Hello everyone! Back with another chapter! :)
As I do with all my stories, I must take the time to give a thank you shout-out to my reviewers:
Mr. Alaska: yaaayy, I'm glad you liked it! and yes, of course! no Boondocks story is complete without the entire gang! :) hahaha, Riley know he spoils that girl! he can't hide what's inside! :D and um yeah, Riley should just stop tryin'. he know he ain't ever gonna beat Cindy in a game. lol. and tee hee, it's soooo obvious that they dig each other. you'll see more as to why this chapter ;) thanks for the review! xoxoxo
Paige1292: I loooove FWB! I was so surprised of how good it was! :D and aww, thank you, I'll try! and you already know, Riley & Cindy are stupid and blind as hell! lolz! thanks for the review! :D
Sodakandy: aww, thank you, I'm glad you liked first chapter! :) and lol, that's interesting cuz I'm tryna wait til marriage too. this story has nothin' to do how I feel personally, its just a random story! XD thanks for the review! :)
LovinHueyFreeman: I'm tellin' you man, we like sisters! separated at birth or some shit! who yo peoples? XD hahah, I loved the tennis part too! Huey will forever be a hater, he can't even help it. lolz. and you already know Jazmine hopped out the car a lil too quick. hmmmm ;) lolz, if you think that outfit was a change, wait for the one in this chapter. ;) Cindy's a thief. jackin' Reezy's game AND his dance? no disrespect. and yup yup, another club scene is on the way for next chapter! I don't know if I'mma be able to top the one from BWUR though ;) no glocks! me sorry! I already know you wanna kill me for not updating the other one, but take it easy! i's workin' on it! XD and really girl, you gonna start suing me AGAIN! arrrgghhh there's no escape! lolz! thanks for the review, girl! :)
Jazavelli: aww, I'm glad you liked first chapter! :D and haha, Riley will forever try to "fight" the feeling. cuz feelings are obviously not gangsta ;) hahahah oh Jazmine is slick. wait to see how slick she gets in this one ;) thanks for the review! :D
Iloveyou1234567890123: lolz, I'm glad you liked it! and hahaha, you know Riley was eyein' dat ass up! ;) also glad you liked the interaction between them all! I love scenes like that too! :D lolz, Jazmine's just delusional if she thinks that there'd EVER be peace with the Freeman brothers. smh! thanks for the review!
EquinoxKnight01: aww, thank you! I'm glad you liked the chapter! and yes, continue to read Boondocks fics! they're the best! :D thanks for the review!
bunnybabe247: yay, glad you liked the chapter! and lolz, Riley's such a fronter. Cindy's always gotta bring him down to size! ;) thanks for the review!
Che Black Diamond: hahahaha, you already know that they love each other. so obvious :) thanks for the review! :D
Sorry it took so long! BWUR is really my main priority, but I'm back workin' on this again! Now, onward to chapter 2! It's time to get ready and pre-game!
Let's drink before we drink.
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Aaron McGruder's The Boondocks or any of his characters.
"Gangstalicious got shot!"
"Again?"
"We gotta DO somethin'!"
"I got an idea! Let's go to COLLEGE so we don't end up like Gangstalicious!"
Riley Freeman, Robert Jebediah (AKA Granddad) Freeman, & Huey Freeman; The Story Of Gangstalicious
Riley's POV
Damn. This is WHY I'm hot.
Riley smirked as he looked into his mirror. It was finally around 10:30 PM on Saturday night, AKA clubbing night. Before he was ready to leave, Riley checked his outfit one last time, still very satisfied with his choice of decking it out in all black. He wore his black leather vest unzipped all the way to show the plain black long-sleeve shirt underneath, black baggy jeans, Air Jordans, and fitted cap over his cornrows. The only color that contrasted from the black in his outfit was white: the white highlights in his shoes, the white silver of his watch, his stud earrings, his Young Reezy chain paired with his Lethal Interjection one, and finally, the white from the words on his own custom-made snapback that read Esco.
He was lookin' good and feelin' good.
Riley sprayed himself with his Unforgivable cologne by Sean John before he left his bedroom. He pulled out his cell and made a quick text to his brother as he headed for the door.
To HATER: I'm omw, nigga. U and Mariah betta be ready.
He grabbed his keys from the hook on the wall before exiting, pulling his door shut behind him. Huey had called about an hour earlier to let him know that there had been a change of plans. Riley was now required to drive his car since Granddad had Dorothy for the night, probably staying at some woman's house for a date, to which the brothers both found disgusting. Nevertheless, they decided that Riley would pick him and Jazmine up and Huey would drive back. That nigga would have to know the rules of Riley's car first though.
Riley grinned when he reached the outside of his apartment building, spotting his car in the small lot. When he first purchased it, it had been a modest white 2002 Toyota Celica. But ever since he'd gotten the job at his car shop, he had spent endless hours working on the car to pimp it out. His Celica now had a bright blue paint job, a black leather interior, and more recently, matching blue spinning rims, a gift from Cindy for his past birthday.
He loved his car. It was the perfect substitute for the Lambo he'd get one day.
Riley got in, immediately blasting the music as his turned his key in the ignition and pulled off.
Even if you don't like me
I bet you fall in love with my ride, my ride, my ride
Got girls wanna be wifey
Cuz they fell in love with my ride, my ride, my ride
The ride to his grandfather's house was short, being as though Riley had found a place only a few blocks away, just in case Granddad ever needed him. Riley beeped his horn as he pulled up to the curb, even though he was sure they could probably feel the bass of his car and know he was waiting. Sure enough, he looked to the door to see Huey and Jazmine coming out of the house. Huey had on a casual gray button-down, dark jeans, and white kicks. Jazmine was looking good to Riley, wearing a black cropped jacket over a tiny red tube-top dress, her black heels making her appear even more slender than she already was.
"Shhhh! Turn down the music and drive! My dad thinks I'm sleeping over at Cindy's!" Jazmine cried as Huey hit the button to push up the seat and get in the back. Jazmine pulled it back down after he had and quickly slid in, closing the door after her.
Riley gave her a look as he put his car in drive and peeled off. "Girl, first of all, don't tell me what to do when you's ridin' in my car. Second, how old are you again? 21 and still lyin' to Daddy? Not a good look. And third," He turned his head to smirk at her. "Way to greet a nigga and come give him a hug 'fore you got in the car, girl."
Jazmine gave him a level look back. "Maybe I would've if I didn't remember what happened last time."
Riley snickered, glancing to give her a once-over. "Accident. My hand slipped."
"Yeah. Just like my hand slipped." Huey commented from the backseat, referring to how he gave Riley a black eye when he'd "accidentally" grabbed Jazmine's ass.
"Shut the hell up, nigga!" Riley snapped, glaring into the rearview mirror. Jazmine giggled as she pulled down her visor to look in the mirror, finger-combing her spiral curls that went down past her shoulders.
"And look, you's gotta know the rules of this car if you drivin' us back, nigga. I'm probably gonna be too out of it to remind you then… that or passed out." He continued, looking back to Huey again.
"Oh goodie."
"Quiet! Jazmine, take mental notes." Riley commanded, briefly glancing at her. She nodded with an eyeroll. "First: don't… touch… my radio. For any reason! Don't mess with the bass, don't mess with the volume, the station, the CD player, nothin'!" Riley glowered at Huey in the mirror, only prompting an eyebrow raise in response.
"Second: don't track shit into my car. Both y'all betta look at yo damn shoes before you step foot in here. Which reminds me, no eatin' in my car. No drinkin' in my car. Don't put any type of trash in my car. I don't care what it is, throw it out the damn window 'fore you drop it in here."
"Anything else?" Jazmine asked, closing the visor.
"Don't slam my doors."
"Okay, any more-"
"Do not look through that glove box."
"Note taken. Anything else?" Huey finally asked, sounding irritated.
"Nigga, you betta calm that tone down. I only got a few more."
30 Minutes Later
"And another thing! I don't want you messin' with my seats either!" Riley was still going on. They had made it to Cindy's apartment in the city by that time, parked in the garage lot, and were now passing through the lobby to take the elevator. "I have the driver's seat exactly where I want it so don't touch it, Huey! Don't move it left, don't move it right, don't move it forward, don't move it back-aye!" Riley grunted as Huey slammed him against the wall of the elevator right when it opened. There was no one in it but the three of them. Jazmine just grinned as she pressed the button to close the door.
"Riley... if I hear another word about your car, I'm going to run you over with it. Try me." Huey continued to hold him by his collar, giving him a deadly scowl. Riley never doubted his brother's threats because he wasn't one to bluff. But still, he couldn't go out lookin' like a bitch.
"Man, whateva!" Riley made a weak attempt to try and shove his brother off him, but Huey dropped him before the push.
"Watch it." Huey gave him a warning glare before he turned to Jazmine, gesturing for her to hit the button to Cindy's floor.
Riley flipped his brother off with both fingers at his turned back. Normally he'd try to get the momentary upper hand by attacking him, but he wasn't in the mood to fight it out before the club. Huey liked to pull and rip at his clothes when they fought, and Riley wasn't havin' that tonight. He was lookin' fresh as a muthafucka. Shinin', nigga.
Riley glanced at his phone while they took the seemingly long elevator ride up to Cindy's penthouse. Yes, penthouse. When Cindy decided to get her own place at age 18, she said she was gonna do it big… and boy, did she ever. Here she was living at the nicest luxury apartments the city had to offer, owning the entire top floor of the building (complete with pool, Jacuzzi, and balcony), and managing it all on her own. Yeah, she was born into a naturally wealthy family and would probably always have the money flowing, but since she'd moved she had also started supporting herself. She wasn't just sitting on her ass all day and enjoying the leisure of being rich. She already had a good job, had recently picked up another one to do during the summer, and the girl was also going to college for her final year next fall. Riley gave her props, but damn. She was goin' mad hard. He didn't want that white girl to burn herself out.
"You betta not put yo hands on me again, nigga." Riley muttered, popping his collar and storming out of the elevator first as the door opened. "I'll slap that taste right out ya mouth."
"Oh please make a move." He heard Huey say clearly behind him.
"Wait til tomorrow, nigga!"
"Because I definitely won't be able to take you when you're hung the fuck over."
"Bitch-"
"Alright, both of you shut up." Jazmine pushed between the two as they approached Cindy's door. "Can you just pick this up tomorrow? Please." She gave both brothers a look.
Riley sucked his teeth, glancing down at her. "Bitches always wanna think they bad and in charge once they put on a pair of heels. OW!" Riley groaned when she smacked him on the back of his head.
"Just knock." Jazmine glared at him.
"Oooooh, both y'all just wait til tomorrow!" Riley glared right back down at her before turning to the door. Riley pounded on it with his fist a few times and waited.
"Come in y'all, the door's open!" He could barely make out Cindy's faint voice say.
This girl. Riley thought with an eyeroll as he easily turned the doorknob and entered, Huey and Jazmine following behind him. He scanned over the spacious and extravagant living room leading to the open kitchen, but didn't see Cindy. All he heard was music coming from one of the back bedrooms.
He was gonna have to have another talk with her.
"White girl! What'd I tell you about yo damn door?" Riley spoke loudly so she could hear him. "I'mma whoop dat ass, you keep doin' that!" He was always on her about keeping her door unlocked and just letting people come in without knowing who it was. She was a rich white chick. By herself. In a massive penthouse. And she didn't lock the door when she was home alone? Riley wanted smack some sense into her sometimes.
"I'mma big girl, nigga!" He heard her voice shout back.
"Yeah, a big girl who's dumb as hell! If you lettin' niggas just walk up in your house, at least be in the same damn room where you can see 'em! I coulda been anybody and you just chillin' in the back, ready to get robbed or killed! Stop it!" Riley shook his head as he waltzed into her kitchen and started going through her fridge.
"You're so cute when you're all protective, Riley." Jazmine grinned from the living room, taking a seat on the couch next to Huey.
"Hoe, I ain't bein' protective, she just ain't got common sense." Riley responded, grabbing the last half of a wrapped chicken sandwich. "The girl's crazy. Thinkin' she's bad and shit." He said, walking to the couch as he took a bite. His back was turned when he heard the voice behind him.
"I know you ain't talkin' about me in my house, nigga."
Riley smirked, turning. "And what if I-DAAAAAAAAAMNN!"
Riley almost dropped "his" sandwich.
Cindy slightly started at Riley's loud-ass exclamation, but then just smirked with a hand on her hip. Cindy was standing in front of them in a white V-neck mini-dress. The dress itself stopped a little bit above mid-thigh and hugged her curvy body in all the right places. The color white of the dress actually went well with her skin tone and her pretty blonde hair. And that V-neck…. Riley may be her best friend, but he wasn't blind. And he couldn't lie. That cut made her full chest look nice. It was an immediate eye-magnet.
"Oh my gosh, Cindy! You look so good!" Jazmine squealed, jumping up and stepping closer to gush over her outfit. "This is the dress you were telling me about?"
"Yup! Like the back?" Cindy turned around to reveal the open back that stopped very low, making her ass seem even perkier. The back had a few skinny straps criss-crossed over each other, giving it an intricate… sexy look.
Damn.
"That's so cute! I love it! And I love those shoes! New Jimmy Choos?"
"Mm-hm! You're getting a pair for your birthday." Cindy smiled, pivoting her foot to display the silver high heel. They made her legs look even longer and more toned than they already were. Damn. "And thank you, you look amazing too. So do you, Mr. Huey." She smirked, glancing over to the eldest Freeman. He rolled his eyes with a smirk and nodded.
"Tell Cindy she looks great, Huey!" Jazmine urged him.
"'She looks great, Huey.'" He repeated like a smart-ass.
"Huey!"
"Hah, I know he means it from the bottom of his heart." Cindy snickered, brushing a lock of her long hair behind her ear. She was wearing it in a half-up, half-down style that was wavy over her shoulders, probably so it wouldn't cover the back of her dress. It looked great. Cindy finally turned and made eye contact with Riley, who still stood in the same position he'd been in, staring back at Cindy with the sandwich mid-way to his mouth.
"Really, nigga?" She gestured to the sandwich. "Uh-uh. Put this back in my fridge and help me get the drinks ready. Jazz, you can turn on the TV for some background noise while I get tiiipssyyy!" Cindy told her before gesturing for Riley to follow her back to the kitchen. He instantly did, not being able to help it when his eyes fell straight to her ass.
Shit, white girl.
"You look fly, Reez. I'm likin' the black on black. Dat's hot." She complimented with a grin, leaning down into her bottom cabinet to get her liquor.
"Thanks." Riley had to quickly avert his eyes away from her behind as he placed the sandwich back in the refrigerator. "And you… you look real good, girl." He told her, his eyes finding their way back over to her. What the hell? Why couldn't he control his eyes… or his thoughts for that matter? This was Cindy he was lookin' at!
"You really think so?" Cindy asked, rising from the cabinet and setting the bottle on the counter. Then she turned around to reach for glass tumblers from the high shelf. Even in heels, she still wasn't tall enough. Riley stepped behind her to get them for her.
"Was the 'damn' not enough?" He commented quietly. Cindy jumped slightly at him suddenly right behind her. After Riley grabbed four glasses, he took a half-step back so Cindy could turn around, but he was still close to her.
"Girl, you look fine." He told her honestly. "You's a dime tonight, babe."
Yo, what? Riley thought immediately after he had said that to her. Now, every once in a while Riley would call Cindy babe or baby in conversation. "Sup, babe?" "Baby, please?" Most of the times he called her a little pet name, he was either just trying to be cute or wanted a favor from her. Rare times he called her something when he was being genuine about what he was saying. This was one of those times. Why did it feel so different to him now though?
"Aww," Cindy smiled up at him, looking modest. "Thank you, Reezy."
"For sure." He shrugged with a grin, setting the glasses on the counter. He glanced to look at her as she opened the bottle to pour the alcohol. He noticed something interesting. "Girl, did I just make you blush?"
"No!" Cindy said immediately, only causing her cheeks to seem even pinker.
"Riiiight. Dat's cute." Riley snickered, immediately lifting a glass to his lips after she had just poured a cup.
"Boy, can you wait for everyone?" She snapped, pulling down the arm that Riley held the cup in. "And shuddup, I'm white. It happens to us."
"So easy to flatter." Riley rolled his eyes playfully.
"Nigga, hush. Take this in for me?" Cindy told him after she finished pouring. Riley nodded, lifting the tray and following behind her as she carried the bottle back into the living room.
"Ayyyee, we got dat Ciroc. Let's get fucked up, niggas." Riley announced, bobbing his head to the Work Hard, Play Hard music video playing on VH1.
"You're the only who feels that you need to get fucked up. The rest of us are legal."
"Shut up, hater! Damn!" Riley snapped, setting the tray of drinks on the coffee table before plopping down on the couch.
"Lighten up, Huey. Have a drink." Cindy told him, sitting down next to Riley and placing the bottle on the tray.
"I'm good. I don't drink when I drive."
"Nigga, the buzz is gonna be gone by the time you leave the club." Riley told him, wasting no time in taking another large gulp from his own glass.
"Knock yourself out. I'm fine, really."
"Thank you, then." Riley pulled Huey's would-be glass closer to his, earning a laugh from Cindy and Jazmine.
"Oh hell no, that's mine after I'm done with this one." Cindy told him, sipping her drink.
"Girl, you gonna be able to buy your own drank. Let me get these in. Greedy-ass hoe."
"Keep talkin', nigga." Cindy gave him a look with a very pointed smirk.
In other words: Keep talkin' and I won't buy YOU a "drank."
Riley snickered and nudged her lightly. "Whateva, smart-ass."
Approximately 50 minutes later, no drinks for Huey, one drink for Jazmine, and about 3-4 for both Cindy and Riley, they all were having a good time and were ready to head out. They had talked, Jazmine had taken pictures, and they had blasted music to get them pumped for the club.
"Aiight, let's peace out this biiitch." Riley said loudly, standing with the bottle of Ciroc that was more than half-empty. Riley didn't think he was drunk. He just felt loose. Chill. It was a good combo for him. He knew he could handle his liquor….
"You carry the tray, I got this." Riley pushed Cindy's arm away when she tried to take the bottle out of his hand.
"Don't drink anymore of that." She told him, lifting the tray and walking to the kitchen.
"Yeah-yeah-yeah." He nodded, waving his hand dismissively.
"Riley, give me your keys now while I remember. I'm not fighting you for them when it's time to leave." Huey held out his hand.
"When's the last time dat happened-"
"Two weeks ago. I'm not doing it tonight. Hand them over."
Riley mumbled incoherent complaints under his breath as he dug into his pocket. "Here, nigga. Remember my rules!"
"Oh, always." Huey rolled his eyes hard as he turned away from him. "Me and Jazmine are gonna wait for you two downstairs in the lobby. Hurry up."
Riley scoffed as Huey followed his girlfriend out the door. Because they left, Riley unscrewed the bottle lid again, lifting it to his lips to take a quick swig.
"Reezy!"
He jumped and pulled it away, swallowing the contents in his mouth before he turned to the kitchen. Cindy was standing near the entrance, hands on her hips as she glared at him. "What the hell did I just say?"
"Damn. Caught." Riley grinned, walking near her to put it away. She snatched it from him when he reached her.
"Seriously! You don't listen, boy! You think I want your mouth all over this? Hell no!"
Riley just smirked at her attitude and leaned against the nearby wall. "You look sexy tonight, C." Was all he said in response.
"Nigga, don't even try it with that sweet-talk. You think you're cute, but you're not." Cindy turned away from him to place the bottle in the cabinet, but Riley could see that she was trying not to grin.
"Who's tryna be cute? I'm just sayin'. You lookin' good, girl." He admired the curves of her body as she wasn't paying attention. He tuned out her reply as he had a mini-flashback to a couple years back, the first time he had ever seen Cindy dressed up.
Riley had been a sophomore while Cindy had been a senior like Huey and Jazmine. In the 12th grade, students were expected to take the required speech class. As a last big part of the grade, near the end of the course, students had to do a mock-interview with the teacher. It was taken very seriously, down to how students had to schedule their interview times, come prepared with good responses to common questions, and of course, how they dressed for the part. Riley had been at the table for lunch with Huey on the day of Cindy's apparent interview, even though he hadn't known it. He hadn't run into Cindy that day yet to his surprise. He got another surprise when he looked up to the main cafeteria doors to see Cindy striding into the room with Jazmine beside her.
He had barely noticed Jazmine, she was in normal clothes: jeans and a plain tee. But Cindy? It was like she'd done a 180 overnight. She had dressed in sleeveless magenta-colored blouse with a ruffle down the middle; that had been tucked into a snug black pencil skirt that stopped a few inches above the knee. A pair of black peep-toe pumps completed her outfit. Riley still remembered being in a state of shock when Cindy approached the table, dressed like that, hair in a sleek ponytail, fresh makeup on her face, and having all eyes on her, including his.
That was probably the first time he really realized that he had a sexy best friend. He knew that she was pretty, but damn. He could barely keep his eyes off her for the rest of the day, stealing secret glances here and there. Every aspect of her body had looked nice to him. Riley had to get a peek. He was a 15-year old boy at that time, his hormones raging practically every minute. And that's all he chalked it up to. That had been, more or less, the only real time Riley had been point-blank checking her out. And he blamed it all on hormones. He couldn't think of Cindy that way. They were homies. Nothing more, nothing less. And after that day, Cindy had gone back to normal clothes again, so it wasn't a big deal. Yeah, as they got older she changed it up and started getting more feminine, including with what she wore to parties and clubs, and Riley noticed. But he hadn't stayed focused on her like he'd done back when she'd made that first change.
Soooo, why was he feeling and acting like he was now and why did it remind him so much of how he'd been that one day? The fuck?
"Heelloooo? Are you listenin' to me?"
"Hm, sup?" Riley quickly snapped out of it and focused his eyes on Cindy's.
"I said, if you don't stop actin' like a damn nigga, I ain't gonna buy you shit. You already seem half drunk." She smirked.
"Oh uh-uh! You promised, first of all. And second, you already know that you ain't even seen drunk yet. I'm practically sober compared to what I'm about to be." He grinned.
"Yeah, okay." Cindy rolled her eyes. "Just try to keep it to a minimum… as much as you possibly can. I don't want Huey gettin' suspicious and givin' me the look all night."
"I'll protect you." Riley told her mock-seriously, a grin on his face.
"Ain't you sweet." Cindy chuckled, nudging him as she led the way out of the kitchen. "Now… leggo."
Jazmine's POV
"They're gonna get it in tonight." Jazmine said casually, glancing at her phone.
"What?" Huey whipped his head around towards her. They were currently sitting on a lobby bench, waiting for Riley and Cindy to come down.
"Riley and Cindy. Just sayin'… they're probably gonna do it tonight." She repeated, just as casual as she said the first time.
"Jazmine…." Huey shook his head at her, looking like he was trying not to chuckle. "I know that it's obvious that they like each other, but that was a really random statement. How are they going to get it in tonight? We're going to the club and then I'm driving us all home."
"There's bathrooms… duh?" Jazmine replied, as if it were obvious.
"… I can't believe it only takes one drink to get you drunk." Huey smirked, planting a quick kiss on her lips. Jazmine just grinned and gave him a peck back, internally rolling her eyes.
She may have been tipsy already (one drink was usually enough for her for one night), but Jazmine was not blind. She was still very much so in her right mind. And she knew that she saw what she saw. She'd watched Riley interact with his "best friend" for the past hour. There had definitely been more than friendly behavior. For one thing, Riley had been checkin' Cindy out hardcore. He couldn't take his eyes off her dress, her legs, her ass, or her chest. The second thing was that the amount of space between them was close to none, the way they were always in each other's personal space. It's like the term didn't exist for the two; they were always right next to each other, leaning on each other, damn near cuddling with each other, and don't even get her started on the way they flirted. The way they did it was different to say the least. Riley and Cindy did more of a banter-teasing flirt, and it was almost like it was an unconscious thing. They probably didn't even realize they were flirting… fools.
"Whatever you say, Freeman. But something is definitely goin' on. And somethin' is gonna go on tonight." Jazmine nodded, very sure of herself.
"Whatever you say, Dubois." Huey smirked, shaking his head again at his girlfriend, giving her a look like he thought she was delusional.
We'll see who's delusional.
Oh Jazmine, you silly girl. Such a wild imagination. You're just being ridiculous now….
… Or are you…? ;)
Hope you enjoyed the chapter! Hmmm, what's with all these thoughts Reezy? That alcohol got you trippin' already? Boy please, you were already thinkin' questionable thoughts before you even took the first sip! ;)
Quick disclaimers: I do not own copyrights to Air Jordans, Unforgivable Sean John cologne, 2002 Toyota Celica, Lamborghinis, the song My Ride by Jeremih, Jimmy Choos, Ciroc Vodka, or the song Work Hard, Play Hard by Wiz Khalifa. And random, but the part about the mock-interview is from experience! Had to do that in my speech class senior year. Pain in the ass, but I got it done AND aced it. lolz ;)
More soon! Next chapter's the cluuubb. This should be interesting ;)
~Schweetie