REALLY THO?

Story title inspired by Fab's song on his mixtape 'The Soul Tape' entitled, 'Really Tho'.

Major Characters:

Jazmine Dubois (23), Huey Freeman (23), Michael Caesar (24), Cindy McPhearson (22), Riley Freeman (21), Stacia Jackson (21)

Minor Characters:

Lamaar Stevens (20), Marcus O'Neal (21), Tom and Sarah Dubois (mid 40s), Ed Wuncler III and Gin Rummy (mid 30s), Tina and Anton Jackson (mid 40s), Robert Freeman (age unknown)

My first Riley story, ya'll! :)

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN BD!

So you all already know about the FanFic Admin thing. Smh, pissed me off, but aye, lesson learned. No cursing on the summary, got it lol. Anyways, here's the story ya'll.

CHAPTER 1: ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER SLEEPOVER

Another day, another argument, another sleepless night on the living room sofa.

This shit is fucking ridiculous! That damn 'honeymoon' stage we had is long gone. We don't even know how to talk to each other anymore. Every day is the same! All we do is alternate between fighting and fucking, and the sex isn't even sensual. We just go at each other like wild animals! Where's the love in that? While I do enjoy the roughness, sometimes we need to take our time and be romantic. We take our anger out on each other. That shit ain't right! I know I sound like a pussy ass nigga right now, but word I miss those days!

I miss how we used to talk about anything and how she just sounded so sweet. She made my day just by being by my side. Hell, I remember a time when she didn't even yell. She just held a firm tone when she was mad or upset. She used to even get on me about calling a bitch a bitch! What does she do now?

Call a bitch a bitch! Accuse me of sneaking around, although she knows damn well I work night shifts! I'm coming through the door at 12:30 lookin' tired as fuck, work clothes all wrinkled up and shit, and here she come standing in the kitchen with her arms folded and a nasty ass attitude on her face.

"Why yo' clothes wrinkled? Did you fuck some bitch and try to make me think you really work at night? Do you think I'm stupid? Who's that bitch? Nigga, you cheatin' on me?"

I just want to go "Shut the fuck up!" but I don't like to yell at her. If you plan on yelling at a female, you better plan on having a shitload of comebacks, nigga. I don't ever know what to say when she get on that stupid shit. I try telling her I'm not interested in nobody else, but she too angry to hear shit! Either way, whether I respond to her or not, she gon' keep yelling. So I learned to try to ignore her.

Honestly though, her not trusting me hurts. Like, why the fuck did she stop? She relied on me for everything, and vice versa. I never gave her a reason for not putting her trust in me, so what's the problem?

Man, I'm still tryna figure out where she got this insecurity from. She too fine, and her personality was on point! I guess when people been together for too long, they start thinking about some crazy shit and go crazy themselves, but that ain't a good enough excuse for me, and I don't know if I can really handle that shit. I ain't no punk, but on the real, I'm about done with this bullshit.

I don't know what to do. I love her too much to let her go, but I think letting go just may be the solution to our problem.

Either that, or just going on a vacation far away with my niggas for like…ten weeks! Even if that happens, she'll accuse me of 'sleeping with all the Spanish women'!

We need some sort of a miracle in order to work this out.

You know what his problem is? He gets offended too easily! I simply asked if he was ever going to cut his hair and he looked at me like I killed his cat or something. I just said whatever and he said some slick shit under his breath. Can you believe him?

And as far as his 'night shifts' go, I don't fully believe it. Why this nigga always creeping inside of the house at night? There's only two reasons why people creep in houses: because they want to steal, or because they were cheating.

Now, I'm not one to be so insecure, but lately he hasn't even looked at me the same. He used to be mesmerized by me, and I'm not an arrogant person, but I really enjoyed that. He used to talk to me about anything, but a week after he got that job, it's like the wall I had broken a long time ago was building itself right on up again. When we get together now, we argue or have rough sex. I can't even explain it. Like, the fireworks are diminishing rapidly. I really miss how we used to be, but since he changed on me, I can't trust him. I don't know what he's hiding, I don't know what he's doing. I know it's wrong to just accuse him of sleeping with some woman, but I don't know what else to think with him acting weird and all.

I still love him, but I wish he'd just open up so we could work this thing out!

I love this man to death. He may be blunt, sarcastic, and way too harsh, but he's such a sweetheart. All that he does, he tries to help his people and I really love that about him. I also love the way he makes me feel. He makes me feel important, beautiful, empowered, all of that. And whenever we're alone, he really makes me feel good.

Especially when he's doing what he's doing now.

I moan slightly as I feel his sweet lips softly press against my neck. He's such a tease and as much as I love it, I can't wait to have all of him!

"Baby, hurry up please." I beg in a small voice. I feel his lips spread, as if he's smiling and he lifts his head to look at me a bit. I look back at him and notice his adorable smirk. I smile back and give him a quick kiss on the lips. His smirk doesn't go away before he attacks my neck again. Ugh! He doesn't listen!

I'm rendered speechless as he kisses me all over and pretty soon we both go at it. Just as we're really getting into it, we hear something that shifts our moods a bit.

The doorbell.

We both stop in the middle of our lovemaking, and look at each other. I look at him, not knowing whether to get up or ignore it, and he looks at me with a look that basically read 'You better not get up'.

I smile amusedly and we continue until we hear it again. He lets out a frustrated groan and hesitantly gets up, much to our displeasure. After he's dressed in his night clothes, he turns to me with a look of remorse.

"I'll be back shortly." He promises. I nod and watch as he opens and closes the door behind him.

Goddamn interruptions!

Who the hell could this be knocking on my door at 5:30 in the morning? I hope whatever the reason, it's important because if not, then Jehovah Witnesses are going too far if you ask me.

In my sweatpants and a white t-shirt, I open the front door to find my little brother, Riley, standing there looking pretty exhausted.

Oh yeah, and a suitcase in his hand.

I frown at his unexpected visit, but move aside to let him in. He smiles and greets me as usual.

"What's good, nigga?" He sounds tired, but still trying to make small talk. I shrug as we walk over and take a seat on the couch.

"I'm good, what about you? You alright man?" I inquire knowingly. Lately, he and Stacia had some problems they needed to work out, and as I noticed him with a packed suitcase, I put two and two together.

"She kicked you out again?" I ask monotonously.

He smiles weakly and sighs. "Yeah. You know how it is."

I actually…don't know how it is, but I just nod anyways. I won't start the interrogation right now.

I let out an exasperated sigh. "Why here, Riley?"

He looks at me crazily and scoffs. "Nigga, you my brother! The fuck kinda question is that?"

I sigh again, but don't answer. I guess he's right, but of all the inappropriate times…

"So, what you doin' up this early anyways, nigga?" He asks, changing the subject. I guess he notices that I didn't just wake up and smirks knowingly. I roll my eyes.

"What, you mean besides being cock-blocked?" I seriously respond, much to his entertainment.

"Oh shit." He says and busts out laughing. "My bad son, I ain't know you and Jaz got it in this early."

I roll my eyes at his immaturity. "Yes you did." He just continues to laugh.

After he calms down, the atmosphere is quiet. I don't want to leave him down here, I mean he is my brother, but…I kinda wanna finish what Jaz and I started upstairs so…

"Nigga, go'on and handle yo' business. I ain't gon' bother you."

It's as if he read my mind. He's laying back on the long couch with his eyes closed so I have a feeling he'll pass out in a minute. I shrug and stand up.

"Alright then." I reply with no response from him. I just hope we don't wake him up. Jaz can get pretty loud.

Okay, so what do you guys think? And yes, the chapter is short, but ya'll know me. I don't do short chapters for long lol

But please review guys! Love ya!