A/N: Hey everyone ^-^! How y'all doin right now? Well, I'm doin great since I'm finally free from being grounded (looong story…). Anyway, since I was bored and inspiration bitch-slapped me, I decided to poop out another chapter for Next :) I was actually surprised y'all liked it since the pairing is currently a mystery (don't worry; Jazmine & Cindy are in this fic…). So, thanks for the love. Oh and before I start the chapter, lemme just give a quick message to a certain person or should I say hater.
Hurry Up: Now, I usually delete/ignore your messages since I don't give two shits about them but after noticing your recent inappropriate review, I decided to research a poem for you ;) It made me think of you…
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Not a single fuck
Was given to you.
Criticism, sure I don't mind that at all. But a flame? Na-aw! That doesn't play well with me. Now nigga, if you don't like the fic, just leave. You didn't need to do a mean threat like that :/
Ahem, sorry about my inappropriate moment y'all had to witness, lemme just start the story :)
Disclaimer: Don't own Next or Boondocks.
Warning: unintentional grammar/punctuation errors & language :)
Chapter 2: An Unwanted Welcome…
Slumber fluttering away, Huey slowly squinted his eyes open, only to frantically jerk up in a sitting position, not comprehending at all the meaning of this.
This wasn't definitely his bedroom- where he should be. His bed. Riley's bed. His study desk with his computer. Riley's inhuman filth. His Malcolm X poster. Riley's Gangstalicious poster. Everything…wasn't here. They were nowhere in sight. This was not his bedroom or his house. What the hell was he doing in an absurd place like this? Could this be the evil government's doing? Hm…impossible; Huey didn't do anything troubling to them. Wait! He did send a rather insulting letter…Well to Huey, it wasn't really insulting but the harsh honest opinion towards Bush's reelection in 2004 (Come on people? Let's be real… the election was rigged.)
Oh great, Huey thought bitterly with a deadpanned expression. The government must have kidnapped and kept me as prisoner in this twisted place for vengeance.
You may think Huey was crazy for holding such imagination but just think about it; his mouth was currently duct-taped and his hands and feet were sloppily tide-up. And, of course, the cliché, he was in an unknown location with darkness dominating the area. Therefore, he couldn't properly see anything. But very little light shined upon the kidnapped African-American as though he was the spotlight. Now don't be stupid and tell him that this entire situation didn't seem suspicious.
Without really struggling, Huey managed to free his hands from the ropes' grasp. The boy was actually quite surprised by how easy it was to untie himself. The rope wasn't even that tight actually. Who did the government hire to tie Huey because seriously, that person sucked? Even a first grader could do better. Relaxing his hands' muscles, Huey easily freed his feet from the ropes and carefully ripped the tape off his mouth. Relieved to be finally unrestrained, Huey instantly stood up from the black surface and was just about to look for an exit until he felt a manly hand on his shoulder.
"Huey Percival Freeman, welcome to-"
Without letting the unknown male talk, Huey instinctively grabbed his hand away from his shoulder with such fatal force- that he could be blocking its blood circulation. He turned around in a 180 degree to properly face the man and instantaneously flipped him on the hard surface. Moans of pain fled his mouth as Huey placed a foot on his back to keep him from moving a damn muscle.
Worry and fear washed over the supposed-kidnapper's white-tanned visage. "D-dude! What. The. FUCK!? You just flipped me!" he yelled, clearly flabbergasted by Huey's sudden attack.
The frustrated Freeman finally got a good view of the man who could be the reason to his whereabouts in this obscure area. But according to his appearance, Huey wondered if he was really a threat. The hurt Caucasian was wearing a shirt filled with palm trees and tropical flowers (which was very ugly. Hell, it should really be shredded in particles…then burned in fire) and khaki shorts and brown sandals. He seemed to be around the age of 25…so maybe he could be some disguised spy, hired by the system. But…why the hell was he holding a microphone?
Huey narrowed his eyes, clearly ignoring the shock and fear in the adult's voice. The boy had better things to do than be part of this charade (well if you say reading the newspaper all day held more importance…then sure). "Who are you? Where the hell am I and why am I here? And do you work for the government?!" he asked in his quiet-yet-dangerous tone. "Answer my question now!" he added agonizing pressure on the adult's back, causing him to spill a few tears. What a baby…
"D-Dude, I-I'm Fred. I-I'm the host of Next! You're on the show Next!"
Huey's eyes became saucers as he heard that sentence. He just couldn't believe it. Oh god please let it be a nightmare. "R-repeat that sentence again man," he asked, his voice losing its once aggressive touch.
As if planned to happen at this exact moment, the darkness that had dominated the surrounding disappeared, only to be replaced by an appropriate brightness. Now Huey finally got a good view of his whereabouts, only to increase his shock to infinity. His eyes were frantically observing the troubling atmosphere.
Daaamn, this really ain't his bedroom.
This really is a dating show. Just look at every little detail; the black heart-shaped stage that was in the center with a shocked/gasping audience arranged on all sides. The humongous plasma TV that was hung in the center of the ceiling, above the stage area. And worst of all, everything was in the color of red, pink and white with hearts.
"You're on Next!" Fred, the host of Next, repeated shakily. "Now, let me go before I call security!"
Immediately letting go of the tanned adult, Huey spun around to observe once more this place, only to his utter horror, realize this wasn't a dream but the condemned reality. Ugh. The horror. He was surrounded by an enormous audience with their eyes all over him, expecting him to say or do something. He could see a group of cameramen filming this event from afar. Was this really hell? Oh, he utterly preferred getting kidnapped by the government than being in this MTV garbage. But the most important question came to him;
How the hell did I end up in Next? And why?
His mind churning with multiple thoughts, Huey turned, walking towards Fred who was dusting off himself, not pleased by the fact he was savagely tackled to the ground. For once in his hosting job, couldn't craziness just leave him alone? Sigh…
"Yo, how did I get here? What the hell am I doing here? And what's with the ugly shirt you're wearin'?" Huey asked in a pissed-off tone, obviously not pleased by this disturbing lovey-dovey setting. "You better tell me now…"
Fred narrowed his eyes in slits at the African-American, still remembering the previous flip attack. "Well, maybe you'd know the answer to those questions if you hadn't gone all Jackie-Chan on me earlier!" he remarked semi-negatively with his microphone in hand, making the audience chuckle to the humor. "And hey! My shirt isn't ugly! It's sexy!"
Huey scowled to Fred's previous comment. Of course he'd flip him; he was all tied up in an anonymous dark place where it was eerily quiet. If you were in his previous position, would you've also flipped the man in defense? Now, if you were a normal person, you'd answer that question with an immediate yes.
Ignoring Huey's scowl, Fred cleared his throat and turned back to face the camera with a fake smile. "Anywaaaaay, welcome America to Next: Special Edition. As you can clearly see, this is totally different from our usual style. In this special episode, there will be no Next Bus or timer this time." The audience cooed in disappointment to the change, nonetheless the host continued explaining the details with his exaggerated smile. "But don't worry folks; we still have our Next twist," he winked at the camera as the public uttered claps and happy hoots.
Huey impatiently lowered his head as he held the bridge of his nose.
This still doesn't explain why I'm here. This man talks so much for nothing…Damn.
Soon, a light of mischief flashed in the host's eyes then disappeared as his grin inhumanly increased. Oh yeah, he just knew Huey wasn't going to like his next explanation. Heh served him right for hurting him and insulting his Hawaiian shirt. No one insults this sexy shirt…no one. "This special episode will be consisted of 10 unknown single ladies, who could include a potential girlfriend for our single fellow here, Huey Percival Freeman," his hand gestured to the said boy, making the camera focus its attention on him.
Once again, Huey's eyes became saucers. W-what? No…Impossible. It's impossible for me to be a contestant in this show…how am I here if I didn't even sign u- OH SHIT!
Finally, everything sunk in as he got deeper in his abyss of thoughts. Now he knew how he ended up here. Oh he was so going to kill them.
Hiro, Caesar and Riley…y'all are gonna pay…
Just as Huey contemplated whether or not he should-add air quotes- accidentally drop his friends in a shark infested ocean or in an African gorilla-infested jungle, the host interrupted his thinking with another explanation. "Each 2 days, Huey and 10 ladies will do romantic/friendly activities in order to build friendship which could later on become much more- if you know what I mean," he added the last part with yet another wink at the audience. "By the end of each 2 days, Huey will eliminate a female who he feels doesn't correspond to what he's looking for," explained the presenter, lifting a finger to let everyone know he wasn't done with his speech yet. "Ha, there's a catch! Huey has to choose 3 friends to be his wingmen to- you know- be there for him throughout the show and give him some advice about women."
Huey sighed in an exasperated fashion, wishing the government's goons would break through the entrance of this area this instance and kidnap him already.
Could this get any worse for me?
"Oh yeah, and before we end this preview episode for tonight, I would to announce something very important," the background sound of drums cued as the camera zoomed closely to the host's visage. "There is no Next Bus because Huey, his 3 wingmen and 10 ladies will be spending 3 weeks in the Next House in HAWAII!" Everyone shouted in happiness to that awesome message…well, except for our certain afro-haired friend here.
His eyebrow wouldn't stop twitching in utter irritation.
Apparently, yes. Apparently, this day could get worse for me.
Out of nowhere, Fred placed an arm around Huey's shoulder while smiling to the camera with his microphone. "Well, looks this is the end of Next: Special Edition Preview! Well America, stay tuned for tomorrow's episode. It's gonna be wild!" Everyone clapped eagerly and hooted savagely.
Still fake-smiling to keep up with his cool (Pff…bullshit) image, Fred turned to Huey with the microphone extended close to his infamous scowl. "Come on Freeman, smile to the camera."
Huey didn't budge a damn facial muscle; he still held his scowling expression.
Fred faked a sad facade. "Come on, why can't you smile for us?"
"I am smiling."
"…" Fred deadpanned for a quick second then flashed back into his fake-smile as he faced the camera with his hand patting Huey's afro. "Well folks, good night," he waved goodbye to the audience, still patting Huey with his other hand.
"Stop touching my hair."
"Oh God, I can't believe Huey flipped the nigga like that!" Caesar said as he was in spurts of laughter, sitting on the foot of Huey's bed.
"I know right? But did you see the face he had when the host started touching his head?" Hiro asked comically as he was on the ground, unable to control his laughter. "He wanted to kill the man right there!"
"Oh…oh! What about when Huey was all like 'I am smiling'?"
"Hah…too priceless!"
Caesar and Hiro were currently laughing their asses off. They previously came to discuss a few things about their little plan with Riley but he had to leave and fix something important, so the two other boys had decided to watch Next to pass the time and boy…was it worth it! Their plan in getting Huey on Next was not only successful…but also funny as hell. The way Huey was acting back there was priceless! The best part about this plan was that Caesar, Hiro and Riley get to go to Hawaii for free since they signed up as Huey's wingmen. Ah, aren't these boys just smart? This was too perfect. Nothing could ruin this moment.
Suddenly, the bedroom door busted open, only to be showing the one and only, Huey Freeman. "I…am…going to kill y'all," he said in between breaths, sounding incredibly mad. Like seriously. Even his eyes were dangerously narrowed in slits.
Ah, spoken too soon. I guess that could ruin the moment.
Immediately standing up from the ground, Hiro backed away from Huey with his hands defensively in the air. "Now, now Huey. No need to put violence in this," Hiro spoke as he sheepishly chuckled; knowing damn well Huey's pissed off.
"You fuckin kidnapped me and placed me in that MTV garbage," Huey reminded menacingly as he slowly walked towards his friends.
Caesar also chuckled nervously, knowing hell was about to break loose. "W-we didn't do that." All of a sudden, he formulated an over-dramatic gasp. "As a matter of fact, I think it was a-aliens who came in earth to kidnap you and place you on that show! Oh my god! Earth is being attacked by aliens!" the lying New-Yorker fell on his knees, looking up on the ceiling with his arms in the air. "WE DOOMED MAN! WE DOO-"
"Caesar get the hell up, I know you knocked me out and placed me on Next," Huey deadpanned, not entirely impressed by his comical lie. But he mentally gave props for the drama-ish effort.
Well, at least Huey calmed down so he couldn't try to kill Hiro and Caesar…yet. Getting up from the ground, Caesar held an excited grin, imagining all the shit that was about to go down on that Hawaii trip. "Man, Huey I can't believe we going to Hawaii! It's gonna be just 10 beautiful girls, you, Hiro, me, Riley and the beach!"
"Yep," Huey rolled his eyes, still not understanding the excitement to all this. Yeah, they may be going to Hawaii for free but didn't his friends realize this could be troublesome for him. He'd have to meet 10 unknown females…imagine if they were crazy. I mean look at Granddad, he's had more than 50 blind dates and 99.9% of his dates were either crazy killers or mentally possessed. Hell, he still remembered that time when one of Granddad's dates tried to cut his balls. Ugh, that day scarred Huey for life.
He sighed. I just hope this shit doesn't get too troublesome.
Just as he was about to sit down on the computer chair, Caesar and Hiro were trying hard to hold in their laughs as their eyes wouldn't budge from Huey.
"What?" Huey asked with his eyebrow quirked in his famous way. Still not comprehending their random funny faces, he looked down, only to notice something unpleasant; he was still in his damn PJs.
Chin lifted up, Huey looked at his friends with an emotionless expression. "I was wearing this on Next, wasn't I?"
The two laughing boys nodded, falling on the ground and continuing laughing like savages, which made Huey madly ponder in his thoughts.
Yup, one day, I'm definitely gonna drop them off in a shark-infested water.
Meanwhile, Riley left off to an important destination in downtown Woodcrest to handle a few things for his vacation in Honolulu to be off the chain. He couldn't let this problem ruin all his fun and prevent him from checking out (and fucking) with all the Hawaiian babes. Hell to the nah! That was why he was currently in his blue Lambo, with his current girlfriend, Amber Anderson, in the passenger seat. He was on his way to fixing his tiny little problem yo.
"Look bitch, "Amber flinched to Riley's cold tone, not used to being called by such word. Nonetheless, she uncomfortably continued listening to what he had to say. "I came here to tell yo easy ass dat it's ova between us."
Amber gaped, with tears already present in her eyes. "But why? Riley baby, afta all I have done for you!?" she cracked as tears were starting to fall.
"Girl, yo ass betta not be cryin cuz I don't want yo tears stainin my car! Do you know how much this baby costs?" Riley nagged with no speck of remorse. "Shiiiit, I bet yo tears is filled with nasty hoe germs. I don't wanna be hoe-infected!"
"But what about this connection we share together?" she sadly asked, ignoring his previous hurtful comment.
"Bitch, you mean a bed?"
Sadness soon transformed into anger for Amber. She couldn't believe her own boyfriend was treating her like trash. Not willing to let this stand by, she slapped Riley on the cheek and left his car and slammed harshly the door shut. "You suck!"
"Dat ain't what you said to me half an hour ago."
Feeling the burning sensation on his cheek, Riley smiled evilly to the bitch, not least a bit affected by the slap. Then he promptly drove off, leaving the flustered Amber on the lonely sidewalk. She growled at the car before commencing to chase after it, cursing out loud to the world.
"Son of a bitch! YO Riley, gimme my wallet! My fuckin wallet's in yo car."
Unfortunately, Riley's car was out of Amber's sight, leaving her not only heart-broken…but also broke.But as for Riley, he couldn't stop cackling madly to himself. He couldn't believe his ex was such a fool for thinking he actually loved her. Pff…the only he loved was the sex. That's all. Now with her out of the way, he could properly enjoy his trip at Hawaii. A thought occurred to him as he drove and wore pair of cool shades;
Hawaii, Young Reezy''s comin for ya!
A/N II: Not only is his ex heartbroken…but also broke? Ouch, Riley…that was coooold. And poor Huey :3 His day just keeps getting worse for him lol. Hiro and Caesar are his little monsters...Mwouaha ^-^!
Here's chapter 2 of Next :D! I know, not a lot of stuff happened here but I'm just saving the funny skits for later :3! But if you have any funny ideas for me to use here, don't be afraid to PM me :D! I'll put it and give you credit :)
Heheh, I changed the show's style to make it a bit interesting ^-^! Lemme re-explain the function of the show. It's similar as the Bachelor except the elimination is at the end of every 2 days, Huey's is allowed to bring 3 wingmen to help him and they're also going to have to live with 10 unknown ladies in the Next House ;P! I made the elimination at the end of every two days since spring break only lasts for 21 days :)
Next chapter, I'll present the 10 mysterious ladies :D!
Anyway, leave a review please :)
