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Tough Love Part 19; Part 4
HOPE you guys enjoyed part 19 part 3. Donâ??t forget to vote!! ()()()()()()()()()()~~~~~()()()()()()()()()()()()~~~~~~~~()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()~~~~~~~~~()()()()()()()()()() Chapter 19 Part 4 Eye of the Tiger I was sitting, no actually, lying on the couch, enjoying the rain and eating ice cream while Michael tried his best to tickle my feet. One time, I almost kicked him in the face. I told him I was sleepy. One time when I dozed off for a second, I felt fingers tickling my waist. â??Oh, stop!â? I gasped. â??I told you Iâ??m VERY ticklish.â? â??Thatâ??s why itâ??s so fun.â? He said laughing. â??Are you?â? â??No.â? he practically screamed. When I lay back again, he asked me why I didnâ??t drive. â??Because I donâ??t always feel comfortable behind the wheel.â? â??Well, do you have your licenses?â? Honestly, I didnâ??t want to answer him. â??Geesh Michael, I just turned sixteen.â? â??You can get your license on your birthday.â? â??But I didnâ??t want them then.â? â??So you donâ??t have it?â? There was a few seconds of silence. I had already hesitated long enough, so I knew I couldnâ??t lie to himâ??even if I wanted to. â??I donâ??t.â?I whispered. The guilt and embarrassment was heavy in my throat. â??Oh.â? He let in his breath. â??Why not?â? â??Because I didnâ??t wanna, Michael! I decided to wait a while until I felt better. Plus you never know who you will meet when youâ??re riding the public bus.â? â??Well, okay then.â? After two minutes of silence he asked me, â??Does it have to do with your past?â? â??Put up Michael.â? I told him. He was silent after that. I donâ??t remember much after that, other than I heard the door open. Clarence finally got home. It was a little after eight. â??So where have you been?â? I asked as I yawned and stretched, laughing. â??Out for a drink.â? â??Oh really? Out with whom?â? â??Youâ??ll see because this young fellow will be our guest for dinner tonight.â? â??Oh no! I didnâ??t cook anything!â? â??Thatâ??s okay hon, I called Michael, and he said you were sleep on the couch, so I decided for a fact that we will get some Japanese tonight.â? â??Japanese?!â? I asked, astounded. â??Why Japanese?â? Sure, Iâ??ve had Chinese take-out. That was the good old days, though. â??Why Japanese?â? I asked again. â??Because our guest is Japanese.â? He said, matter-of-factly. Thatâ??s when I saw a bag of food in his hand. The person who walked in with the other bag was someone I recall seeing. My heart pounded my chest, and my whole body felt hotâ??not just warm. â??Lyric, this is my young buddy, Tiger Oâ??Ryan.â? I was still staring at him, sitting on the couch. â??Hey, Lyric.â? He said. â??Hi.â? I said, nodding slowly. When my father and this unwanted stranger walked out of the room, I turned around, feeling icky and guilty. This guy knew my face, and Michael knew his. â??Hey, whatâ??s wrong?â? Michael asked me as he came back into the room. He was upstairs, and when I saw him, he was wearing a tee and some sweats. â??We have a visitor. Thatâ??s whatâ??s wrong with me.â? I said, obviously annoyed. â??Who?â? he asked. His question didnâ??t have to go unanswered for long, though. Tiger walked back into the living room with my father, joking. â??No, you donâ??t know Michael Jackson!â? he said laughing. That was until dad proved him wrong. â??Hey,â? he said stopping Tiger, â??are you too sure about that?â? he asked. Then he grabbed his arm and pointed at Michael. This was like a movie! I watched Tigerâ??s expression change as he looked up, and saw Michael. Thatâ??s when he immediately stopped laughing, and grew a little cold. â??See what I mean? Told you I wasnâ??t lying to ya.â? He stared for another second, looked at Michael, then me, then Clarence. â??Guess you werenâ??t.â? Michael walked up to him and shook his hand. Tiger gave a firm handshake, and faked a smile. I only shook my head slightly. I didnâ??t care because I knew this night could turn out to be a hot mess. After Tiger and my father walked back into the kitchen, Clarence told us Michael and I could wash our hands so we can get ready to eat. I went in after Michael. I looked in the mirror at myself. I was just sweating some from sleeping. I had sofa marks on my right cheek. And I still had that drawn out i-just-woke-up look on my face. My eyes were really big, and I look suddenly awake and alert. So I crept upstairs to change from my tank top to another tank, and a new coat of deodorant. I also took off my jeans, and wore some comfy shorts. When I came down the stairs, I saw Tiger taking some of the food into the living room, and when he saw me, he stopped for a second and looked me over. I looked away with a slight smile. I donâ??t know why I like it when guys look at me with amazement. Iâ??ve learned itâ??s an amazing turn-on. â??Took you long enough!â? Clarence said. â??I was all sweaty.â? I said, laughing it off. â??Oo-kay.â? He said. He and Tiger was setting up the food on the living room table. â??Were eating in here?â? I asked. â??Yep. I want to have that Asian feeling of eating on the floor on pillows.â? Clarence said. â??Oh. Cool.â? I said simply. Tiger pulled out a pillow for me from the sofa. â??Thanks,â? I said. So I was sitting with my back against the wall. Dad was to my left, Tiger was to my right, and Michael sat across from me. â??So, what are we eating?â? I asked cheerfully. I know there is no reason I should be all cheerful because I knew this Tiger-kid. And like many other people, I didnâ??t start talking to him on the best terms. Regardless, I was a bit cheerful, because it is a rainy Friday night, and Iâ??m about to eat Japanese food with two cute guys at the table. Tiger told me â??Weâ??re having the traditional sushi, Yakisoba, Pineapple bun, Tonkastu, and Gyoza.â? â??No egg rolls?â? I asked. Egg rolls is one of my faves. â??Oh, yeah, one for each of us.â? â??So you paid a fortune!â? â??Not when you know the owners.â? He said with a wicked smile. â??When you know the owners, and are bribed to take their relative to one of her dances, you get to pay for the food twenty-five percent off. â??So how much did you pay?â? â??Thirty.â? â??Well, we split the bill.â? Dad said. â??So what is it weâ??re really about to eat?â? I asked Tiger. â??Since you know what egg rolls and sushi is, I donâ??t have to explain that to you.â? I shivered when he said sushi. Iâ??m not a big fan of it, though I can say in my lifetime, I have consumed at least ONE sushi. â??They were mainly for me.â? he said, laughing. â??But Pineapple bun is a dessert that actually comes from China. Gyoza is Chinaâ??s own chicken dumplings.â??.â? â??Okay, if were eating Japanese, then why are many of the dishes are Chinese oriented.â? â??Though we donâ??t like to admit, we often mix up each otherâ??s cultures when it comes to food sometimes because we know Americans canâ??t always tell the difference.â? â??But I know SOME of the differences.â? â??I know. Thatâ??s true. Itâ??s just that yâ??all eat it all up. Things work out for the customer and us Asians.â? He said with a smile. â??What are you, anyways?â? Michael asked. â??I know youâ??re Asian, but youâ??re also pale.â? â??Heâ??s also Irish.â? I said. â??How did you know?â? Clarence and Michael asked at the same time. â??Good guess?â? I said first. Then I threw my thumbs up. â??Yeah, sheâ??s right.â? Tiger said, playing along. â??But also, the Tonkastu is finally, a popular Japanese dish. It has bread, deep-fried pork, and other stuff in it. â??Yakisoba is our â??fried noodlesâ??. Theyâ??re sold in Japan, but once again, we give China the credit.â? â??So basically, the only things that a Japanese restaurant WOULD sell, since it is a Japanese joint, is sushi and Tonkastu?â? â??Yep, I guess tonight was China Night!â? â??Whatever, letâ??s just dig in.â? My dad said. Easily, I got a little confused about some of the food, and how to eat it with my chopsticks. Yep, I said it, chopsticks! So Tiger would have to help me grip them correctly. He had to help Michael, and show my dad how to do it the right way, also. Mainly, this dinner was all about him. Our attention was focused on which one of his parents is Irish, and which one was Japanese. I already knew which one was which. â??My father is Japanese, and my mother is Irish.â? Just like I knew; not thought. â??And my grandfather fought in the Second World War. Iâ??m not too proud to say he was on Japanâ??s side because of Pearl Harbor, but I understand why. And I know that my dad tried his best to rebel against his father as much as he could because he wanted to feel like a normal teenager. He wanted to be irresponsible, and put his parents in debt by doing some shady get-money-quick scheme. My Grandpa PoPo had my dad study as much as he wanted him to. He didnâ??t want my dad to go out, get drunk, and shoot at his fellow brothers in the Christ of God.â? â??So youâ??re grandfather thought he was reckless when he was younger?â? â??Yeah, he did. He actually was, and he still has that side to him. My dad says that he is raising his own â??Grandpa PoPoâ??, because Iâ??m stern and serious like him sometimes.â? â??Hey, thatâ??s what I like to hear.â? My dad said, after covering his mouth to burp. He raised his fist, showing his strength and belief. Tiger just grinned. â??So why is youâ??re last name so ordinary? I mean American.â? Michael asked Tiger after a few minutes of silence. The only thing that was making noise, other than us eating, was the TV turned to the news. â??Thatâ??s because I would get picked on for being biracial, Michael. So, surprisingly, when my dad was away from some time, he told my mother to let me use her maiden name at school. But he always told me I was a Tsunami at home.â? â??So what do you go by now?â? â??Oh, people still think my last name is Oâ??Ryan. But then they look at me, and ask what my real name is. Thatâ??s when I tell them the shorter version of my story.â? â??Oh.â? â??And my fellow Japanese people were surprised to know I had a last name like that. Some wouldnâ??t want to talk to me because my last name means a dangerous, disaster.â? â??Itâ??s okay. Itâ??s not like itâ??s your fault.â? I said, encouraging him. It didnâ??t take much longer for me to start getting full. In the middle of Dadâ??s joke, the phone rang, and Michael decided to answer it. In about two minutes, he walked in the room, and said he needed to go for a late night meeting with his family. To me, it seemed odd, because whatever needed to be said could simply be talked about over the phone. I believe all of us felt that way, but we politely let Michael be on his way. The positive thing that came about when he left is that he cleared his area on the table. I wished him good luck on the slippery, wet roads. I knew that if Tiger or my dad wasnâ??t around. I would have hugged Michael, no doubt about it. But since they were around, I didnâ??tâ?¦. Finishing up my dinner without Michael was sort of weird. I was a little less interested in what was being said. I didnâ??t care as much, because Tiger and I really didnâ??t know each other the way we thought. So for that reason, I was always noticeably quiet around him. He and I knew that, but my dad didnâ??t. â??God, what time is it?â? Tiger asked, looking down at his watch. â??A little after nine.â? My dad responded. â??I think everyone is done with their food.â? Tiger said, looking over at our plates. â??Yeah, they are.â? I said with a smile. â??Okay, well letâ??s clear this up!â? My dad said. Being the perfect little daughter I am, I decided I would, of course, wash the dishes, and put up the ones that were already dry. My dad, being funny said that since I was the woman, I shouldnâ??t have any problem wanting to clean the dishes. I acted like I didnâ??t even hear him. Then of course Tiger volunteered to chip in. While I scrubbed with soap, he would rinse them off. And even though I sorta wanted him to stop, he WOULD NOT stop whistling. â??Hey, Iâ??m just whistling to you.â? He would say. Out the blue, my dad asked Tiger how old he was. By now, we were back on the couch while a baseball game was being played in the background. â??Iâ??m nineteen.â? â??Really? Why so old?â? he asked, half-joking. â??What you mean?â? Tiger asked. He means â??Why are you so old and around my daughter?â? I thought to myself. â??You seem like a senior. Maybe eighteen.â? â??Well, I AM about to be nineteen. Iâ??m still eighteen right now.â? â??So what grade are you in?â? â??Oh, I graduated. My birthday is just in December.â? â??December what?â? â??The sixteenth.â? â??Oh, okay.â? He said nodding. Maybe he was satisfied now. â??When is YOUR birthday?â? Tiger asked my father. â??Itâ??s in July.â? Thatâ??s all my would dad say; and I wouldnâ??t expect him to say anymore than that. I believe heâ??s sorta touchy about the subject. It was almost ten when my dad was going to drive Tiger home; wherever that is. My dad was outside, cranking up, letting the squad car get warm. He was probably playing with the speaker also. Thatâ??s what I saw as I walked out on the porch, and watch the rain fall from all parts of the house. He went back in to change his jacket, and whatever else he needed to fix. Not too long after, Tiger walked out on the porch with me. When I turned, and saw his pale skin, I felt all warm inside again. â??Hey.â? He said. â??Hey.â? â??You like Michael, donâ??t you?â? he asked me. Actually, he asked me like he was confirming to me that his suspicions were true. â??Um, no.â? I said. â??Why would you suspect that?â? â??Because heâ??s young, handsome, and now, all of a sudden, you know him!â? â??So, you mustâ??ve been jealous at the table.â? I said while grinning. â??No, I think homeboy was.â? He said with a smile. â??I mean his questions were sorta rude.â? â??He only wanted the truth out of you. You should be glad that some has some type of interest in you to want to know more. He grumbled real quick. â??I guess so.â? I had my arms wrapped around one of the poles that were connected to the house; despite the fact that I was getting a little wet from the rain. â??Lyric?â? â??Yeah?â? I asked, obviously not in-tuned to everything that was going on around me. â??Remember that game we used to play?â? â??No.â? I said, obviously quickly. â??â??If I kiss you, you will kiss me back?â??â? I only shook my head at him. I knew what he meant. Both of us knew what was meant by that, but I wasnâ??t about to give-in to what he was saying, â??Look, youâ??re far away from him now. And donâ??t worry about Coop. Heâ??s just a douchebag sometimes. Thereâ??s nothing I can do about it.â? â??But what you can do is not go around me, and act like you donâ??t know me.â? â??Lyric, I had to. It surprised the hell out of me when I saw you for the first time after so long. You just donâ??t understand. But I had to put on the act. Plus I was surprised you even used your Japanese, so I HAD to jump in the act.â? â??Yeah, the Japanese you taught me.â? â??Hey, sometimes, youâ??d give me a sentence, and I would have to tell you how to say it.â? After I didnâ??t respond for two minutes, he silently said, â??But that doesnâ??t matter, though.â? Then he tugged on the same pole I was on. â??Youâ??re speech is sentimental, Tiger, but no thanks.â? Then he said, â??A game is a game to you. It means something to me.â? Then he raised my chin, while he was already leaning over. His target was on the bottom of my lip. Though I hate to say it, yummily, his teeth bit into my bottom lip a little, and he gave me a quick, steamy kiss before we heard footsteps by the door. Thatâ??s when I REALLY had the urge to push away, so thatâ??s what I did. I swear on so many things I love, when my father opened that door, I was red ear to ear. I felt I was running a severely fever. I was standing in front of m dad, but Tiger did a good job of walking away without saying nothing. When my dad told me he would be home under an hour, all I could do was nodded. And when he said â??Okay?â? I responded with okay. I looked at Tiger. He was smart enough to not so anything stupid. He was just slick enough to not be seen by my father while he looked at me. My face was sorta burning while I thought, â??Wow, Tigerâ??s eye is on me.â? Then I thought, â??Eye of the Tiger!â? ()()()()()()()()()()~~~~~()()()()()()()()()()()()~~~~~~~~()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()~~~~~~~~~()()()()()()()()()() Hey guys!!! I hope yâ??all REALLY enjoyed. Sorry for any errors I made. And so you will know, this is one of the longest parts yet! I was DETERMINED to have all of this under one part. Donâ??t forget to vote up!! Luv-Aariyan!! *P.S. Eye of the Tiger is an actual song. It just fell into place with this part.
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