Author's Note: I had written this for my short story class about two years ago and figured it was about time I reworked it, type it up and post it online.

Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me.

Like typical college students, my roommate Lyn and I were nocturnal animals who slept until the sun rose high into the sky. But lately, the two of us found a reason to 'greet the buttcrack of dawn' so to speak. Or at least the hot, sweaty, bronze backside of our new neighbor as he worked out in the patio area. For awhile, we simply knew him as 'cute-and-Chinese,' which later turned into 'Very-cute-and-anti-social-and-Chinese' and finally settled into 'smoldering-hot-with-muscular-body-and-still-anti-social-and-Chinese.' That final nickname happened after Lyn and I had a Hot British Men movie marathon that lasted until about six in the morning.

The two of us were dozing in the living, watching the end of 'Pride and Prejudice' when we heard the door of the apartment next to ours open. Wondering what Cute-and-Chinese was doing up so early, we exchanged a look and peaked out through the blinds of the sliding glass doors. Our apartment was the corner apartment, his apartment was the next one so we had a very good vantage point. A very good vantage point. In front of our apartment stood Cute-and-Chinese in masculine glory wearing a pair of baggy white pants, socks, and soft black shoes. That's it. No shirt. None at all. Our mouths were hanging open and the carpet was probably getting wet with the saliva dribbling off our dangling tongues. He did a few stretches, turned his very muscular back to us and walked downstairs into the patio area.

I looked at Lyn. She looked at me. The two of us quickly and quietly opened the door and snuck out, peeping over the railing to see him finishing his stretches. Then he stood up and moved fluidly into a series of several Tai Chi katas, his face set in rigid concentration.

For about a half an hour the world revolved around Cute-and-Chinese, his strength, his grace and his pure masculinity that were driving two hormonal college students wild. And then the worst possible thing EVER happened. It began very innocently, just a bit of a tickle in my nose. I was so absorbed in watching our gorgeous neighbor that I only scratched at it halfheartedly. But it wasn't enough, the tickling stood and if anything, it became more insistent. I sniffed a few times, I took a couple of deep breaths but I was unwilling to leave my perch and that became my downfall. The sneeze that ripped itself out of me shattered the serenity of the early morning and echoed off the walls.

Cute-and-Chinese was in the progress of doing a very complicated form which involved putting all of his weight on one leg and required his full concentration on it. When I sneezed, he was so startled by it that he lost his focus and his balance and after a few frantic seconds of trying to reclaim it (which involved flapping his arms like a bird) he toppled over onto the grass.

There were a few seconds of total shock but then he shot a glare at our direction and began storming towards the stair, probably to give us a painful and very slow death with a blunt object of some kind. Lyn and I made a mad dash into the apartment and slammed the door shut before he could reach the top of the stairs. The two of us then had a good laugh about what had happened and went to bed dreaming about shirtless Chinese men. We didn't think much of what had happened but fate obviously had other plans for Cute-and-Chinese and ourselves. Or at least for me.

About two weeks after our 'incident,' I was heading up the stairs after class, feeling very drowsy and exhausted as I had been working long hours on a project. I was looking forward to a hot shower and then collapsing into bed when I collided with something firm and warm. I then found myself sprawled on the ground with sparkly stars in front of my eyes and slowly sat up when they faded. My eyes then met the pair of black, seemingly pupil-less eyes of my very attractive and angry neighbor.

"YOU!" he snarled and began to come towards me.

"Eeeeep!" I yelped and scooted backwards away from him on my rear end. Just then, the door of his apartment swung open and a young man with a long chestnut braid and laughing violet eyes peered out, probably saving me from certain death. A grin spread across his face as he took in his friend and myself in our current situation.

"Hmm, and here I thought you said you were going to go check on your laundry!" the man laughed.

"Shut up, Duo. I just ran into a neighbor," Cute-and-Chinese frowned at Duo but all the signs of anger were gone from his face and his features relaxed into a smile.

"You didn't tell me that you had such cute neighbors!" Duo exclaimed and helped me up, then dragged me into the apartment. "Come on in! I made spaghetti and Wufei's complaining that I made way too much and you look pretty exhausted and hungry, you're in college right? College students never eat right anyway so you might as well have some of the spaghetti and there's garlic bread too and..." he went on without stopping for a breath.

I had a very good evening that night as the three of us talked about various things and I learned that the two men were going out. Sad news for myself and Lyn but now we have a third member on our peeping raids who enthusiastically holds up score cards to rate Wufei's performance while telling us embarrassing stories that make us laugh and cause Wufei to fall over and shout meaningless threats of death by blunt objects at us.