Ayooo! New chapter comin' atcha! :D
Thaaaaankk yoouu's:
taydo-the-potato: lmao, you can't deal with them? well my dear, you probably aren't gonna be able to deal with them for the majority of the story ;) haha, thanks so much for the review, girl! can't wait for another update on your story! :D
Che Black Diamond: lmaaaaooo! girl, I rolled at your review! that's too funny! XD but haha, I'm glad you liked the scene! tryna keep it spicy, y'know? glad it paid off and I'm glad you liked it! thanks for the review and enjoy the chapter! :)
Jazavelli: hahahahaha, oh yes, I am trying to make Riley slightly sexier than my BWUR story. it's actually kinda fun to write him as a different version from that story :3 in this one he's younger and wilder, not tied down bein' a uncle, and has no responsibilities, so he's able to really do anything without any regrets or consequences (well, except for last night ;)). I like havin' the opportunity to really let him go all out in this one ;) lmaaoo, oh you already know Cindy's a hustlaaa! and definitely; like a good homie, Reezy is there when called! ;) hahahah, I'm glad you found her cute at that part! lmao, that white girl is not being smart at all. Riley's gonna beat dat ass… up! ;) ;) "Oh, someone turned 21 with a bang *wink wink*" LMAAAAOOOO! girl, I literally lol'ed! XD thanks for the review! I'm real glad you liked the chapter and hope you like this one! and uhhh, can a homie get an update on yours please? :D
LovinHueyFreeman: … well DAMN. it's like dat then? smh. no love :P anywaayys, I'm glad you liked the chapter, traitor! ;) lmaaaooo, I'm with you! if I was Jax, I woulda stopped the questions as soon as she tossed that hundo down and snatched it right up! lol! hahaha! Riley gets a lil sexual when he gets a lil bit of that drank in him. can't keep his eyes or them hands off her body, mm-hmm! we see him! much different than BWUR Reezy. this one's a little wilder and a bit more aggressive. he be goin' after what he wants without holdin' back ;) whoooo, drunken birthday sex! the hangovers and the regrets are definitely not too far away! damn, now you robbin' me! well you know what, you just gave me clearance to sue YO ass! dat's right nigga, you bout to gimme them socks back! PLUS interest! (people that don't read our comments to each other back and forth probably think we're CRAZY. lmao!)! thanks for the review, girl! can't WAIT til you update your story THIS WEEK! :D
bunnybabe247: hahah, I love Ed's quote too! and you already know, they gon' have a talk. haha, I definitely see them as being the flirty type of drunks too ('specially Reezy ;))! the cop scene got a lil scandalous, huh? glad you liked and glad you also enjoyed the songs! thanks for the review! :D
thehip-hopprincess: awwwww! wow, your review really warmed my heart, my dear! I'm really glad that you've been reading my stories and enjoy them! that made my day! :) thank you so much for your review and I hope you enjoy the chapter (as well as the conclusion to BWUR)! :D
DeLorean Hedgehog: oh, the old school songs are always the best :) hahaha, curse you, Fanfic! but it's all good. I'll work around the barriers ;) and yeaaahh, things got a lil intense last night, those horny niggas :) lmao! hope you enjoy the chapter! thanks for the review! :D
anon: lmao! seeing you list everything you liked always makes me smile! thanks so much for the review! glad you liked it! :D
Paige1292: hahahah, you and Jaz WERE right, you smart cookies! :) and hmm, how's this next morning gonna go? regardless… you know they're gettin' it in again ;) hahah, they were definitely feelin' up on each other a lil too much. Riley said "Who?" when she asked if they were gone. he done forgot while gettin' a lil too happy! ;) tsk, Tish is a sideline hoe. let's not even deal with her ratchet ass right now :P haha, oh when Huey and Jaz find out… and they WILL find out… it'll get a lil awkkwwaaarrddd! ;) thanks so much for the review, girl! and HEY, this randomly popped up in my head yesterday, but I can't wait til you update Really Tho? I went back and read the last chapter the other day and was laughing again at the part with Riley and Huey in the cab all tripped up! lmaaoo! update soooon! :D
Mr. Alaska: you baaaaaaccckkk! :D (3): hahaha, I'm glad you enjoyed the clubbing scene! I thoroughly enjoyed your Nigga Logic. LMAAAAAOOOO! ohmygosh boy, I'm sorryyyy! I completely forgot! maybe if SOME nigga hadn't run off for like YEARS, I woulda remembered! … I still loves ya though :) (4): haha, Cindy is trippy as hell when she's drunk while Reezy is BOLD as hell. mmmm-hmm! can't keep his hands off her! flirtin', rubbin', caressin'… damn what's next? …oh yeah… fuckkiinnn'. hahaha, I'm glad you enjoyed that scene, ya nasty! tried to do it justice as much as Fanfic would allow bein' rated M and all. lmao! thanks for the reviews! I know you betta update your story soooon! :D
Sodakandy: (3): haha, glad you liked the chapter! look at those two. Riley attractin' stalkers while Cindy's eyeing the gay men. not a good look. haha, I don't like Tish either. blah! she a hoe. lmao, Huey does not like hugging Cindy. I don't think he likes being around her that much, but that's beside the point :D (4): hahaha no, I didn't know that about the H.R. Paperstacks thing! I read somewhere that Aaron McGruder does do that a lot though, incorporate things derived from other shows/movies into his work! :D lmaaaoo, your teacher DANCED to Slow Motion? I think I would lose it. lol! and of course, safe sex all the time! no exceptions! :) glad you like the story! thanks for the review! :)
ILoveYou1234567890123: damn girl, you just went and announced to the WORLD that I'mma freak! how could you! …naaaww, that ain't no secret ;) lol! jk. hahah, noooo I wasn't able to write the entire thing out as much as I wanted to. Fanfic nixed that idea when they started trippin' -_- but it's all good! to make up for it, I'm just tryna work around the censors ;) haha, oh we'll see how they react when they wake up. and giiirrlll, you know a night ain't right without a lil R. Kelly. that's my nigga right thur! ;) lmaaaooo! girl, I don't know about you. you are super random, but I loves it! you make me giggle :) glad you liked the chapter and hope you enjoy the update! thanks for the review! :D
Guest: hahaha, I'm glad you liked it and found it hot! that's what I was going for! ;) and we'll soon find out how they'll react! enjoy and thank you for the review! :D
janiyahconnor: aww, thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it! enjoy this chapter and thanks for the review! :D
Hello my dears! Back with a new chapter! :)
Well… they danced… they flirted… they kissed… annddd they sexed… and that's awesome… y'know… when you're drunk off your ASS.
But now it's morning (probably afternoon but you get the deal)… and they're sobering… what's about to happen when they see each other… lying next to each other… naked….
Oh crap.
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Aaron McGruder's The Boondocks or any of his characters.
"I'm prepared to blackmail you with this picture of you wearing Kanye West venetian sunglasses, nut-hugger jeans and Louis Vuitton driving shoes."
"That's Photoshopped."
"Tell that to Media Takeout."
~Ed Wuncler Sr. and Huey Freeman; The Red Ball
Riley's POV
"Ohh… ohhhh…oh God Reezy, right there! Right there!"
"I've gotchu, baby."
"Ahh… I'm… mmm, I'm so close!"
"Mm… me too, bay!"
"Aah… aahhh… Reezy!"
"Release, baby!"
"RILEY!"
"Cindy…." Riley unknowingly mumbled in his sleep. He then began to stir in the place he laid. He clutched the pillow tighter over his head in an attempt to stop the pounding of his aching headache. It hurt even more when he tried to remember his recent dream. That shit had been crazy. The dream itself had seemed so far away and cloudy. The only things he remembered were certain words… and moans. But he couldn't really make out any faces. Obviously he knew he was in the dream from the way the chick had been screaming his name, but he didn't see her face. Weird. And even weirder? It felt so real, as if half the stuff had really happened. Like it was a dream mixed with memories.
Riley's stomach lurched. He felt like shit. His head hurt like a bitch, his mouth felt like an ashtray, his body felt sore all over, and he was exhausted as hell. He just prayed he wasn't going to puke, but feared like that could come at any time.
He made another groan as just thinking about throwing up had him feel even more nauseous. Need a damn Aspirin. He thought as he slowly pulled the pillow off his head, beginning to open his eyes. When he did, he was followed by another, more prominent thought:
Where the hell am I?
Blue walls… large dresser… tall shelving… white nightstand…. Riley took in the fuzzy images that he saw from his line of vision. He definitely knew the room, but in his state, couldn't recall how it was familiar. More importantly, he couldn't remember how he got there.
"The fuck?" He said aloud, rubbing his head as he was ready to sit up.
"Ugghh..."
Riley froze immediately at the sound of someone's voice and a shuffling movement behind him. He slowly turned around from his side facing the wall to his other side, now facing the rest of the bed. His eyes widened at the sight of a small form next to him, sleeping away from him on her side. It was clearly a female from the evident curves of her body wrapped tightly underneath the sheet. The only other detail that Riley noticed was the….
Hair.
The incessantly long hair, sprawled in every which direction.
The style of the hair, appearing to be very silky, smooth, and naturally wavy.
And of course, the color of the hair: a mix between a soft golden blonde and a light honey shade.
Oh… shit.
Did they… did they seriously….
Riley's jaw was dropped as he stared speechless. Luckily (and/or unluckily) for him, he didn't get a chance to say or think whatever was in his head. Because she slowly began to turn over.
Her eyes were open and slowly blinking, as if she had just been laying awake for a short while already. As she rolled, the cover slipped down… revealing her naked breasts.
Shit.
And then she finally turned to her side… where she was facing Riley.
Her eyes began to widen when they locked onto his.
Her jaw fell open as well.
Then she slowly looked down, taking in Riley's bare chest… before looking down and taking in her own. Then her eyes snapped back to Riley's. He knew it was about to happen, but didn't have time to cover his ears before-
"AAAAAAAAAHHH!"
"OWWW! ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, CALM DOWN!" Riley shouted, closing his eyes and covering his hands over his ears. When peeked one eye open, Cindy had the sheet clutched to her chest tightly and one hand over her mouth, as if to prevent her from screaming.
"Oh my God…." She uttered, slightly muffled. "Oh my God… tell me we didn't." She said raspily after slowly lowering her hand from her mouth.
Riley blinked at her before glancing down at their bodies. He didn't have to look under the covers to know that he was naked… just like her.
"Real answer or fake one?" He finally replied, looking into her eyes again. She then smacked a palm on her forehead and ran it furiously through her hair.
"Oh my GOD! What the fuck happened last night? How the fuck did this happen?" She vented remorsefully.
"Alcohol." Riley muttered before sitting up more. He glanced on the floor and noticed that his boxers were lying several feet from the base of the bed. How the hell did they get all the way over there? I toss 'em or somethin'?
"Clearly, but that's beside the point. What happened though? What the fuck lead to us-aah! Riley!" Cindy shrieked, bringing her hand up as a visor when he rose from the bed.
"OW, dammit! Stop with the shoutin'!" Riley held his ear as he moved past the foot of the bed.
"What the hell, nigga? Why didn't you warn me or somethin'?" She hissed, still while shielding her eyes.
"Cin, let's not pretend. It ain't like we haven't already seen each other." He replied honestly over his shoulder, now sliding up his briefs. He heard her let out a frustrated sigh when he turned back to retrieve his pants. There was a short moment of silence before he heard her voice again.
"Please tell me you used a condom, Riley." She squeaked out.
Riley paused as his jeans were halfway up his legs. He quickly yanked them all the way up before digging into his pockets. He always kept four wrapped rubbers on him at all times, no more no less. Don't ask him why, it was his lucky number ("Cuz five minus one is four when I flick you off, muthafucka!" He had once said when asked in elementary school. The teacher had not been pleased).
As he felt around, he realized that his pockets were empty and his condoms were all gone. That shocked him. He always carried an excess of condoms with him as a back-up; he never knew if he was gonna see someone in the morning and then around late be with somebody else, so he kept extra just in case. But he never ever used more than one for a girl. He took the phrase one-night stand very literally. Besides that, he never felt the need to even go another round with a chick.
Did he really fuck Cindy four times last night?
"Y-yeah." Riley finally answered, his back still turned to her. "I did." He heard her let out a small sigh of relief before she groaned.
"Ohh, I feel like I'm gonna be sick." He turned back to see her holding her stomach as she hunched forward.
"Don't even joke." Riley's stomach churned again from thinking about it. "I'm… uggh, I'm… gonna use yo bathroom." He managed, trying to choke down the rising bile in the back of his throat. As he walked to the door, he gave the floor another sweep. The fuck is my shirt at? He thought when he didn't see it. He rolled his eyes when he approached the door and opened it. As he stepped out and began to pull it shut, he made eye contact with Cindy. Her wild hair was like a blonde mane the way it fell around her. The makeup that had been applied to her eyes was much darker now and smudged. Her cheeks were stained a bright shade of pink as she continued to look back at Riley, seeming to be at a loss for words as was he. Riley held their gaze for another moment before finally lowering his eyes and closing the door all the way shut.
This shit is crazy. He thought, rubbing his eye as he started to make his way down the hallway. How did all of this happen? What in the hell led him to sleep with Cindy, his best homie? Riley squinted at the bright light as he entered her bathroom. He then walked to the sink and stared at his reflection in the medicine cabinet mirror. Damn, he looked fucked up. His eyes were droopy and had bags underneath them, he had a 5 o'clock shadow sprouting on the bottom half of his face, and on top of that, his braids were looking nappy as hell. Obviously, this was the biggest sign of distress for him, being as though they had been perfect when he left the house last night. Now they were all kinky lookin' and shit…. He and Cindy must've gotten a little… rough.
Riley shook his head as he turned on the water, beginning to scoop up handfuls to splash and cleanse his face. But that didn't erase his resuming thoughts. Instead, it led him to think about it more. His brain started to throb again, but Riley pushed past it. Now that he knew what really happened and that it hadn't been a dream, fresh occurrences began to return to his mind in small fragments. Their grinding throughout the night… the way he had sneakily kissed her (what he didn't remember is what influenced him to even do that)… a last drink for the night back at her place… then all the sudden… he vaguely remembered himself making a move on her… holding her… kissing on her… literally grinding and humping all up on her… and then eventually, boom… they were fuckin' it out on her bed.
Riley made a slight groan in the back of his throat as he opened the mirror cabinet, reaching for the bottle of Listerine. The noise he made was coming from half regret and half… not? He couldn't justify his reasoning at all, other than the fact that, selfishly… he was starting to remember how good it had been. Shit, not that he had to remember. Him taking the liberty to use all four of his condoms spoke for itself. If he really went four rounds on Cindy then, whoooo… he already knew… that shit had been on point. His hand was shaky as he poured some mouthwash into the cup/cap. He was starting to remember her moans… and his moans, for that matter… her bangin' body… how good she felt, the way she rode him… and how good she felt in general… in other words, it had been, ahem… a nice squeeze….
Riley almost threw up his mouthful of mouthwash, along with whatever else was eating away at his stomach, after he had briefly tried to gargle. That shit burned his throat. Not smart. He spat it out and coughed a little before pouring himself another cup. He was going to need a few of these. But as he rinsed and repeated again and again, his returning memories continued to resurface, playing a constant loop in his head. All his thoughts were on Cindy and how he shamefully wished that he wasn't hard right now.
Cindy's POV
I just slept with my best friend.
This had been a recurring thought in Cindy's mind ever since her bedroom door had been pulled and she had been left to herself in silence; it was the perfect time to think about the infamy that she had just done.
I just slept with Young Reezy. Riley Escobar. Riley Freeman… my best friend.
Cindy now stood in her robe as she dug inside her dresser to find something to throw on. She let out a big sigh as she searched. What the hell was wrong with her? Why would she ever do what she did? She fought to remember the events of last night but was coming up short. Her head was killing her. She did way too many shots last night. And she had no one to blame but herself. She should have never drank that much. Hell, she should've never agreed to pay for Riley's drinks! She had single-handedly helped him get drunk off his ass. God, this really was all her fault.
Cindy hastily grabbed a fresh change of clothes before closing her drawer. As she turned, she made a small yelp as she stepped on something hard. She glanced onto the floor and leaned down, scooping up the small, shiny object. The broken object to be exact.
The studded fastener that once held her dress together.
And just like that, she got a memory.
Cindy heard Riley grunt into their kiss before she felt the back of her dress fall loose.
"Oops." He murmured against her lips as there was then the sound of a rattling on the floor. Cindy giggled at his aggressiveness. That was sexy.
"Pay me back later." She purred seductively.
"I gotchu now, girl." Riley smirked irresistibly as he lowered her down on her back before continuing.
Cindy massaged her temple with one hand as more events started to piece themselves together. Oh. My. God. She was blushing red at the returning memories. She now started to remember their night. That last drink… that kiss… and how things had spiraled out of control from there. Then she started to remember Riley in particular. Her face heated up more at the thought. His kisses… everywhere…. His touches… everywhere…. The way he had made her feel more pleasure than she had in a long while. Like damn though. The boy had a stroke. She now remembered how loud her screams and moans had been. No wonder her throat was sore now, along with other areas of her body… but… in a good way.
Cindy shook her head as she laid her clothes on the bed, leaned down to floor again to pick up her discarded dress (dammit, she had just bought it), and balled it up along with the clasp as she went to the small trash can beside her bed. She pulled it out from underneath her nightstand, ready to shove them in, but stopped herself as she looked inside, noticing something.
WHAT? She widened her eyes and looked one more time to make sure she wasn't trippin'. One… two… three... four…. Four balled up tissues, clearly wrapping up something. She didn't have to guess what was inside them.
Did we really have sex four times last night? Cindy thought in shock. Really?
She only blinked at the garbage one more time before tossing her useless dress and fastener inside. Then she silently moved to her bed, scooped up her clothes, and made her way out of the room to use her other bathroom.
This was all too much to think about.
15 Minutes Later
After a speedy freshening up by washing her face (the circles under her eyes refused to disappear), brushing her teeth (she almost threw up twice due to the taste), and trying to tame her mussed hair (she couldn't lie though… she had some good-ass sex hair), Cindy was good to go. She now was wearing a plain white cami with her Victoria's Secret PINK shorts. She stared at herself in the mirror as she let out a slow exhale. If Riley hadn't left yet, they were going to have to talk. It was bound to be awkward. She just willed herself to try and stay calm. She did not want their friendship to suffer over this.
With that in mind, she ran a hand through her hair once more before turning around, exiting the bathroom, and quietly making her way down the hallway. She slowed her steps when she spotted Riley on her couch. He hadn't noticed her being as though he was looking down at his cellphone. He was now back in his black long-sleeve shirt, his vest jacket lying on the arm of the couch beside him. His hat was cocked to the side on his head, slightly hiding those intense and beautiful brown eyes.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, WHAT? Cindy snapped in her head. Beautiful? Where did that come from? She was trippin'! Shaking the thought away, she lightly cleared her throat as she started to walk into the living room again. Riley immediately glanced up and made eye contact with her. Cindy almost felt the need to hold her breath at the look he gave her.
"You're still here." She wanted to kick herself for stating the obvious.
"Yeah… my ride ain't here, remember?" He replied quietly, sliding his phone into his pocket.
DUH, stupid. Cindy scolded herself.
"Oh yeah." She tried to fight the warming of her cheeks as she slowly made her way over to the couch and sat down.
Silence.
This was so weird to Cindy. It was like they were two strangers sitting on a public bench, one at one end and one at the other. She casted a subtle glance at him as she pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. She was almost startled to see him looking right back at her. She moved her hand down to gently rub the back of her neck. Out of her peripheral vision, she noticed that Riley was still looking… more like staring actually. She saw that his eyes were carefully observing her. They stared at her profile, slowly moving from her head, to the side of her torso, and down to her crossed legs. And either she was trippin' again… or she could've sworn that she just saw him chew on the corner of his bottom lip. The fuck? Since when was Riley a lip-biter? And… why did that look so sexy on that boy?
"So…." Riley broke the silence first after clearing his throat. "We gonna talk about this?"
Cindy finally turned her head back to look directly at him, then gave a nod. "Yeah… let's talk." She said softly. Riley nodded as well before his brow furrowed slightly.
"Aiight first of all, this is awkward as hell." He told her bluntly before scooting down until they were only about a foot away. Cindy had to chuckle to herself; at least he seemed to be acting normal. "There." He said before draping his right arm along back of the couch behind Cindy's head. She gave him a small grin before lowering her eyes.
"…Cin." She lifted her eyes when he spoke again. He was staring at her intently, looking as if he was trying to form the right words to say. "Look… I just wanna know for real…. Do you still see me as a just a friend?"
Wow, she hadn't expected that question coming from him.
Cindy took a deep breath before answering. "Yes…. Do you?" She asked carefully.
"Yeah, so do I." He looked relieved. "Like, this hasn't changed how I know that I feel about you."
"Right!" Cindy turned more to face him fully. "Last night was a bad idea."
"Terrible idea." He agreed, moving his free hand to casually rest in the tiny gap between them.
"Awful idea." She trailed her eyes from his now close hand all the way up his arm and back to his serene eyes again.
"Definitely a mistake." He gently grazed his fingers on her knee as he said this, not breaking eye contact with Cindy.
"We shouldn't ever let it happen again." Cindy's voice had gotten softer as she felt that she had moved herself a little closer to Riley now.
"Never." His voice was husky right before he licked his lips.
And then, in what seemed like moments after the last word had been spoken, they were kissing again. Cindy had crawled onto his lap, her legs straddled around him as she raked her fingers through his rows after tossing his hat off. Riley moaned as he slid his hands under her shirt and ran his hands up and down her back. He then caused her to moan when he brought one hand around to the front to rub her chest. Cindy quickly leaned forward to push him down on his back while they continued to make out. Riley trailed his hands down to her behind and started to rub and squeeze while she grinded on him. It was hot.
Now, Cindy didn't know when… but somewhere in between the time when she felt Riley slide his hand underneath the band of her shorts and she was trailing her own hand down to his belt buckle… something clicked in her head.
What… are… you DOING?
Cindy's hand froze and she stopped kissing him as she snapped her eyes open. It took another short moment for Riley's eyes to open, but when they did, they doubled in size. They immediately pulled their locked lips from each other's before Cindy scrambled to get off him.
"What the fuck!" She exclaimed instantly, her heart racing from the adrenaline rush. "What the fuck are we doing, Riley? Dammit, we just said it was a mistake!"
"Yeah I know! But this time all dat sure didn't seem like no mistake!" He countered, just as wired as she was. He was now sitting in the corner of the couch, breathing hard while Cindy rested on her knees right in front of him.
"You started it!" Cindy had no idea why she was pointing fingers… at all.
"You did! Givin' me dat look!" He shot back, getting slightly in her space as he pointed back at her. Then his eyes softened as he held her gaze. "…Dat same look you got on right now…." He murmured. Cindy knew it was ready to start again, but couldn't stop herself as she eagerly accepted the kiss when Riley leaned to connect his lips to hers. She sighed in a moan as he now pushed her onto her back and continued to kiss her while she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her rational thoughts were quickly fading as Riley grinded against her and kissed her the way he so wonderfully did. Ironically, he was the one to snap out of it this time, stopping mid-grind as he paused the kiss to slowly pull back. Cindy blushed deeply as she looked up into his eyes. What the HELL?
"This is fuckin' crazy." Riley muttered, practically reading her mind.
"I know!"
Riley groaned loudly in frustration as he rose off her and scooted back a bit. "Damn." He mumbled as he ran his hands over his face and over the top of his head. Cindy tried to catch her breath as she silently sat next to him.
"This is crazy." She eventually repeated quietly, more-so to herself than Riley.
"Yeah… but is it really?"
She turned her head to look at Riley as she heard him speak. He was looking at the ground, his elbows resting on his knees as his hands were clasped together. He finally turned his head to look at her.
"You remember our conversation last night?"
Cindy used her hand to make the wishy-washy gesture. "Not really. You?"
"Bits and pieces. The main part I remember is the talk we had right before… you know." He gave her a look before continuing. "We were mainly just talkin' about our relationships and how we both haven't been… satisfied in a while…." He watched her expression as Cindy started to nod. This was starting to sound familiar to her. Riley leaned up and turned his body more to face her.
"Look… you deserve someone who can do you right… literally." He gave a wry grin. "And I deserve someone who can hold my attention for longer than a minute…. We homies… best friends first… but we got a good thing, girl."
"Perfect match." Cindy added softly in agreement.
Riley paused slightly before speaking again. "I think we should keep this... option open… just in case we ever need each other… as friends…."
Cindy was silent for a moment. Was Riley… was he really suggesting what she thought he was?
"I mean it's all up to you." He added quickly. "I'm just sayin'… last night was good, girl."
"It was." Cindy admitted with a nod.
Riley tilted his head to the side a little as he shrugged his shoulders in question. "So…?"
Cindy bit her lip as she looked at him, thinking. Is this a good idea? At all? He's my best friend! Shit, I don't know.
She took a breath before speaking. "…We'll talk." She raised an eyebrow when Riley smirked at her in return.
"What, you gonna have your people get back to mine or somethin'?"
"Boy!" Cindy giggled, lightly swatting at him.
"I mean I didn't know we were schedulin' appointments for niggas nowadays." Cindy continued to laugh as she nudged him by leaning into him. He snickered and nudged his arm back into hers with a grin.
"How are you so relaxed and calm about this?" She wanted to know honestly.
Riley shrugged, still smiling. "That's just how I am. Why the hell would I freak out? Yeah, maybe it wasn't the best decision to do what we did last night, but I dunno…. We can make the best out of a bad situation and all dat shit."
Cindy chuckled again and shook her head at him. "You're so dumb, boy."
"I'm your boy." He gave her a playful wink before rising from the couch. Cindy grinned as he grabbed her hand and hauled her up. "C'mon and drive a nigga home, girl. I'm hungry as a beast and I just wanna hot shower."
"Who is you tellin'? But I just wanna soak awhile in an actual bath, feel me? Pour some bubbles, light some scented candles, play some music, and just chill."
"…Nigga, you gay."
"If you don't shuddup!"
"You such a chick though."
"Well, I do have tits and a vag, you know."
"I always figured, but I found out last night for SURE."
Riley cracked up and blocked himself when Cindy started hitting him. "You're so fuckin' stupid, boy!" She couldn't help but giggle along with his contagious laughter as she whacked him.
He was dumb… but that was her homie for life.
Riley's POV
"My baby." Riley grinned when he saw his car parked behind Dorothy.
"Oh, gimme a break." Cindy smirked as she pulled her Camaro up to the curb. "The hell outta my car and go get 'your baby.'"
Riley had his hand on the door and froze. "Shit." He hissed.
"What?"
"I already know Huey got my keys on him. I really don't wanna talk to dat nigga."
Cindy's eyes slightly widened. "You can not let him find out what happened."
"You think? He's the last person I'd be tellin'. Fuck naw." Riley shook his head. "He just asks way too many questions. He's suspicious as hell about everything."
"Just act hungover… well, more hungover. Don't talk much, grab the keys, and bounce!"
"Girl, you already know my brother be crazy. If I'm too hungover, he ain't gonna gimme the keys and say some shit like I ain't ready to drive yet."
"Dat's bullshit. I drove here fine, didn't I?" She gave Riley a look when he only raised his eyebrows in response and glanced in the other direction.
"Yeaaahh… suuurre…."
"Shut up, nigga. Just go get yo keys." Cindy pushed him to get out of the car. "Don't tell him nothin'."
"I won't. But aye, hang here til I get out, aiight?"
"Whateva, nigga. Just hurry up." Riley nodded before opening the door and hopping out. He closed it before making his way up the path to Granddad's house. The door was unlocked when he got there, so he quietly entered. He heard the sound of the TV coming from the living room, so he slowly walked in. The only person he found was Granddad sitting in his recliner, reading the newspaper.
"Boy! Who the hell told you to walk up in this house? You don't live here no mo' so I know you best start knockin'!" He glared as he glanced up from his paper. Riley gave him a deadpan expression back.
"Fo'real though? It's like that?"
"It's been like that! Between you just comin' and goin' as you please and yo nappy-headed brother just thinkin' this is a bed and breakfast, I'm gonna change the locks! You already got yo own place but are still here all the damn time! Huey is just moochin' off me for yet another summer when what he really needs to do is go room with little what's-her-name next door! Mmm-hm! Changin' the locks! That's exactly what I'mma do. Gonna call up somebody tomorrow morning. Oooh, I can't wait to see y'all faces when you just stand at the door not knowin' what to do! Gonna get me some popcorn and just wave at y'all from the window…." By this point, Riley had been completely tuning out his grandfather ever since the man held the newspaper back up to his face. He was quietly beginning to exit the room when he noticed something on top of the entertainment center.
Granddad's Bill-Cosby-lookin' sunglasses… hmm….
"Oooh, and I'll reengage my security alarm again. Yeah, just in case y'all try to be some slick niggas and sneak through the windows. Noooope! Not today, boy! Y'all ready to be locked the hell out!" The man was still rambling. He didn't notice that Riley had swiped the glasses and already left the room.
Riley now was making his way up the stairs. He quickly made his way down the hall and slid the glasses onto his face before nudging his old bedroom door open. He located Huey sitting at his old desk, typing away on his laptop.
"Thanks for knocking." He spoke, not turning.
Riley grunted in response. The less words the better. Huey turned and glanced over his shoulder. Then he raised his ever-present eyebrow.
"Why are you wearing Granddad's glasses?"
"The light is fuckin' wit my eyes, nigga." Riley responded in a smooth lie. Naw, the real reason was because Huey could sense when his brother was hiding something just by looking at him. All he had to do was get in and the hell out. "You got my car keys?"
"Are you fit to drive?"
"Give me my damn car keys, bitch." Riley growled. He did not wanna start this shit. "I'm fuckin' fine! Cindy drove me home and we both good! I can walk a straight fuckin' line, I can do my alphabet backwards, all of it! Just gimme my keys! I got shit to do at my place, aiight?" Huey just rolled his eyes at his outburst.
"You're lucky I don't make you pass those tests right now." He replied as he reached into his pocket. "And what is so urgent that you need to do?"
"It's called nunya, nigga! Damn!" Riley snapped after snatching his keys from Huey's hand. He quickly turned and began to leave the room. Yes! Made it out without no-
"So about what happened with you and McPhearson last night…?" He heard his brother's voice say.
"WHAT?" Riley whipped back around.
"I know what you did." Huey said simply.
"The fuck you mean, you don't know nothin'!" Riley's voice was raised and his heart was beating fast. How the hell could he possibly know?
"Riley, I saw you." He enunciated slowly.
"WHAT! THE FUCK!"
"What is wrong with you? Obviously you need to work on your camouflage. I saw you kiss her last night at the bar."
Riley paused immediately. He almost had a heart attack. "…Oh… y-you talkin' about that?"
"What else would I be talking about?" Huey raised his eyebrow again.
"N-nothin'." Riley shook his head immediately. "And uh, that kiss was nothin'. She was just tryna help me lose this chick who was stalkin' me. But dat's it."
"Mm-hm." Huey's face was unreadable, just silently observing and evaluating Riley in a way that made him feel nervous.
"Yeah, soooo, I'm out. I'll see you later this week probably." Riley said before turning around and retreating out of the room. He felt his brother's eyes on his back as he left though. He couldn't get out of that house fast enough.
"Ayyyy, mission accomplished." Riley grinned as he stood in front of Cindy's passenger door.
"Nigga, why the hell you got on those glasses?" His friend answered in response. Riley pulled the shades off his face and folded them before shoving them into his front pocket.
"Don't ask." He rolled his eyes. "Hey, follow me back to my crib."
"Why?" Cindy asked, her voice suspicious. Riley smirked.
"Damn girl, get yo mind out the gutter. We just fucked last night. I mean, I know you were tryna hop on it about a half hour ago, but-"
"Reez..." She warned, giving him a look.
He snickered. It was never too soon for jokes with him. "I'm playin'. But I wanna give you the money for the drinks at the club."
"You really don't need to, Reez. It wasn't a big deal-"
"Nigga, c'mon. Yo ass betta follow me." Riley told her before walking away from her car.
"Don't get smart, bitch!" He heard her call out her open window. Riley just grinned as he went to the driver's side of his Toyota and unlocked the door. He got in and literally sat there for over an entire minute. He suddenly heard Cindy blaring her horn while shouting loud and clear, being as though she had lowered her top down.
"NIGGA, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOIN' JUST SITTIN' THERE?"
"HUSH THE FUCK UP, I'M MAKING SURE HUEY DIDN'T DO NOTHIN' TO MY CAR!"
In a little under ten minutes, Riley had eventually started his car, pulled off, and Cindy had followed him back to his place. She came inside his apartment with him but rolled her eyes when she was told to wait in the living room; Riley didn't want her knowing about his secret money stash in his room. ("You really think I'm gonna come down to your place, break in, and steal yo money when I have my own? I'm rich… bitch." She had used Ed the Third's old saying.) But Riley didn't care, he had her wait while he got his hidden money.
"One hundred and fifty bones, girl. Annndd one extra dollar for interest." He told her with a grin while placing the bills in her palm.
"I think you need to work on your interest rate." Cindy giggled. "But thank you." Then she looked down to "discreetly" stuff the folded wad in her shirt and down into her bra. Now why would she do that in front of him?
"Boo!" She gave Riley a look when he blatantly stared. "Nigga what? I didn't bring my purse or nothin'!"
"My bad." Riley finally tore his eyes away from her black bra and glanced back up to her eyes. Cindy shook her head and rolled her eyes before starting to move to the door with Riley behind her. As always, he walked her outside to her car. His apartment complex wasn't the nicest in the neighborhood and he didn't trust some of these shady-lookin' niggas that resided there.
"Well… it's been real." Cindy spoke as she came to her driver's door, hitting the button to unlock it before turning back to Riley. "Um… you gonna text me later?"
"Whatchu think, girl? After I drown myself in a shower and sleep for a couple hours, I'll holla."
"You better." She smiled as she opened her door. "I'll talk to you later, Reezy." He gently took her arm before she got in, making her turn her head back to him.
"We gonna talk-talk, girl?" He asked, referring to her earlier statement.
Cindy grinned and gave him a look. "Yes, Reezy. I already told you… we'll talk."
"We better." Riley smirked, lowering his eyes to give her a quick once-over. He noticed that her cheeks appeared a little pink when he looked back at her. Did he really have that effect on her?
"Getcha white ass back home, girl." He fought to hold back his chuckle as he nudged her to get in. She nudged him back before getting in and pulling her door shut. He stepped back and watched as she got situated before starting the car. Then, with a final look back at him as she flashed a tiny grin, she pulled off. Riley took glances back at her disappearing car as he made his way back to the front of his building. Damn… he still couldn't get over the events that took place last night. Things were still hazy for him, but he starting to remember more. But once again, the only thing his mind kept going back to was how good it was. And he wasn't gonna lie… he wanted to experience that again… soon… and sober.
Uh-oh. Riley thought as he felt an uneasy churning in his stomach. Then, in a flash he was flying into his building, down the long hall, into his apartment (thank God he lived on the first floor), and going directly to his bathroom toilet.
"BLAAAUUUGGHHHH!"
Yeah… he definitely needed to experience it sober next time.
Ewwwyyyy! I only threw up once in my entire life when I was 10. Worst experience ever. lol!
Anyyywaayyss, aside from that, how'd you like the chapter? The hangovers! The regrets! The talking! The almost second round of sex (or really the FIFTH if you wanna get technical)! ;)
Disclaimers: I do not own any copyright to Aspirin, Listerine mouthwash, Victoria's Secret PINK brand, Chevy Camaro car, and the Bill Cosby glasses are mentioned in The Real episode while the "I'm rich, bitch!" was said in The Garden Party episode. Anything else I forgot to mention, you already know that I don't own anything. No word, letter, nothin'! :D
Show a girl some love with these reviews, knaa'mean? You like their talk? Wanna see 'em talk more? Eager for when they stop talkin' and get back to business? Yeaaahh, that's the one, I already know ;)
More soon! Gotta go work on this last chapter of my BWUR story (tear). But then I'll be right back and focused more on this for a while! So hang tight! Laytaaahhh ;)
~Schweetie