Chapter 6: The Adventures of Huey Freeman!
Huey groaned as his cell phone went off, loudly playing 'Fight the Power' over and over again. He sat up and sighed as he pried his eyes open to welcome the new day which happen to be a day he could care less about. His birthday. Yes, Huey Freeman was turning 17 years old today, one more year until he would be probably going to college, one more year until his granddad would officially kick him out of the house. He rolled his eyes at the thought and grabbed his cell phone and frowned slightly at the screen.
Huey, sorry I cant go 2 da movies wit u 2day, I had sum changed plans. I hope ur not mad and I promise I'll make it up 2 u 2 night! Luv ya, sorry, and see u later!! –Peyton
He raised an eyebrow and pulled himself out of bed. This was probably the first time Peyton had canceled any plans made between them. And what other plans could she have possibly had?! These were the questions running through the afro wearing Freeman's mind.
As he walked down the stairs he noticed that the Freeman household was quiet, too quiet... The kitchen, he found, was empty and had no sign that anyone had been in there except for a small letter on the refrigerator with Granddad's scrawled writing.
"Huey,
Gone to da store, be back later. Don't tear up da house, don't drink my orange juice, and do not let Riley come in here wit no hoochies! I'm tired of yall ungrateful nigros always breakin da rules, back in my day-"
Huey crumpled up the note before he could get into any further detail. So he was home alone for the day. On his birthday. His 17th birthday.
He sighed and went to make himself some breakfast. "So what, it's just a birthday."
With Peyton...
"Mr. Freeman are you sure we should be doin this? Huey hates surprises." Peyton said as she rode in the front seat of Robert's car.
Robert laughed. "Of course! Da boy don't know how ta have fun, he need ta loosin up, be getting on my last nerves sometimes."
Riley laughed from the back seat. "Yeah, and wait till he find out it was Pey idea!"
"It was not my idea!" Peyton yelled at Riley with an attitude. "All I said was it would be nice too throw Huey a party. Mr. Freeman's da one who actually took it seriously and started da whole stupid planning committee."
Robert glared at her making Peyton laugh nervously. "Um, I mean, good idea Mr. Freeman."
Jasmine rolled her eyes. "Pey's right you know. Huey probably will kill us when he finds out."
"Not Pey. All we gotta do is push her in da house and wait." Riley said.
Peyton raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think that'll work?"
"Cuz Huey loooooooooooooooooooooooooooves u!" Jasmine jumped in with an excited squeal.
Peyton blushed furiously at the comment. "No he doesn't!"
"Yes he does!" Jasmine fought back.
"No he doesn't!"
"Yes he does!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" Robert yelled at the, making the whole car go silent.
"Jasmine, stop messin wit Peyton and getting on my last nerves before I kick yo ass out my car!"
Peyton sent Jasmine a cocky look before Robert went on. "And Peyton, come too yo god damn senses, stop denyin da fact dat dat negro luuuves you, AND stop getting on my damn nerves before I kick YOU out da car oo! Now I aint playin wit yall!"
Riley burst out laughing while Peyton and Jasmine sat stunned at the old man's word, who had started singing to an old song on the radio.
With Huey...
Huey had just eaten breakfast and was moving on too take a shower when the doorbell rang, much too his annoyance. He hated when visitors came over on his birthday to wish him a 'Happy One' as Tom would put it.
He leaned one the door with one hand and looked through the peep hole only too see the happy grinning face of Tom Dubois. Huey sighed and opened up slowly.
"Yes, Mr. Dubois?"
"Hey Huey, Is your Grandfather –"
"No Mr. Dubois."
"Well do you know when he'll-"
"No I do not Mr. Dubois."
"Well what are you doing today Huey?" Tom asked him before Huey could shut the door.
Huey stopped, obviously surprised, and raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Well I have 2 tickets to a National Martial Arts competition in town and I know you like that type of stuff, Sarah's not home, and Jasmine left early this morning with Peyton so-"
"Wait, Jasmine left wit Peyton?" Huey suddenly asked.
Tom nodded. "Yeah, Peyton spent the night over our house last night and they left as soon as I got down too breakfast."
Huey's eye's narrowed in wonder and he thought about the situation. 1. Peyton told him she had other plans today so she couldn't time with him. 2. Granddad had left before he woke up to, and surprisingly so did Riley, and now Jasmine was gone. What the hell was going on?
"Huuuuuueeeeeyyyy! So do you wanna go?" Tom asked in attempt to snap the boy out of his trance.
Huey shook his head to get his head straight. "What?"
"I said do you wanna go?" Tom asked him again with a bit of annoyance.
Huey sighed and shrugged. "Fine, when does it start?"
Tom smiled giddily. "Half an hour! Meet me over at my house in twenty minutes!"
Huey shook his head as he watched the District Attorney run happily back over to his house. He knew this was going to be a long day.
With Peyton…
"Okay, this is just ridiculous." Peyton said as Jasmine nodded her head in agreement.
Robert looked at the two sets up paper plates he held up. "What's wrong wit em?"
Peyton sighed and grabbed one of the paper plates. "For one, Huey thinks Ronald Reagan is the devil, and two," she grabbed the other set. "He is not having a baby Mr. Freeman."
"Well dese was da cheapest ones Peyton, I do not see da problem with Ronald Reagan plates. Dey gone get dirty! You gone have ta throw em out anyway!" Robert proclaimed before snaching the plates back. "Now choose!"
Peyton's eyes wandered from the plates to the other designs, one particular caught her eye. "Oooh, what about these?"
Peyton picked up the plates and showed them the black fist design with red frames
Robert grabbed the plates. "Girl, am I made out of money? Dese is 20 dollas for two sets!"
Peyton took the plates back and gave Robert an sweet smile. "And I'll buy em."
Jasmine jumped into the conversation. "And the matching cups?"
"And the matching cups." Peyton added picking up the paper cups that had the words 'Fight the Power' going around it, which just happened to be Huey's favorite song.
Robert crossed his arms and huffed. "Well Ms. Smarty Pants, what about the other decorations?"
Peyton smiled and pointed at the whole 'Fight the Power' themed decoration aisle. Roberts huffed at Peyton being right and went to go pick out the rest of the decorations. Jasmine sat there dumb struck.
"What the hell kid of party store is this?" she whispered to Peyton so that the dashiki dressed cashier wouldn't hear her.
Peyton shrugged and followed Roberts lead while Jasmine went off to find Riley, who had followed a group of cheerleaders away from the group.
With Huey…
Huey and Tom walked into the large stadium filled with cheering fans and reporters. Huey had been stuck in a car with Tom talking about one of his most recent cases about... well Huey didn't remember what it was about, but it was still annoying, so this was his reward for that grueling 10 minutes.
Already there were two men in the ring beating the crap out of each other, both fighting for the large trophy that sat on the table over shadowing the others.
Before they even got too their seats, one of the two men was thrown over them into the crowd, yelling in pain as he went. Huey's eyes moved to the man standing in the middle of the ring, Bushido Brown.
"Hey, do you know if its safe sitting this close too the ring?" Tom asked as they sat down.
Huey rose an eyebrow. "You bought the tickets, and you don't know if their safe or not?"
Tom rubbed the back of his neck. "Actually, I didn't buy the tickets. They were a gift from Peyton."
" Peyton and Jasmine?" Huey repeated. "Why would they buy you tickets to this?"
Tom shrugged. "I dunno, but they said I needed to get out more, they wouldnt tell me anything else."
Huey crossed his arms and sighed. Something was up with Peyton, but he didnt know what. Another man flew past Huey and landed in the seat next to his, unconscious and very beaten up.
A very scared looking announcer stepped out into the ring and grabbed the mic that had lowered from the ceiling. "O-okay, that was Bushido's 10th victory for this competition and now its time for the random Get in The Ring contest, the l-l-lucky winner will be able too step into the ring with the champion, Bushido Brown."
Tom laughed. "Man, I'd hate to be stuck in the ring with him."
Huey merely shrugged and looked at his ticket, he wanted to get in the ring with Bushido and get his rematch.
"And the winner is!" the announcer said before reaching into a hat on the table. "Seat D24!"
Huey looked at his ticket, D23, so that meant…
"Uh Mr. Dubois…"
"Yeah?" Tom said after looking up from his popcorn.
"That's your seat." Huey said calmly.
Tom stared dumbstruck at him. "What! But my seat's 24D!"
Huey slapped his forehead, annoyed at the man's stupidity. "No, it's D24."
Tom looked at his waiting opponent in the ring and gulped down his popcorn. "Uh, do I have to?"
Bushido glared at him from behind his sun glasses. "I'd prefer a much stronger opponent then you, but you'll do."
The announcer of the match ran up the stairs toward Tom, panting as he came. He hunched over in exhaustion and held the microphone up to Tom.
"Please, tell us your name please." he panted.
"Uh, I'm Tom Dubois."
"Well, Tom, if you win against Bushido you'll be named champion, and win 5,000."
Tom's jaw dropped at the number. "F-five-thousand dollars?" he leaned over to Huey. "I should go up, I'm just a spectator. They wont really hurt me just make it look real."
Huey shook his head. "Mr. Dubois I don't-"
Tom stood up. "I'll do it!"
The entire stadium erupted into applause as Tom followed the announcer down to the ring. Huey sighed and sat back to watch the show. He knew he was going to have to get in the ring somehow; all he had to do was simply wait.
A/N yea I kno its short but I had to update something, and its not one of my best, well vote on the polls on my page and review!!