Never Forget Taking the Brown Bomber Jacket

What's Up With All These People?

The next few weeks passed by without incident.  Alfred didn’t talk to me as much, unless it was help with something in class.  I had a feeling that he guidance counsellor finally talked to him.

            Finals had started last week.  It was the day before my last for my high school career.  I was surprised that Chun-Yan was still here.  I thought that foreign-exchange students went back home to graduate.  I wasn’t complaining, though.  At least I had some company, and someone to go shopping with, like we were doing right now.

            “Okay,” I said, looking down at the grocery list while I pushed the cart.  “We got bread, eggs, milk, cereal, pop-tarts, burger meat, and pasta.  What else do we need?”

            “Candy!” Chun-Yan exclaimed.

            I chuckled and rolled my eyes at her.  “The money we have Is for actual food, not—”

            “Look out!”

            My head snapped back in front of me just in time to see my cart collide with a handsome young man, knocking his basket out of his hands.

            “Are you kidding me?” he exclaimed.  “Stupid bloody Americans.”

            “I’m so sorry,” I apologised, rushing over to help him pick his things up.

            He glanced up at me, looking surprised.  “Oh, no, it’s fine.  That was rude of me.”

            “It was still my fault,” I said, a small smile slipping onto my face.  I handed him a box of pasta that fell from his basket.

            “Thanks,” he said, taking it with a smile and sparkling green eyes.

            “You look really familiar,” I remarked, standing back up.

            “Really?  That’s funny, because I’m not from around here.”

            “Yeah, I can tell from the accent.”

            He chuckled.  “Yeah, well—”  His gaze landed on Chun-Yan and his voice died out.  He looked at her, surprised, and then became confused.

            I looked between them.  “Do you two know each other?” I asked slowly, unsure.  Chun-Yan was watching the British man with an amused look for some reason.  She was probably still amused from me running into him.

            “Er, no,” the British man said, ripping his gaze off of Chun-Yan to look at me.

            “Oh, okay.”

            “Goodbye, have a nice day.”  He walked quickly down the aisle, in a hurry all of a sudden.

            “Uh, you too?”  I watched him walk away and thought about where I had met a British man before.  Then it hit me.  “Oh my God.”

            Chun-Yan gave me a curious look.  “What?”

            “I saw that man talking to Alfred one day.”

            “What?  When?”

            “Uh, I don’t remember.  It was a couple weeks ago.  I think they’re stalking me together.”

            Chun-Yan looked off in the direction that the man went.  “That’s weird-aru.”

            “Yeah…”  I sighed.  “Let’s get some candy and then we’re done.”

            She beamed at me.  “I knew you would get candy!”

            I laughed and we headed to the candy section in the back of the store.

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I quickly walked back to the apartment America had set up for us to live in while he attended Holly’s school.  Once I got in, I went into the kitchen and set the groceries down on the counter.  Then I called America’s cell number.

            While I waited for him to answer, questions raced through my mind.  What was he doing here?  Why was he dressed like a high school girl?  More importantly: why was he with Holly?

            “Yo, Arthur,” America answered, and I knew that he was with somebody by the usage of my human name.  “What’s up, dude?”

            “I need to talk to you about—”  I heard a deep male voice in the background.  “Who are you with?”

            “Oh, I’m just at the liquor store.”

            I sighed, shaking my head.  “Really?”

            “Dude, they’re doing a buy five bottles, get three of your choice free thing today!”

            “And you’re doing that?”

            “Uh, duh!”

            “We don’t need anymore alcohol!”

            “We always need more alcohol.  Now I’ll talk you later, man.  I need to talk to this guy.”

            “Wait, Amer—”  He hung up.  I huffed angrily and called again.

            “Dude.  I’m trying to do something here.”

            “Well, I need to talk to you about something more important than alcohol.”

            “What could be more important than alcohol?”

            “Holly.”

            He was silent for a moment.  “Okay, one sec.”  He said something to the guy he was with.  “Okay, what’s up?”

            “Well, I was out shopping just now and I ran into her and she had this Chinese girl with her, but—”

            “Oh!” he exclaimed, cutting me off.  “Do you mean Chun-Yan?”

            “Sure.  What’s her last name?”

            “Wang, I think.  Why’re you asking, dude?”

            My jaw dropped.  “You bloody idiot!  That’s China!  That’s China’s human last name!”

            He laughed.  “Are you serious?  Dude, she’s just a foreign-exchange student from China.  Holly’s her host family.”

            I groaned.  “America, listen to me for a minute.  Chun-Yan is just China disguised as a high school girl.  The fact that he’s with Holly means that something’s probably up.  Take a closer look at… her, I guess, tomorrow.  You should be able to recognise China, you daft airhead.”

            He was quiet.  “Whatever.  Are you sure you’re not just being racist?”

            I face-palmed.  (After some time, I learned that it was ‘face-palm’, not ‘palm-face’.)  “I’m sure.  Just do it.”  I hung up on him and sighed heavily.  He had such a thick skull.

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AN:

Sorry this is so short.  It's less than 1,000 words, haha.  That's weird.  Oh well.  It's a planned chapter, as all of them are, so deal with it. :)

So, it was finally revealed who Chun-Yan really is! =O  Craziness.  Haha, just kidding it was probably really obvious that she's China. :P

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