If I Die Young Chapter 1: The hills, a boondocks fanfic

A/N: What's up ladies and gents. This is something I wanted to put out just for experimentation. A lot of ppl may wonder why I like to pair up Huey and Cindy. it's because I used to read the comic strips as I rode the bus to school when I was in elementary school. I remember Huey spending time with Cindy just as much as he did with Jazmine. Cindy also sat behind Huey forever during school. She poked at him and always acted "hip hop" or discussing black and hip hop culture. She bugged him more than Jazmine did in fact. They changed her in the tv show which I also liked so what I generally do is mix the two personas for her. You might find yourself hating me for this because it makes you feel some type of way. That's okay, I want it to bring out your emotions, feel free to tell me anything in a review. Now please, enjoy. (Disclaimer: I do not own anything except this story.) One-Shot, also I recommend watching "The Hills" video at the appropriate time to fully understand the video.

Things had changed, he had changed. When you thought about drugs and alcohol, he wasn't what came to mind. When you thought about adultery and touring, he wasn't what came to mind. When you thought of breaking the law and always being drugged out, it definitely wasn't him. He was one of the biggest musicians ever but even he didn't know how he came to this place. Riley's been gone for 7 years, which is how long Huey has been like THIS. He had a show a few days ago and was now relaxing in a VIP room on the second floor of a club. He was leaning back on a couch with a stripper on his lap twerking. Even in situations like this that should grab any man's attention, Hetero and Homo. But Huey was light years away from her, back to THAT night. The night that changed everything. This happened occasionally for him because he never got over it. How could he? How could he possibly continue living happy knowing that he wasn't sharing this world with his little brother anymore. How could he walk around pretending to be happy when he wasn't? So, how HAS he continued without his brother? Anything that can distract him, easy right?

Instead of hanging with friends or his girlfriend, he hangs out here with marijuana rolled in a blunt on the table and a stripper grinding against him. He also had a full cup of lean in his hand, not to mention the bag of shrooms in his pocket. He was 25, his hair was still nappy and disheveled. He went to the barber frequently for an edge up and slight taper but for the most part he left his afro alone. It didn't grow much over the years, not noticeable at least and he only picked it right before it could dreadlock. He had insomnia so he rarely slept. There was only so much he could do at home before he decided to get into the night lifestyle. Music, alcohol, bars, clubs, strip joints, malls, drugs, weed, women, sex, clothes, poetry, blackouts, overdosing, jail, withdrawals, etc. Whatever he could do to ease on by or fade away. And in an instance, he was drug back into reality as the stripper was thrown to the ground and kicked away by Cindy.

"Get the fuck out of here bitch!" She wore a snapback over her hair, styled with her signature braided pig tails. She had on a white tee, skinny jeans, and some navy blue low top converse. She looked at Huey and smacked him across his cheek.

"What was that for?" Huey asked even though he had a good idea of why she was upset. He couldn't say that hurt either because of how numb his face was.

"I haven't heard from you in days and now I find you with some fuckin ho!" He didn't even know it had been that long since they last spoken.

"She's just a stripper, it's not like we're doing anything." He put his cup down and picked up the blunt and puffed it a few times.

"Not doing anything? LOOK AT YOURSELF! Your getting high as a fucking kite and drinking cough syrup! I thought you were done with this? Remember last time you overdosed and that wasn't the first time!" As she spoke Huey noticed another body advancing toward him. Even with THC and promethazine in his system, he still had great awareness. It was Jazmine.

"Calm down, I barely drunk any. You brought Jazmine?" He said with his eyes closed. Jazmine walked up and waved solemnly.

"Hey Huey." Jazmine wore a long sweater and blue jeans with timberland boots.

"She was worried too you dick." Cindy spoke almost in a whisper knowing only Huey would hear it.

"Hey Jazmine." He stood up slowly and looked down at Cindy. "I'm sorry."

"I thought you were done with this. I want the old Huey back, MY Huey!" She placed her hands on his cheeks and caught his eyes. "I love you."

They have been dating on and off for years because of his changes. She wanted all of him but she felt like she didn't know him anymore. This was her last time coming back to him, or so she says. The only problem was that Huey didn't know how to love another woman, at least not how they claimed to have loved him. He thought he loved Cindy at one point in the beginning but that was before everything happened. That was so long ago he didn't even remember the feeling, if it ever existed. His body has broken down so many drugs that the feeling of anything close to sober is a distant feeling left in the past. Truth was he did love Cindy but only as a friend, that meant he loved her enough to tell her what she wanted to hear.

"I love you too." He embraced her and whispered in her ear. "Lemme just wash my face and then we can leave." She kissed his cheek and he walked past her. He gave Jazmine a quick hug and continued to the restroom.

He shut the door behind him and locked it. He stared at himself in the mirror. He was wearing a gray hoodie, baggy black jeans and some black Timberland boots. He figured Jazmine was wearing her boots for the same reason he was; to honor Riley. He splashed his face with water and pulled out the bag of shrooms.

'Just take em, it's so easy. Just lie to them and continue. Besides I can't do this sober anyway. Who am I kidding, I haven't even tried. I gave up too soon, didn't I?' He stared at that face he couldn't stand to look at sober. At least when he was high he could push his emotions down and whenever he saw his brother in the mirror it didn't hurt as much. But sometimes he couldn't recall all of his memories of Riley and that frustrated him. He enjoyed everything about his brother, hell it was all he had of him.

'I want to remember. I guess I'll have to stop if that's the case. Maybe I'll even remember how to love HER.' Cindy flashed in his mind and he dumped the bag of shrooms into the toilet before flushing it.

He stepped out and they were waiting. He nodded to them and they walked out first. He stopped for a second and walked back over to the table. He grabbed the cup and downed almost half of it.

'Since this is the last night, I might as well. It shouldn't kick in until I'm at the hotel anyway.'

He walked outside and Cindy held her hand out. "Keys."

"I can drive." He insisted.

"You're sure?"

"I'm good. Just tell Jazmine to follow us in her car." Paparazzi was flashing him hard. This was the worst of being famous but he needed the money and he was good at what he did. They jumped into the black SUV along side four others that were identical. Cindy sent Jazmine the address so she could meet them there.

Finally they were on the open road and the streets were quiet. Huey couldn't help but feel tired since he IS on tour right now and it's three a.m. But honestly he hasn't had a good night's rest in 7 years since the night they lost Riley. He was shot in the back and put into a coma. Huey is just waiting for him to wake up. Most have already given up hope but they wouldn't dare say that in front of Huey. Huey couldn't help but to imagine Riley's still body laying there. He remembered the doctors telling him the bad news. He remembers Jazmine completely flipping out. He even remembers Grandad crying all night, but not Huey. He has yet to shed a single tear because that would mean he accepts Riley's fate. But he doesn't, he will never accept the reality where his brother never wakes up. Never has kids. Never invites him to cookouts. Never calls him gay for doing something that might be borderline gay. Riley was always a bit homo phobic but he was still Huey's brother. He'll never forget the bond they forged in the last few months together. However Huey did forget for a second that he was driving.

"HUEY WATCH OUT!" That was the last thing Huey heard from Cindy.

"Your man on the road, he doin' promo
You said, "Keep our business on the low-low"
I'm just tryna get you out the friend zone
Cause you look even better than the photos"

The only thing Huey could hear was his latest single. It was downloaded over ten million times. When he opened his eyes everything seemed to be up side down, even gravity. His body ached and he could feel a gash on the left side of his forehead where blood had ran down his face and dried up. He pushed the driver door open and noticed all of the glass from the window, scattered across the ground. He crawled over the glass and picked himself up before dusting himself off. The SUV was flipped over and was smoking.

"I can't find your house, send me the info
Drivin' through the gated residential
Found out I was comin', sent your friends home
Keep on tryna hide it but your friends know"

He had just a small limp as he walked around to the other side of the vehicle. He saw Cindy climbing out of the passenger seat and she didn't look happy. He noticed Jazmine banging on the glass from the seat behind Cindy. He grabbed the door handle and pulled it ajar. Huey took a step back before turning around and walking away from the accident. Cindy looked as though she were screaming at him but still, the song continued to drown out everything around him.

Jazmine whimpered as she looked around. Her makeup smeared as she cried. Cindy helped her up and continued her verbal assault on Huey. She ran up and hit him before pushing him multiple times though he wasn't phased by it.

"I only call you when it's half past five
The only time I'd ever call you mine
I only love it when you touch me, not feel me
When I'm fucked up, that's the real me
When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, babe"

He still continued down this street with houses lined up on both sides. And even though no sound but the music could be heard, he knew that Cindy was calling him everything that he was. Still he limped down the street as Cindy raged on and Jazmine quietly cried to herself.

"I'mma let you know and keep it simple
Tryna keep it up don't seem so simple
I just fucked two bitches 'fore I saw you
And you gon' have to do it at my tempo"

Wandering down this road, not knowing where it would take him was unsettling. But something pulled him this way, attracting him. He looked to the left and on the sidewalk were two women just staring at him. One was a nun although she was young and very attractive. The other one was a little older but still attractive. She had on leather pants and a bra. Huey held a solid face with only a hint of annoyance.

"Always tryna send me off to rehab
Drugs started feelin' like it's decaf
I'm just tryna live life for the moment
And all these motherfuckers want a relapse"

Cindy was there again, pushing him but she wasn't yelling anymore. She was also crying and she grabbed her head in panic. She put her hands to her face and began to sob. Huey involuntary began to sing along the chorus. The pain on his face showed years of emotional distraught.

"I only call you when it's half past five
The only time that I'll be by your side
I only love it when you touch me, not feel me
When I'm fucked up, that's the real me
When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah
I only call you when it's half past five
The only time I'd ever call you mine
I only love it when you touch me, not feel me
When I'm fucked up, that's the real me
When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, babe"

In the distance behind him the car exploded and Cindy was startled from it. She jumped and continued to freak out behind Huey. Jazmine was nowhere to be seen. Huey found at the end of the street was a dead end and a circle of houses lined across. He noticed a house that looked exactly like the one he lived in with his parents. He walked up the driveway and gripped the doorknob. He didn't understand why he was here but he was here and he wasn't going to turn back now.

"Hills have eyes, the hills have eyes

Who are you to judge, who are you to judge?

Hide your lies, girl, hide your lies

Only you to trust, only you"

When he opened the door the light from the driveway allowed him to see the glass that covered the floor and dust that settled in the air. He slowly shut the door and examined the place. Cobwebs were everywhere and all of the furniture were upside down or thrown to the side. All of the windows were covered with white curtains so that place had a ghoulish shade that barely gave him enough light to see.

He walked upstairs which made him circle once. At the end of the hall was an ominous red light coming from the last room.

"Ewedihalehu
Yene konjo, ewedihalehu
Yene fikir, fikir, fikir, fikir
Yene fikir, fikir, fikir, fikir"

The Ethiopian lullaby somehow heightened the effect of what he saw inside. Everything was set up nice, there were seven lamps and even more candles that lit the room up. Everything was a shade of red. There was a bed with two women dressed in fancy lingerie. Next to them was a sickly thin man sitting in a chair. His face was so unnatural, he almost didn't look human. He wouldn't if not for his hair which was in a ponytail. He also held a single red apple in his hand. Huey held a blank face towards him. Nobody said anything and Huey watched as the man fiddled with the apple, almost intrigued. The music faded...everything faded.

First let me know what you thought about the intro. Then tell me what your thoughts were on the way I progressed through the video. I know my stories are weird but I like to try different things. Oh and in case you were wondering, "lean" is basically what we drink down here in Texas to get messed up. It's a combination of materials to create a drink which will give you a deep feeling of "leaning". I will not tell exactly how to make it because I don't want to promote it because it is dangerous and you can OD on it. Thanks for reading guys, I'll be back with more soon. Bye!