Mayhem Loves Company
Summary: Cindy asks Riley to help her cause chaos at a beauty pageant.
Yeah, there are a lot of italics in the dialogue, but that's mostly because Cindy and Riley have a tendency to emphasize of lot of things in their speech. I tried not to exaggerate their dialogue too much, though.
The day started off normally, with each Freeman kid narrating their lives in their heads. Huey Freeman's thoughts lingered on what his purpose might be on this earth, while Riley contemplated how he was going to be a superstar gangsta rapper.
Are my efforts truly worth it if we already have a black President? Will I forever be forced in the role of Only Sane Man while everyone else simply sucks up?
…With a chain and a Mercedes-Benz with rims and a grill and the most badass crew of all the badass crews in the whole world!
A knock at the door interrupted both of their thought processes, and Huey rose to go answer it. He winced when he realized that their guest was Cindy McPhearson, but politely asked what she wanted, anyway.
"I need to speak with Young Reezy," she responded matter-of-factly, one hand on her hip, "It's urgent."
Huey found it strange, but didn't want to question why she would possibly need his younger brother. "Riley!" he called, "Cindy McPhearson's at the door for you."
Both of them heard an audible groan from the living room, but Riley did take the time to actually get up and come to the front door. Huey didn't stick around to hear their conversation.
Riley leaned up against the door frame, crossing his arms, "Yeah?"
"Reezy, I need a favor-"
"Nah, stop right there." Riley held up his hand. "A favor? You think you can just come up in here and hit me up fo' a favor? Bitch, it don't work like that-"
"Hey! You owe me, Reezy! Or maybe you forgot who your best bouncer was when you was sellin' chocolate bars, huh? Maybe you forgot who was chasin' off goons and backed you up when you met with Mistuh Crazy British man an' almost got killed fo' your business!"
"An' you forget who was payin' you cold, hard cash to sell them chocolates, bitch!" Riley stepped back, and tried to slam the door in her face, but Cindy was persistent. She stuck her foot in and pushed all of her weight against the door, preventing Riley from slamming it.
As she held it open, Cindy quickly yelled, "Did I mention it involves causing chaos?"
The mere mention of the word "chaos" sparked a bit of interest in Riley. He let go of the door, causing Cindy to fall. Mustering up her pride, Cindy stood and brushed herself off, preparing to explain herself.
"Look, my mom signed me up for this jank pageant ball or whatever for suckas. Said I need to be girlier or some shit like that. I was hopin' you an' I could-"
Riley laughed so hard he doubled over, almost falling to the ground. Two things were completely wrong with her statement: First, the thought of Cindy "girlifying" herself up for a beauty pageant brought him to tears. Second, the fact that she was about to suggest he attend along with her had him literally rolling on the ground, unable to contain his laughter. In between breaths, he asked, "What makes you think I'mma go with you to a pageant? Man, Cindy, that shit is hilarious! Fo' a second, I thought you was serious!"
"I am serious, Reezy." Cindy confirmed, causing a whole new fit of laughter. "Look, you think I wanna go to this dumb pageant thing anymore than you? I'm jus' sayin' that while I'm there, I might as well have a little fun, knaamean, Reezy? Right before it ends, all the girls get escorted across the stage, an' if you came along as my escort, we could cause a little bit of mayhem, an' mess with the country club folks a little. Whatcha say, Reezy?"
By this time, Riley seemed genuinely interested in the plan. Still, he had a couple reservations. After all, Young Reezy didn't dole out chaos and mayhem for just anybody. "What's in it for me?"
Knowing she almost had him, Cindy smirked. "First you get to cause mayhem. Second, I'll hook you up wit' some free Girl Scout cookies. Third, I'll throw in an extra twenty bucks if you help me put pink streaks in my hair."
"Thin mints." Riley confirmed. "An' you betta be ready to hand out a generous supply anytime I ask fo' it. Also, make it forty, an' I'll streak your hair and bring water balloons." Riley didn't mention that the balloons would most likely be filled with anything but water.
"Deal!" Cindy flashed a big smile. Then, she spit on her right hand and stuck it out for Riley to shake. He spit in his, and they exchanged an unhygienic handshake to confirm the agreement. "Pageant's a week from now. We can meet tomorrow to plan." Cindy explained just before she left.
Riley smirked deviously. "Leaves plenty of time. Meet me in my backyard tomorrow an' we can set up our plan. Later." He shut the door and waltzed into the living room. Nothing like messing with a bunch of white country club types. This was going to be fun.
Huey looked over at his brother, wary of the Grinch-like grin on Riley's face. However, he knew better than to ask, and instead brought his attention back to his laptop.
Next chapters will definitely have a lot more going on, promise.