Oreo's and Strawberries

A/n: I think this is my fifth fanfiction. Please like and review.

Chapter 1: I won't change my ice cream.

Riley P.O.V

I aimed my club at the golfball searching for the right angle.

"Just go already." My brother complained from the Golf cart.

We were currently on our estate's Golf course… Why are you looking at the screen like that?! What? We're you excpectin some ghetto vocabulary to come out my mouth? Some fighting, or me shooting santa? I'm 15, dammit. You stereotypical assholes! What? You expected me to just stay an ignant muther fucker? What the hell is wrong with you people?!You know what, damn author, just switch to my brother's Point of view!

(Me: Stop throwing tantrums! You're ruining my story!

Riley: I ain't ruinin' shit!

Me: Ugh.)

Huey's P.O.V

I stared at my brother as he walked across the golf course, ranting about stupid audiences and dumb authors. And the nigga has the nerve to call me gay. I signaled for the driver to go to where Riley was at. He nodded. No matter how many year's it has been, I still can't get used to being a rich boy. When I was 10, my grandfather met a black woman his age that actually was interested in an relationship. At first, me and my brother didn't believe it. Can you blame us?! Our grandfather doesn't have the best track record in dating! I mean, one blew herself up, Another one tried to dissect him, and a crazy bitch tried to kidnap Riley. Anyway, the woman actually turned out nice. Once she and Granddad started dating he fell in love with her. Now as you know, Me and Riley didn't have clean track records either and the lady was SUPER rich. She had Three sons, Three daughters, And Sixteen grandkids. All proper, all stuck-up. So seeing how much Granddad liked her, Riley and I changed are ways. Well, not all of them. I was still a domestic terrorist and Riley still calls everything but ganstalicious gay. We moved from Woodcrest to The Hamptons. And yes. For you ignorant mammals, that's the place from the movie "White Chicks."

"My turn." I stated aiming my club at the ball.

"HUEEEEYYYYYYY!" A female voice squealed.

I was suddenly tackled by a mass of Black hair and pink Clothes.

" Carol, get off of me." I stated, with my face mushed to the grass. Carol was Olivia's (Granddad's wife) sixteenth grandchild. The baby of the family. Who just happened to be super obsessed with me.

"But you're so huggable!" She squealed.

"GET. OFF. OF. ME." I demanded.

Carol pouted and stood up. "you're so mean." She stated.

"Especially to stalkers." I muttered. Carol was a Cheerleader at her High School. All of us attended Hampton's high. All of Olivia's grandchildren happened to be in the teen's.

"I came to tell you guy's brunch is ready." Carol stated. "and also that all of our teacher's and coach's will be attending."

I groaned. One thing I hated to endure was my fake teachers suckin up to my rich family by telling them how great I am. Those mother fucker's hate me! I constantly correct them in class.

"Riley!" I yelled. "Brunch is ready!"

I heard Riley curse.

"Why us?" He asked.

A/n: did I do good? Please R&R