Hey Hey Hey! I'm back at it again!

I know y'all didn't even have time to miss me, but I just had to put this chapter up, I was so excited!

By the way, serious fluff ahead, be warned lol.

This chapter also has some depictions of violence and underage drinking, if that ain't your cup of tea, don't read it!

But like seriously? This was my favorite one to write so far!

I hope you guys like it! Enjoy!

Sweet Sixteen (part II)

Huey didn't like parties. Granted, he didn't like a lot of things, but parties had to be at a high place on his list. He didn't' know if it was the loud, obnoxious music, the amount of unknown people or the greasy food that didn't agree with his stomach, but either way, Huey was the very definition of a party-pooper.

A fact that his best friend, an avid party-goer, did not gloss over.

"Man, I dunno what the hell is stuck up your ass, but you seriously need to get it out!" He yelled after returning to the table, a cup filled with blue liquor and a goofy smile decorating his face. Huey could tell that he wasn't exactly sober. "your grandaddy ain't here no more! Relax, have a drink!" Huey rolled his eyes, pushing the cup away when Caesar set it in front of him. Firstly, he wasn't an avid drinker, and even if he was, he'd have to drive Dorothy back home since granddad had taken a taxi home only an hour into the party and one too many glasses of wine.

"I'm good. And maybe you should chill with that," He warned but Caesar simply sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes. "Why are you here disturbing my peace and quiet anyway? Weren't you dancing?"

"One, if you're at a fucking sweet sixteen party, there's no way you can seriously expect either peace or quiet. Two, I was vibin', but Cindy and Riley scurried off to make out somewhere, Hiro is annoying the shit out of the DJ and I don't even know where the hell is Jazmine." He took another sip of the blue drink, his face grimacing slightly. "And she's supposed to be the birthday girl, damn."

"I thought that by now you'd already be thirstin' over a random girl." Caesar grinned at him, shrugging.

"Gotta get some more liquid courage in me, feel me?" He trusted that Caesar could hold his liquor, but have him a wary look anyway. He did not want to carry anyone's ass that night. "Oh, look who decided to show up," Huey turned to the place Caesar was pointing and saw Jazmine making a beeline towards their table. In the place of her gown was a knee-length dress of the same color and though she still had that everlasting smile on her face, she did look rather exasperated. "lovely to see you around here, Jazz."

"Oh, shut up," She said, plopping down at the chair beside him. "I've been running around for hours taking pictures, the only time I actually got to dance was that stupid father-daughter dance- And it was not funny, Michael Caesar!" Jazmine scolded, though she was unable to keep the giggle out of her voice for much longer. "I think I can relax for a bit..."

"Aw hell no girl, let's dance, the DJ's playing sum old school shit, I'm digging it!" Cesar eagerly stood up, pulling Jazmine up by her arm. "Come ooon Jazzy-Boo, you owe us this!" The girl sighed dramatically and stood up, giggling at Caesar's giddiness. He was too funny when he was tipsy. "Now we just need to get Grumpy Pants-"

"I don't dance." Huey cut him bluntly.

"Oh, but you will today!" Jazmine demanded. "Come on Huey! Can you at least pretend you're enjoying yourself?" He glared at her, crossing his arms over his chest, but then her doe eyes became more pronounced and her lower lip jutted out into a pout.

Goddamn

"Please Huey?" Huey sighed, shaking his head, trying not to let himself fall prey to her dramatics. "For me? For my birthday?" Caesar tried to give him the puppy dog look too but it wasn't quite as cute.

"Okay, okay! Damn," The girl squeaked, grabbing his hand and guiding him to the dance floor. He urgently needed to find a way to not be affected by her persuasiveness.

they quickly found Cindy twerking in front of Riley to the sound of 'I Wanna Fuck You' By Akon. Huey could tell from a mile away that his brother was drinking and saw the bright blue wristband on Cindy's wrist, but opted on not causing a scene right then and there only for Jazmine's sake.

"AAAWWW SHIT! That's my JAM right there!" Caesar yelled. "Shawty I can see you ain't lonely, handful o' niggas and they all got cheese-"

"So you lookin' at me, now what's it gonna be? Just another tease far as I can see!" Jazmine completed, letting go of Huey's hand to dance with Caesar, and he felt ridiculous when he realized how he missed her warm touch. "Tryin' get you up out this club If it means spendin' a couple dubs!" Huey didn't really know what to do with himself, so he decided to just bob his head unexcitedly, what he usually called "dancing". "Huey come on! Not even you can hate on Akon!"

"You underestimate my ability to hate on things!" He yelled over the music, causing the girl to roll her eyes dramatically.

"Oh Huey!" Jazmine soon had a hold of his hands again, making his heart flutter slightly, and pulled him into the little circle their friends had formed. Hiro was back, showing off a goofy dance with Caesar, Cindy and Riley were still dancing far too explicitly for a sweet sixteen party and Jazmine, well, Jazmine still had his hands on her grasp.

I see you windin' n' grindin' up on that pole

I know you see me lookin' at you, and you already know

I wanna fuck you, love you, you already know

I wanna fuck you, love you, you already know girl

She started dancing animatedly, flailing his arms along with hers. "See Huey? It's not so bad!" And she was absolutely right, though he knew that his experience wasn't being enhanced by the loud music, which admittedly, was making him feel rather hot and bothered, but what was making his place at the dance floor worth his while was the girl in front of him.

The place was packed, but he could only look at her, and how elated she seemed. It was almost as if she was glowing, assaulting him with that goddamn smile, those dimples that only she had...

Huey was so transfixed that he only noticed the music had stopped when the DJ spoke up, "Alright y'all, now it's time to get boo'd up! Let's get nice things slow..." The lights dimmed, And Huey saw Caesar's smirk from a mile away.

"Time to 'Thirst over a random girl' as you so kindly put it," He winked, causing Huey to roll his eyes. "C'mon Hiro, let's find us a nice white girl to keep us company..." Jazmine giggled, rolling her eyes as they left. Cindy and Riley had already vanished out of sight as Daniel Caesar started playing in soft tones.

Everywhere that I go, everywhere that I be

If you are not surrounding me with your energy

I don't wanna be there, don't wanna be anywhere

Any place that I can't feel you, I just wanna be near you

Jazmine eyed Huey, biting her lips nervously in a way that was driving him crazy. He looked around and saw couples dancing together and his heart seemed to stop for a second.

"Jazmine..."

"Please?" She pouted once again, getting closer to him. "I mean, we're already here..."

"I don't even know how to slow-dance!" He stated, though his stomach was doing somersaults. "I don't know how to dance, period!"

"Follow my lead," She beamed. "Put your hands around my waist."

"What?!"

"My waist Huey!" She rolled her eyes. "Don't sweat it, it's alright." He gingerly put his hands on both sides of the girl, who sighed, pulling him closer, forcing him to wrap himself around her, she in turn hugging his neck.

And yes, I'm a mess but I'm blessed

To be stuck with you

Sometimes it gets unhealthy

We can't be by ourselves, we

We'll always need each other

He tried to mask his state of ecstasy as well as he could, but he found it rather hard. He allowed himself to hug her thin waist slightly tighter. How on earth could someone ever call that girl fat? Though she could come in any shape or size, he was sure that she'd have the same hypnotic effect on him.

"See? It ain't that bad." She repeated softly and they moved slowly in the beat of the music. Huey had to admit yet again, it really wasn't.

not with her anyway.

It's the things that you say

It's the way that you pray

Pray on my insecurities

I know you're feeling me

Jazmine rested her head on his chest with a smile, and Huey just hoped she couldn't feel how hard his heart was thumping as he got a whiff on her scent. He looked down at hair with a sense of endearment, her straight her tickling his arms slightly. "The next time I see your hair straight, I'll make sure to break your flat iron myself," He heard a chuckle and she looked up to him again, their faces so close their noses were almost touching, their height difference not being so dramatic since she was on high heels.

"You wouldn't," Though she knew fully well he would.

"Bet."

I know sometimes I do wrong

But hear the words of this song

When I go I don't stay gone for long

Don't know what's going on

His eyes were lost into hers. Yes, she looked gorgeous all dolled up, but he'd much rather take her sleepy face and puffy bags under her eyes in the morning any day.

He'd take her as her any day.

And yes, I'm a mess but I'm blessed

To be stuck with you

Sometimes it gets unhealthy

We can't be by ourselves, we

We'll always need each other,

What color were them anyway? Forest green when the lights were dim, jade when the sun made direct contact with them and an emerald color when they were red-rimmed from crying. Either way, they were beautiful like herself. The most beautiful girl in Woodcrest, hell, the most beautiful girl in all of the country.

The most beautiful girl to him.

So how could he have been so blind all this time?

Yes, I'm a mess but I'm blessed

To be stuck with you

I just want you to know that

If I could I swear I'll go back

Make everything all better, whoa

Huey felt an urge to close the unnecessary space between them with his lips, and he wasn't even thinking when his head instinctively leaned in a bit closer. His hand subconsciously found the way to Jazmine's face. Her face was so soft against Huey's rough stroke, he just wanted to melt right into her. His eyes were lost on her pouty, enticing lips, glistening with lipgloss. The corners of her mouth twitched upwards slightly and he felt her let out a breath.

She didn't even know how much she was driving him mad.

And I'm coming back home to you

And I'm coming back home to you

Jazmine licked her lips, an uncertain but yet eager expression fell upon her face as she tightened slightly the grip around his neck. His heart rate must have been a million miles per hour as he was having trouble keeping his breathing steady. He had never felt like this before, not with any other girl he'd been with.

But Jazmine wasn't any other girl.

I'm coming back home to you

I'm coming back home

I'm coming back home to you

I'm coming back home

Huey couldn't even keep a solid train of thought in his fuzzy state of mind, and for the first time, he didn't even care. Fuck reason, all he could care about was her.

He wanted her.

He needed her.

And yes, I'm a mess but I'm blessed

To be stuck with you

Sometimes it gets unhealthy

We can't be by ourselves, we

We'll always need each other

He felt jolts of electricity run through his body, as though he had just been struck by lightning, and he was almost positive that he had been struck by something, because the dryness inside his mouth and the revolting leaps his stomach was performing were not normal.

Yes, I'm a mess but I'm blessed

To be stuck with you

I just want you to know that

If I could I swear I'll go back

Make everything all better, whoa

The last verse of the music came and went and their eyes were still locked. He pulled away when a random R&B song that he didn't really acknowledge came about. Jazmine expression seemed to falter slightly. "I uh-I need to go to the bathroom," She nodded, her face crimson red. He retreated in the direction and he absolutely felt like bitch-slapping that lame nigga that looked back at him when he stared at the mirror.

what the absolute hell was that?

"Fuck," There was a lingering sensation on his abdomen, much like the after-effects of a good punch to his gut.

Or a much deserved kick to his balls.

The door opened suddenly and Caesar, serving the most intense stank eye he could muster, entered the bathroom. He shook his head, his arms crossed over his chest and Huey almost looked sheepish.

"That shit you pulled was so ridiculous that it made me sober again."

"Shut the fuck up," Huey didn't have the mental energy to come up with an actual retort, because he had to agree with him. It had been ridiculous.

"Nah negro, don't gimme that. Now you gonna listen," He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Man, y'all were almost kissing! You were in a trance! What happened?"

"I crashed back to reality and realized that we were in the middle of the fucking dance floor maybe?" Huey shot back defensively, trying to sound nonchalant but Caesar just snorted, rolling his eyes. "Who do you think I am? Riley?"

"Who cares Huey? You were slow dancing to Daniel Caesar! It was romantic! If anything, you had a moral obligation to make a damn move!" Instead of scowling like it was expected he frowned, scratching the back of his head. "I mean, you saw for yourself that she was eager! you gotta work with me here!"And Huey had to admit, Jazmine seemed willing to do exactly what he was thinking of doing, so why did he stop?

Because he was a bitch.

"I-I froze okay! I didn't have the fucking balls, I was a punk! Riley would be fucking cackling right now!" Caesar sighed, between Jazmine and Huey he felt like a goddamn therapist.

"Man, you saw it for yourself that you have the chemistry, and if you had any doubts about how you really feel, I'm sure they were cleared up," Huey nodded defeatedly.

"Look, I dunno what you're playing at but going for a kiss and leading a girl on ain't cute. It's hella dickish actually, especially with Jaz and especially on her goddamn birthday!" Caesar crossed his arms, his brows knitting together."You're my boy but I don't appreciate nobody messing with my girl." He was his best friend, but wouldn't refrain to keep him in check, especially when it came to his other best friend.

"I know okay!" He threw up his hands in the air exasperatedly, taking Caesar aback. "I know it was a dick move! I know I shouldn't have done that! What I don't know is what the hell came over me to even consider it to be a good idea!" He furrowed his eyebrows, feeling rather stupid. "I never felt something like this before...it was an urge, I wasn't thinking."

"That's because newsflash: you like her! I'd go so far as saying that it's bearing some kinda love territory honestly, if what you're saying is true." Huey grimaced, feeling his heart quickening and absolutely hating that fact. "Why do you just make things harder for yourself? Literally just talk to her!"

Huey bit his bottom lip and just stared at his shoes for a moment, before shrugging. "Fuck it...you know what, you're right."

"What? Come again?"

"I'm not repeating myself," Caesar smirked. Well, he had been waiting for years for these exact words to come out his mouth.

"Well then, elaborate." Huey rolled his eyes a hint of a grin forming on his face.

"I gotta come clean, obviously." Caesar grinned "I feel stupid."

"Hey big guy, happens to the best of us." Caesar patted his back. "Well, at least you realized you caught the love-bug, now you can finally get proper treatment." Huey narrowed his eyes at the boy.

"You know, you are one corny nigga..."

Caesar snorted, shrugging. "one of us has to be..." He raised his eyebrows at his friend. "Well?"

"Well what?"

"Nigga what you mean what?" He smacked his afro, earning a glare. "You gonna just stand there? move! Go get yo' girl!"

"Caesar-"

"Or are you going to wait another six years?"

"Fine! Damn!" He huffed, leaving the space rather harshly, Caesar right on his tail.

"Huey Freeman told me I'm right...Goddamn, somebody pinch me!" Caesar said mockingly and Huey just felt like he might, but he had more pressing issues at hand. Jazmine was sitting at their table, Jade and Cindy beside her. Huey had only seen glimpses of the former at the party along with a group of white girls whom he assumed were Jazmine's peers from ballet. As they got closer he noticed that the fast conversation seemed to stop suddenly, and he had that horrible feeling that he was being talked about, which he never appreciated.

Cindy gave him a hard glare, but he wasn't at all fazed and just glared back. Jade looked between Huey and Jazmine with a risen eyebrow. "Hey Huey, Caesar...haven't seen you around..."

"Neither have we!" Caesar said, trying to defuse the palpable tension at the table. "Man, I got really hungry all of a sudden...think Imma head to the buffet."

"You know, now that you've mentioned it..." Jade stood up quickly, following the boy. Cindy threw him the stank eye once again before standing up herself.

"Lame nigga," She muttered loudly enough for him to hear and he rolled his eyes, looking at Jazmine who rested her head on her palm, trying to look nonchalant, but Huey could see the crimson flush that took over her whole face.

"I'm sorry," He started. It was so unlike himself to apologize ever that Jazmine's head immediately shot to his direction, her perfectly done eyebrows furrowed.

"What?"

"You heard me," He mumbled. Her eyes narrowed as she searched his face for a hint.

"What are you sorry for?" Huey felt his own cheeks get hotter and thanked his darker complexion for not making it so apparent. He sighed, this was definitely harder than he anticipated.

"The thing...at the dance floor...I didn't want to give you the wrong idea." Jazmine didn't look at him, instead focusing on the flower arrangement at the centre of the table. "It was stupid-"

"Then why would you do it then?" She cut him off, shaking her head. "I mean, first you don't even want to slow dance and then suddenly you're all over me-"

"I don't know, Jazmine," He admitted, feeling extremely stupid. "It was...I dunno, I got caught up in the moment." He admitted. They were in silence for a moment, Jazmine seemingly processing what he had just told her. "I'm sorry." He repeated. She nodded, but still refuse to make eye contact.

"Well, did you want to?" She blurted out, now looking at his face. Huey rose his eyebrows, caught off guard.

"What?"

"Did you want to," She repeated herself, but he didn't miss the shakiness on her voice. "You say you were caught in the moment, so did you actually want to...you know..." She swallowed thickly, biting her lips. "...kiss me?"

He tried to keep his face still, but his insides were in a frenzy. what was she trying to get at? He felt exposed, and he hated that feeling. "You know what? Forget it." She stood up abruptly. "This is awkward, just forget it happened-"

"Jazmine," He sighed, standing up himself and holding her by her arm. "Calm down, please? Look, I think we need to talk about some stuff."

"What stuff Huey?" She challenged him, her green eyes sharp and Huey just then realized how indignant she felt.

"Honey," Sarah crept up behind Huey, who quickly retrieved his hand from her arm. "It's time to blow out the candles okay? You grandmother wants to go back home soon." She looked between the both of them. "Everything alright?"

Jazmine stamped a smile to her mother. "Yes mom, let's go then, can't wait to taste that cake!" Sara beamed at the girl and walked ahead of her, heading to the massive, four stories high cake. Jazmine glanced back at Huey with almost a glare. "We're not done talking about this," And then stalked after her mother.

Huey huffed. Even when he wanted to open up somehow the universe prevented him to, like it was some sort of joke.

Now ain't that a bitch.

Soon they were all huddled up around the cake, for the first time Huey noticed the distinct segregation between that white and the black part of Jazmine's family and it seemed that himself and the rest of Jazmine's friends formed a sort of barrier between the families in an effort to defuse the animosity.

"So how did it go?" Caesar asked as he approached Huey.

"It didn't."

"Freeman..."

"It wasn't my fault!" He hissed as Tom was giving a blubbering speech that was barely intelligible. "Her mom cut us off, we're gonna talk properly after this...but lemme tell you, she's mad."

"Can you blame her?" Caesar quipped and Huey rolled his eyes. "Anyway, you gotta hear this, I was talking with Cindy, and you know how she can't keep anything to herself when she's drunk right?"

"What's new?"

"Well, she began ranting about how Riley right, and that you've always been a lame ass-"

"Okay!" Huey cut him annoyedly. "Again, what else is new? What's your point?"

"Man, can you shut the hell up and listen? Damn!" Caesar rolled his eyes. "I asked why, and she told me that when they were at the salon Jazmine said-"

"Okay honey, that's enough," They heard Sarah speak over the microphone rather pointedly, taking the device from Tom's hand. "Now, I think it's time to wish our special girl a very special birthday!" She beamed at her daughter and soon everyone chanted Happy Birthday. Jazmine clapped along with everybody, not really knowing what to do with herself, but her once tight expression turned into genuine glee real quick. Huey was glad, he did not want to be the one to ruin her mood for the rest of the party.

"Make a wish, baby!" Sarah urged. Jazmine's smile faltered for a brief second and her eyes locked on Huey's, though this time, unlike at lunch, it was an intense stare before she blew all the sixteen candles. Huey felt inexplicably uncomfortable so he retreated slowly back to their table.

How could such an observant person just miss just how strongly he felt about one of his best friend? But then again, the more he thought about it the more it seemed that he was just trying to avoid the fact completely. Maybe in his stupid, prepubescent mind if he just didn't think about it then maybe he'd stop feeling what he felt.

But the more he thought about it now the more it made sense...Stupid wasn't a word that many attributed to Huey, but that was all he felt. Stupid, dumb, dense...

Fucking Caesar...He just had to give him a reality check, didn't he?

He saw Jade approaching the table and he had to force himself not to roll his eyes. He didn't want to talk to anyone that wasn't Jazmine, and even that conversation wasn't something he was necessarily looking forward to.

"So, what's wrong with you?" Huey raised an eyebrow at her bluntness as she sat down next to him.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me," She shrugged. Huey narrowed his eyes at her. "I realize that stank face you got is kinda like default, but your scowl seems deeper than usual," She offered a shit-eating grin. "Jazzy got to your head, didn't she?"

"Wow, I'm sorry," He closed his eyes, shaking his head. "but I don't see how is it any of your business." She shrugged.

"Maybe it isn't, but it doesn't take away from the fact that I'm right." She focused on her perfectly done manicure, looking unnervingly nonchalant. "She talks a lot about you, you know?" Huey furrowed his eyebrows, not knowing what she was getting at, or why did she even want to engage in conversation to begin with. They weren't friends, barely acquaintances, and they knew each other for less than two weeks. The fact was that Huey didn't really like her a whole lot.

"And it's so cute too," she mocked a pout. "She doesn't even realize it, it just comes out of her mouth and her whole face lights up, like she's in one of those corny romantic comedies where the stern, stone-faced, insensitive guy falls for the ditzy, bubbly girl and realizes he's not, in fact, a heartless sociopath."

Huey felt his cheeks grow hot and he glared at the girl. "Why the hell are you telling me all this?"

"Thought you ought to know," She smirked, standing up. "Life ain't a movie."

"Are you calling me a sociopath?!" She snorted.

"Well, if the shoe fits..." And then she stalked away, leaving an open-mouthed, disgruntled Huey behind. What the hell was up with her? His patience was wearing wear thin, as it often did, but he was really trying to figure out was what the hell did she mean?

Jazmine talking about him wasn't something too out of the ordinary, she did spend a majority of time with him anyway, but how Jade put it was what really got him. Like she's in one of those corny romantic comedies.

What the hell did she mean by that?

"Huey?" He was almost startled when Jazmine crept up on him from behind, a plate with a thick slice of cake on her hands. "Ready to talk about stuff?" The sarcasm one her voice was prominent, but Huey decided not to point that out.

She guided him to an outdoor lounge area, the glass doors giving them a full view of the dance floor inside. The chilly fall silent breeze made Huey feel a lot better about this whole situation, but didn't take away from his wariness. He noticed how her front seemed to vanish as soon as they were by themselves. Jazmine didn't know how to be snippy, or mean, even when she should. Even when he deserved.

Which made things about ten times more difficult.

"Huey," She started, focusing on the slice of cake. "It's okay, I really don't want this to be a bigger deal than it has to be." Her doe eyes stared into his and for a moment he felt that funny feeling again. "Let's not make it awkward, it doesn't have to change anything," Jazmine spoke quietly. Huey let out a breath, looking Jazmine dead in the eye.

"Well," He broke the tense silence that had permeated the air. "What if...What if things did change though?" Jazmine tilted her head, her eyes narrow. "For the better, obviously."

"What do you mean?" Huey heaved out a sigh, scratching the back of his head. It was incredible how he could argue his political points of view easily, but couldn't convey his feelings for someone whom he'd known since the age of ten.

"Jazmine," He stared at her, his scowl subconsciously deepened. "I've uh...Caesar opened my eyes to a fact that has been obvious for years...and I was too dense to notice." He swallowed. "A fact about myself..." He knew he was stalling, but this was definitely harder than he anticipated.

"And that fact would be..."

"That fact would be that..." He had to fight not to lose himself into her eyes again. She looked almost worried, and that was understandable. Huey was never one to beat around the bush. He'd just say what he wanted to say, not caring about being polite, rude, blunt...so why did he suddenly feel like he had swallowed a ton of bricks? "Jazmine, I think that I might...I'm positive that..." He heaved a sigh, frustrated at himself, and then he just decided to bite the bullet. "Jazmine, I like-"

"Oh no!" Jazmine took a sharp intake of breath, covering her mouth with her hands and Huey almost thought that he had caused that reaction, but soon noticed that she wasn't looking at him. "Oh my god! What is going on in there?!" Huey turned around to see a great commotion taking place on the dance floor. At first, he couldn't exactly tell what was happening, but the more it became clear, the more heated he got.

Who the fuck was the universe kidding?

The thing was, Riley wasn't even planning on whooping some ass that night.

He was relaxed, chilling with his girl, having some fun, but most importantly, he was drunk. He wasn't shit-faced, passed out drunk, but he was drunk enough, and even though he was trying his hardest to appear sober than he actually was, he didn't really give a fuck.

He just really did not need that kind of shit to ruin his night.

"Wait a damn minute," Cindy slurred, interrupting their make-out session to squint at a table. "Ain't that Jazmine's nigga?"

"Wut nigga?" Riley was confused. Since when did Jazmine have a nigga? Wasn't Huey supposed to be Jazmine's nigga?

"Look, fool!" She pointed unsteadily, "See? It's him! Shit, I gotta tell Jazz!" Riley squinted at the place Cindy, trying his damndest to focus, and saw a familiar looking dude, but in his state couldn't exactly pinpoint who was that. "She been waiting fo' his ass. This is gonna be fun," Cindy smirked, a mischievous look on her face.

"Why you gotta tell her anything tho?" He held Cindy back, squeezing her butt. "Let's she handle her own nigga, you can handle yours..." He smirked seductively at Cindy, who bit her lip, but shook her head anyway.

"Nah, you don't geddit. That's important." Riley frowned, wanting nothing more than lock his tongue into hers once again. "C'mon, let's find her," and so they went in search of the birthday girl.

Riley was finding it incredibly hard to keep track of where Cindy was dragging him, which was why he almost stumbled over her when she stopped abruptly. He was just about to tell her off when he saw him.

And suddenly, he felt very sober again.

"What the fuck is you doing in here?" Cindy's voice, though shocked was firm, her eyes not backing away from the dude in front of her.

"Aw Cindy, didn't think I'd miss this bomb ass party, did you?" Brandon sneered in a sickeningly way. "It wasn't really that hard to crash in anyway, security didn't really give a fuck." Riley watched how he was eating her up with his eyes, a hungry look on his face. "Damn, you looking hot as hell-"

"Nah, yo ass lookin' for hate," Riley stood in front of Cindy, feeling a burning rage bubbling up inside him. "The hell is yo' bumass doin' here anyway? Beat it, nigga!" Brandon snorted, sneering down at Riley.

"Or what?" His shoulder squared up, a failed attempt to try and intimidate Riley. "You better find someone your size to play with, I ain't gonna hesitate to beat some freshman ass." He snarled, Riley felt his fists clench up.

"Reez-" Cindy tried pulling his shoulder back but Riley quickly shrugged it off.

"Wuz good nigga?! Gimme a reason to beat dat fatass!" By now they were gaining some attention, but Riley couldn't even acknowledge it as he almost instinctively got on a stance. "Ain't nobody gon' treat mah girl any sorta way."

"You mean your bitch."

Riley didn't even realize his fist had made direct contact with the boy's jaw.

It was a quick, but damaging fight. Riley, even in his drunken state, had his family to thank for his quick reflexes. Brandon could be strong and beefy as hell, but he got tired quickly and was too slow for Riley. The punches he had got in surely were damaging and Riley could feel something trickle down his nose, but between the alcohol in his system and the pure adrenaline, he was somewhat numb.

Riley punched his abdomen and Brandon doubled over, giving him the perfect opportunity to slam his knee against his face. Brandon stumbled back on the cake table, collapsing on what was left of it, but Riley couldn't even acknowledge the mess as the pinned Brandon down, holding his collar with one hand and busting his fist on the other boy's face with the other, the rage taking over his intoxicated mind.

That nigga wanted to war? Then Riley was gonna take him to war.

"Riley! Riley what the hell!"He felt himself being pulled back harshly. He saw a cloud of afro hair and his scowl deepened, trying to pull away from the grasp. "Riley that's enough! He's already down!"

"I don't give a fuck nigga, I told y'all I was ready to kill a muthafucka!" Riley spat, easily leaving his brother grasp and lunging back at his position. Just this quick moment left him defenseless enough for Brandon to throw one last hefty punch to his temple, causing Riley to see stars.

His ears started ringing and his head started reeling, His eyes heavy and his mind fuzzy. Brandon was escorted away forcefully by security and Riley felt a hold on his shoulder just as he felt his knees buckling.

"Damn," Caesar winced, examining his face. Riley was becoming more aware of the dull pain on his face and fists, but just slightly, his mind was so hazy that he could barely acknowledge any of it. "Can you walk?"

"Yes I can nigga, get off me," Riley snapped swaying slightly on his feet when he shoved Caesar away, ignoring how the room was spinning even though he was still.

Huey gave him a wary look as he tried to steady himself on his feet and rolled his eyes, getting another grip of the boy. "Just shut the fuck up, Riley,"

Riley looked around the hall, sneering at all the terrified faces. "And what the fuck are y'all lookin' at?"

This was a mess.

In the most literal sense possible.

Cake seemed to be smeared everywhere, the adorned table lais broken on the floor and Huey felt like punching the next white person who looked at him with a sneer on their faces.

Nevermind that he wasn't the one fighting, nevermind that the white kid who showed up uninvited stirred up all this chaos. Trust these rowdy negroes to start some trouble.

And Huey felt obligated to at least try to do some damage control. He had to find Jazmine.

"Man, it's always something with this nigga," Caesar mumbled, shaking his head at Riley. Huey couldn't help but agree.

"Can you take him to the car?" He tossed the boy the keys, "I need to go find Jazmine." He saw a hint of a smirk forming on his friend's face.

"See, that's what I'm talking about my man," Huey rolled his eyes. "C'mon Reez, work with me here," Caesar wrapped Riley's arm around his neck and the younger boy didn't even put up a fight, probably realizing he was in no state to do so.

"Where's Cindy?" Riley slurred.

"I dunno man, we'll worry about her later." Reassured Caesar as they walked away from the scene.

Huey had no idea where Jazmine had run off too. She had entered with him to see what was going on but he had lost track of her as soon as he saw Riley fighting.

Thankfully, he didn't have to run around too much. He returned to the place they had been sitting previously and saw her sitting at the table, frowning when he noticed she was crying. He sighed just about slide the door open when something, or rather somebody stopped him.

He felt his heart drop to somewhere around his bladder when he saw Peter sitting beside her. Where the hell did he even come from?!

Huey had half a mind to just turn around and walk away, but something kept him glued to the spot. He watched them talking, Jazmine probably venting about what had happened, he watched when she rested her head on his shoulder, much like she did with him often, and he watched...

It seemed as though the world was in slow motion. Peter looked down at her with an empathetic smile, whispered something in her ear, caressed her chin, leaned his head in and...

Huey didn't know what exactly did the universe have against him, but right now he felt like it had just shoved a foot up his ass.

Anybody else feeling Huey's pain right now?

Okay y'all, so with this chap we wrap up the first "act" of the fic in a way. Things from now on are gonna get more serious...and spicy ;)

LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS THINK! Your girl over here is thirsty for some reviews! You guys keep me motivated and eager to keep improving!

Also, between this and the next Big Thing there is some blank ground to cover, and since I don't want to rush things, I'm accepting some prompts! What would you like to see in this fic?

Yo, by the way I had this crazy idea last night at like, 4 a.m of a Fem!Riley fic and started writing a draft. I see there's very little genderbend material in the Boondocks fandom, so would anybody be interested in seeing something like that? It wouldn't actually be like, a whole ass fic, just a series of drabbles... Let me know!

PS:: The songs mentioned on this chap are "I Wanna Love You" By Akon and "Blessed" By Daniel Caesar!

Stay healthy and in ya own damn houses!

XOXO

-Ágatha