Ok this is my first Boondocks fic, so please review! Huey~16, Riley~14, Jazmine~15. Pretty much Huey and Riley make a bet to see who can last longer in the other's life by switching places for 1 week. Huey learns what it's like to have the adrenalin rush pumping through him, while Riley learns what it's like to truly be in love with someone...Read to find out!

~Let's make a Bet~

14 year old Riley Freeman was running for his life, trying to find his way home. He had gotten involved with Ed and Gin Rummy again as they attempted to rob a bank, and now the police were in hot pursuit of him. On this boiling hot summer Friday in July, Riley was wearing his usual getup: Brown army boots, white gym shorts, and a black tank top. His braided hair had grown longer, and Riley himself had grown a good 10 inches from when he was 8. Riley was desperately trying to escape the police on the skateboard that he had just stolen from some little kid in the rush. The police were very familiar with Riley. So familiar, that this was just a daily routine for them. They were now throwing stuff at the young Freeman boy, trying to knock him off the skateboard so they can cuff him. It's been like this for the past 6 years since he moved there: He gets involved with someone at the wrong time, and he gets chased off by the police. For 6 years, all people ever heard in the middle of the day were the sound of sirens throughout the city. Thanks to Riley, new residents of these usually quiet suburbs now found out why they call it the Boondocks.

Riley had made a sharp turn, and landed right on his street. He pointed his head up in the air, and opened his mouth.

"HUEY! GRANDDAD! OPEN THE DOOR QUICK!"

His house was all the way down the block, but don't underestimate his voice. Riley was one of those people that when they yell, a person all the way in Russia could hear him. Huey just happened to be in the living room watching tv when he heard Riley. Taking this as his cue, Huey yanked open the door, and stepped aside. Riley came flying in on the skateboard, and Huey then slammed the door shut. Seeing that Riley was safe inside the house, the police were forced to turn around, and go back to the station empty-handed.

"Thanks, Nigga."

"Whatever."

At 16, Huey couldn't care less about his brother. Huey had also grown a good 10 inches from when he was 10. Today, Huey wore a dark green t-shirt, and light blue jeans (it seems that even in the summertime, Huey was always wearing jeans, never shorts). His afro had certainly grown larger, to the point where sometimes people were seeing more hair than body. But somehow, Huey always managed to keep his hair neat. Riley plopped down on the couch, changing the channel to MTV, while Huey went into the kitchen for a snack.

"So what did you do this time?"

"What do ya mean, Nigga?"

"I mean, why did the police chase you this time?"

"Oh. Well I was mindin my own business when Uncle Ruckus bumped into me. He started somthin, and then called the po-po on my ass."

"Are you sure it was Uncle Ruckus who started something himself? Or was it your cocky-ass self that made him do it?"

"Nigga, what'chu tryna say?"

"What I'm trying to say is that you need to learn some self control before you step out that door with your bold self and always getting in trouble."

Riley took offence, and jumped off the couch, glaring at Huey.

"I AM NOT ALWAYS GETTIN TROUBLE NIGGA!"

"Don't lie! Every other month for the past 6 six years, You've been chased home by the police for something that you did!"

"Yeah right Nigga!"

Huey reached into his back pocket, and took out a gold chain.

"Then explain how you got this chain!"

He held it up for Riley to see, but Riley only shot him a blank look.

"Nigga, what the hell is this shit?"

"Oh you don't remember? You brought this home 2 months ago from the last police chase you were in. Think fool! Who gave this to you? Or who did you steal this from?"

Riley screwed up his face in attempt to think of that person. Then, a light bulb clicked in his head as a name popped up.

"Slickback. That pimp called A Pimp named Slickback gave it to me. For keeps."

Next thing you know, Riley lunged for the chain, but Huey held it high above his head with one hand, using the other to keep Riley at bay.

"Nigga give me my chain back!"

"And why should I?"

"Cuz that chain means somethin! It's special to me! Very special!"

"SPECIAL? Oh please! Spare me! Ten seconds ago, you had no clue what the hell this was!"

He threw the chain in the living room. Riley dodged for the chain, and Huey looked at him, the words "utter disgust" etched across his face.

"You need to learn some self control before you step out that door again."

Riley, after stuffing the chain in his pocket, had wheeled around in anger at his brother.

"Self Control? I'm just out there trying to make a living! The cops don't take kind to my likes cuz I'm just a black nigga in a majority white place!"

"Whatever. You're the only black person who gets picked on by the police!"

"Shut up, Nigga! You always bein Mr. Revolution, you wouldn't last a day in my life. If there was anyone I would wanna see try to live my life, It would kill me not to see yo ass do it, nigga!"

"Maybe I will. But before I go kill myself, I would love to see you try and last a day in my life! Unless my life is too boring for you to handle! You wouldn't last an hour!"

Riley opened his mouth to say something else, but then he closed it quick. Instead, he smiled the biggest grin he ever smiled in his whole life.

"Let's make a bet then, nigga."

He then made an evil smile towards his brother.

"One week. 100 bucks."

Huey cocked one eyebrow as he eyed Riley.

"I'm listening."

"One week. 100 bucks. We gotta live out each other's life. You look like me. I look like you. You dress like me. I dress like you. Starting Sunday."

"Let's lay down some ground rules to make it fair for us."

"Deal."

"Rule #1: We keep a journal to write down all the events that happened. On the following Sunday at breakfast, we exchange journals to read, and decide who had the harder week."

"Fine with me, nigga."

"Rule #2: No one can know about this bet. In fact, to keep it interesting, we are not allowed to tell anyone who we really are. For all they know about next week, they won't know the fact that I'm you and that you're me."

"What about Granddad?"

"Um, only Granddad can know about this bet, so that he won't get confused, and mess up the whole thing."

"So we got a bet, nigga?"

"We do."

"Good."

"Let's shake on it."

"Fine."

Huey extended his arm. Riley extended his. They shook hands.

Yeah I know it's a little rusty, but like I mentioned, this is my first Boondock fic