. Did you see how they were staring at me?”

“It’s because they were shocked to see you,” Grant reasoned.

I shook my head, “No, it’s because I’m not some white person, with blond hair and a southern drawl.”

“Not everyone here is a racist, Pete,” Grant said, his brow knitting.

“Listen buddy, everyone is a racist, in some way. Even me, a minority, am racist against others. It’s how the world works, deal with it,” I said heading over to my laptop.

“Perhaps,” Grant said quietly after a pause.

“Why aren’t you downstairs with your other half?” I asked without turning to face him.

“Blair is catching up with his relatives. Normally I would chill with his cousins, but I’m not in a chatty mood.”

“I can respect that,” I said checking my AIM list of friends.

It was silent for awhile as I instant messaged some of my friends and talked for awhile, catching up, talking about the holidays and stuff.

After I finished talking to them and cranked out about ten quick thank you emails, I turned to find Grant perched on my bed, pretty close to the back of my chair, and staring at me with that same intense look, similar to the one at the tutoring center last time.

I snapped my head back and blinked.

He didn’t flinch and continued to stare at me, with his bright eyes burning a hole in me.

I felt a little uncomfortable, which was weird, because I normally didn’t feel uncomfortable when someone stared at me.

I swallowed and looked away.

“Uh, I’m a little hungry, so I’m gonna head downstairs. Want to come?” I asked already standing up.

Grant still stared at me but he smiled, which made his eyes seem less piercing and his facial expression more open.

“Sure.


***


“Nope.”

I had been saying that for the past ten minutes as David’s father, technically my grandfather, but whatever, as he was firing questions at me.

The old man had been listing off a bunch of sports that he thought I should be playing, to show I was a real man.

I said no to everything. I was into staying fit and exercising, even running occasionally, but I didn’t do hardcore team sports. Hell, my idea of exercise was walking from my apartment to the subway.

So the fact that I didn’t play football, basketball, lacrosse, baseball, or swimming, I was positive I was seen as a sissy.

I was an academic person, I was into NYC nightlife, into music, instruments.

I was brains, not brawn, thank you very much.

“So what do you do then?” Grandpa asked frowning.

“I play the piano.”

I actually smiled when I saw his thin lips curl in disapproval. It was the reaction I had been expecting after all.

“The piano?” he asked, as if he didn’t hear me the first time.

I nodded.

“Well, I think that’s lovely. Musical talent is very important,” his wife chimed in, smiling at me. My grandmother wasn’t a bad lady, she seemed kind of nice and was actually making an honest effort to get to know me.

I smiled at her.

“Well, sports build character,” Grandpa said firmly, “Right Blair?”

“Absolutely,” Blair said beaming.

I snorted, Blair had less character than my left shoe.

“Kiss ass,” I muttered under my breath and I heard Grant coke on his drink, but stopped when he took notice of Blair’s narrowed eyes.

Later that evening, very late, after everyone had gone home, David came up to my room as I was preparing to go to sleep.

“Did you have a good time tonight?” he asked.

I shrugged, “It was ok.”

“Well, thanks for making the effort and meeting everyone. It meant a lot to me,” David said staring at me.

I looked back at him and offered a small smile, “No problem,” I replied casually and with ease.

“Hey, uh, do you want to have dinner next week, together, one night, I mean, just the two of us. Maybe we can talk or just hang out?”
David asked, stumbling over his words and his eyes flashed around awkwardly.

I was silent as I looked at him with amusement. David always seemed so unsure of himself around me.

I figured it wouldn’t hurt to try to get to know him, after all, that’s the reason my Mom sent me out here and I owed that to her.

“Sure.”

David looked first surprised, and then pleased.

“Ok, good,” he said patting my leg, “Uh, ok, I’ll let you get to bed. Have a good night’s rest.”

“You, too.”

He smiled at me and then closed my bedroom door.

All in all, Christmas Day and meeting the rest of the family wasn’t as horrible as I thought it would be. Sure it was a little awkward and uncomfortable, being on display for most of the night, but it was nice meeting the family I always kind of wondered about.

I sighed and then closed my eyes, trying to sleep. I smiled as I realized that in one day, Julie would be here, and I was so excited for the comfort of something familiar and normal, by my standards.


***

I couldn’t help smirking at the sight.

I watched as Julie came out of the sliding doors near passenger pickup as she lugged a heavy looking carry on bag, her purse, and a large suitcase.

She was only staying for a week. She had a little vacation left, and the weekend, and she was even missing two days of school to stay longer.

She assured me it was no big deal. It was senior year and I believed her. Julie was super smart and would have no problem catching up on two days of school work after break.

Most teachers didn’t really assign that much stuff after the first day back anyway, so it was only really one day she would be missing.

It was more surprising when I heard her mother had agreed to it. Asian parents were insane about education.

“I just promised I would consider going to school in New York,” Julie explained with a smile when she told me her flight information a while back.

I laughed out loud. Her mother would do anything to keep Julie in New York, but I knew Julie was itching for a change of scenery and a different experience.

We had lived in New York our entire lives. I couldn’t really blame her for wanting to go somewhere different for four years.

As long as she came back.

I continued to watch as she pulled her stuff forward, her long dark black hair framing her face in loose waves, the rich color bringing out her skin’s milky creamy paleness, which was tinted with pale pink blush.

Her lips were lightly glossed and I knew her nails were painted a soft pink. I knew everything about this girl.

The one thing I loved about Julie was that she had this classy, elegant, look. Not like other Asian girls in Chinatown who got funny hair cuts and died their hair odd colors or tried to have funky styles. Julie wore simple clothes, nicely fitted pants, shirts, sweaters, and dresses. It suited her.

Her current attire was no different. She wore a white turtle neck, gray pants, and black high heeled boots.

“A little help, you stupid mutt,” Julie snapped jokingly when she noticed me just staring at her and we both shared a large smile as I walked out of David’s pickup and over to her.

I kissed her cheek and engulfed her in a tight hug, which we both held for awhile.

I’m sure to everyone else at the airport we looked like long lost lovers, but I did love Julie, but not in that way. And I was so glad to see her, she was like my family. No, scratch that, she was my family.

“Why did you bring so much? You’re only here for a week,” I said as I groaned while I took her heavy blue carry on bag in one hand and then retrieved the handle of her suitcase from her hands.

“I wanted to be comfortable,” she said shrugging as she dumped her purse around my neck.

I sighed and rolled my eyes and together we walked over to David’s truck.

“Hi, I’m Julie. You must be David,” she said assertively, holding out her hand to him as she opened the door to the back seat.

“I am. It’s nice to meet you,” David said shaking her hand and smiling, “This is Blair.”

I watched as Blair gave her a cocky grin and shook her hand.

Julie just smiled politely, but I could tell she was amused.

The entire ride home, Julie and I chatted in Chinese, just catching up.

I noticed David looking at us in the rearview mirror a few times and Blair was visibly curious about what we were talking about.

“So what should we do while I’m out here?” Julie asked.

“I want you to meet my friends. You’ll love them,” I said.

Julie smirked, “You made friends, did you? Color me surprised.”

I smacked her arm playfully, “How’s Danny doing?”

“Pissed he couldn’t come to see you,” she said tilting her head.

I nodded, “I know.”

Julie laughed.

“Nice house,” she commented when we finally pulled into the driveway.

“It’s ok,” I responded as I got out to get her bags.

As soon as I walked into the house I was hit with greasy cooking. I knew Kelly had whipped up one of her many heart attack inducing meals.

Julie and I shared a look.

“Hi there, dear, it’s so nice to meet you,” Kelly said smiling sweetly as she stuck her head out of the kitchen, “Hope you’re hungry. Dinner will be ready soon.”

Julie smiled, “Nice to meet you too, and it smells delicious.”

I choked back a snigger. I knew Julie was faking this whole thing. She was as cynical as I was, that was why we were friends in the first place.

“Let me show you to your room,” David said taking one of her bags and he nodded at me to help,” and get you settled in before dinner.”
Julie nodded in agreement and we walked together upstairs and the room all the way at the end of the hall, which was similar in format to my own room.

Julie smiled at David, “Thank you, and thank you for having me,” she said sincerely.

David smile back, “Not a problem. We’re happy to have you here.” David patted me on the back and then gave me a wink and left the room.

I rolled my eyes as Julie giggled.

“Did he just wink at you?”

I nodded, “He and everyone else thinks you’re my girlfriend.”

Julie flopped onto the bed, “That’s so funny.”

“Yeah, it is,” I said lying down beside her, “So,” I said nudging her, “Are you hungry. I recognize this smell, I think its her fried chicken and mashed potatoes.”

She wrinkled her nose, “Sounds lovely,” she drawled out unenthusiastically.

I laughed and she soon joined in.


***


When we finally went downstairs, I saw a face I was accustomed to seeing at every meal time.

“Hey Grant,” I greeted and he smiled warmly at me and then his eyes turned to Julie curiously as she followed closely behind me.

She and I took a seat opposite him and Blair.

“Grant, this is Julie, and Julie, this is Grant,” I said, filling both our glasses with water.

“Hi,” Julie said in a singsong voice.

Grant looked dazed for a second, but then snapped out of it and smiled back, but it looked forced.

Everyone started to eat and Julie picked out some rolls, and corn, and potatoes and the smallest piece of chicken and she began to dissect the skin off of it.

I was a little more used to Kelly’s cooking at this point and was able to stomach a little more, but still in small increments.

I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Julie was daintily eating her chicken and biting into her rolls.

I nudged her with my elbow and I raised my eyebrows. Julie was super slender, but Danny and I knew from firsthand experience that she could really pack it in. I’ve seen her eat like ten plates of food and then go for dessert at the Golden East buffet near our home back in Queens.

I had never seen chopsticks move faster. Danny and I just watched in amazement.

I was so giddy my best friend was out here.

I noticed Grant was staring back and forth between me and Julie as he picked at his food. He seemed quiet and moody all of a sudden, which I found strange, but I was a little preoccupied to think too much on it.

“So how did you two meet?” Kelly asked.

I sighed inwardly, realizing that Kelly and David were still under the impression that Julie was my girlfriend despite my attempts to tell them otherwise.

“Well, we live next door to each other and we were friends since we were little,” Julie said taking a sip of water.

“Where do you plan on going to college?” Kelly fired off.

“Well, my Mom wants me to go to NYU or Columbia, but I’m gunning for UCLA,” she replied.

Kelly raised her brow, “Wow, good school.”

“Yeah, I’ve already applied, and I’m waiting for an answer.”

I looked at her, “You already applied?”

“Yeah, I had to. We’re seniors, and if I want to get in, well, the earlier the better,” she said.

“Did you apply to NYU, too?” I asked.

Julie pinched my cheek, “Don’t worry, I applied there also.”

I shook my head, “Your Mom is gonna be mad pissed once you get accepted to UCLA.”

“I know, but I really wanna go there. It’s California. It’s so beautiful,” she said dreamily.

“You wouldn’t fit in California. You’re so New York and so, smart,” I said.

Julie laughed, “Well that’s true and thank you, but I need to experience being away for a little while.”

“I know,” I said smiling, “I’ll miss you.”

“I didn’t get accepted yet,” Julie reminded.

“But you will,” I said.

Julie nodded at the obvious, “You can visit me.”

“Hell yeah. I always wondered if Chinatown LA is as cool as ours!”

I noticed everyone had been watching our exchange.

“What’s your major going to be?” Blair asked Julie and I was a little shocked. Usually we ignored each other and I was a little suspicious of his actions.

“Major in Drama, and minor in fashion,” Julie said.

“In Drama, you want to be in movies and stuff?” Blair asked.

She nodded.

“Don’t you think that will be a difficult career for someone like you?”

I bristled at his comment and I saw Julie’s face took on a defensive expression.

“What do you mean?” Julie asked, her voice tight.

“Well, I don’t see a lot of Asians in the big films,” Blair continued, “So if that’s your chosen career, you might not be very successful.”

My temper flared.

“What would you know meathead?” I shot back, “What do you know how to do other than play football and hit your own head with bricks?”

Blair glared at me, “I was making conversation, Pete.”

“Boys,” Kelly said warningly.

“It’s ok,” Julie said smiling tightly, “I’m really smart, so if that doesn’t work out, I can always find something to do. It’s great to be as smart as I am,” she said smiling pointedly at Blair.

“That’s something Blair always wonders about,” I said in Chinese and Julie started laughing, while Blair looked at the both of us furiously, knowing we were laughing at his expense.

Dinner progressed quickly enough and Julie happily ate apple pie with vanilla ice cream for dessert. She had three helpings and I saw David, Blair, and Grant look at her with surprise.

Yup, Julie knew how to shock everyone.

After dinner, Julie and I retreated to my room and I put in a Chinese DVD on my laptop and we listened to it as background noise while we talked on my bed.

“What’s up with that bitch, Blair? I don’t like him,” she stated.

I laughed heartily, “I told you.”

I pulled her into a hug, “It’s great to have you here."

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