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ᥫ᭡ 𝖶𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖠𝗋𝗍 ⊹ ܀

(Y/N) POV;

I SAT BESIDES my mother, while Dre and aunt Sherry sat behind us.

"You got it?" I heard aunt Sherry said as Dre fixed their luggage, sitting down besides his mom

"Oh Dre look we're already on lesson ten." Aunt Sherry said looking at the computer she was holding.

I heard her say something in Chinese then translated it to english, looking at Dre who didn't bother to care, I chuckled.

I didn't hear any of their conversation bringing back my attention to my mom who was fixing something on her bag.

"Need help, mom?" I asked, she shook her head, sighing in relief seeing the problem being solved, she layed her head back and looked at me.

"We're gonna have so much fun.." She said, I rested my head on her shoulder as both of us drifted to sleep.

End of (Y/N)'s POV.

• • •

(Y/n) felt someone tapping her rapidly, she quickly woke up and saw Dre already awake.

"Finally! Your awake." He said with a satisfied look on his face.

"Wha-..why did you-" She didn't finish her sentence seeing him pointing out the window, she took a peek and was mesmerized, they finally arrived.. At China.

• • •

"It said to meet her at number five." Sherry said rolling their luggage on the airport floor, looking at the signs, there was no use, they were all in Chinese.

"Let's just wait for a minute" (Y/n)'s mother, (Y/m/n) said receiving a nod from Sherry.

"Mrs. Packer?" A Chinese woman said while holding a paper that said 'Mrs. Packer', they all look at her, Packer? (Y/n) almost burst out but she hold herself.

"Oh it's PARKER" Sherry said correctly and clearly, reaching hands for the female.

"Apologies Mrs. parker,welcome to beijing" The woman said, shaking her hands.

(Y/n) quickly got an idea and went to her cousin.

"Dre PACKER can you pass me my umbrella?" She said her eye brows wiggling.

"Shut up dude."

• • •

(Y/N) POV;

We got out of the car and looked at the building in front of us.

Beverly Hills Luxury Apartment.

"Look at that Dre, Beverly Hills, you always talk about living there." Aunt Sherry said pointing at the apartment.

"But I think you're talking about the other one mom." I heard Dre replied.

"Doesn't look luxury to me." I said as Dre laughed walking towards me.

"Maybe they will be some luxury foods." He said clapping his hands as I looked at him in confusion.

"I don't even know you dre." I said sarcastically.

"I got a good feeling about this." Aunt Sherry said walking away.

"I don't." Dre spoked earning a nod in agreement from me.

Suddenly a boy came and approach us, he doesn't look Chinese so maybe it's a win for an English friend.

"Hey, you guys must be the new dudes from 305, I'm harry" he said as high five Dre and shake my hands.

"What's up I'm Dre" Dre said before looking at me.

"(y/n)" I said smiling at him, he smiled back and shook his head.

"Here let me help y'all." Harry said as he carried some bags.

"Thanks man" Dre said grabbing a luggage and walking towards the entrance.

I walked with them, carrying my bag and an extra box for my paintings.

"C-can you please explain these electricity cards? We don't have this in America" aunt Sherry said following the lady.

"Y'all know any chinese?" Harry asked after he greeted a man in Chinese.

Dre and I shook our heads.

"This is china, might not be a bad idea." Harry said,

I stopped my tracks noticing Dre was looking at some where, I looked and saw a park, with some kids and adults hanging out there.

"Oh that's our park, you guys should come." Harry said, as we saw aunt Sherry.

"Look at the both of you making friends already." Aunt Sherry said.

"Better look out for eachother." My mom said.

Aunt Sherry introduced herself to Harry as Harry did the same.

"I see you guys later then?" Harry said smiling at us.

"Yeah, maybe at the park" I said.

"Yeah, cool bye" Dre said waving at him.

"Ready?" I heard Dre asked, looking at me.

"Yeah.. Come on"

I'll pray that this won't be a disappointment.. Even though I'm feeling it's gonna be.




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