Young Neil speaks: Yep. It's me again. Back with Mike of corse. Ch. 2 of our collabo. Sorry it took so long. But please enjoy, because we worked so hard on this :D so once you read, leave a review. But the most important thing to always remember is enjoy.
TRIGGER MIKE THE GREAT speaks: Yea, we he said nigga!
Chapter 2: Here I Am The Handy Man
Cookie let out a low moan as she sat up. "What happen..." she grumbled as she massaged her forehead. Placing her hand back on the floor, she tried her best to adjust her eyes. For some strange reason, she only saw a moving blur in front of her. After a few seconds of sitting still, her vision finally came back to her.
"Ow..." she mumbled. Her head was throbbing. It felt like it was about to explode! Cookie placed her hand on the back of her head. Was this a bump she feel? It seemed huge! She added a bit more pressure on it. "OWWWW!" she screamed as she quickly removed her hand from the area.
"Vet's vuu...lookin' at ya durty hoe..." mumbled Carmela.
Cookie looked to her right to see Carmela laying flat on her stomach with her head turn to the side. Slob slowly dripped from her mouth. Carmela was of Latin decent, had crimson colored eyes, and long dark brown hair with red highlights, which was put into a high ponytail. Carmela wore an extra small, white tank top and red booty shorts that had Diva written in white on the back.
Cookie rolled her eyes. "This fool talking in her sleep." Cookie felt her hand become suddenly wet. Instantly picking her hand up, she looked in the spot the liquid was. Smelling her hand, she recognize the liquid to be wine. "What the hell..." Cookie looked around the floor to find shattered pieces of glass.
As the wine continued to drift on the floor, a bit of it slowly reached Carmela's opened mouth. Carmela's eyes open once she got a taste of the wine. She smacked her lip as she pushed her body up. "That's some good shit right there." She shifted her body so that she was sitting on the floor. "What the..." She leaped onto her feet and looked at her ass. It was soaked in wine. "Who the fuck been wasting good wine on the got damn floor?!" Carmela shot a death glance to her left, accusing Cookie with her eyes.
Cookie arched her eyebrow. "Don't look at me!" Cookie had caramel brown skin, light brown eyes, and long, straight black hair. Cookie was wearing a brown extra small t-shirt that had a picture of Pooh Bear on the front and white booty shorts.
"Well why the fucking wine is all over the fucking... OW!!" Carmela grabbed the back of her head quickly. "OWWWWWWW!!" She snatched her hands from her head. She bit her lip and clenched her fists as anime like tears streamed down her eyes. "My head!!"
Cookie stood up and stroked her chin as she thought on the situation. "The back of my head hurting to."
Carmela folded her arms and cocked her head to the side. "And your point is?"
A light bulb appeared over Cookie head, causing her to flinch. "Ow!! Damn light bulb!" She pulled the switch on the bulb to cut it off. Her head just wasn't fit for it at the moment. "Do you remember how we ended up on the floor?"
Carmela eyes widen as she experienced a brain blast. "Oww! Brain Blast..." she rubbed the back of her head, but instantly removed her hand from the spot. "Oww!! Damn it!" Carmela stomped her right foot. A sweat drop appeared in the back of Cookie's head. "Anyway. All I remember was us grabbing each other hair. Then I heard Cindy shouting behind us."
Cookie let the words soak in. That's when Cookie and Carmela came into realization of what happen. "That bitch!!" They shouted in unison.
"Wait to I get my hands on her!" growled Cookie. She held her hands in maniac like manner.
Carmela laugh. "You can have her right after I'm done with her."
Cookie slowly dropped her hands. "What?"
Carmela folded her arms. "Bitch, you heard me! Right after I'm done with her."
Cookie cracked her neck. "You just don't learn do you?"
Carmela popped her knuckles. "I guess you should get ta teachin' then."
Cookie got into her fighting stance. "Show me whatcha got lil' mama."
Carmela slid her feet on the floor as she move glass to the side. She then got into her fighting stance. "I guess we'll find out how the Cookie crumbles."
"I am so going to kick yo ass." growled Cookie. Cookie dashed toward Carmela. Carmela tighten her leg muscles as she stood her ground. Once in striking distance, Cookie threw a right hook toward Carmela's face. Carmela bobbed and weave to dodge the flying fist. She then sent a powerful knee into Cookie's stomach, causing her to slouch over and grab her gut. Carmela finished off the combo by bringing her elbow crashing down to the back of Cookie's head. Cookie instantly dropped to the floor.
Carmela dusted off her hands. "Damn Cookie! You fallin' off. That was easier than I thought it would be."
"Grrrr." growled Cookie. She quickly pushed her body up and spun on her head with her legs outstretched. Carmela, being daze from watching Cookie twirl around on the floor in such a high velocity, didn't notice one of Cookie's legs flying toward hers. Once Cookie's legs collided with Carmela's, Carmela went flying into the air. Cookie watch as Carmela was beginning to fall on some of the shattered glass.
'Shit! I don't want to kill her!' Cookie jumped into the air, and sent a flying kick to the arch of Carmela's back. Carmela's airborne body went flying toward the couch. The couch flipped over as Carmela came crashing into it. Cookie was now hopping up and down like an anxious boxer. "I know you can endure a bit more! Get yo ass up!"
Carmela gripped the flipped couch. Pulling herself up, she revealed her now crimson red face. Carmela's nostrils suddenly flared. "I'M GOING TO BEAT THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF YOU BITCH!!"
Cookie spat at the ground and motioned for her to bring it. Carmela let out an ear-piercing screech. With remarkable strength, Carmela placed her hands underneath the couch, and raised it above her head. Cookie stared at her in awe. "Shit." Carmela jumped into the air, brought both of her arms back, and launched the sofa at Cookie.
"SHIT!" screamed Cookie as she turned around to run. Feeling the wind from the flying couch right behind her, Cookie did the first thing that came to mind. Cookie jumped into mid-air as she executed a back flip. The scene went into slow motion. Cookie was now diagonally upside down in the air. The couch was directly in front of her face. Cookie watched as sweat slowly dripped from her face as she became completely upside down. Her hair brushed against the couch's surface as she passed over it. Once she passed the couch by, the scene went back to normal. Cookie landed on her feet, and watched as the couch flew toward the door. "No!" she screamed out.
"Fuck!" shouted Carmela. "Not again!"
The couch collided into the door. Instead of bouncing off, like they hope it would, it knock the door right off of it's hinges, sending the door and the couch outside the dorm room.
Carmela and Cookie felt a sweat drop on the back of their heads as they looked through the doorway. This was probably going to cost a pretty penny.
"So, ummm, call it a draw." asked Cookie.
Carmela slouched her body over and let her arms dangle. She sighed. "I guess."
Meanwhile. . .
Caesar, Huey, and Mike sat on a couch inside Caesar's mama's house. Caesar glanced at his watch for like the twentieth time. Since his mama didn't see Trigger Mike in a while, she had like a million questions to ask him. Questions like, "Boy, you done grown so much! What my sister been feeding you?" or "Why you don't ever give me a call? You know we still here. We won't be here forever though." She just kept going on and on.
"Caesar told me yall talk on Myspace." said Caesar's mama.
"Yes mam." said Mike.
She chuckled. "I never will understand how that Myspace junk work. Sometimes, Caesar be on it all day."
Caesar rolled his eyes. "Mama, is there anything you want me to do while I'm here?"
"Yea. Since you ask, how bout you go into the kitchen and fix us some drinks."
Caesar nearly hopped out his seat. "Yes mam."
Huey, also tired of hearing Caesar's mama talk, stood up. "Maybe I could be of assistance." Caesar and Huey power walked to the kitchen. Caesar stopped to give Mike a thumbs up. Mike had to resist the urge of returning a certain finger to his cousin.
Once in the kitchen, Caesar grabbed a Pepsi out the fridge and tossed Huey a bottle of water. "Thanks."
"No prob." Caesar opened his drink.
"I'm talking about for getting me away from your mother."
Caesar laughed. "Her mouth runs 50 miles per hour."
Huey looked at his watch. "Riley and Neil should be here by now. I wonder where they at."
Caesar shrugged. "It's not like they missing out on something."
Huey sighed. "Still. They should be here. I hope they're not doing something stupid. I'm tired of bailing them out of trouble."
Caesar laughed. "That's your family."
"You right. But it would be nice if I could get my own little place without those two." Huey took a swig of his water.
Caesar patted Huey on his back. "You do."
Huey arched his eyebrow. "Where?"
"Right between Jazmine's legs."
Huey shook his head and smiled. "You're worst than Riley."
Elsewhere. . .
Jazmine and Cindy yawned in unison as they listened to their teacher, Mr. Dumile lecture them on how college was different from high school. The classroom was full of students which meant the majority of the class was either failing, had a C average or just had nothing better to do on a Saturday.
"I mean seriously, how do you fail a computer class like this?" Mr. Dumile asked no one in particular. "All I ask you guys to do is make websites. Stuff you should have learned back in high school."
Mr. Dumile had a white tee and some black slacks. Since it was a Saturday he felt no need to dress like a college teacher. This made him look very stereotypical as a black man, especially since he had his gold fronts in as well. However he still talked professionally, despite his appearance.
Everyone just let out a sigh and continued to listen to their instructor bitch and moan about their academic efforts. Cindy was starting to doze off until she felt something on her hip vibrate. Before she checked the Caller ID window, she prayed it was a text from Caesar. She sheepishly glanced down at her mobile to notice it was indeed Caesar texting her. She let out a childish giggly and read the IM text.
BKDreadHead01: Baby, havin fun in class?
BlondeBomber3: Nah dis dude trippin…he talkin to us like hes our pops or somethin…I miss you.
BKDreadHead01: I miss ya too, you ready to get your grub on when we take Mike out for lunch later on?
BlondeBomber3: Ya babes, mos def. But gotta cut dis short, looks like the H.N.I.C. is headin my way, love ya!
The love messages were short lived as Mr. Dumile slammed his fists on Cindy and Jazmine's desk. The pound caused Jazmine to snap out of her daydream and caused Cindy to stare daggers into Mr. Dumile.
"Wut's good Mr. D?" Cindy offered Mr. Dumile some dap. Dumile returned the motion but then gave a serious look.
"That C average, Mrs. McPhearson." Mr. Dumile retorted. "I don't think you came in here to play on that little cell phone of yours. You came here to work, right? Bring that low score up?"
"Yea up, up and away." Cindy beamed.
"Yes because today's assignment is going to be easy as pie." Mr. Dumile beamed back. "Today I want you to write a story, about your favorite TV show. It can be a cartoon, anime for you Japan fan boys, shoot even a comic book."
"That's it?" Cindy asked not taking the older man serious.
"Of course, I want you then to submit them to this following URL." Mr. Dumile then walked up to the blackboard and wrote down the address. Everyone in the classroom yawned out of boredom with the exception of Cindy and Jazmine.
"What?!" Jazmine and Cindy yelled in unison. "FanFiction. Net!"
"So you've two heard of this wonderful website?"
"Yes, it has some of the best stories about me and Huey." Jazmine cooed with hearts in her eyes.
"What?" Mr. Dumile stared at the mulatto like she was from outer space.
"Yea and they got some ballin' stories about me, beatin' Young Reezy's ass in basketball, there's even one about me marrying dat fool. But one of my personal favs is the one about Jazmine and the insecurites she had with her hair and such. What was that one called Jazzy?"
"Beauty Is Only Skin Deep." Jazmine filled the blank for the blonde.
"Yea that's it! THAT'S MY SHIT RIGHT THURR!!"
"Cindy." Mr. Dumile said in a warning tone.
"Sorry bout da language, but that site is pretty cool." Cindy grinned.
"I think you two might have done some illegal activates before attending this class. Why would people write stories about you two? We are real people living in a nonfiction world."
"Uh…c'mon TRIGGER MIKE THE GREAT. You the author, tell him the truth!" Cindy yelled up to the ceiling. All the students in the class stared at Cindy like she was mentally challenged.
"Um…" the author hummed. "No comment."
Mr. Dumile just felt a sweat drop appear behind his head and just let out a sigh. Cindy and Jazmine snickered at their teacher's reaction to the fourth wall being broken.
"I see you two are always causing mischief for poor Mr. Dumile ." a voice called out behind them. The gentle voice belonged to Sunshine. She had luscious mocha skin, chocolate eyes, long beautiful dark brown hair, that stopped around her mid back.
"We are not, we were just telling him about-" Jazmine then decided to go with the flow of the story. "Never mind. So what are you doing here, Ms. I have an B in this class? Oh and nice outfit by the way."
Sunshine had on forest green tunic, dark brown shorts that stopped right at knee caps, a large white belt and forest green flip flops.
"Thanks" Sunshine smiled sweetly at Jazmine. "I want a A in this class…so I came to do the extra credit." Sunshine said while taking a seat next to the two girls.
"Alright, with that being said…" Cindy opened up a blank Word Document on the desktop. "Let's get our write on!"
The three girls then began to diligently type on their keyboards a story about their favorite shows. Cindy was writing a story about Space Jam. Jazmine was writing one about Spongebob Squarepants. Sunshine had her mind set on writing a story about Sailor Moon. The clicks and clacks of the keyboards were music to Mr. Dumile's ears, but sounds of annoyance to the students who had to be in the hot classroom on a nice Saturday afternoon. The three were so nose deep into their creations that they didn't even hear the bell ring.
"Alright class, your time is up for today! If you wish to receive credit for this assignment, please submit these to my e-mail by Sunday night." Mr. Dumile dismissed his students.
Outside…
Jazmine, Cindy and Sunshine were sitting down at a gazebo enjoying the fresh summer air.
"So I heard we've got a new student in town…" Sunshine grinned. She was hoping this new student was fine, so hopefully she could get over her old flame, Riley. "Have you guys seen him yet?"
"Yes we have. He's a cutie…just don't tell Huey I said that." Jazmine blushed. "He's related to Caesar."
"Does that mean he has dreads?" Sunshine held her tongue out in disgust.
"Hey!" Cindy stomped, scaring Sunshine a little. "Don't talk about my baby and his dreads!"
"I was just askin' a question. Chill." Sunshine scooted a couple of centimeters away from Cindy. "Can we just answer the question at hand?"
"Nope. He has a nice fresh cut, kinda like Neil's."
"Oh…" Sunshine slowly closed her eyes and tried to visual how Mike looked. All she saw was Caesar with a low cut, instead of dreads. "Whoa…"
"Would you like to meet him today?" Jazmine playfully poked Sunshine on her side.
Sunshine placed a finger on her chin and then nodded quickly. "I wouldn't mind."
"Cool, then you should come with me and Cindy. We about to meet up with the gang around noon, care to join us?"
"Does the gang include Cookie and Carmela?" Sunshine gulped. Something about those two girls scared the shit out of little innocent Sunshine. It was like putting a vicious cat and a big ass dog in a small cage together.
"Yea unfortunately…I might have to bring some bottles wit me." Cindy chuckled, causing Jazmine to join in as well.
"You know they are going to kill you today." Jazmine said in between giggles.
"Shoot for all we know, they probably already killed each other…" Cindy laughed.
"I just hope Cookie can keep Carmela under control." Sunshine said in a fragile voice. "She still thinks I love Riley!"
"YOU DO!" Cindy and Jazmine shouted tougher.
"Okay…don't let the whole world know." Sunshine covered their mouths.
"C'mon gurl it's been like almost four years, let it go." Cindy patted Sunshine on the back.
"Well I was almost over him until we went to Tiny's party together last year…" she blushed. "We was dancin' and we was both drunk, but he told me he loved me still."
"Sunny, that was the alcohol speaking, not Riley." Jazmine said.
"Nuh uh, he sounded so sincere!" Sunshine's eyes became watery.
"Oh boy…here comes the waterworks." Cindy sighed. "Where's my umbrella at?"
Before Cindy could make another wise crack, she felt five fingers connect to her cheek in a violent matter. She rubbed her cheek as it stung like a hornet's stinger. She flipped out her make-up mirror and noticed she had a handprint across her pale cheeks courtesy of Sunshine.
"Damn Sunny…why you hit so hard?!" Cindy held her cheek protectively.
"You know why…" she smiled. "Serves you right!"
Meanwhile inside of Dorothy…
Just as suspected, Riley was going sixty-five in a fifty miles per hour speed limit zone. Neil just sat in the passenger seat and prayed no police were in the area. The sound of Dorothy's V6 engine roaring like it was the king of the jungle drove Riley crazy. It just motivated him to go even faster, now he was flooring it at about seventy.
"Yo dumbass!" Neil called to his cousin. "Slow down man, we goin' like twenty over."
"Quit hatin and get speed my nigga!" Riley laughed as he turned the stereo up.
Girls you know you better watch out
Some guys, some guys are only about
That thing, that thing, that thing
Riley's eyes popped out and he instantly switched the track from embrassment. To his right, Neil was laughing his ass off.
"Wow, that was really gangsta, Young Reezy." Neil stuck his hand out in a girly manner.
"Shut up! Dat must have been Huey's CD or somethin…." Riley lied. Ever since Riley was eight, he was a big Lauryn Hill fan.
"Ain't no need to deny it. Granddad told me all about the time he caught you listenin' to her on ya Walkman." Neil smirked.
"Whatever, nigga." Riley then heard another familiar tune fill up the silent car.
I love a ghetto ass chick, break down rings for me
If I would let her shoot, she'll count up this cheese for me
It's going down like I knew it would
We gon' keep on makin money cause this honey is good
Riley took his cell phone out its holder on his belt and answered it hesitantly since he noticed whose name showed up on the Caller ID. He knew Carmela only called if: He did something wrong or if she did something wrong. He gulped as he flipped it open.
"Yo." he said in a calm voice.
"Hey baby!" Carmela sweetly replied back. "Wuts good wit ya?"
"Nothin, me and Neil is headin over to Caesar's crib. We about to meet his cuzzo from South Carolina."
"Oh yea, that vato came into town this morning." Carmela then quickly switched subjects. "I need you to come over…"
"For what?" Riley arched his eyebrow seductively. He was hoping she wanted to have some good old morning sex, but that was short-lived.
"Because Cookie broke the door to our dorm."
"BITCH IT WAS YOU! YO ASS WENT INCREDIBLE HULK AND THREW IT AT ME!" Cookie's voice could be heard in the background.
"As I was sayin' Esco, Cookie broke the door and we need a handyman to come and fix it."
"Well you know I'm handy in the bedroom…" Riley chuckled. Neil looked at Riley and gave him two thumbs down of disapproval for his corny line.
"I'm serious, if the Dean finds out about this, we're gonna get booted off campus…" Carmela pleaded.
"Alright…we are on the way." Riley sighed. He knew fixing this door was going to be way harder than it sounded. Especially with those two atomic bombs named Carmela and Cookie in the vicinity.
"Thanks baby! LOVE YOU!" she cooed.
"Love ya too…" Riley returned the love in a dull voice.
"I LOVE YA TOO MELA, MARRY ME!" Neil yelled, causing Carmela to giggle.
"Riley, tell Neil I love him too!" Carmela said. Silence entered the conversation. "C'mon tell him, Esco!"
Riley just gave Neil a death glare similar to one his older brother could do so well.
"Carmela said she…"Riley was about to complete the sentence until he quickly closed his phone ending the call.
"Well cuz…" Neil had a big pumpkin smile on his face. "What did Mela say?"
"She said you're an asshole that needs to get laid."
"Yea, know what….she told me the same thing about you last night."
"Fuck you." Riley said in a temperature below zero.
Moments later at Room 420...
Cookie and Carmela were sitting on the couch that was launched at their door less than two hours ago. They managed to push it back into the room and fix up everything except the door. Ever since they announced that there confrontation was a draw, they really haven't spoken to each other. The two were focused on the 32" Magnavox LCD TV planted on the wall. Images of Flavor Flav and Chuck D marching with thousands down in the streets of Brooklyn filled the screen.
"Damn, wasn't Flavor Flav like…" Carmela counted on her fingers and toes. "Thirty-one in this video?"
Carmela now had on a small black Baby Phat t-shirt with 'Baby Phat' written in gold font across her chest, denim blue jeans and gold dress shoes. Her hair was still in a high ponytail.
"Uh huh…" Cookie then looked at Carmela. "What's ya point?!"
Cookie had on a red t-shirt with Minnie Mouse kissing Mickey on the front, a pair of black jeans, and black Barbie doll shoes. Her hair was styled into a wrap, which showed how straight and long her hair was.
"I mean he virtually looks the same!" Carmela stuck her tongue out. "I mean at thirty-one he was dark and crispy and now at fourty-nine, he's dark, crispy and wrinkled!"
Cookie then stared at the thirty-one year old Flavor Flav and compared it to the fourty-nine year old Flavor Flav. "You know what you're right."
"As always!" Carmela smiled. "He might be ugly, but he made Public Enemy what it is today."
"Bullshit!" Cookie cried out. "Chuck D is what made P.E. one of the greatest rap groups of all-time!"
"He was boring. Always talkin' about white people did this and did that, NOBODY WANNA HERE THAT! They wanna hear people yell FLA-VOR FLAAAAAAAV!" Carmela poorly imitated the clock-wearing hip hop legend. "Don't forget he brought us Flavor of Love!"
"Too bad they just playin' his ass for moolah. They need to give Chuck D his proper respect..." Cookie gritted through her teeth.
"You and Chuck D can eat a sack of baby dicks!" Carmela stuck her tongue out.
Just before another battle could be fought in Room 420, two figures appeared in the doorway.
"Hey we would have knocked on the door, but it's sittin' our here in the hallway." Neil said as he poked his head through the doorway and saw the two divas staring at each other with intent to hurt.
"Mela boo, chill…have no fear, Young Reezy is here!" Riley came inside the dorm room with a toolbox.
"Good thing you came, I was about to become louder than a bomb!" Cookie hugged Riley, in an attempt to make Carmela jealous.
"Nice try, bitch." Carmela yanked Cookie off of Riley and hugged her man tightly. "I've miss you…"
"Same here." Riley then released himself from Carmela's grip and looked at the hinges on the doorframe. "This looks simply enough, right Neil?"
Neil was too busy staring at Cookie, who was bending over to pick up some of the screws that came loose from the door. The Freeman cousin snapped out of his thoughts as he heard Riley clearing his throat rather loudly.
"I SAID…THIS LOOKS SIMPLE RIGHT, NEIL?" Riley said through gritted teeth.
"Oh yea man, fa sho!" he felt a blush creep across his face. Cookie then handed him the screws, gave him a quick smile and took a seat back on the couch.
"Alright, then we'll leave you two boys to do this manly man job." Carmela smiled and took a seat back on the couch next to Cookie.
30 minutes later…
"Ight looks like we're done!" Riley wiped some sweat from his brow. Neil placed an arm around his cousin's shoulder.
"Yea cuz, we kicked this door's ass!" Neil smirked. The two hi-five each other again and stuck their chests out in pride.
Riley and Neil's accomplishments earned them laughs from Carmela and Cookie. The two were cackling like hyenas, which caused two big question marks to appear on the Freeman cousins head in confusion.
"What? Is my fly open or somethin'? I mean Cookie you can come and zip it up…" Neil replied slyly. The only response he got was a phonebook hitting him in the face. Boy, did Cookie have a mean throwing arm, she could be a pitcher or QB with that arm strength.
"Nah we laughin' at ya'll cuz the damn door is upside down!" Carmela cackled uncontrollably.
"Shit!" Neil and Riley yelled in unison.
"Okay, time for plan B." Riley whipped out his cell phone and dialed a familiar number. He listened to 'Break My Heart' impatiently until the song stopped and the oh so familiar voice answered the line.
"Riley, where are you?" Huey's voice came through the phone in a fatherly tone. Huey quickly excused himself from the living room and walked into the kitchen. Caesar did the same thing and also went into the kitchen. Mike just slouched down in the couch and continued to listen to his aunt bombard him with her motor mouth.
"Nigga, you ain't mah daddy! But if it makes ya sleep better at night, I'm at da gurl's dorm. They had a little mishap and needed a handyman." Riley stared at Carmela and Cookie who had halos glowing on top of their heads.
"Which really means, you tried to fix something but instead you re-installed it upside down?"
"Somethin like dat…" Riley mumbled. "Can you help us? You know if da Dean sees da door like this, he gonna kick our gurls out."
Huey quickly covered up his phone and said "See I told you I always gotta bail Riley out of trouble."
Caesar just smiled and continued to eavesdrop on the conversation.
"Alright Riley, we're on the way." Huey then pressed END of his phone. He looked at Caesar, who had the biggest smile on his face.
"Thank goodness, Huey!" Caesar praised his best friend. "Now we can get the hell up outta here!"
The two boys walked back into the living room and motioned for Mike to follow them to the front door.
"Hey mama, we gotta go help the girls with something, so we'll be exiting stage left." Caesar said placing his hand on the doorknob.
"Yea auntie, it was really good seein' ya again…I'll make sure to tell my mom to call ya really soon!" Mike started shoving Caesar, giving him a signal to open the door.
"Thanks for the hospitality, Mrs. Caesar." Huey said, focused on the only exit as well.
"Oh come here and gimme a hug!" Caesar's mama ran up and scooped all three boys into a big hug.
About 20 minutes later at Room 420...
Riley, Carmela, Cookie and Neil were all sitting on the couch, eyes glued to the TV. The trance the images on the screen had on them was broken as Huey, Caesar and Mike came through the open upside down door.
"Aye who's dat nigga?" Riley asked, holding Carmela protectively.
"That's Caesar cousin, ya know…the one he said that was coming from South Callacky?" Carmela squeezed her boyfriend's cheeks. "Your name is Michael, right?"
"Yea…" Mike took center stage. "But you can call TRIGGER MIKE, Operation: DOOMSDAY, T. MIKE, um…Supaman Luva-"
"Please just call him Mike." Huey interfered, he then looked at the door and felt a sweat drop appear on his forehead.
"Watch out Huey, I'm not done introducing myself." Mike pushed Huey to side. "As I was sayin…you can call me whatever you want."
"Oh you're so charming!" Carmela giggled. "Well lemme introduce you to everyone. Me llamo Carmela, that stank ho ova there is Cookie."
Mike took a look at Cookie and found his jaw hanging, that was a cookie he definitely wanted to take a nibble of. Cookie saw him staring and gave him a flirty wink and waved shyly. Mike returned the motion and awaited for Carmela to continue the introduction.
"This is my boyfriend, Riley." she kissed Riley on the cheek. Mike looked at Riley at chuckled to himself. 'Not another thug-wannabe.'
"Nice to meet ya, homie." Mike extended his hand out for a dap. Riley didn't return the dap but instead his just sucked his teeth.
"Quit actin' stupid, baby!" Carmela growled at her boyfriend. "Alright, last but not least we have Young Neil."
"Sup son?" Mike asked Neil while extended his fist for dap.
"Not too much, just feelin like a dumbass for puttin that door upside down." Neil scratched the back of his head as he returned the dap
"So…did you come to help fix our door?" Cookie butted in.
"I surely did little missy, where the tools at?" Mike imitated a deputy from the Wild West.
"Right there." Cookie pointed to the toolbox that was directly in front of him. "You sure you wont do what these lames did?"
"We have common sense, we got this Cookie monster!" Caesar laughed.
Less than ten minutes later the door was back in its frame perfectly. It looked brand new as it sparkled like diamonds in the sky. Mike took a bow as the girls clapped happily at their brand new looking door.
"Thanks Mike!" they cooed.
Huey cleared his throat. "Yea thank him, it's not like Caesar and I didn't give any assistance."
"Quit bein a hater, Huey!" everyone with the exception of Caesar and Mike yelled.
"Niggas." Huey muttered to himself.
TRIGGER MIKE speaks: So there ya have it Chapter 2, hope ya'll enjoyed it. Cuz me and Neil busted our asses to make this happen. So if you read this, please REVIEW. BOONDOCKS FANFICTION UP, UP AND AWAAAAAAAAY!
