"Kiku-kun!" called my mother from downstairs. "Your great-grandfather is on the phone!"

"Glad he has a phone…" I mumbled, not taking my eyes off my book.

"He wants to talk to you! Get your butt down here!" She called again.

I sighed and flipped my book over on the nightstand and started for the stairs.

"Konichiwa," I instinctively said.

"HELLO, GREAT-GRANDSON!" boomed the phone. "How are you? How're your grades? How's school? How are things at home? What's going on? Are you seeing anyone? GOT A GIRLFRIEND, YET?!" He shouted through the phone.

I sighed and answered him simply and quickly, "I'm fine. I'm still smart. School sucks balls. Everything is fine with the house. And nothing."

Not paying attention to anything I just said, he yelled instantly, apparently annoyed that I ignored his last two questions. "GIRLFRIEND! Are you seeing anyone?"

"No, I don't need anyone," I replied.

"WHY?! ARE YOU GAY?!" he shouted so loudly my mother heard and yanked the phone away.

"YOSHINO! HOW RUDE! HOW COULD YOU! YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED! DON'T SAY STUFF LIKE THAT!" she yelled through the phone.

"OKAY! OKAY! DAMN, WOMAN! SUMIMASEN!" he shouted back.

She glared through the phone as if he could see her and handed it back to me.

"Umm… Hello?" I asked awkwardly.

"Anyway, Kiku-san, I want you to come live with me in America for a while! It's a great country! There's a lot to learn. And you need a girlfriend, dumbass!" he stated.

"America? I've been online. It's stupid. I'm already Asian, I don't need to know anything else. And I don't need a girlfriend," I replied.

"Nonsense! I want you here in a week at the latest, smartass!" the phone clicked and I was left with the tone.

"Oh God…" I groaned.

"America? I don't know… It seems dangerous by yourself…" my mom said, worriedly.

"I'll be fine, mom. I can be on a plane by myself," I assured her. "I mean… I am seventeen."

"Okay. Okay, You're right." She said "Start thinking about what you want to take and what you want washed, okay?"

"Mhmm…" I replied before going back to my room to finish my book.

America… I don't even know any English! I thought. How the hell and I supposed to find a girl if I can't even communicate with her?

I belly-flopped onto my bed, covering my face with my pillow.

Ugh… I'm not gay, either! I have no interest with guys! Only reading and studying for school. That's why I don't want a girlfriend. You don't get anywhere by fucking a slut!

I let those thoughts linger until I got tired.

I looked around my room and sighed. Perhaps I should start packing… Nah, I'll take a nap first.

A/N: This is the first story I've ever written…kind of. I wrote a Germancest one-shot, like, a REALLY long time ago…so I consider this as my first story. I admit my writing probably isn't the best in town, but I tried. I plan to make this my summer project, so I hope I can get it pretty much finished before school starts back up again. R&R please! Criticism is welcome, I guess… :/