Here's my new story, um synopsis not too sure. I just had an idea and I'm running with it. This is going to involve a number of things main thing Huey and Rileys relationship (for all you weirdos no that doesn't mean incest of any kind). As for the other things they'll just come naturally. The pairings for now are Huey&Jaz, I wanna say Riley and Cindy but their relationship is kinda fucked, you'll see why eventually. So I'll say Riley&Cindy subject to change via OCs. Hows that ? I don't think I have anything more to say on this. I'll let you guys read :)

Disclaimer: I do not own the Boondocks just my OCs.

"I love Huey, almost like a brother but what's done is done" - Riley Freeman : ...Or Die Trying.

Huey pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn't know how much longer he was going to be able to keep this whole thing up. And by whole thing he meant being his brother's damn keeper, you would think at 20 years old Riley would know better by now, but that's just what you think.

"This is some bullshit" Huey muttered as he made his way through the meshed bodies, the place smelled like a mixture between fake gold and stale hoes. Receiving some looks of suspicion Huey continued through the darkly lit club. Once he heard a string of profanities he already knew he had found him. Huey muttered again to himself and resisted the urge to beat Riley in the head with a chair.

"Come on, we're leaving" he ordered, not caring for his brother reaction.

"Yo nigga, dont touch me" a 20 year old Riley yelled, Huey however rolled his eyes. Yes he was used to Riley's drunken rage.

"Say another word and I'll shut your whole body down" Huey replied darkly, the bystanders watched the familiar scene. This wasn't the first time Huey had to come down here and had to drag his brother drunken state out before someone actually killed him. Riley was swatting sloppily and Huey was finding it harder and harder to fight that urge to beat the crap out of him.

"Just the man I wanted to see" Huey scowl deepened as he stopped momentarily, keeping a firm grip on Riley he turned back to see Bishop standing there waiting expectantly. Huey turned back around and continued to take Riley to his car.

"Yo nigga, we gon talk real soon" was all Huey heard behind him before he slung Riley in the back seat with no regard for his little brothers personal safety.

"Fuck, hurt" Riley yelled. Huey ignored him and got into the driver's seat. He took a deep breath, before sticking the key in the ignition.

"This is getting real old, Riley. You gotta clean yourself up" Huey delivered in his well known monotonous tone.

"Nigga get a haircut" Riley shot stupidly, still slurring his words like a damn fool

Huey pulled out the car park, noticing that Bishops men were watching him closely. He checked the back seat through his rear view mirror to see Riley stupidly banging on his phone, probably trying to send a text message or make a call.

"I hope you know I'm not always going to be there" Huey's voice was even. When he got no response from him he just concentrated on driving. Riley was pretty much a lost cause. But he was his brother, Huey left that thought right there.

Riley groaned as his body hit his bed, Huey had no damn consideration. No one asked his ass to come down to the club like a damn babysitter. He was always acting like someone is forcing him to be on his ass all the time. He was 20 fucking years old, he was a man just like his brother, he should let him be. Besides he wasn't doing nothing, he was getting a couple drinks in to celebrate his winnings. Yeah he won big on the Nets game and he wanted to celebrate with his thugs and hoes. He groaned again as something else hit him, he heard Huey say something but couldn't be bothered to listen. This nigga was probably just droning about some useless shit like normal. Just then his stomach flipped and he gagged.

Huey frowned deeply as he heard Riley gag behind him. He rubbed his face, and took another step towards the front door. Then he heard full on vomiting and cursed himself. He walked back towards the other room.

"Dumbass" he muttered.

He didn't dare clean up his brothers sick, he just left his place and headed back to his apartment. He figured Riley knew this routine all too well. And if he wanted to continue waking up in his own muck, then so be it. He was just there to make sure he wasn't going to die from swallowing his tongue or liver failure. However even he didn't know how much longer he could tolerate the mess his brother clearly was. And for the life of him, Huey couldn't pinpoint an exact point that would justify his brothers drunkenness and disregard for his life. It was all hazy between the times Riley went to fulfil his dreams of being a gangster and then loosing half his inheritance on gambling, alcohol and cars.

It was just a downward spiral that Huey had tried to warn him about but like normal, his warnings went unheard by his pig headed brother. Now Riley was drinking more, gambling harder and fucking up more. He had been alright for a period. It actually looked like he may have been going back on track but then he dropped out of college and didn't look back. Maybe Granddads death had taken more of a toll than he had anticipated. Then again, they had seen it coming; the man was old enough to die when he took them on at 10 and 8 years old. He wouldn't let Riley use that as an excuse for his destructive behavior.

"Man what happened" He asked out loud to no response. He squeezed his eyes shut once more and just turned his key into his own apartment door.

Huey unzipped his jacket and placed it on the coat hook, walking through the dark apartment he was careful not to make too much noise. He tiredly pulled off his shirt, as he entered his bedroom. Going through to the bathroom, he splashed some water on his face. He was at least certain that his brother wouldn't suffocate on his own vomit or swallow his tongue. He wiped his face with a towel and walked back into the bedroom, neatly climbing into bed. A refreshing sense of relief washed over him as he felt another body in the bed, he reached out and touched her waist. She was fast asleep though, so her movement was minimal so he just lay on his back and stared into the darkness, contemplating everything that was going on in his life.

"What you want with Escos brother" Lawrence asked Bishop. Bishop had the build of a quarter back, but he weren't the nicest in the face. He had a large scar going across his cheek from a bar fight he had back when he was a teen.

"That nigga sharp, I need someone like him"

"Yo he a college boy, he don't mess with drugs" Lawrence stated, Bishop waved him off. Sipping his drink as he observed the night club.

"Not drugs, you cant use a smart nigga like that for drugs…you need a nigga like that if looking to make smart money" Bishop revealed, Lawrence shrugged not really knowing what he was talking about. The men continued on with their evening inside the club as Bishop thought about how Escobars brother could help his business.

Riley brushed his teeth, grunting every now and again. His tooth might be cracked, he wasn't sure. Maybe Huey punched him, he couldn't remember last night clearly. All he did know was that his older brother had carried his ass out the club…again. He spat and rinsed, and groggily walked back through his apartment. He was a hungry motherfucker.

"Fuck the food at" he cursed as he looked inside his empty fridge, he heard his phone going off in the background. It rung and then stopped then rung again.

"Leave me alone" he yelled to his ringing phone which eventually stopped ringing. He rubbed his temples and his belly growled. He went back to his room to retrieve his wallet.

"Fuck it, let me treat me" He said as he put on some kicks and a tee and left his apartment to get breakfast.

Riley walked and squinted in pain as the morning sun burnt his eyes and increased his headache.

"Bitch ass sun, tryna blind a nigga" he threw out carelessly as he walked down the street to the local café. He walked in, to see them regulars a couple players said what up, but he ignored them. Esco gotta eat. As he approached the counter, he grinned a little as he saw his favourite waitress.

"What up girl" he greeted as smoothly as he could at this point. She gave him a hard look.

"Up all night again" she concluded from his dishevelled appearance, Riley raised a brow

"Yeah and what, a nigga won big so he DID it BIG nahmean" Riley told her proudly. She rolled her eyes at him,

"All day breakfast, with some OJ" she more told him than asked him. Riley however was a little stumped.

"Yo cut the attitude, I came in here for some service with a goddamn smile. Maybe you need a nigga to keep you up all night so you can smile at niggas when they walk through the door" Riley pointed out, she again rolled her eyes at him. She looked over to her colleague who was a short white girl with puffy red hair.

"Your order please" she asked with the fakest smile a bitch could put on. He shook his head, he needed some advil or something for this damn headache. He placed his order, he watched as she posted the note up. He admired her shape from behind, she turned back.

"What" she asked him

"I aint playing bout keeping you up all night" he said with a toothy grin.

"Esco, baby. I am not for play. Believe that" and with that she addressed the customer behind him and dismissed him. He sucked his teeth and sat at one of the booths. Slouching and waiting for his food to come. She was always shooting a nigga down, she was fine though. He'd hit soon enough, he was sure of it. He let loose a yawn and considered jumping behind the counter and speeding them motherfuckers up, he was hungry. The first thing to arrive was his orange juice as he took a sip, he almost vomited. Even though he brushed his teeth, alcohol was still sitting in his stomach making him uneasy with the fresh juice. He blew out another exasperated breath.

"Yo Esco what happened nigga. I go to the bathroom, I come out and they say you split" he opened one eye to look at who was talking. It was his boy Mace, Mace was a cool dude, not the tallest nigga, but he made up for it in his body. Dude was one of them stocky looking niggas,

"Huey, came on some bullshit" he muttered resentfully.

"Oh word" Mace invited himself to sit down. Riley's breakfast was delivered by his waitress. He looked up at her chocolatly brown skin, he oval shaped eyes and who knows how many inches long weave with a middle parting.

"Enjoy" she said in the sweetest tone she could muster. He didn't respond to her this time though, he dove at his meal, stuffing bacon and grits in his mouth as Mace made a face of pure disgust as he squirted ketchup and mustard all over his plate.

"Nigga what" Riley tried to spit out with a mouth full of food.

"Nothing nigga, what up. We buying out the bar tonight" Mace asked him. Riley was swallowing and surprisingly not choking considering all the food he had stuff in his mouth.

"WE nigga, I'm always buying out the bars. Ya'll just roll with it"

"That's cos you always beat us to it. you be making orders before you even in the club"

"Yeah whatever nigga, I ball. You know how I do. Not tonight though, I need to chill and get my braids done. Gotta go see my homegirl" Riley half explained

"Get your braids done, you still letting that white bitch do yo-" Mace was answered with a salt and pepper shaker hitting him in the forehead

"What the fuck man" Mace said rubbing his head.

"I told you how I feel about that shit" Riley stated seriously as he put another bacon strip in his mouth. Mace frowned and crossed his arms on his chest.

"Man whatever" he replied. Mace was mostly just filling in the gaps from last night as usual.

"You need to tell your brother to chill" Mace ended with.

"You think I aint know that. Man that nigga just be all up on me. I tell him back the fuck up. He on me again. I don't know why, I can look after myself I aint 12 or some shit" Riley told him honestly

"Huey just aint wanna accept I'm a man, like he a man. Fuck, I'll deal with his ass" Riley spoke in pure annoyance of his brother's actions. Huey needed to learn to let a nigga live. Just because he was against whatever he was against didn't mean he got to come down on him. Fuck, he drew out his phone thinking to call his big brother up and give him a peace of his mind. Then he thought against it.

"Fuck him, I'll hit you up tomorrow player" Riley announced as he stood up.

"Yo EVE" Riley yelled out so the whole café stopped and stared at him. The girl behind the counter, she sighed and dipped her head as if to tell him to continue

"Bitch you better smile the next time you bring a nigga some bacon and eggs" Riley said, she glared at him and he knew she couldn't do much cos she was at work so he smirked dropped a $20 and walked out the place.

Cindy sighed deeply as she saw a message from Riley on her phone.

You better not have plans, I need my braids done. Esco

Riley was a problem for her, a real damn problem. They were friends, who occasionally fucked. Sometimes more than occasionally, she was just way too weak for him. She hated herself for it but she could hardly stop it, he was just too damn. Ugh she sighed as she put her phone back down. Besides it's not like she didn't have to get hers, and he was available and he was her best friend so why not. There was nothing wrong with it. It's just she heard he was acting a fool at the club last night from one of her friends and well, that had been happening more and more frequently.

Kk, we need to talk nigga. You out there embarrassing me and shit - Cin

She wrote back, not expecting a reply she tucked her phone back into her jeans pocket. Reached for her duffle bag and headed out the door to the gym.

Huey yawned, he slept a little later than usual due to staying up with Riley. Huey would have called him, but he felt Riley had used his brotherly services up last night. Now Huey stood for a second as he admired the woman in his kitchen, humming and moving around his space. He walked up to her calmly and she turned and jumped

"Huey" she exclaimed, as he stood right in front of her.

"Morning" he said, she glared a little at him

"Good morning special agent Freeman" She replied with a serious look,

"Relax" he replied.

"You can't be sneaking up on people like that" she explained her earlier comment, he rolled his eyes.

"It's my apartment, I'll do what I want thanks" She rolled her eyes.

"Anyway where were you last night. You said you were going to be in" Jazmine asked, Huey kept his position as she drew out some plates from the cupboard.

"Riley was on his BS" he replied, she gave him a look of concern.

"You know how he gets" he continued.

"I didn't say anything, just this is getting excessive" Jazmine said, her voice low and concerned.

"He's fuck up" Huey told her

" Either talk to him or put him in rehab"

"You heard what I said first right" he asked, she shook her head.

"You can't bail him out forever" Jazmine stated.

"I know, and I'm not trying to" Huey told her honestly

"So why don't you just leave him to it. If he needs you, I'm pretty sure you'll know" Jazmine told him.

"Hence why my ass was at that club last night instead of being here with you" Huey replied curtly.

"Was it necessary though" Jazmine lightly challenged, she was trying to make a point that Huey was failing to see.

"Dwayne called me said he was making a scene and refused to leave after throwing a drink in some girls face" Huey explained the situation that Riley had gotten himself into last night.

"You should have told them, learn how to handle you're cliental. How are you going to run a club for a bunch of wannabes and gangsters and not have real security?" Jazmine reasoned logically. Huey shrugged and sat down at the table with a newspaper in hand.

A silence followed and Huey continued to flick the pages of his paper as he read it intently. Jazmine started to look through her phone and reply to a few messages.

"I'll probably go see him on my way back" Jazmine announced, he didn't respond just continued to read his paper. She looked up, too see him in deep thought. To anyone else it would like he was reading his paper, but he was flicking the pages way too frequently and his eyebrows furrowed into a tighter frown every couple of seconds. So Jazmine knew that Huey was in fact thinking about a lot more than oil spills, he was probably trying to make some sort of plan to sort Riley out.

"Baby" she called softly.

"Yeah" he said flatly, flicking another page and then putting the paper down completely. He was fed up and it wasn't even lunch yet.

"It'll all work out" she offered, Huey looked at her sceptically.

"Why would you think I would think otherwise" Huey questioned knowingly.

"You're a pessimist" she replied casually, putting her phone into her handbag and checking the time.

"You're an optimist" he replied back.

"Believe me?" She questioned, her green orbs bared amusement.

"No, but you know that already", Jazmine finished her juice then got up and kissed Huey's cheek.

"You're so easy to love" she said sarcastically

"Where you going" Huey questioned quickly.

"Work" She replied a little confused by his question. He was really caught up in this Riley stuff she thought.

"So are you coming back here tonight?" Huey was trying not to come across as a needy boyfriend and he wasn't. He was just trying to kick it with his girl, seeing as his bro has been taking up a lot of his time. Jazmine smiled sweetly at him

"I've got girls night remember" Jazmine reminded him, he rolled his eyes
"Oh yeah" he said dryly.

"Tell Riley he owes me about 30 dollars in damages" he called out after her.

"Huey" she called back in a disbelieving tone.

"I mean it," The two looked at each other and Jazmine just shook her head at her boyfriend.

"Whatever" she said and he heard the door open and close. He opened his paper up again and attempted to read it again. His mind however kept going back to his brother, something needed to be done and quick. Huey was about through with his antics.

So do you like it ? Hate it ? Say something, stop keeping me in suspense drop me a review.