Finally returned. Thank you to all the reviews. Sorry this is a lil on the short side. I've been busy. Chapter 3 will be a bit longer. They won't be kids for long, I want to hurry up and get to the juicy stuff. Anyways, new installment.
Disclaimer: Don't own BD
Chapter Two- Meet the Neighbors
Riley was taking in the place faster than Huey liked or wanted him to. Huey was still pissed at the fact the stupid house had three; you heard right, THREE bedrooms and Granddad was still making them share rooms. He was furious at the memory of the conversation.
'Why? We have another room, why do we still share?'
'Huey quit your bitching. You're sharing the room. Case closed, point blank period.' Granddad wasn't even looking at Huey; he was reading a newspaper and was sipping on his orange juice. Huey frowned. He hasn't even begun to understand the epitome of just how long Huey Percival Freeman can bitch. And just for that? He complained about everything in retaliation.
'The house is too big for three people.'
'The floors the wrong color.'
'You were ripped off; these couches don't look the price you paid for.'
'Your food is still garbage.'
'The kitchen is too small.'
'Your bedroom curtains look stupid.'
'The foyer was built wrong.'
Granddad was going crazy from Huey's unrelenting scrutiny of the place, but he wasn't dumb, he knew what that boy was doing. He shook his head, Huey would inherit his funky ass attitude and temper from Royce.
'Huey, I don't give a fuck how you feel. You can complain until you die. Being spoiled is one of the many reasons you don't have that room. Linger on that boy.' He told him one day. Huey shot him the evil eye and walked out the living room, much to granddad's relief. Huey was driving him mad, before Riley, and he whoops Riley more than he does Huey. He just wished the boy would cancel that attitude of his. Both those boys need to straighten themselves out.
"They gon' kill me." Granddad shook his head and sunk back into his new favorite reclining chair. Upstairs, Riley was lacing up his Jordan's when Huey walked into the room.
"Clean up your room Riley, we ain't been in this piece of shit house for two days and your half is already torn up."
"Huey, don't do me the way you do Granddad. I'mma toss my basketball all up in your mouth." He laughed. Riley thought the whole thing was funny. He stood to his feet and tucked the basketball between his arm and hip.
"Huey, I was ridin' with ya for a while at this, but…damn nigga, stop being so mad. We here now…and honestly…I like this house."
"Traitor." Huey muttered. Riley shrugged and left the room. He ran down the steps and dribbled the ball in the foyer.
"Granddad, I'm about to go outside."
"Take ya ass on, and stop dribbling in the house!" he shouted from the living room. Riley shrugged off his attitude too and walked outside. He looked around as he stood on the porch. White folks were everywhere. He had to be slick; white folks will arrest you for blowing your nose wrong. He walked down the street, ignoring the looks the white folks were giving him.
"A nigga living fancy now!" he screamed on purpose and waved with his free hand. Mouths were dropped and whispers were spoken. Did white people have basketball courts? He hoped so. He kept walking until sure enough, he found the neighborhood court. But to his surprise, it wasn't empty. A white girl was using it. She was rocking Street Fighters' Camilla braids and was decked out in dark shorts with a Detroit Piston jersey and red and white Addidas. She was throwing some good shots, Riley had to admit. He opened the gate and she whirled around to face him.
"Aw, don't stop cuz I'm here." He said. The girl smiled at him.
"Boy please, get over here, I need some competition new blood." Riley smiled at this white girl's boldness.
"How you know I'm new?"
"I neva seen you around here that's why. What's your name new blood?"
"Well, my people called me many names. Paperstacks, Riley Escobar, Reezy…uhm…" he had to think, "and Horse choker. Hehehe, yeah that's right."
"Pffffft, you gon' be Reezy. I'm Cindy McPhearson, shaky females know me as McFearsome. I strike fear into the hearts of many. Ya feel me?" She laughed.
"Riley Freeman. Okay, so like…a nigga saw you had some moves, but just to let you know, we Chicago niggas dominate the court see." Her blue eyes widened.
"You're from Chi-City? Oooo, I love R. Kelly!"
"White Girl, what you know about dat ?" Riley snorted before laughing. Cindy tossed him the ball in response.
"Let's find out! Best 5 out of 7." She smirked. Riley smiled as he bounced the ball.
"Aight White Girl, let's see you do those moves."
"Yo, hehehe! I said my name already Reezy, stop calling me White Girl!"
"Naw White Girl."
"I'll make you eat those words Reezy." She laughed.
And the game began!
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Granddad stared up the stairs and shook his head. Huey hasn't been down all day. Just as he was about to call his name, there was a knock on the door.
"Who the hell is that?" He muttered. He looked into the peephole to see a middle aged pudgy white man on his porch. He greeted the white man when he opened the door.
"Good afternoon, I'm Mr. Wuncler, the owner of your house. You must be Mr. Freeman." His voice sound menacing and conniving.
"Uh, yes, please come in." the wealthy man walked in and looked around the house that was purchased from him.
"I've come to merely welcome you into the community, I personally meet all my clients at some point or time." He made his way to the kitchen with Granddad following him.
"How do you like it here Mr. Freeman, are you satisfied?" the man asked.
"Oh yes Mr. Wuncler, I see I've made the right choice moving here. Would you like some cheese and…crackers?" he paused. Huey made him come to hate that those delicious salty squares were named that. Wuncler didn't even notice and his stern glare brightened.
"Yes, I'd be delighted, I love cheese." He mused honestly for the first time during his visit. Granddad fixed him a plate and placed it in front of him. He soon began eating.
"Let me know if you want to wash that down with anything." Granddad sat at the opposite side of the table. Wuncler nodded.
"Thank you for the hospitality Mr. Freeman, I like you. Tell you what, how about you come to my house tomorrow night for dinner, it'd be my pleasure." Mr. Freeman smiled. He was already making ranks with the rich white people? Think of all the perks being this mans' friend could mean. Trips on yachts, endless parties with only the highest elite of people, and given stuff for free! Robert deserved the high life, especially for dealing with those rotten ass kids. He heard Huey rummaging around upstairs and began making his way down. Granddad grimaced on the inside, why'd that boy have to come down now?
"Granddad, I'm going out—" Huey ceased to speak when Mr. Wuncler locked eyes on him.
"Good evening young man. And who might you be?" he scoped what Huey was wearing and openly grimaced.
"My, my son! Your pants, they are so baggy!" Huey was wearing one of his favorite outfits. It was an army green matching set with a pair of black combat boots. His dad use to dress like that all the time, but his was all black…Huey said he'd get an outfit like that one day.
"You hold your forked tongue you cracka devil, you cracka devil!" Huey cried. Granddad's face would've melted off in embarrassment had this been in a cartoon. He jumped up.
"Huey!" Granddad shouted, only to have Huey slam the front door behind him.
"I am so sorry that was my grandson. His father raised him to have no manners, he always under minded my daughter's teachings." That's how he felt about Xavious anyway. He was no more than a militant, racist thug in his eyes and will never understand what Royce saw in him.
"The kid has spirit." Mr. Wuncler laughed.
"Yeah…a devil's spirit." He mumbled, Wuncler actually missed that and kept talking.
"I'm not offended. The offer of dinner is still on the table Freeman. You know how to play poker?"
"Oh yes."
"Well, you better bring your A game, because we play big in these parts." A gleam was in Wuncler's eyes.
"Hehe, I was a well-known hot caller and shot baller in Chicago!" he laughed. Mr. Wuncler stared blankly before laughing uncontrollably.
"I believe it goes 'hot baller and shot caller' Mr. Freeman." He blushed in embarrassment. Damn it, why did he always get those damn sayings mixed up?
"Oh, well those too." Chuckling, Mr. Wuncler put his hand on his shoulder.
"I think I'm gonna like you Freeman."
He smiled triumphantly.
"Here's to a new friendship indeed, Mr. Wuncler."
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Huey grimaced. What was that white man doing all up in there house like that? More importantly, where did Riley run off to? He glanced down at his watch. He was out the house since 2; it was nearing 4:30. He probably found some kids to harass or something. With his note pad in tow, he walked silently down the narrow empty street. He knew not where he was going, but at least he was out that hell hole. He then notice a cut off to the right and decided to follow it, the path got steeper and steeper and until he reached his destination and gasped.
It was a huge hill. A single oak tree stood in solitude as it looked over the city of Maryland below. The lush grass swayed as Huey intruded on this secluded paradise.
"This place…it's perfect…" he walked up to the oak tree and placed a hand on it and gazed up wards. Shards of the sun cut through its thick leaves, their shadows danced on the ground beneath him. He noticed an uprooted root and sat on it and leaned against his new runaway spot. He took out his pen and began scribbling away at his life plan. Getting out of Maryland was of course the top priority, though he wished he could take this spot with him. He was so deep into his writing; he didn't notice a person walking up to him.
"Hello!" a cherry voice rang. Huey quickly looked up to see a girl smiling at him. She looked at him with sparkling green eyes and wore a smile the Grinch would find cute. Her puffy strawberry blonde hair was pulled into a high pony tail and she was wearing jean overalls with a yellow shirt with white tennis shoes.
"Hey." He resumed his writing. The girl walked closer.
"I'm Jazmine Du'bois, who are you?" her eyes widened with curiosity. She's never seen him around before and he had big hair like hers!
"Huey Freeman." He said, still not looking at her.
"Huey…well…nice to meet you!" she shoved her hand into his and shook it wildly.
"Don't you see I was writing something!" he barked at her. He scoffed. "You made me mess up!"
"Well, that's what you get for being a rude boy." She giggled. Huey folded his arms and huffed.
"Whatever. Go away." She sat beside him.
"Why are you so grumpy? It's a lovely day out!"
"You ruined my paper." He showed her the jagged scribble going clear down the paper. Jazmine just laughed.
"I'm sorry." She smiled. "Like I said, you were a rude boy. Still is."
"So why are you still talking to me?" he rolled his eyes.
"You must be new around here. Where are you from? Your voice sounds profound."
Huey lazily glanced over to her.
"I'm from Chicago." He said simply. Nothing more, nothing less.
"Oh! Tell me about it!" she shook her fists up and down in excitement. That's when Huey just looked at her, really taking in her features.
"I see. You're a half breed." Jazmine arched an eyebrow.
"Huh?"
"But that's fine I guess, nice to know we aren't the only blacks here." Jazmine's confused face didn't leave.
"I'm not black…I'm white…" she said.
"If you're white, then clearly I'm Shakespeare." Jazmine frowned.
"What are you talking about?" she huffed. Huey simply nodded.
"I see I have a new mission here. Come, my confused grasshopper, you have much to learn." He put a finger in the air as he stood up from the bark. Jazmine still looked puzzled.
"Huey…I have no idea what you're going on and on about. So, you want to come over my house and play games?"
"No. We have work to do. I never hesitate to guide a stranded hafling to their right side, and you're on the Mariah Carey side, the side of denial, and it's high time I end that."
"I'm not Mariah Carey!" Jazmine shouted in anger.
"That will be your nickname until you understand who you are." Huey folded his arms behind his back.
"But I know who I am." She whispered, not really sure anymore all of a sudden.
"You don't sound all that sure Mariah."
"My name is Jazmine." Her eyebrows flattened. The two youths stared each other down.
"This will be interesting." She muttered.
Later folks. Hope you enjoyed.