Hey y'all!

So, I think a few warnings are in order before you guys read this chappie,

i'm changing the rating to M because moving forward I want to touch on some more mature topics (I'll always put a warning first for any triggers) and I suppose that from this chap on things are gonna start geting kinda heavy.

For those of you who were curious, i'm Brazilian! Shoutout y'all!

Okay, now on with the chapter!

The Dirty

Riley had never felt anything like it before. He didn't even know what exactly was this feeling to begin with. His body felt electric, though he was exhausted. A thousand thoughts buzzed through his head and if he dropped dead any minute he wouldn't even mind. He felt like he was on one of those sappy romances and he couldn't care less if he was acting like a punk or not.

Because, how many niggas out there can say they lost their virginity to the girl they liked?

He rolled off Cindy, panting. His body felt hot and his heart beat so fast he was sure he'd have a heart attack right then and there. He looked at Cindy. She looked red and sweaty, her long blond hair on a messy bun atop of her head, much like she looked whenever they'd play basketball, but she looked so damn beautiful.

"...Damn Reezy..." She tried to get her breathing back to normal. She looked at him maliciously, biting her bottom lip. Riley felt an animalistic feeling overcome him and before he knew it they were making out again. "Wait, before we get to round two..." He pulled away, looking at her with longing. "Get me sum' water, dis bitch thirsty."

"I know yu is," He smirked, getting up from the bed. She rolled her eyes, fighting back a smile and throwing a pillow at him. He snickered, covering his manhood with a wrapped towel around his hip. Riley hopped down the stairs like a little kid, unable to stop his grin from forming.

It hadn't been perfect, of course, he wasn't expecting it to be like porn, but he couldn't have asked for better, and he couldn't have asked for a better person to do it with. It felt so natural and just so right. Of course his anxiety was through the roof; she was experienced and older, and one thing Young Reezy didn't do was make a fool of himself, but after they had Done the Deed There was absolutely nothing that could take him down from the high he was feeling.

Or so he thought.

His blood ran cold when he heard the front door open. He turned around and saw Huey giving him an awkward look. Damn, trust this nigga to cock-block. "what is yu doin' hurr?" He asked hurriedly, sounding more desperate than he'd like. "Won't yu studying at Jazmine?" Huey blinked, raising an eyebrow at his brother's nervous antics.

"I forgot a book...why the hell are you naked in the kitchen?"

"Uh...I was takin' a shower..." He gave him a once over, his cold eyes making Riley feel more uncomfortable than he already was.

"You're sweaty." He stated. Riley looked at the glass of water in his hands and then back at his brother, fishing for excuses.

"I...I was about to." Huey narrowed his at the brother.

"So, you're telling me that you were about to take a shower, got butt ass naked and then suddenly got thirsty?" Riley slowly nodded, realizing how stupid he must have sounded. Huey sighed, closing his eyes.

"Y'know what? I ain't got time for this." He muttered, heading up the stair. Riley froze in place for a second before racing after him, holding his towel, his heart pounding.

As Huey was just about to turn the knob Riley yanked his arm away from the door. "what the fuck?!" Huey jumped, startled. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"wat you need to go in there fo'?" Riley's voice was almost shaky. Huey already looked ready to beat his ass.

"Because I need to get my damn book! What's wrong with you?!"

"Nun!" Huey scowled, his nostrils flaring.

"Riley!"

"Just don' go in there mayne!" Before Riley could stop him Huey shoved him out the way and threw the door open.

"What the hell did you-AAAH!" Huey was greeted by Cindy, wearing uncerimoniously her birthday suit. The girl's eyes expanded to the size of saucers as she screeched loudly enough for the whole neighborhood to hear, hastily trying to cover her body with the sheets and falling off the bed in the process with a loud thud.

"Close the damn door!" Riley slammed the door shut. Huey's shocked expression turned into pure rage really quickly. "Nigga I told you to not go in there!"

"Shut up! Shut the fuck up!" Huey roared, still in a state of shock. "I really, really want to whoop your fucking ass right now." He stated after a moment, his tone sounding quiet and leveled, which for Riley felt much more unnerving than any yelling. Huey shook his head, and glared at the younger Freeman. The last time Riley received such an intense glare Huey locked him up at a closet for half the day. "Deal with that." He pointed to the door and stomped down the stairs, slamming the front door with such force that Riley was surprised it didn't break.

Riley had got off easy, but he knew it wouldn't be the last he'd be hearing for it.

"What happened to you?" Caesar asked as soon as Huey entered Jazmine's room once again. "You look like you just seen a ghost or something."

"He looks ready to barf," Jazmine commented, raising her eyebrows when Huey just shook his head and threw himself at her bed, hiding his face on her pillows. He felt his cheeks burn. He was too shocked to properly acknowledge what had just happened, and Huey really didn't get fazed by a lot. He felt a hand touch his shoulder and turned to see Jazmine looking at him, her green orbs filled with worry.

"Are you okay? What's going on?" Huey groaned. He didn't know if he should tell, seeing that it was not only his brother's but also Cindy's intimacy at line, he didn't want to be an asshole and just tell everyone.

But then the only thing that he could think about was Riley and his head filled with pure rage once again.

Yeah, maybe he could afford to be an asshole just this once.

"Well Riley, unbeknownst to me, brought his lady friend over," His voice dripped with sarcasm, his only mechanism to keep the awkwardness on his voice at bay. "And I kinda...walked in on her...damn..." The two of them were giving him odd looks. He grunted, burying his head on the pillow once again. "I opened the door to the room and she was..."

"Spill my nigga, damn!"

"Naked!" He snapped, sitting up, taking the both of them by surprise. Jazmine almost toppling off her bed. "She was fucking naked and Riley...OOh I'm gonna kill that nigga-"

"Wait, wait!" Caesar's eyes were wide. "You mean to tell me that-"

"You walked in on Cindy and Riley doing the dirty?" The two shared a look. Caesar was the first one to start doubling over with laughter, the girl following suit, also cackling.

"What? No! NO!" He yelled. "They weren't doing anything! At least not when I got there. It was just..." He got goosebumps as he replayed the scene in his head. "Cindy. Naked. In our room."

"Damn," Caesar said, his eyes watering. "Are you shitting me right now?"

"I sure wish I was," Huey scratched his head, letting out a long breath. How the hell did this happen? He was peacefully helping out Caesar and Jazmine with algebra not ten minutes ago...

He could not believe that the first girl he had actually seen naked was fucking Cindy McPhearson.

"Man, calm yo' ass," Caesar snorted. "I mean, that ain't too unexpected, is it?" He received an incredulous look from both Huey and Jazmine.

"Riley is fourteen!"

"And?" Caesar rolled his eyes. "Huey, they're dating. I mean, obviously it was gonna happen eventually. Shit, for all you know this ain't even the first time,"

"No, he would've told me..." His eyes narrowed at the house across the street. There was a clear view to his bedroom window through Jazmine's and he saw the curtains draw.

"You honestly believe that?" Huey opened his mouth, but then he realized he didn't really have an argument. He shook his head, laying back down. Riley didn't really talk with him about those things - his brother didn't confide anything to him in fact, or vice-versa. He stared pensively at the ceiling fan in Jazmine's room. He couldn't remember the last time they actually sat down and just talked to each other and they weren't arguing over something stupid.

But then again, they've always been like this, Huey didn't know why it was bothering him now.

"Well, it's not like you're very approachable to begin with," Jazmine pointed out. Huey shot her a look.

"And what the hell would you know?" He sounded harsher than he intended , but Jazmine shrugged, used to her friend's temper.

"I've known you two for the past six years, you pick up on things."

"She's got a point too." Caesar nodded.

"Maybe if you were a bit more open he'd feel more comfortable to talk about these things." She said. "This whole situation could've easily been avoided if you guys would just be able to have a normal conversation without lunging at each other's throats." Huey sighed heavily, knowing she was right.

"Look, of course you get to be mad that they did it in the room y'all share," Caesar started once again. "But be reasonable about it. Riley's fourteen, shit, God knows that was all I could think about when I was his age." He snorted. Huey shook his head, rolling his eyes. "Oh, right, I forgot that young revolutionary Huey Freeman doesn't have wet-"

"Oh my gosh!" Jazmine squealed, jumping from the bed and interrupting whatever Caesar was about to say and looking at the clock above her bed. Her timing was always on point. "It's three already?! Shoot, I'm gonna be late for ballet!" They watched as she frantically grabbed a bag from the closet and slammed the door to the en-suite bathroom shut.

"You seriously need to stop blurting out whatever shit comes through your mind!" Huey hissed at Caesar, who snorted.

"What? You embarrassed? Don't want Jazzy-Boo to know your dirty perverted thoughts?" The boy grinned devilish.

"I don't have dirty perverted thoughts," He lied through his teeth. "I'm not you." Huey felt his cheeks hot as he suddenly felt an urge to slap Caesar across the face when the girl in question emerged wearing her ballet attire with her loose, massive afro framing her head. Huey had know Jazmine for the last six ears and yet he couldn't remember seeing her natural hair fully out once before then.

It was very hard to look away. She was wearing a black leothard and light pink tights under it, her curves and her bust standing out considerably. God, the conversation they were just having was not helping his case at all. His fantasy was short lived though, as she quickly slipped inside a pair of baggy sweatpants. Huey almost sighed in relief.

"I knew I should've been paying attention to the time..." Jazmine sat on the floor in front of her full-length mirror and started combing her hair forcefully. "Dang it! I didn't even have time to detangle..." She hissed at a particularly stubborn knot, but in a few minutes her hair was in a perfectly slick bun. "You'll give me a ride, won't you Ceez?"

"Sure Jazzy, I'm a man of my word." Caesar responded with a smirk. "You wanna come with us?" He asked Huey. "We can eat something while we wait for her."

"Yeah, sure," He shrugged, glancing back at his house. "Not like I can go back home anytime soon."

Soon they were all gathered inside the rasta-themed car that belonged to Caesar's dad's restaurant as their delivery vehicle. Caesar's father let him use it when it was a slow day, but the boy longed for a car of his own. Driving around a yellow, green, red and black car written 'Rastafari Delight' wasn't exactly ideal.

Jazmine's dance studio was at the Woodcrest Plaza, there was also a gym, a commercial center and a few restaurants, Rastafari Delight being one of them.

They pulled up at the parking lot and Jazmine hurriedly hopped out of the car, not even glancing back as she ran to the studio. "Meet us at the restaurant!" Caesar yelled after her. "Damn, a 'thank you' would be nice."

They sat down at a bench near the water fountain, a strained silence falling upon them. Caesar noticed Huey's frown and sighed. Huey was clearly upset...not angry like he usually was whenever Riley fucked up, but genuinely upset.

"Ceez?" He spoke up suddenly.

"Hm?"

"Am I a bad brother?" Caesar rose his eyebrows. Huey wasn't really someone who would ask for opinions or advice. usually people just told him, whether he liked it or not, and he usually didn't listen anyway.

"What makes you think that?" Caesar studied his friends. Huey scratched his afro, shrugging.

"Aunno...I mean shit, I'm his brother and yet he came to you for advice. I feel like I don't know shit about his life nowadays..."

"Huey, you and I both know that you ain't a bad brother." Caesar shook his head. "Shit, the amount of times you saved his ass from literal death alone could give you a hint-"

"But Jazmine's right though," He huffed. "It's not like I'm ever there for him when it really counts...it's like we're either beating each other's asses or not even talking at all."

"Wow, that's odd," Caesar commented before taking a hold of Huey's shoulder. "Look man, it's simply not your nature, or even Riley's for that matter, to just sit down and chit-chat about life, and that's okay. That doesn't mean that y'all don't love each other. The thing is, you show that love through different ways...You were always there for him in a way or another and vice-versa." Huey still looked uneasy and Caesar sighed. "Man, if you really were a bad brother, Riley probably wouldn't even be around to tell the tale. He looks up to you, more than you realize."

"You know, I was thinking about that thing you told me at the car back on our first day of school. That I sounded more like a father than a brother..."

"Man I was just screwing around." He offered a wary look. Those times that Huey showed the least bit of sensitivity were so rare that Caesar almost didn't know what to do with himself.

"But you're right though. When our parents...you know..." Caesar's eyes widened a bit. For all the six years Caesar spent being Huey's best friend he never even mentioned his parents. He didn't know what happened to them, but knowing they weren't around was enough for him to know that was a touchy subject.

"...When they died, I took it upon myself to take care of him you know? I mean, granddad ain't gonna be around forever, and he really isn't the best role model out there...and it kinda got ingrained in my head since I was little. Now I feel like I've never seen Riley as an equal...as a brother...and that kinda sucks." Caesar didn't know what to say. He couldn't remember a time where Huey had opened up so much to him about how he felt.

"Look, if that's something that's bothering you, you still have time to change that." He tried. "Talk to him, it really ain't that hard. Even if he acts stupid, that's his defense mechanism I guess, I'm sure deep down he'll understand," Huey nodded, letting out a breath. "And just so you know, you don't have to be this strong, mature, impenetrable nigga all the time. Shit, you're sixteen, goof off every once in a while. You put more pressure on your shoulders than is necessary." Huey smacked his lips, shrugging.

"Old habits die hard. But I appreciate you, man." Caesar smiled.

"No prob. Damn," He looked at his friend with a smirk. "Jazmine really is rubbing off on you."

The sun was about to set when both boys headed to the restaurant. Huey loved eating at the place, it was one of the few restaurants that served genuine cultural food, had a variety of vegetarian dishes and Mr. Caesar always offered him free meals, even when he was by himself and even if he insisted on paying the man.

"Wassup Pops!" Caesar said as they entered. there weren't many people compared to how the place was usually bustling. Mr. Caesar was wiping down the counter when he smiled at the two boys. Caesar's dad was like what Huey imagined Caesar himself would look in thirty years. Very tall, very muscular and just seemingly very happy with life. The man was dark skin and with graying dreadlocks that ran down his back and a very large smile similar to Caesar's, only difference being his yellowing teeth from years of smoking.

"Hello boys!" He sounded a lot like his son, with a very pronounced Jamaican accent. " 'Uey, long time no see, mah friend." Out of his friends parents Mr. Caesar was always Huey's favorite. "How are you?"

"I'm fine, Mr. Caesar, how about you?"

"Busy, very busy, thank Jah. Very happy that Mike's back too." He smiled at his son. It was very odd hearing people call Caesar anything other than Caesar. "Can I get you guys anything?"

"He's in dire need of a pick-me-up dad!" Caesar smirked at his friend. "A portion of veggie fried dumplings would be nice."

"Aight, veggie fried dumpling on da way," He disappeared into the kitchen and the boys sat down at one of the tables by the windows.

"Y'know, at first I thought you were all mad because Riley got into somebody's pants before you did," Caesar snorted. Huey scowled, rolling his eyes at his friend.

"I'm not that petty." He paused, frowning at the table. "I mean, I wasn't even thinking about that honestly," He glared. "Thank you, asshole." Caesar chuckled.

"You're welcome." Huey narrowed his eyes at Caesar. He had always been a lady's man, ever since they've known each other. Caesar was always the first to have his first girlfriend, his first kiss and the first to do things other than kissing.

"How old were you when...yo know..."

He looked around, making sure his father was well out of sight. "Fifteen, last year." He said nonchalantly. Huey wasn't a completely dense when it came to girls, at least he liked to think that he wasn't. He had his fair share of flings, but they weren't much of anything other than that. "You never went beyond third base?" He shook his head. It's not that he never had an opportunity, or didn't want to. As stupid and out of character as it was he didn't want to just fuck whatever girl he was going out with just for the sake of losing his virginity. He wasn't in a huge rush like most people his age anyway.

"Hey...we know him?" Caesar pointed his head in the direction of the door. Huey turned to see a very familiar guy, around their age, ordering something on the counter and sitting down.

"Maybe," He shrugged. "he's probably from our school." Just then one of the waitresses arrived with a portion of fried Jamaican dumplings.

"Thanks Lily," Caesar winked at the woman who smiled and giggled, shaking her head at him. Huey rolled his eyes but didn't say anything, instead focusing on not burning his mouth with the steaming dumpling. Just then Jazmine arrived, looking red and sweaty, her once perfect bun a bit dishevelled, but she smiled upon seeing the two of them. She was accompanied by a girl that Huey didn't know.

She was wearing the same attire as Jazmine, but the thing that stood out most was the ebony tone of her skin. If she went to the same school as them Huey would most definitely know her, but she looked around their age. "Hello boys," Jazmine said as she slid down on the seat next to Huey. "Girl, stop being shy, sit down." She chuckled.

"I won't bite," Caesar grinned. Jazmine shot him a look as the girl slid down next to him.

"Don't start," She warned. "Guys, this is Jade, she's in my ballet class. Jade this is Huey and Caesar." Huey nodded, but didn't say anything. He studied the girl without making it too obvious. If he was honest she did look very nice indeed, but unlike his friend, he wasn't about to make his thoughts so damn obvious.

"Nice to meet you," Jade said, offering them both a smile.

"She's gonna start senior year at our school on monday." Jazmine said.

"Why are you starting a week late?" Caesar asked.

"I was in the process of moving. I'm from Brooklyn-"

"Wait what?! Forreal?" Caesar's eyes lit up, like it always did when someone mentioned his hometown. "Me too girl, what part of Brooklyn you from?"

"Williamsburg,"

"Boogie," Caesar smirked. "I'm from Bushwick," Huey and Jazmine shared a look, knowing too well how Caesar played his game. Jazmine scrunched her eyebrows and looked to a few tables down.

"Oh, Pete!" She called out and they guy that they were talking about before the girls arrived turned to them. Caesar's eyes widened and Huey felt as though realization his him like a ton of bricks. They knew exactly who that nigga was.

He stood up, smiling and headed to their direction. Jazmine stood up as well and gave him a hug? Huey was annoyed. She knew him for what, five days and they were already hugging? "Hey Jaz," Huey swallowed thickly. Glaring at the boy.

"What're you doing here?" She asked him. Huey looked at Caesar who, though not scowling like himself, was studying the boy too.

"I was hittin' the gym, then I decided to check this place out. Food here's good." He nodded at the other occupants of the table and gave an awkward smile. Caesar nodded, and Huey didn't really bother being polite.

"Oh, this is Caesar, Huey and Jade. Guys this is Peter, the guy from my biology class I told you about."

"Wassup man," Caesar dapped him up and Huey felt obliged to as well, not wanting Jazmine to be nagging him about it later. "You go the gym around the corner? I was thinking about joining too, but I don't know if it's good or not."

"it's pretty good. They got all the equipment and a bunch of classes. If you're really thinking about joining in they got this plus-one offer. Give them my name and they sign you up for a month for free." Caesar's eyebrows rose.

"Really?"

"Yeah dude, I gotta be there though. Jazmine can give you my number if you want, you can come with me next time and we can hook you up." He shrugged.

"Thanks man, I appreciate it," Huey rolled his eyes, putting another dumpling on his mouth. Why Caesar had to be such a nice person all the time?

"Pull up a chair, sit here with us." Jazmine offered. Now Huey really scowled. Peter frowned, checking his watch.

"Wish I could, but I gotta be home by six to do some stuff for my mom," Jazmine pouted. "I'll see you around Jaz. Nice to meet y'all." And with that he retreated back to his table, paid the cashier and left the restaurant.

"He's nice, isn't he?" She said, looking out the window as he hopped up on his bike. Huey noticed the sligh tinge on her face.

"Yeah," Caesar shrugged, looking warily at his friend. Huey was staring so hard out the window that he was surprised he hadn't burnt a whole through it.

"He's cute too," Jade smirked at Jazmine. "Y'all vibing?"

"Kinda," Jazmine said, a goofy smile on her face. "I mean, I don't know, I'm not good at picking up on these things." She glanced so quickly at Huey that it almost went unnoticed.

Almost.

"Anyway," Caesar began, desperate to change the subject for his friend's sake. "How was class?"

"Oh it was nice. Jazzy got herself a special part on our next dance," Jazmine threw the girl a look before shaking her head.

"You don't know that, neither do I."

"Gir, puh-lease stop being humble, this is my fifth class and I already know you're the best. Even the teacher knows, she was talking about the sugar plum fairy and never taking her eyes off you." Jazmine Shrugged, bouncing her leg, already looking anxious.

"The sugar who?" Caesar gave the girl an odd look.

"The sugar plum fairy. You know, from the nutcracker," Jazmine said, taking a dumpling and popping on her mouth. "But I ain't getting that part. I'm not tall enough. She's probably gonna give it to Lindsay." Jazmine shrugged. Huey rose and eyebrow at her, remembering the talk they had a few weeks ago.

"Jazmine, c'mon. Just 'cause that girl looks like a beanstalk does not mean she's gonna get the part." Jade rolled her eyes. "You're either Clara or the fairy, no argument."

"Shit, Huey, Cindy and I would always go to them performances back in the day. I remember one time I couldn't go 'cuz I was sick and she gave me the silent treatment for a week." Huey snorted, thinking back to how he was forced to attend at least once a year or there would be hell to pay. Eventually it just became a thing they did, almost a tradition: watch Jazmine dance.

He didn't really mind either; or course, ballet sucked, but it was because it was Jazmine, and he appreciated all the hard work she'd put year round for these things, and also wondered how such a tiny girl had enough strength to support all her body weight at the very point of her toes, do all those turns and tricks and pretend like she wasn't feeling any pain at all.

"Well, I'm sure you'll get it," Huey said. "You underestimate yourself."

"Yeah, and you've always been amazing anyway." Caesar said through a mouthful. "Dude, remember that time you were up on your damn toes and you fucking sprained your ankle but kept dancing like it was no biggie?" Jazmine smiled shyly, blushing. She wasn't someone who knew how to take well complements.

"You three are really good friends, huh?" Jade commented. Caesar nodded eagerly.

"Best friends,"

"The golden trio," Jazmine snorted, looking at Huey who rolled his eyes.

"We ain't the fucking golden trio."

It was already dark out when Caesar dropped them off. Huey glanced at his window and saw the lights on. He sighed, hating the weird tightness he felt on his chest. It was going to be an awkward and uncomfortable conversation, but he felt that it was necessary. He unlocked the door and saw Granddad's sleeping figure on his recliner, the tv on. Huey made his way upstairs and was just about to open the door when he stopped himself and opted on knocking first, a habit that he'd have to build now.

"...Come in?" He heard Riley's voice. Knocking wasn't usual for any of them, which resulted in more awkward situations than Huey would like. He opened the door and saw Riley visibly stiffen at the desk. He was drawing something on his sketchbook, his eyes followed his brother carefully through the bedroom and Huey could see that, even if he tried to hide it.

There was a silence in the room was so dense that Huey was sure someone could cut it with a knife, until Riley broke it." "Yu still mad?" His voice was quieter than usual. Huey sighed, laying back on his bed.

"I should be. I wanted to be, but no, I'm not." He responded. Riley gave him a curious look and shrugged, hastily standing up and heading to the door before Huey could stop him. That's what they always did, either fight it out or leave each other alone until the tension had passed. "Wait, Riley come here."

"What nigga?" Huey could feel Riley already getting defensive. He sighed, fishing for words. He should've thought more in depht about this when he had the chance.

"I feel like we should at least talk about it! Just because i'm not gonna whoop your ass doesn't mean it's all good!" Riley sucked his teeth and sat at his own bed, wearing a scowl similar to Huey.

"I'm listenin'," Huey let out a breath.

"Why didn't you just tell me Cindy was coming over? It wouldn't be that big a deal if I was at least warned first." Riley looked up, definitely expecting a scolding of some sort.

"Aunno," Riley shrugged. "I thought you was gonna get all mad and shit."

'I feel like we never talk anymore." Okay, they never did talk, but Huey wanted to make things simple. "Shit, I'm not trying to get all sappy but I care about you, you know that. I don't want you to feel like you can't talk to me." Riley frowned, shaking his head. It was very difficult to wrap his head around what his brother was saying.

"Nigga, you ain't evah talkin' nun' to me either," Riley said, matter-of-factly. "And whenever I do say sum' you always makin' me feel stupid and shit..." Huey rose his eyebrows. Now that was unexpected. "Always tellin' me to shut my dumbass up, now you wanna talk?" Riley smacked his lips.

"You gotta admit you are sometimes."

"Nigga you ain't the voice of all reason either, but yo' ass sure love to act like it," Huey wanted to feel annoyed, but he knew that Riley wasn't lying, and honestly, he had to be the bigger person. If he wanted peace with his brother than starting an argument wouldn't be ideal.

"Fine, okay? Let's call it a truce?" He offered his hand for Riley, who hesitantly shook it. "I love you man,"

"No homo," Huey rolled his eyes.

"No homo."

"You good now?" Riley asked genuinely and Huey sighed, feeling a weight lift from his shoulders.

"Yeah," He shrugged. "You did wrap it up though, didn't you?"

"Of course man, damn!" Riley scoffed. "I ain't that stupid. Don' wan' no lil niggas walking 'round for a long ass time." Huey nodded, at least somewhat relieved. "And if you lookin' for some peace o' mind, that was mah first time."

"Really?" Huey's eyebrows shot up and he grinned

"Hell yeah! I ain't walking 'round screwing random broads," Riley stood up and went back to the desk, going back to the sketching.

Huey looked at his brother and almost felt proud after this revelation. He always thought Riley would be like one of those nigga who treated women like shit and just fucking around for status. "Riley?"

"What nigga?" Huey didn't miss the annoyed tone on his voice, but he didn't really care.

"How did you figure out you liked Cindy?" Riley stopped drawing to throw Huey an odd look.

"Watchu mean?"

"you know...when were you sure you liked her...at least enough to ask her to be your girlfriend." Riley rose an eyebrow and Huey shrugged. "i'm just saying, you alwayss talking about how you don't love them hoes..."

"Cindy ain't no hoe, first of all." His brother snapped, narrowing his eyes.

"I didn't say that,"

Riley sucked his teeth, shaking his head. "Whatevah." He looked thoughtful for a moment, studying his brother's expression.

" I think that we wuz always vibing you kno'? Since we were lil' kids, but then I stopped seeing her as one of the niggas." Riley sighed, looking up, deep in thought. "And shit, when we started foolin' 'round I forgot all dem other bitches, I only had eyes fo' her." He offered a malicious smirk, a knowing look falling upon his face. "What? You gon' quit being a gay nigga and admit yo' feelings fo' Jazzy?"

Huey's mouth formed into a thin line. That was the thing, he didn't know. He knew that what he once thought was a brotherly sense of protection definitely wasn't that anymore, but did he like Jazmine enough to actually try anything? Was it worth possibly ruining one of his only friendships? He wanted to kill every nigga that made her cry, but what if he eventually joined that list?

"I can't risk that," He thought out loud. Riley paused, raising an eyebrow at his brother.

"And wat da hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I don't know Riley," Huey huffed, laying his head back on his bed. "I just don't want to make a stupid, hasty decision and fuck everything up." Riley snorted, shaking his head.

"I really don't get you...You're willing to fist fight all the damn capitalist system, republican party and whatever the fuck else, but you's too much of a punk to ask yo' girl out." He went back to his sketch, shaking his head. "You suriously need to check you priorities."

Huey sat up, glaring at the back of his brother head. Riley's accuracy was annoying, but Huey knew that it only bothered him so much because he didn't like being wrong. He sighed, standing up and heading to the door. "Whatchu finna do?"

"Convincing Granddad to give me my own room." He said. "And, Riley, if the shit that happened today ever happens again...I'm really gonna beat your ass."

"Nigga I wish you would!" He heard as he made his way down the stairs and snorted.

Riley was maybe the single most stupid nigga Huey knew.

But, damn, he was his brother.

Wink Wink, Nudge Nudge ;)

So pleeeeease let me know what you think of this chapter! Constructive criticism is not only welcome, it's necessary!

You know, I was re-watching boondocks (btw, what the fuck was the fourth season?) and the chicken flu episode made me wonder what would Huey Freeman do in the midst of all this madness we're living...Hope you're all healthy, safe and AT HOME!

I was thinking about answering reviews on the chapters themselves like I see a lot of people doing...what do you guys think?

see y'all soon!

XOXO

-Agatha