Hi, I am so sorry I have not updated in forever and a day! Things have been really hectic lately, what with school and not. Sooo I know this chapter isn't the longest but it's a bridge to the next big event in my story soooooo be very excited!

WatIfAngel93

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Chapter 8: The Adventures of Huey Freeman part 3

"Where the hell is that boy?" Robert exclaimed in annoyance as he paced back and forth in his decorated living room.

Peyton was wondering the same thing as she sat angrily on the couch. She had called Huey an hour ago saying to meet her at his house, she was going to kill that boy.

His aunt Cookie, Riley, Jasmine, Cindy and even Sarah had shown up to the party, and they all stood around the room, bored.

Peyton sighed and dialed his number again, only to find that it cut straight to voice mail. Growling in frustration, she slammed her cell phone down on the couch.

"As soon as I see him I am gonna kill him!" Peyton exclaimed.

Riley chuckled and shook his head. "No you aint!"

"And why aint I?" Peyton yelled at him, whirling on the boy.

"Cuz youuuu sprung!" Riley began to sing. "He got you doin things you never do, If you aint hear, I'm telling you! You sprung! You- OW!"

Peyton rubbed her fist as Riley lay on the couch, holding his face where she had punched him. Everyone in the room chuckled at the boy's expense.

Jasmine sighed. "Maybe we shouldn't have kept it a surprise. We shoulda just told him."

"Then he really wouldn't have shown up!" Peyton exclaimed, grabbing her cell phone again. "I'll try him again."

Sarah stared out of the living room window, worriedly. "Tom's not home either, I'm worried."

Robert put a comforting hand on Sarah's shoulder. "Calm down Sarah. Tom is a very powerful District Attorney who has put many thugs, criminals, killers, drug dealers, and rapist away." He paused for a minute. "Even though some of them got out." He paused again. "And they prolly lookin for him." Another pause. "Eh, just forget what I said."

"I'm worried." Cookie said, fixing things on Huey's birthday cake. "Huey's not the type to pull something like this."

"He probably figured out we were throwin him a surprise party." Riley said, still rubbing his cheek. "That's why he aint show up."

Peyton sighed and slouched on the couch. "I give up. After all dis work, I swear when I see him he better be sick, bleeding, and about to pass out!"

Suddenly, the lock on the door clicked and opened slowly, revealing a very tired and worn out Huey. He stopped when he saw the room, and everyone in the room staring at him. Peyton stood and crossed her arms, an angry look on her face.

Huey sighed and ran a hand through his afro. "Please be mad at me tomorrow, I've had a long, loooong day…"

Robert glared at his grandson. "Oh heeeeelllll no! Do you know I spent over a hundred dollars on dis party!? I barely spend that much on my taxes! You betta straighten yoself out and have some damn cake and ice cream!"

"And where's Tom?" Sarah asked him. "I thought he was with you."

"Toms at home now, some cops helped me bring him in." Huey said nonchalantly, making his way toward the stairs.

"What!?" Sarah exclaimed before bolting out of the house, along with Jasmine.

Peyton suddenly caught sight of his hand that was bleeding. "What the hell happened to your hand?!"

Before Huey could say anything, Peyton already started inspecting his bloodied hand. Huey sighed in slight annoyance, but allowed the girl to fuss over him.

"OH Huey!" Cookie exclaimed, taking him upstairs towards his bed room. "Peyton, you take Huey upstairs and I'll get some pain killers for him."

Peyton nodded and ushered Huey upstairs, who still had a very annoyed expression on his face. After Cookie gave him the pain killers and once he was in his room, Huey immediately fell to his bed in pure exhaustion. Peyton closed the door behind herself and glared at her friend as he drifted off to sleep.

"Oh hell no Huey!" Peyton exclaimed before jumping on top of his bed. "You are not goin to sleep until you tell me what the hell happened today!"

Huey groaned in annoyance and tried to push the girl off. "Pey, I'm not in the mood."

"Then get in the god damn mood." Peyton said, sitting on his back. "Do you know how hard it was to plan this party! No, ya obviously don't!"

Huey rolled his eyes. "Pey…"

"Bakin that stupid cake for you on short notice!"

"Pey…" he said again, trying to interrupt the girls rambling.

"Flyin yo Aunt Cookie out here just for it!"

Huey sat up a bit to stare annoyingly at the girl. "Pey."

"Aaaaaaaaaaand gettin Mr. Freeman to pay for it!" Peyton babbled off. "You know how hard all this shit was??!!"

Peyton stared at him expectantly, while he gave her a dazed look. Suddenly Huey flipped her over so that she lay next to him, her back facing him and his arms around her waist. Peyton let out a small squeak at the sudden action.

"H-huey, what are you doin?" she asked, a slight nervousness to her tone.

"I'm tryin to go to sleep, so if you could be quite that would be really nice." Huey grumbled against her hair.

Peyton rolled her eyes and turned in his grip so that she was facing him. His eyes were closed and his breathing was beginning to even out, telling her that he was trying to relax, his frustration lines easing. Peyton's expression softened, he looked so peaceful when he was sleeping. She tried to move out of his grip so that she could get out of bed, but found that his strength, even when sleeping, was too great for her. Now that's just sad.

"Huey…" Peyton called to him softly, poking him in the shoulder. "Huuuuueeeeyyyy!"

The afro adorned activist was out like a rock. Peyton groaned in exasperation. 'Damn pain killers!!!'

Peyton sighed and lay back down, deciding that she wasn't going to get out there any time soon. But she had to admit, she wasn't really complaining much about the situation.

"Peyton…" she heard him grumble.

Peyton's eyes widened and she looked up to see if her best friend was awake. Nope, still out. Was he dreaming about her? Her heart beat a little faster at the thought, and a blush crept onto her cheeks. It deepened when Huey pulled her closer in his sleep, bringing her too rest on his chest. Peyton sighed and closed her eyes to sleep, deciding that this was fate's way of torturing her for its own sick pleasure. If it was… Damn fate was good.