A/N: Let's keep on rollin...enjoy!

Chapter 8: Guns N' Roses

Outside…

Carmela was holding a pistol and cursing up a storm. The red hot latina was just destroying any and every thing in her path.

"Hey." Huey spoke softly, tapping her shoulder.

She instantly pointed the gun right at Huey's heart. "Back up." she commanded.

"Whoa whoa whoa! Take it easy, Shaft!" Huey said pushing the gun away from him.

Carmela chuckled. "You're funny just like your brother. In a different way of course."

"Yea so how old are you, Mela?"

"I'm sixteen years young." she replied.

"Oh that's interesting." Huey placed a hand on his chin. "So you're a junior, right?"

"Yep yep, Class of 09!" she laughed.

"Heh…so is your name, Mela or is that a nickname…"

"Actually my government name is Carmela and Mela is just my street name, ya know?"

"Uh huh. Well I was listening to your father and I think he's an asshole."

"Finally someone who agrees. My mother is too afraid to admit it…she's in denial."

"But that doesn't give you an excuse to live the thug life." he looked her straight in the eye.

"Well when you ain't got no one to love you, who else can I turn to?"

"Violence is never the answer. Crime gets you locked-up, you're adding to the stats, man."

"No cuz I ain't gettin' caught."

"But still, you can do better with your life You're a good cook!"

"Thanks but I saw you eatin' some vegetables or some shit…none of my chili."

"Yea well I try to eat nothin' but greens for the most part."

"But yo thanks for cheerin' me up, chico!" Carmela threw her arms around Huey's neck and gave him a BIG hug.

"So no more crimes?" Huey asked.

"No more crimes." Carmela smiled.

"Ok that's great. Well just know that you don't need your parents love only, you can get love from many other sources. Just not gangs."

"Thanks I'll take that into consideration." she smiled staring at the sun in the sky.

"Now let's head back inside." Huey said grabbing Carmela's hand to lead into the household.

Back inside…

Huey walked back into the house with Carmela. Granddad was still eating chili, Lucy was washing dishes and Arturo was in the living room watching Hector play on TV.

"See all he cares about is Hector. Well I say FUCK HECTOR!" Mela gritted her teeth.

"Just calm down." Huey then felt a weird sensation come to his lower side. He took his mobile out of its case and looked at the CallerID. It read 'Jazmine' and his heart instantly started to skip beats. Smiley Faces by Gnarls Barkley helped Carmela come to the decision that a girl was calling him.

I need to know this - cause I notice when you're smilin'
Out in the sun havin' fun and you're feelin' free
And I can tell you know how hard this life can be
But you keep on smilin' for me

"Hello."

"Hey Huey, whatcha up to?"

"I'm at the new neighbors house right now."

"Oh well, Cindy and Caesar wanna go a…" Jazmine giggled not being able to finish her sentence.

"Date?" Huey finished the obvious question.

"Oh yes, so do you want to?" Jazmine had her fingers crossed.

"Yes Jazmine."

"HOORAY!" she yelled through the receiver. "Well I gotta go get ready. Come and pick me up at eight, okay?"

"Alright."

"Okay, buh-bye kisses!" she giggled.

"Goodbye Jazmine." he then flipped his phone shut.

"Oh who was you cupcakin' with?" Carmela teased.

"Just my friend…" Huey lied.

"Whatever, nigga!" Carmela's voice resembled Riley's former eight-year old voice perfectly.

"Carmela…" Huey put his finger up. "Don't ever say that again!"

"Haha, okay but yo how about I tag along on this date too. I can bring Esco."

"Good luck with convincing Riley with that."

"Nah it ain't even like that cuz he already said we'd go on a date tonight."

"Wow…" Huey was amazed. "He must really like you then."

"I hope so. Well is alright if I come then?" she said giving him puppy dog eyes.

"Sure why the hell not?" Huey grinned.

"Ok well I'm gonna go freshen up and junk, I'll holla at ya later, peaceazy!" she threw two fingers to the side. Huey laughed, because that reminded him of his little brother, Riley.

Meanwhile in Riley's room…

A shirtless Riley was beating up a punching bag. The Chicago native was throwing lightning fast lefts and rights at the bag. He then stopped instantly when he heard his phone ringing. The sounds of 'Duffle Bag Boy' indicated to him that someone was calling him.

If I don't do nothin I'm a ball
I'm countin all day like a clock on the wall
Now go and get your money little duffle bag boy
Said go and get your money little duffle bag boy get money
And I ain't ever ran from a nigga and I
Damn sho ain't bout to pick today to start runnin
Look honey I ain't never ran from a nigga and I
Damn sho ain't bout to pick today to start runnin get money

"Wuts good?" Riley breathed heavily, still tired from working out.

"Nothing, ol' chap!" Bif said casually.

"Man what the hell does your snobby ass want?"

"It's simple, us Preps would like to issue an open challenge, Mr. Louis Rich." Bif took a quick sip of his tea. "My fellows and I versus you and your hoodlums."

"So I'm guessin' Derby wants a re-re? He wants to get that ass whooped again?" Riley laughed. "It's a shame not only he has to get whooped, but now you and your dickridin' friends gotta take it too!"

"I beg to differ…but do you accept?"

"Hells yeah!"

"Alright meet us tomorrow at Woodcrest Square Mall at five o' clock, goodbye ol' bean!"

"Peace bitch!" Riley pressed END on his phone. He then threw his phone back on his bed and proceeded back to beating the hell out of Huey's punching bag. Riley threw one vicious haymaker after another until his whole arm went through the bag. Now The Freeman brothers room looked like beach with all the sand on the floor. Just on cue Huey walked in and smacked his forehead at the sight.

"Riley, what the hell?" Huey looked at his empty punching bag.

"My b, I'll clean it up and buy you a new one!"

"Do it now, we're about to go soon."

"Go where?" Riley said as he grabbed a broom and began to clean the floor.

"Out to dinner with me, Jazmine, Cindy, Caesar and Carmela."

"How you know bout Mela?"

"Long story…I'm sure she'll tell you later tonight." Huey then looked inside his closet.

"Hmm…what to wear?" he pondered. He then came around his olive green combat suit. "Perfect."

"Damn nigga is you goin' to dinner or World War Three?!" Riley laughed as he looked through his own closet.

"I think I'm gonna go with my Throwback Walter Payton Chicago Bears white jersey and my orange Dickies shorts." he spoke to himself. He quickly threw on the outfit and then finished it off by putting on four platinum chains including the one given to him by Thugnificent.

"Ready?" Huey said grabbing his keys.

"Yea man let's bounce!" Riley grabbed his wallet.

Inside Huey's car…

"Ight hold on man, it's only 7:45 why the hell we leavin' early?" Riley rudely asked.

"Well we need to introduce Carmela to the gang." Huey said starting the car.

"So smart…my ass." Riley muttered.

"Wanna walk?"

"…"

"Ok then." Huey backed out of the driveway and then pulled into Jazmine's driveway.

"Wow that was pointless. I'm gonna go get Mela, meet ya back here in five mins!" Riley got out of the passenger's seat and put his stunna shades on. Huey watched Riley 'pimp walk' down the sidewalk towards Carmela's house. Now exiting the vehicle himself, Huey made his way toward his angel's front door. He eagerly pressed the doorbell and waited for the door to open. The door flew open and their stood his beautiful mulatto goddess. Jazmine once again managed to put some conditioner in her hair to straighten it. Her sandy brown hair was falling down her back, flowing freely through the crisp evening air. She had on a beautiful pearl white dinner dress. All she needed was a crown and she would look like a queen, his queen.

"Hey babycakes!" Jazmine said sweetly hugging Huey.

"Jazmine." Huey looked her up and down. "You look beautiful." he then grabbed her hand and gave it a sweet little kiss.

"Oh that's the second nicest thing you've ever said to me." Jazmine beamed.

"What's the first?" Huey said scratching his head.

"The thing you ALMOST told me earlier." she looked at him dreamily.

"Oh that thing! Well Jazmine DuBois, I lo-" Huey then stopped what he was saying due to the interruption of Jazmine's Sidekick ringing.

'Shit!' they both thought at the same time.

Jazmine looked at the CallerID and noticed it was no other than Cindy calling her at a time like this.

"Hey Cindy…" Jazmine mumbled into the phone.

"Um did I interrupt something?"

"No…so what's up?" Jazmine tried to sound interested in talking.

"Nothing, just wanted to know if ya'll was on the way or not…"

"We're about to leave now, okay?"

"Ok, bye Mrs. Freeman!" Cindy teased.

"Buh-bye, Mrs. Caesar!" Jazmine giggled and then pressed END on her phone.

"You did tell Cindy and Caesar that we can't pick em' up, right?

"WHY NOT?!" Jazmine yelled shaking Huey's shoulders.

"My car is a four door, not a six door."

"Oh darn…uh wait I thought only me, you, Cindy and Caesar was going?"

"Nah we comin' too!" Riley said barging in through the front door with a latina clinked onto him. Carmela had her hair in cornrows with red, white and blue beads to represent Puerto Rico. She was also wearing a denim catsuit only zipped up enough to barely cover her cleavage.

"Hola Huey!" Carmela said adjusting her stunna shades. She then looked at Jazmine.

'Fake ass Mariah Carey' she thought to herself.

"Hey chica, me llamo Carmela, what's yours?"

"My name is Jazmine, nice to meet you!" she said with an extended hand. The two shook hands briefly before letting go.

"Yo Huey guess what?!" Riley jumped up and down excitedly.

"You have finally decided to become an intelligent black man?"

"Hell naw…but Mela has an Escalade!"

"Yep, that means we can all take my whip!" Carmela flashed the keys.

"How nice of you, Carmela." Jazmine said.

"Yea…I've had a change of heart as of late." Carmela then grabbed Riley's hand, and then winked at Huey.

"Well let's roll out then!" Riley then lead everyone to the Escalade.

Meanwhile at Cindy's House…

"So Mikey…" Cindy purred, and then giggled. "how do I look?" Cindy had on a Sean John yellow tank top that barely covered her four-pack, a denim miniskirt and yellow and navy blue Reebok classics.

"Whoa, where did that come from?!" he said pointing at Cindy's stomach area.

"Well you know bein a balla like me comes with its perks…HOLLA!" she giggled. "But you still ain't answer my question…"

"Oh my b, baby!" Caesar scratched the back of his head. "I think you look drop-dead gorgeous tonight, but that ain't nothin' new to you, right?" he then gave her a quick peck on the lips.

Caesar was wearing a red Mos Def hoody with some black Southpole jeans and some all back Fila BB64's.

BEEP-BEEP!

"Somebody's here." Caesar then took a quick glance out of the blinds. "Hmm…that doesn't look like Huey's Black Panthermobile."

The young couple looked out the window at the large SUV crookedly parked in Cindy's driveway. The sounds of 'New York Shit' by Busta Rhymes was being blasted from the system of the Escalade. Suddenly all four doors popped opened and revealed who the mystery driver and passengers were.

"Holy shit!" Cindy yelled. "Look at those rims!"

"Huey, Riley, Jazmine and…" Caesar stopped once he noticed Carmela stepping out of the driver's seat. "Who's that mamacita right there?"

"Hell if I know but all I know is she gots a MONSTER whip!" Cindy squealed in delight. "We ridin' dirty tonight!"

"Hey Cindy! Caesar! Get ya'll asses in this Eskolade now!" Riley barked.

5 minutes later…

"So where the hell are we goin?" Mela asked while she played with the radio.

"I say Red Lobster!" Riley grinned.

"Yea they got them cheddar biscuits!"

"And I got some coupons too!" Cindy whipped them out of her purse.

Jazmine had her head buried into Huey's chest. She felt immortal in that position.

"Red Lobster? Are you okay with that?" Jazmine spoke softly looking up at Huey.

"Sure, I'll just get the damn biscuits and maybe a salad." he kissed her on the forehead.

At Red Lobster…

Carmela and Riley was tearing up their fried lobster. Crumbs were everything. Caesar and Cindy were feeding each other. Jazmine was eating some shrimp. Huey was just observing everyone from a distance.

"Damn ya'll ain't eat today or something?" Huey asked.

"This…shit…is…so…damn good…better…than…SEX!" Carmela munched vigorously.

Huey slapped his forehead and then shifted his focus to Jazmine. "So how is it?"

"The food's great!" Jazmine said cheerfully.

"No, I mean how does it feel to know that we feel the same way about each other?" Huey asked, waiting for an answer.

"It's simply a joy!" she exclaimed.

"MELA!" Riley yelled as she took his last piece of fried lobster.

"Time for you to learn how to be a gentleman." she teased.

"Hah! The day Riley becomes a gentleman is the day Gangstalicious is diagnosed with AIDS!" Caesar laughed uncontrollably.

"Well ight then, Mela you can have it, boo!" Riley grinned.

Suddenly all the televisions in the restaurant turned to MTV News.

"Whussup world, this is Sway with some breaking news. Rapper Gangstalicious has been diagnosed with AIDS!" Sway read off his cue cards in shock.

"Wow just wow." Caesar sighed.

The whole table erupted in laughter.

Later that night, at The DuBois Residence…

"Huey, can you stay with me tonight?" Jazmine asked rubbing Huey's arm.

"Don't you think we're going a little too fast?" he asked with a deep blush creeping across his face.

"No!" Jazmine giggled. "It's not like that, I just want you to protect me in your arms!"

"Alright, I'll stay but no funny business." he pointed at her.

"Sir yes sir!" she kissed him softly. He then picked her up bridal style and took her up to her private quarters.

Meanwhile at the Rodriquez Casa…

"Riley…you showed me a really good time." Mela took her shades off.

"You did too, boo…" Riley also took off his shades.

"You know, you're the realist nigga I've ever been with."

"Same here, ma…" he stared into her crimson eyes.

"JUST KISS ME DAMMIT!" Carmela grabbed him by the collar into a powerful but loving kiss.

Love and happiness is definitely in the air…but how long can that last before The Preps put their revenge plan into effect? Find out in Chapter 9: The Preps vs. The Boondocks!

A/N: Wow…finally I'm done. Now it's time to start working on 'The Return of The Killer Kung Fu Wolf Bitch'…so you guys know the dealio…reviews are very appreciated, until next time…HOLLA!

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