Young Neil Speaks: Welcome to the creation of two talented writers. TRIGGER MIKE THE GREAT and myself. I hope you enjoy this story we wrote, because we sho' enjoyed writing it. :D
DOOMSDAY THE GREAT Speaks Yes welcome indeed. Unfortunately we've lost a great writer to this story. She goes by the name of MizzCookielover. Her spirit will live on through her other awesome story entitled 'Beauty Is Only Skin Deep'. Now let's get on with the SHOOOOOOOOOOOW!
A/N: The ages and what class they are in goes as followed.
Huey: 20 (Junior)
Riley: 18 (Freshman)
Jazmine: 19 but will turn 20 in a later chapter (Junior)
Cindy: 20 (Junior)
Caesar: 20 (Junior)
Carmela: 19 (Sophomore)
Cookie: 20 (I believe that's how old she should be but thanks up to Neil) (Junior)
Neil: 20 (Junior)
Mike: 20 (Junior)
Any scene containing Huey, Riley and Neil was written by unanimated Young Neil. Any scene containing Caesar, Cindy and myself was written by the unanimated TRIGGER MIKE THE GREAT. In later chapters we'll write scenes together so our OCs can interact. Enough babbling now, let's really start the SHOOOOOOOOOW!
Disclaimer: Neither Young Neil or TRIGGER MIKE THE GREAT owns The Boondocks. Lord Aaron McGruder does...
Scandolous Scholastics!
By Young Neil and TRIGGER MIKE THE GREAT
Chapter 1: Country Cousins
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Be...
An arm slowly appeared from under the sheets. The body the arm belong to were hidden deeply underneath. It reached out to the dresser next to the bed, and started tapping random places of it. After a few seconds of failed attempts, it finally found the digital alarm clock. After a few taps on the top of the clock, it finally hit the off button.
"Four thirty all ready." said Huey in a drowsy voice. Huey pulled the sheets from over his body, and sat up. After rubbing his eyes for a few seconds, he let them adjust to the familiar surrounding.
Box shaped room with pale blue walls.
Check.
One single window covered with a blue transparent curtain.
Check.
One small dresser on the right of his bed; and one large dresser on the wall opposite of his bed.
Check.
Seeing that everything was in place, Huey turned and sat on the edge of the left side of his bed. Placing his feet on the floor, he stood up.
Huey was wearing a white Hanes t-shirt, blue and black checkered pajama bottoms, and a pair of white socks.
The reason Huey woke up so earlier was because it was up to him to keep the dorm in check. Although it was two other people that lived their besides him, most of the work fell on him. So not only did he keep the dorm in check, but he kept his two roommates in check to. The other reason he woke up early was to do his mourning exercise. Staying in shape was very important for Huey.
Huey walked to the gap created between the bed and the dresser. There, Huey started stretching, something very important before exercise. After a few minutes of stretching, Huey started off his exercise routine by doing diamond push ups (push ups performed with your hands put together to form a diamond.)
30 minutes later. . .
Huey was drenched in sweat and his body was slightly starting to ache, but this didn't stop him from finishing his last set of exercise. The one hand push ups. Why did he save those for last?
Huey pushed his body up with one arm. "Nine hundred ninety six!"
Down. Up. "Nine hundred ninety seven!"
Down. Up. "Nine hundred ninety eight!"
Down. Up. "Nine hundred ninety nine!"
Down. Up. "One thousand! Ugh!"
Overpowered by exhaustion, Huey let his body drop to the floor and rolled on his back. His chest went up and down as he tried to catch his breath. "Get up Huey. We go through this everyday." He told himself like he did everyday. Slowly, Huey stood onto his feet.
He looked at his clock, and let out a sigh of relief. It was exactly 5:00. "Good. Still on schedule. Next is the shower." Huey walked out his room, and walked to the dorm's bathroom.
25 minutes later...
Huey walked out the bathroom with a towel wrapped tightly around his waist. In his hands were his sleeping clothes still soaked from his sweat. He walked back into his room, and threw the clothes against the wall. He planned on picking them up later.
He walked to the chester drawer against the wall and pulled it open. There his clothes were neatly folded making it easier for him to pull them out. He grabbed a white t-shirt, a pair of white socks, and pair of black boxer-briefs.
He took off the towel, and put on the underclothing. Closing the drawer back. Huey walked to his closet door to put on his clothes. After a minute or two of searching, Huey found and put on what he wanted to wear. A long sleeve black shirt, khaki pants, and a pair of brown Timberland boots.
Huey took another look at the clock. 5:45. Still on schedule. Huey walked out the room, and walked the extremely short distance to the other bed room of the dorm. Once there, Huey opened the door and walked into the room. Huey softly flipped the light switch up cutting on the light.
"Damn nigga! Cut off the light!" shouted Riley as he pulled the covers over his head.
"Time to get up. I ain't going to be the only one cleaning this place up." said Huey as he ignored the fact that Riley was shouting at him. This didn't phase him much mainly because he go through the same drama every time he have to wake Riley. "Besides. I told you yesterday we were waking up earlier to clean up. Plus, I have to pick up Jazmine."
"Nigga please! It's still three somethin' in the mournin'!"
Huey sighed. "I'll be back in five minutes. If yo ass ain't up by then, I'm going to let the cold water wake you up." Riley smacked his lips, and mumbled some insults under his breath. Huey rolled his eyes. "And clean this damn room up while you at it! Just because you don't live with Granddad no more. Doesn't mean you can just leave shit all over the place!"
"Aww nigga shut up!" growled Riley.
Huey walked out the room, leaving the door open. He made his way to the living room of the dorm. Once there, he stopped and scowled at what he saw. For the millionth time he found his cousin, Neil, sprawled on the couch. Since he was still in his clothes from last night, Huey assumed that Neil passed out as soon as he got in.
Neil had brown skin, black eyes, and black hair which was evenly cut. He was wearing a black tank-top, showing off his muscles, black South Pole jeans with his hems cuffed, and black and white Air-Force Ones.
Huey walked over to where Neil lay. Raising his hand, Huey let his hand fall hard on Neil's face.
"Ah! What the hell!" shouted Neil as he was awoken from his short sleep.
"What time you got in?" asked Huey as he folded his arms.
"Shit. I don't know. Maybe around two or three." Neil sat up, and started scratching his head.
"Where were you?"
"Umm... at what's his name party." Neil stared at the ceiling as he tried to remember the name. "I think it was... ummm... ummm... Stackz! Yea. I was at Stackz birthday party. Those boys were clownin' ova there."
Huey shook his head. "How many drinks you had?" Neil started counting on his fingers. Seeing that he didn't have enough fingers, he shrugged. "Hold up. Didn't Riley go to that party?"
"Yea, but he left early."
Huey sighed. "Go clean yo self up. You're going to have one hell of a headache."
Neil placed his hand on his forehead. "To late for that. I already feel it." Neil got up, and staggered to the room Riley was in. A few seconds later, Neil was dashing out the room to the bathroom.
Riley and Neil had to share rooms. That was probably the main reason it stayed cluttered with junk. Since the room only had one bed, it was first comes first serves. Basically, whoever got the bed first that day was going to sleep in it. The loser would be sleeping on the couch.
"Let me know when you out!" shouted Huey.
"Ight... ugh!" Neil was now throwing up inside the toilet.
"I bet having a hangover dosen't feel so good?" laughed Huey.
"Man shut up. Ugh!" Neil threw up some more stuff from the previous party.
Huey sat on the couch and scanned the living room for the remote control. He spotted it by his foot, and picked it up. He turned the t.v. on, and started flipping through the channels.
15 minutes later...
"Ugh!" Neil coughed as he got the last bit out. "Shit. I don't plan on doing that again anytime soon." Neil used the toilet to help pick himself up. After getting on his feet, he staggered out the bathroom. "Yo Huey! I'm gonna go a head and take a shower."
"Brush yo teeth while you at it!" said Huey.
"Good idea." Neil walked back into Riley and his room. Three minutes later, Neil came back out the room holding his clothes for the day, and walked back into the bathroom.
15 minutes later
Huey heard the water from the shower stop. "I better go wake Riley." Huey said to himself.
Huey walked to the far left of the living room, and stopped in front of a minibar. Opening it, he grabbed a bottle of water. He untwisted the top as he walked to Riley and Neil's room.
Huey walked into the room, and saw that Riley was still sleep. Shaking his head, he walked toward the bed. "Riley, are you awake?" Riley's only reply was snoring. Huey sighed, and tilted the bottle over Riley's body.
"Nigga! I'm up!" screamed Riley.
"I know." Huey placed the top back on the bottle, and walked out the room.
Meanwhile down the hall…
A certain dreadhead was on his white LG Rumor cell phone expressing his feelings for a certain blonde.
"You know I love you more than a fat kid loves cake, right?" Caesar spoke sweetly into the receiver.
"Oh boy hush!" Cindy chuckled, feeling a light blush creep across her face.
These were the normal antics of Cindy McPhearson and Michael Caesar. The two lovebirds have been hitting it off ever since Jazmine Dubois' house party back during their senior year. Every morning exactly at seven twenty-five A.M., he would call her up and use cheap pick-up lines to make her heart melt.
'Cheap, but effective.' he smirked in his mind.
"So when are you comin' to pick me up for class?" Cindy yawned. "Cuz I gotta be there by nine!"
"You got a class at the Woodcrest Hills campus today?"
"Fa sho baby!"
"Oh word, well we gotta go to Woodcrest International Airport real quick…"
"Why? Then I'm gonna be late!" Cindy whined.
"Baby, did you forget what today is?"
"Um…the one month anniversary of when we tried to do the-"
"Not that!" Caesar quickly cut her off. "The other thing."
"Oh you mean when I bent over and yo-"
"Cindy! Today is the day my cuzzo comes from South Carolina!" Caesar exclaimed.
"Great." Cindy sighed with a hint of boredom in her voice. "Just we need….another country bumpkin like Neil."
"Nah this dude right here grew up in Brooklyn." Caesar said with pride. "East Flatbush at that."
"Oh well that's cool." Cindy yawned again. "Well I'm gonna go hop in the tub and hopefully by the time you get here I will still be wet."
"Oh you little vixen." Caesar grinned.
"Get yo mind outta the gutter. I mean I hope I'm still wet from the water coverin' my body, so you can help dry me off." she cooed.
"And if that happens next thing you know I'll be like Joe Budden." he then switched the tone of his voice to mimic the Jersey emcee. "PUMP PUMP PUMP IT UP!"
"Too bad I have class."
"Oh yes. Only Fearsome would have a class on Saturday." Caesar said shaking his head.
"So does Jazmine, Carmela and Cookie!" she said in defense.
"Must be a girl thang."
"Whatever, Mikey." she then turned the knobs connected to wall of the tub. She adjusted them for the perfect temperature for her bath water. "But I'll holla at you later, sweetie! LOOOOVE YOU!"
"Love ya too…don't be TOO wet now." Caesar replied coolly. The two then hung their phones up.
Now Caesar's next objective was getting dressed. He took a couple of steps from his queen size bed to his small closet. Opening the door he was greeted by the many assortment of clothing brands.
"Should I wear some Ecko?" he held up a red Ecko long sleeved t-shirt. "Or this Rocawear hoody?" he then held up a khaki-colored hoody with the RW logo on it.
"Neither. You should wear your green Akademiks shirt." Caesar's roommate, Tiny grinned.
Real name, Reginald Hobbs was the absolute opposite of his nickname. He was the strongest man on campus. Weighing an whopping two-hundred and seventy five pounds. Clean cut, hazel eyes, gold fronts and he wore two gold rope chains. He had on a while tank top and some black Akademiks jeans and to complete the outfit, he wore some all white Air Forces.
"You only say that cuz you're an Akademiks rider!"
"Well when your big brother owns a quarter of the company, you'd ride hard too!" he grinned once more to show off those gold fronts.
"Lucky mofo." Caesar muttered.
Taking Tiny's fashion advice, he threw on the green shirt and went into the small kitchen for some quick breakfast. Licking his hips hungrily, he opened the pantry. His eyes were set on some strawberry Pop Tarts. However he couldn't find them in their normal spot. Becoming panicky, the dreadhead started throwing various food items around in search of his beloved Pop Tarts.
"Whatcha lookin' fo?" Tiny said with a mouthful of food. As he smiled a couple of Pop Tart crumbs fell from his mouth.
"You little…" Caesar snarled. "That's the third time this week!"
"Hunger calls." Tiny laughed. "Well little man, I'm headin' to the weight room. I assume you're going to get a quickie from Fearsome, eh?"
"No…I'm going to the airport to get our new roommate a.k.a. my cousin." Caesar said over his growling stomach.
"Oh the kid from USC? (University of South Carolina)" Tiny asked while grabbing his training bag.
"Yep." Caesar smirked. "BROOKLYN IS IN DA HOUSE NOW!"
"Nigga hush, it's all about the Chi." Tiny flexed his right arm to show off his 'Chicago' tattoo.
"It's all about the Chi…" Caesar mocked the giant in a girly voice.
"You lucky we cool else I'd rip your tongue out and make you lick my ass wit it!"
"Way to copy off of Redman there." Caesar chuckled. "But I guess I'll have to eat these cheap imitation Pop Tarts and then I'm headin' out so I'll see you later on?"
"Yea cuz you goin to the game tonight, right?" Tiny said. He was talking about the two huge basketball games which would feature his girlfriend in the first one and his best friend's brother in the second one.
"Oh yessur, gotta support my gurl and my nig!" Caesar chewed on the pastry treat in disgust. "But I'm outty 5000!" he threw up the peace sign and walked out of the door.
20 minutes later at Woodcrest International Airport…
Caesar looked at his Rolex watch and grinned at the time shown on it. It was eight o' five and the flight was expected to land at eight ten. He sat inside of the lobby of the airport and decided it was a good time to see what his best friend was doing. Caesar pulled out his phone and pressed number five on his speed dial. As he waited for Huey to pick up, he enjoyed the melody of 'Break My Heart' by Common, courtesy of Huey's call tone.
"Hello" a familiar voice answered the phone that didn't belong to Huey.
"Jazmine? Did I dial the wrong number?" Caesar asked.
"No silly, Huey's driving me to class." her voice sounding cheery as ever.
"It's only eight o' seven though, class doesn't start til nine."
"Who said that I was going straight to class? We're going to stop somewhere for a bite to eat." she then had an idea. "You wanna join us?"
"Can't. I'm here at the airport pickin' up my cuzzo, plus Cindy isn't with me." Caesar added.
"Oh yeah, today is the day your cousin comes to town!" Jazmine then clapped her hands together. "Another new addition to our family!"
"At least someone is happy for him." Caesar then glanced at his watch and noticed it was finally eight ten. "Yo Jazzy, just let Afro know I called. I gotsa go! DUECES!"
"Buh-bye Ceezy!" she teased.
Caesar pressed END on his phone and noticed a huge crowd of people coming his direction. Always wanting to embarrass his older cousin, he decided to bring a sign along with him so his country cousin could find him with relative ease. The sign read 'WELCOME TO WOODCREST TRIGGER MIKE' and it stood out like a Ford Focus in a parking lot full of Lamborghini Gallardos. The sea of people continued to come through and pass Caesar until finally the last person to get off the plane was no other than his cousin from The Lowcountry.
A/N: That's what they called the part of South Carolina I live in because it's below sea level.
The last passenger hopped out of the gate and came towards the young man holding up the greeting sign. Mike grinned from ear to ear at the sign and gave his cousin a big family hug.
"Wuts good cuzzo?" Mike asked his Brooklyn cousin. "Long time, no see! How long has it been? Five years?"
"Yep haven't seen yo ass ever since you moved to South Carolina!" Caesar returned the hug. He then took a step back and looked at Mike.
The boy from South Carolina had a dark chocolate skin complexion, stood at about five feet and eleven inches and was slim. His hair was cut low and he had a mustache and a mini goatee. Caesar was amazed on how much his cousin had grown and how his fashion scene had changed. Mike had on a white Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt that had a picture of the TMNT eating pizza and above it said 'SAY YES TO PIZZA' and on the back it read 'SAY NO TO TURTLE SOUP.' He also had on faded blue G-Unit jeans on with some red, white and blue Reebok DGK shoes.
A/N: If you wanna see a pic of the T-Shirt I'm talking about check out my avatar in my bio. You can also see how I look…sorta.
"So this where you live now, eh? Suburia? What happened to the mean streets of Brooklyn?!" Mike grinned, showing off his pearly whites.
"Ask your auntie that question." Caesar laughed. "Well we can talk while we in the car, I gotta go pick up my girlfriend."
"Ight man. Let's roll!" Mike followed behind Caesar.
In the car…
"Wow!" Mike gasped with a dropped jaw. "So you tellin' me that this Huey kid killed twelve wolves and nearly killed a killer kung-fu wolf bitch?"
"Yes, my boy is like Bruce Lee, Jackie Chan and Ryu all put together." Caesar played around with his stereo trying to find the perfect song to cruise to. His ears wiggled as he heard the intro to one his favorite songs.
"Oh Caesar…" Mike said as he heard the intro as well. "Let's rap this song together, like we use to do back as kids in BK."
"Alrighty then…" Caesar grinned.
A/N: Yep the next part is in lyric style, so it's pretty obvious who's rapping which part.
[TRIGGER MIKE as Jay-Z (Caesar)
Peep the style and the way the cops sweat us (uh-huh)
The number one question is can the Feds get us (uh-huh)
I got vendettas in dice games against ass betters (uh-huh)
and niggaz who pump wheels and drive Jettas
Take that witcha..
[Caesar as The Notorious B.I.G.
.. hit ya, back split ya
Fuck fist fights and lame scuffles
Pillow case to your face, make the shell muffle
Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle
Fuck a tussle, nickel-plated
Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug related
Most hate it..
[TRIGGER MIKE
.. can't fade it
While y'all pump Willie, I run up in stunts silly
Scared, so you sent your little mans to come kill me
But on the contrilli, I packs the mack-milli
Squeezed off on him, left them paramedics breathin soft on him
What's ya name?
[Caesar
.. Who shot ya? Mob ties like Sinatra
Peruvians tried to do me in, I ain't paid them yet
Tryin to push 700's, they ain't made them yet
Rolex and bracelets is frostbit; rings too
Niggaz 'round the way call me Igloo Stix (Who?)
Motherfucker!
[Chorus
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn, goin out for all
Marcy - that's right - you don't stop
Bed-Stuy.. you won't stop, nigga!
[TRIGGER MIKE
What, what, what?
Jay-Z, Big' Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
Brooklyn represent y'all, hit you fold
You crazy, think your little bit of rhymes can play me?
I'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, you're JV
(Jigga) Jay-Z
[Caesar
.. and Bigga baby!
My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious, delicious
Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches
from 62's, gem stars, my moms dishes
Gram choppin, police van dockin
D's at my doors knockin
[TRIGGER MIKE
What? Keep rockin
No more, Mister, Nice Guy, I twist your shit
the fuck back with them pistols, blazin
Hot like cajun
Hotter than even holdin work at the Days Inn
with New York plates outside
Get up outta there, fuck your ride
[Caesar
Keep your hands high, shit gets steeper
Here comes the Grim Reaper, Frank WrightLeave the keys to your In-tegra (That's right)
Chill homie, the bitch in the Shoney's told me
You're holdin more drugs than a pharmacy, you ain't harmin me
So pardon me, pass the safe, before I blaze the place
and here's six shots just in case
(Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...)
[Chorus
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn goin out to all
(Crown Heights...) You don't stop
(Brownsville...) You won't stop, nigga!
(Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...)
Hah hah! Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
(Where we from?) Brooklyn goin out to all
(Bushwick...) You don't stop
(Fort Greene...) You won't stop, niggaz!
[TRIGGER MIKE
Yeah, yeah, yeah
For nine six, the only MC with a flu
Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what you're tryin to do
Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, china white heron
Nigga please, like short sleeves I bear arms
Stay out my way from here on (CLEAR?) Gone!
[Caesar
Me and Gutter had two spots
The two for five dollar hits, the blue tops
Gotta go, Coolio mean it's gettin "Too Hot"
If Fay' had twins, she'd probably have two-Pac's
Get it? .. Tu-pac's
[TRIGGER MIKETime to separate the pros from the cons
The platinum from the bronze
That butter soft shit from that leather on the Fonz
A S1 diamond from a eye class don
A Cham' Dom' sipper from a Rosay nigga, huh?!
Brook-Nam, sippin on
[Caesar
Cristal forever, play the crib when it's mink weather
The M.A.F.I.A. keep canons in they Marc Buchanans
Usually cuatro cinco, the shell sink slow, tossin ya
Mad slugs through your Nautica, I'm warnin ya
(Hah, what the fuck?)
[Chorus
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn goin out to all
(Flatbush...) You don't stop
(Redhook...) You won't stop, nigga!
(Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...)
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn goin out to all
(East New York...) You don't stop
(Clinton Hill...) You won't stop, nigga!
"Is Brooklyn in the house?"
[Outro
Uhh, Roc-A-Fella, y'all, Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Superbad click, Brook-lyn's Finest, you re-wind this
Represetin BK to the fullest…
As the song ended the two kinfolk laughed as they reminisced on the old days. Apparently rapping to Brooklyn's Finest made time fly by fast enough for them to arrive at Cindy, Carmela, Jazmine and Cookie's dorm.
"Okay we're here man, you just wait here…I'll go get her." Caesar warned.
"Why you say that man? I wanna see how the girlies look round here!"
"Trust me, with Carmela and Cookie up there…it's a war zone."
"Damn those sound sexy sounding names." Mike grinned, brushing his hair. "How my hair looks?"
"Nappy, now just stay put. I'll be right back." Caesar got out of the car and went into the dorm complex.
After running up four flights of stairs and walking twenty doors down, he found himself of Room 420. He nervously knocked on the door and awaited an answer. Less than three seconds passed before the door opened to reveal a towel wearing Cindy McPhearson. Caesar smirked at what he saw before him. Cindy had changed just a tad bit ever since her high school days, now that she was a sophomore in college. Her only true physical change was that her chest went from a C cup to a D cup which was just more than perfect for her athletic figures. Most girls with her body frame only wind up with A or B cups, she was in a class her own.
She smiled seductively at him as she pulled him into her bosom. He felt at home until he felt like he was being watched. Caesar lifted his head from Cindy's 'pillows' and looked through the doorframe to see Carmela and Cookie knocked out sleeping on the floor holding each other's hair. Caesar arched his eyebrows in confusion.
"Yep they were fighting again…until I bust them in the head with a bottle." she pointed at the shattered pieces of glass next to the two young ladies bodies.
"You're a trip." Caesar gave her a peck on the lips. "With no luggage. Now hurry and get dressed it's already eight forty and you know I'm gonna have to speed to get to Woodcrest Hills."
"Alright, oh and where is your cousin at?" Cindy looked out into the hallway.
"He's waitin' in the car." Caesar said staring at the floor. "Hey…aren't these two in your class?"
"Uh huh…but today Mr. Dumile said it was optional to come to class." Cindy said as she let the towel hit the ground.
Caesar pulled his shirt collar to let some of the steam come out from his body. Nothing was better than seeing his goddess' naked skin shine from moisture.
"So why are you and Jazmine going?"
"Because we need some extra credit!" Cindy exclaimed while walking into the bathroom. "We have a C in that class."
Caesar stood his ground at the front door because he didn't want to disturb the human proximity mines laying on the ground.
"Word I feel ya…I feel ya. Well throw some clothes on before you're late!" he yelled.
5 minutes later, back in the car…
"Yo Mike, this is my lovely girlfriend Cynthia McPhearson." Caesar properly introduced his female companion. "Cindy, this is my cuzzo Mike but many call him TRIGGER MIKE these days…"
She shyly threw the peace sign up at him. He returned the sign and grinned sheepish at Caesar. Mike began to take observations on the European-American girl. She had on an extra small Purple Kobe Bryant Lakers jersey with some tight white Sean John pants. To make it all complete she had some purple and yellow BAPES. Cindy had her hair in her trademark braided ponytails.
"So I see you're into that other other white meat huh?" Mike winked at Cindy, which caused her to blush.
"You know all us black boys go through this phase, however with me I'm hooked to this one forever." Caesar replied. This made Cindy turn beet red. Mike studied her facial features for a second and then noticed something about her. "Oh snap! You're FEARSOME CINDY MCPHEARSON!"
"The one and only, big homie!" she grinned.
"That's cute. You hooked up with a ghetto white gurl! Only you Caesar…only you." Mike elbowed Caesar in the side.
"Damn right…" Caesar pounded his chest triumphantly.
Caesar then kicked it into high gear and began to speed towards Woodcrest Hills. Luckily the route to get to the campus was located on the Richard Roundtree Parkway. The speed limit on the roadway was sixty-five miles per hour. Caesar ignored the sign and was clocking in at about seventy-five.
Ten minutes later…
The time was now eight fifty-five and Caesar, Cindy and Mike found themselves in front of the main building of the Woodcrest Hills campus. Woodcrest University was split into three separate campus sites. Woodcrest Hills, Woodcrest North and Woodcrest South. Most academic classes were held on the north. All computer classes were held at the Woodcrest Hills site. All other classes that were non-academic classes were held in the south.
"Cindy! Caesar!" Jazmine yelled from Huey's black 2004 Nissan Altima.
"Jazzy! Wuts poppin' baby!" Cindy yelled back.
Huey and Jazmine exited the car and walked towards the three. Huey noticed the newcomer and gave him his infamous cold stare. The stare was effect as always as it sent fear up Mike's spine. However most people would cower and run away in fear. If you didn't do so, you were approved to associate with Huey Freeman.
"Quit being mean, Huey!" Jazmine spoke to Huey like he was a little kid.
Huey rolled his eyes and then extended his hand out towards Mike.
"I'm Huey Freeman and I believe you're…"
"Michael, but you can call me TRIGGER MIKE, Operation DOOMSDAY, Mike…uh-"
"Yea Mike sounds good." Huey then noticed Jazmine tapping her foot impatiently. "Oh and this is my female companion, Jazmine Dubois."
"Nice to meet you." she smiled.
"Same here, same here…" Mike said back.
Jazmine had on a pearl pink halter top with khaki capris and white flip flops. To top off her beautiful physique, her hair was straighten and into a ponytail and she had on a white headband.
'She's really beautiful. Too bad she's taken. Hopefully all the girls look close to her.' Mike thought in his mind.
"Oh well it was nice meeting you, Mike!" Jazmine then turned on her heels and started running towards the main entrance of the building. "But class is about to start!"
"Alright see ya later…" Mike waved.
"Hold it down, big dawg!" Cindy said as she gave Mike some dap. "Bye my dreadhead baby!"
"See ya later my vanilla vixen!" Caesar replied back and blew her a kiss.
"Alright now that they're gone let's go meet up with Neil and Riley." Huey said walking back towards his car.
Meanwhile in the dorm room. . .
Vrrrrroooooom!!!!
Neil moved the vacuum cleaner back and fourth in front of the couch. Today was his turn to clean up the living room, so he wanted to go ahead and get it out the way. Plus, Huey will trip if he came back to see the living room not clean yet.
Neil was now wearing a white polo-styled Rocawear shirt, a long black tee as an under shirt, the undershirt slightly hung from under the first shirt, black Rocawear jeans, and his black and white Air-Force Ones from earlier.
While he vacuumed, he listened to his iPod nano which was clipped on to his pants. He strained his voice as he tried to sing Falsetto by The Dream.
"Talkin all that shit
soon as I hit
now I got her talkin like this
In a falsetto
She like ooh ooh baby
aah aah aah ooh!
in a falsetto
she like ooh ooh baby
aah aah aah aah
in a falsetto
she like ooh ooh baby
aah aah aah ooh!
in a falsetto
she like ooh ooh baby
aah aah aah aah"
Riley walked in the living room and shook his head in disgust. He was wearing a black hat that read Chi in the middle, a long white tee with a picture of Scarface air brushed on the front, black Sean John jeans, and a pair of black and white Air-Force Ones.
"Ey, shut the fuck up!" Riley covered his ears.
Due to the ear phones in his ear, his loud singing, and the vacuum cleaner; Neil could not hear Riley talking to him.
"She tellin' all her homies I'm the real deal!
Every time she leave the crib shawty be comin' right back.She talkin dirty all up in my ear.
And i'm finna put this dog right on her kitty cat.
I wasn't gon sho..." Neil stopped singing once he saw Riley's face. It looked to be that he was shouting. Neil grinned and took the earphones off. "You need me?"
"Just shut the fuck up!" snapped Riley. "Damn! You do this shit every day!"
Neil cut off the vacuum cleaner and took it out the plug. "Negro please! I pay rent just like you. So I can sing whenever I want. Ya feel me?"
Riley smacked his lips. "Whatever nigga. You ready to go?"
Neil propped the vacuum cleaner against the wall. "One sec. Let me go brush my hair."
Riley sighed. "Man. Who you tryin' to impress?"
"Carmela." Neil walked to the bathroom.
"Nigga in yo dreams!"
"You already know!" Neil grinned as he brushed his hair in the mirror.
"Yea. That's as close you'll ever get!" Riley grinned as he thought he won the verbal fight.
"Carmela said da same thing last week. Ask her what happened last night though!" Neil placed his brush on the sink counter and walked out the bathroom.
"Maybe I should ask her what happened last night." Riley folded his arms.
Neil eyes widen. "Chill out, dude! I just was playin'!"
Riley held his stomach laughed. "Stop being a bitch."
Neil arched his eyebrow. "Me? A bitch? You should be the last nigga talkin' bout being a bitch. I bet you want miss yo anniversary for a basketball game again."
A mental video of Carmela beating Riley's ass on the court played inside Riley's head. He winced at the thought, but quickly shook it off. "Shut up!"
Neil laughed and opened the dorm room's door. "Who car we ridin' in? Mine or yours?"
"You drive to slow. We going in mine." Riley walked out the door.
Neil rolled his eyes and shut the door. "I guess doing the speed limit is..."
"Lame." Riley finished his sentence.
"Whatever. Hold on!" Neil and Riley stopped walking.
"What?"
"Maaaan, why you gotta be like me?" Neil placed his hand on his forehead.
"What chu talkin' about?" Riley arched his eyebrow.
"Look!" Neil pointed at his own shoes, then at Riley's in annoyance.
Riley looked and smacked his lips. "Nigga I was planning on wearing these shoes yesterday! You tryin' to be like me!"
Neil jerked his head back in disgust. "Like you?! Are you serious?!"
"You heard me!"
"Why would I want to be like a Gangstalicious wannabe?! That's not cool. Not cool at all." Neil smiled at the clueless look on Riley's face. Once he saw Riley's face scowl in realization, Neil dashed down the hall.
"Ey! I told you to never bring that shit up! That was a long time ago!" Riley dashed after Neil.
A/N: There's Chapter 1 for ya...unforunately I can't give you the previews like I do in my other stories because we don't exactly know how we're going to continue to create this monster. We have a plot mapped in our heads, now we just need to apply the final touches. So show some love, review, give suggestions, pass this reading on to a loved one, like your Aunt Jackie or somethin'...BOONDOCKS FANFICTION UP ALL DAY!
T. MIKE
Young Neil