This story contains slash pairings. If you are against or dislike gay parings, then don't read. Simple as that.


~ThreeThreeThree~

Caesar rang the door to the Freeman house a couple of times, and then stood there waiting on the stoop. He heard yelling coming from inside, mainly from Riley and Granddad having a scream-off, and he couldn't help but laugh. Riley and Granddad were always getting in arguments with each other, which always resulted in Granddad whacking Riley on his ass with the belt. As if right on cue, Riley hollered out as Granddad whacked him repeatedly on his ass with the belt.

"AYE GRANDDAD! YOU AIN'T GOTTA WHACK A NIGGA LIKE THAT MAN!"

"I…DON'T…CARE…BOY...YOU…DON'T…TALK…TO…YOUR…GRANDDAD…LIKE…THAT…BOY...NOW…GO…OPEN…THE…DOOR…AND…STOP…ACTING…LIKE…A…JACKASS!"

Granddad yelled out every word while pausing in between whoopings. Finally, Riley ran down the stairs, sniffling as he went to go open the door.

"Damn, Granddad! Always tryna beat down on a nigga," Riley sniffled under his breath.

He opened the door, and to his surprise, found Caesar standing on the stoop.

"Aye, nigga! Whatchu doin here?"

"I'm here to tutor you, remember?"

"Oh yeah! Well, come on in, nigga! Make yourself at home!"

Caesar came inside and closed the door behind him. He settled his stuff on the couch in the kitchen, while Riley ran upstairs to get his History work. Caesar went into the kitchen to grab a drink and a bite to eat, then settled down in the chair by the table. More mumbling came from up the stairs, and Granddad then descended down the stairs.

"Aye, Michael! You looking for Huey?"

"Naw, man. Unfortunately, I'm here to tutor Riley."

"Ooh, I heard about that. But it serves the damn boy right for partyin' and not studyin'!"

"True, true. But think about it, Mr. Freeman: If I tutor him, and he passes his test he has in the next two weeks, he'll go on the basketball tournament trip with the rest of team, and you'll go a whole weekend without Riley."

"Wait a minute…one weekend? No Riley?"

"Yuh-huh."

Granddad clapped Caesar on the back. "Happy studying, then!" he exclaimed, then he walked off with a bounce in his step, and whistled as he jogged back up the stairs. Riley passed him on the way down with his World History textbook, and slapped it on the table.

"Aiight, nigga, let's get this studyin' goin on," he said as he pulled out a chair and sat in it. Caesar settled down, and they got to studying. Caesar started from chapter 1, which was back in 10,000 B.C., and he started going over stuff with Riley, to which Riley remembered, strangely enough, correctly!

I guess he really wants to go on this basketball tournament, Caesar thought to himself as he explained how the first people worked to Riley. They went at it for about 15 minutes before someone came down the stairs. This time, it was Huey. As he came down the stairs, he looked up and saw Caesar standing over Riley, explaining something to him. Huey froze on the 3rd to bottom step, and his whole body tensed up. The fuck? What the hell is Caesar doing here? Was today the day when he would start coming over here for Riley? He thought to himself as he finally unfroze himself and went into the kitchen looking for something to drink.

"Hey, Hues," Caesar greeted.

Damn it. "Uh, hey, Caesar," Huey reluctantly greeted back.

"Aye, Huey! Getcho ass out dis kitchen so Caesar can get back to tutorin' me, man!"

"Now, how can I possibly be bothering you? I just walked in here 5 seconds ago!"

"Whateva, nigga! Don'tchu gots some studying to do?"

"Well, you see, last time I checked, my ass wasn't failing a class miserably!"

He grabbed his drink and walked into the living room, knowing that he had won this battle, yet the war has yet to be over between the two of them. He settled down on the couch, turned on the tv, and changed the channel to CNN. Caesar started laughing when he heard the CNN reporter go, "And in other news, 5 people were killed in a bombing in Iraq…"

"What's so funny, Caesar?" Huey asked as he turned to face him.

He looked up, and stared at Huey as he chuckled. "It's funny. The first channel you turn to is CNN."

"How is that funny?"

"I dunno, man, it just is. I mean, your personality is funny to me."

"My personality is funny to you?"

"Yeah, man, it is. You got that unique personality that no one else has, and it really defines you. Your personality could jump out at me in the middle of the street, and I can go 'Yep, that's definitely a Huey Freeman right there!'"

"Woah…really?"

"Yeah. And that's I like about you the most, man. You have a special personality, and no one will ever have it but you. It really is you."

He turned back, and continued tutoring Riley. Huey turned back, but instead of looking at the tv, he lowered his head and stared at the drink in his hand as a small smile creeped upon his face.

He had never blushed so hard in his life like he had right now.

~XXXX~

Amy and Hiro chilled around the living room at Hiro's house, and did their homework. Mr. Otomo came down into the room, and stood over the pair, hands on his hips.

"Komikku! What did I tell you about bringing this…this…this…thing…In my house?"

"She's not a thing, dad, she's my friend."

"Oh right, sure…sure…However, she is associated with that boy!"

"She can't help it if she's his younger cousin!"

"No, she can't. But you can help it with not associating with that trashy boy!"

"Dad, I'm going to keep associating with him, whether you like it or not!"

"Hmph! One of these days, boy, you will regret your choice in lifestyle!"

Without waiting for another comeback from his son, Mr. Otomo angrily left the room, his head up in smoke. Amy scooted closer and put a comforting hand on his arm.

"Is it always like this?"

"Every…single…fucking…time…"

"I'm so sorry…"

She buried her head into his shoulder, and he, in turn, rested his head upon hers. Mr. Otomo was a strict Chinese man, and he really high expectations of his son, Hiro, mainly because Hiro was the oldest child and the only boy (Hiro had a 6-year-old sister named Diane). Mr. Otomo wanted his kids to marry nice people and produce healthy offspring, preferably boys, to carry on the family name. But only Asians. He didn't want his children falling for any race but Asians. But what caused the pain that Hiro faces every day was this: Mr. Otomo was strictly and dangerously against the Gay, Lesbian, and Bisexual world. He absolutely hated any person who wasn't heterosexual. So, imagine what happened when Hiro came out and confessed that he was gay, or when Hiro told him that he was seeing Caesar.

"I really think your dad is being unfair though…"

"I can't really blame him. After all, he is Chinese. I'm used to it, though. It hurts, but hey, I'm alive, ain't I?"

"How was it when you first told him?"

"Honestly, all hell broke loose when I told him. He got so mad, that he literally kicked me out on the house, and made me live on the streets."

"No! He didn't! How old were you?"

"I was almost 13 at the time. I wandered on the street for about two days before Caesar walked along the street on day and found me. He and his family took me in, and made sure I was warm, had food and fresh clothes, and kept me safe off the streets. It was during that time that Caesar confessed to me that he was gay, too, and after a while, he confessed his feelings for me and we shared our first kiss."

"Awww! See, Caesar is a caring guy!"

"Haha, yeah, he is. After about a month, my dad finally let me come home. My mom was the one who convinced him that it was alright for me to be gay. She accepted my gayness with open arms and understanding."

"Your mom was a nice woman, Hirokun."

"Yeah, she was. It's times like these I wish she was here…I really miss her…"

Mrs. Otomo had passed away about 3 years ago after losing a 10-year battle with Breast Cancer. She had completely accepted the fact that her only son was gay, and she wasn't upset one bit. Now, Hiro feared losing his sister Diane to cancer or any other way; Cancer didn't run in the family, so it was a huge shocker when the doctors told Mrs. Otomo that she had fallen prey to it.

"I know you do, Hiro, I know you do," Amy whispered as she put her arms around him. Right now, Hiro needed someone to comfort him. A motherly figure. And Amy would be the one to give it to him.

~XXXX~

Cindy was surfing through the channels on the tv in Jazmine's room. Jazmine sat on her bed, and looked out her bedroom window; she had a perfect view of the Freeman house. She let out a sigh, and turned and faced Cindy.

"Hey, Cindy? What do you think Huey's doing right now?"

"Well, if I cared, and I really don't, I'd say he's doing something boring while my man, Reezey, is getting his ass tutored by Caesar."

"Oh…"

She let out another sigh. Cindy, this time hearing it, turned off the tv, and faced Jazmine.

"Aiight, Jazzy, spill it. The hell's wrong witchu?"

"It's nothing, Cindy. I just want Huey to like me…the way I like him."

"Guurrlll, get a hold on yourself! You a 17-year-old Junior in high school and you actin' like you 12! It's just Huey!"

"I know, I know. But Huey's the most wonderful person in the whole world!"

"Jazzy, we gonna find you a new man, aiight? Not only will you love this guy, but you can overcome your obsession with Huey as a bonus!"

"I dunno, Cindy," Jazmine replied back, and went to the window and leaned on the window sill. "All I want right now is Huey to like me back."

She sighed as she looked out the window to the Freeman house. Getting Huey to like her was a problem she wanted to overcome, ending with the two of them getting together.

~XXXX~

Huey had his own problems to worry about.

Caesar was still here, tutoring Riley, and Huey was still on the couch, this time watching a documentary over the Civil rights. Caesar and Riley were by the table, with Caesar explaining a point, and Riley listening tentiavely, jotting down notes as Caesar spoke.

"And that's it, Riles. Nothing to it! So, you think you'll pass that test with my help?"

"Sure, thang, nigga," Riley exclaimed as he punched Caesar's knuckles. "And thanks for coming here, nigga!"

"No prob, Riley," Caesar replied. He then packed up his books, and went over to sit next to Huey, much to his dismay.

"And how is Mr. Revolutionist doing?" Caesar asked jokingly, completely unaware of the blush that was forming on Huey's face.

"Ha ha," Huey replied sarcastically. "Way to poke fun at me."

"Aww, come off it, Hues! You know I'm only kidding!"

A strange emotion swelled up inside of Huey, but he couldn't decipher what it was, yet it was really bothering him. "Yeah, whatever."

"Fine then, Grumpy Pants. How 'bout you get off your serious ass and pass the Playstation controllers? I have yet to beat you in Mortal Kombat!"

"Fine then, dude. You asked for it."

Huey got off the couch, grabbed the Playstation controllers, and passed one to Caesar. He turned on the Playstation, put in Mortal Kombat, and sat back on the couch next to Caesar.

"You ready to get your ass whooped again, Michael?"

"Not this time, Freeman, not this time!"

They chose their characters in the game, and soon, the living room was filled with sounds of fighting.

~XXXX~

D'awww! Caesar made Huey blush! And Hiro has a hard life with being a Homosexual in a Chinese household!

Does Huey really like Caesar? Or is it just a phase he's going through?

Will Hiro's life ever get easier for him?

Will Cindy find Jazmine a new for her to like?

All this and more on the next update!

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