Well, hello to the favs and follows I got ^-^ I have returned. After I wrote the first chapter, I was lacking inspiration considering the chapter itself was like a one time only inspiration type thing. However, today I was inspired by a close friend of mine who published her own and I took the liberty of editing it because I wanted it to be the best it could possibly be. But, here I am, giving it another go. Enjoy \(^o^)/

P.S. I get kind of vulgar using words that describe body parts and during sexual activities.

Chapter 2: Who is she?

"You need t' stop being a bitch, Huey! You can't just be talking to females like that. Ha, I actually think yo ass gay. This is why you gets no types of females. I can't believe this bullsh-"

"Riley," Huey's deep baritone voice called out to his younger brother who was walking behind him.

"What nigga?"

"Shut the hell up will you? You're giving me a headache." Huey continued his long stride up the walkway to his house, trying his best effort to drown out Riley. He had been giving him hell since they left the mall after running into two girls Riley supposedly knew. They had too much skin and not enough clothes for Huey, so he "politely" excused himself into a bookstore and promptly left. Huey was already a block down the street before Riley realized he had snuck out. Since then, he wouldn't stop talking about how women are suppose to be treated.

"Oh. OH! I'm givin' you a HEADACHE? Wit that big ass afro on ya wide watermelon forehead, I'm surprised I'M givin' you a headache! I'm really 'bout to flame ya ass right now..."

Huey rolled his eyes harder than necessary which caused him to notice something purple a few doors down. He turned his head fully and locked eyes with the girl that was already watching him. His brown wine colored eyes widened slightly as he took her in. She couldn't have been anymore than five feet tall, maybe a few inches taller close up. Her steel grey jeans stood out against her surroundings with her black and purple Air Jordans and matching spaghetti strap tanktop. The one thing that really set her apart from most of the women in Woodcrest was her hair. Even from the distance, Huey could see the tight curls all along her head and falling down to her chest.

He scowled a little.

Why would he care about her hair? Jazmine's hair was similar if not bigger. But then again, Jazmine irked him on many occasions. Huey's eyes had unfocused themselves as he thought about his interest in her appearance before he noticed the small smile that graced her rich espresso brown skin. She turned her attention back to the home she was entering and disappeared inside.

"... witcho "I see dead people" head ass! That's why you got yo ass beat by that old ass nigga all them years ago. Oh boi, don't get me started on that one nigga who whipped yo black ass..."

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"Is yo gay ass even listening to me?"

"Hmm?"

Riley had never witnessed Huey space out as bad as he just did. Following his line of sight, he saw the fine honey his gay ass brother was staring at. Her body was banging. Everything about her was attracting him. Them legs, that chest, them lips, and let's not forget that ASS. He snickered before busting out in full blown laughter.

"Daaamn Huey, that fine honey over there got yo attention? She'd never be interested in a nigga like you. I'mma go introduce myself and she won't be able to get 'nough of Reezy." Riley began to swagger off across the grass until Huey grabbed him by his collar and turned around to go into the house, bumping into Granddad instead.

"Why the hell is ya'll standing outside my house yelling? You gone scare the new neighbors." Granddad was all dressed up like he was about to go somewhere with a new suit and tie. Even his cufflinks were freshly polished.

"Granddad where you finna go? I know you ain't got another date with some crazy female. Haven't you had enough, Granddad? One day some female gone run up in here and try to kill us. Oh, wait, that already happened!"

Huey shuddered upon remembering the attractive yet bat shit crazy Luna.

"Mind yo own damn business boy. Maybe I am." As he spoke, the garage door was rising slowly revealing his burgundy Lincoln, nicknamed "Dorothy." "Tomorrow afternoon, we are ALL going to meet our new neighbors down the street, so look decent. I'll be back tonight. Huey, you're in charge." Granddad wasted no time hopping into his car and starting the engine. During that time, Riley was trying his hardest to struggle out of Huey's grip.

"Cmon, Granddad! Why you put Huey bitch ass in charge? I can handle myself, and I don't need no nigga to do it for me! And whatchu mean we ALL going? I can go on my own time without ya'll niggas!"

"Boy, quit arguing and go in the house!" Granddad yelled out the window before speeding off down the street. Huey sighed at his Granddad's naivete and Riley's loud mouth. He didn't even get the opportunity to speak his peace, but then again, when does he speak and people actually listen?

"Come on Riley before I lock you out."

"Nigga I wish you woul-" Click. "OPEN THE DOOR YOU BITCH ASS NIGGA!"

Elaine sighed happily as she finally managed to carry all of her boxes up to her room and unpack them. She decided before she retired to her room for the night, she'd explore. The house did not disappoint. Upon entering the front door, there was a staircase to the right that went up to the second floor with a spiral. The windows of the house were big and let a lot of light in. And a lot of unwelcomed eyes. Multiple times as she was coming in and out of the house, Elaine felt as though someone was watching her. Only moments ago did she actually catch someone's eyes staring back at her before they disappeared and she pulled the curtains closed on the bottom level of the house.

She looked around the house again, deciding to take in its features once more. The brown hardwood floors brought out the cream colored drapes and the overall whiteness of the walls. She proceeded slowly into the kitchen dragging her fingertips along the walls and counter tops. Brown and cream seemed to be the color scheme of the house. All of the cabinets and counter tops were a light shade of cream with the occasional splash of silver from the stainless steel double door refrigerator, microwave, and the electric stove top. An brown island was placed precisely in the middle of the large and spacious kitchen with three tall bar stools already behind it.

A small doorway in the kitchen lead to the dinning room with an elegantly large table which was already set with plates and silverware. There were even flowers in vases that Elaine couldn't tell if they were fake or real. She smirked a little at the set up. Knowing her mother, this room would never be used; it would forever be a place of decoration. Anyone who came to have dinner at their house either ate in the kitchen or the living room. Speaking of the living room, she noticed another closed doorway that she assumed connected to the living room she had yet to see.

She pulled the door open and confirmed her suspicions. The living room might be the best part of the house yet. Two mocha brown couches were pushed up against the walls, one of them positioned in front of a window and the other against the wall with the huge clock that her mom refused to get rid of. Across from the couches, a large flat screen was embedded into the wall and Elaine noticed the surround sound system and the unlit fireplace underneath. A short table stood between the tv and the couches and already had all the remotes to the electronic things in the house and a large scented candle. It was then that Elaine figured out that all the blinds and curtains in the house were automatic. No wonder it hurt so bad to close the curtains in the foyer. She giggled a little, thinking of her earlier struggle. At the same time, her mom walked in carrying a glass of wine and a book.

"There you are, Laney. I was wondering where you went. Did you finish unpacking?" Elaine's mom asked. Olivia Jackson maintained a cheery disposition almost all the time. She was carefree and not many things disturbed her. It would explain how she came to marry James, Elaine's father. Olivia was chill but knew how to handle a household. For the time being, she was to be a stay at home mom. Because of the long distance move, she had to give up her job a the cost of her supporting her husband. With the money he would be making now, she was very unbothered with a job.

"Yeah, I got everything into drawers and hung up my clothes. You guys didn't tell me I'd be getting the room with the walk in closet. I really didn't need it you know. Also, that room is massive. I hope it wasn't the biggest one." Elaine seated herself on the plush comfortable couch next to her mom before curling up against her and looking at the book in her hands. Olivia laughed, making Elaine smile.

"Nonsense Laney. Have you even seen all the upstairs bedrooms? Every one of them has a walk in closet and nice floor space. There's one down here too that I think I might turn into a work out room. I'm not sitting behind a desk all day anymore and strutting in high heels. Gotta keep my body lean and tight." She wiggled her eyebrows down at her daughter who returned the look with a scowl.

"I don't want to know the ulterior reasons as to why you desire to keep your body "lean and tight," but I also know that I never want to hear you say those words ever again in life in my presence. Thank you kindly."

Olivia laughed loudly and wrapped her arms around Elaine, kissing her on the cheek and running a manicured hand through her daughter's curly locks. "Sure whatever you want. Oh, do you like the color in your room? We had painters come in weeks ago and paint. I specifically told them lavender but I think the color is like, lilac or something. That one really pissed me off. If I ask you to do something professionally and I'm paying you, I expect to get my money's worth ya know?"

Elaine hummed and closed her eyes at the feeling of her mom's nails massaging her scalp. She honestly didn't hear what her mom was saying at first until the last few sentences and tried to piece together what she was saying. "Oh, the room color? It perfect ma. I can't even really tell the difference."

"Weellllll... if you say so Laney." She snuggled her face against Elaine's cheek and squeezed her even tighter. "This is a new start for all us baby, and I know you'll love it. I can feel it in here," she pointed to her chest. "Who knows, you might even meet a cute boy who will set you for life and show you who's really in charge cause let me tell you, once you get some d-"

"MOTHER STOP! NO, let me go! You have taken this too far! We went from wall paint to sexual activities!"

"Laney, baby no, I'm sorry! You know I love you and I only want the best for you but if the wood ain't good, it's pointless."

"DADDY HELP ME!"

The bathroom at the Freeman house was hot and steamy. The mirror on the back of the door, however, wasn't fogged as bad as the one above the bathroom sink. A hand came up and wiped the mirror, revealing Huey. Water was streaming down his face from his hair which was weighted down. He stared at himself critically analyzing what he saw in the mirror. Over the years, Huey matured exceptionally. He developed a strong jaw line that was currently covered with a fine layer of stubble that he was contemplating whether or not he should shave. He hummed, deciding he should get it over with tonight instead of fighting with Riley in the morning about who gets in first.

He reached up to the top of the cabinet with ease thanks to his height, 6 feet to be exact. Bending down, he grabbed the can of shaving cream and turned the faucet on. In the mean time, the full length mirror told of other stories. Even though his lower half was covered with a towel, it was pleasantly noted that Huey had lean yet muscular legs, his calves muscles shapely and thighs rounded. His ass in that towel would make any female angry and depressed. The long and large imprint in the front of the towel left little to the imagination. The V-line that emerged shortly after and lead up to chiseled chest and defined abs.

This is pretty decent. He sighed happily after splashing water on his freshly shaven face. He dropped the towel and grabbed his boxers off the back of the toilet and pulled them on. Opening the bathroom door and leaving, Huey walked down the hall and entered his room that he no longer shared with Riley. Granddad was ever so persistent about having a guest room, but after Huey almost killed him in his sleep for burning pages of his favorite books for cigar paper. That was the last straw. But now, he could study in peace, sleep in peace, do whatever he wanted in peace while Riley happily blasted those fools Gangstalicious and Thugnificent. Huey didn't have to hear it. I can't believe he made me suffer through Riley's shit for all those years, but now I'm free of his stupidity at least in my own room.

Huey's own thoughts brought him into an even greater mood than he originally was in. He rummaged through his drawers pulling out shorts and a white t-shirt. As he was pulling on his shirt, he heard a bang at the door. The mood that had developed within him quickly disappeared. Spoke too soon. "What Riley?"

"Don't what me nigga. I'm tryna let ya bitch ass know Granddad ain't home yet." Riley's voice came from the other side of the door. Huey wasn't going to open the door either.

"So? It's only.. 11:53. He's a grown man. He'll be back and hopefully without his date." Huey sat down at his computer desk and began checking his email and the news around the world. Shooting in Orlando.. Body of 2 year old found after being taken by an alligator.. Crime rate in Chicago higher than last year's.. The world is so dim right now, I could be considered an optimist. He sighed then went to check his email.

"... but you know we real niggas so we don't need him even if he don't come back. I mean, I'mma real nigga but you just a bitch most of the time but you aight when you want to be an-" Huey quickly interrupted Riley's rant.

"Riley, why are you still at my door?"

"Ow nigga damn. You always hatin', shit. Always gone be Huey McHatter. Waiting for yo ass to move out.." Riley's voice could be heard retreating down the hallway still mumbling. Huey sighed and rolled his eyes and stood up from his desk and plopped down on his bed. He reached for the lamp beside his bed but before he could turn it off, he heard another sound outside his door.

"If Granddad don't come back, I'm not finna get up at no 11 to go meet shawty witcho hatin ass."

"Go to sleep Riley."

There was complete silence.

"Aye Huey?"

"What, Riley?"

"You still gay."

Next on Something Different

"Well hello there sweet young lady. My name is Robert Freeman and these are my two bad grandsons, Huey and Riley."

Elaine didn't hear much of what was said since she was looking up at the tall, scowling man next to his grandfather. He was the one I saw yesterday. His wine red eyes were basically staring into her soul and she was in a trance.

"... H-hi."

OKAY CHAPTER 2. Took me all day sitting at the computer to write this and I'm not satisfied in the slightest. I have a bad habit of explaining things unnecessarily and I can't break it. That and I never noticed how much it takes to have a decent amount of words for a chapter but I promise once the plot finally gets rolling, it'll be better. *overly depressed sigh* Also, I'd also like to point out that I find it hard to type Riley's dialogue. Like anyone can talk slang, I mean I do, but when it comes to writing it it's irritating honestly. So for my sake and yours, read his parts with his exact voice xD

Be here for chapter 3 ^-^

XOXO