The next day, Huey and Riley went to work. Deciding that proving he was a cheater would only make them look like they were just trying to get rid of him. A better plan was to get him to break up with her. That way, she'd be miserable and want to stay with THEM instead of a dorm. Hey, they were kids. They could be selfish for a little while longer.
Huey smirked when he saw Anthony stroll into the house the next morning. He hadn't gotten two steps in, before slipping on something and came down hardon his back.
"Wups! My bad, Anthony," Riley said, leaning over the fallen boy's face. He waved a handfull of green pellets and grinned, "I'll be more careful next time,"
"Uh... No big, kid,"
He stood up and brushed off his shirt. Rosalina giggled from her place in the kitchen, and Anthony decided to head in that direction. He didn't make it too far, because he was suddenly slipping and falling and landed hard on his back, yet again.
"Sorry, bout that," Huey told him. He was knealing in the doorway, setting up a HotWheelz car set thing his Aunt Cookie got him one year for Christmas but never used. Now seemed like a good time to play with toys.
"Why did you cover these cars in olive oil?" Anthony groaned.
"...Makes them faster,"
"And more slippery,"
"Anthony, you don't think Huey MEANT to trip you, do you?" Rosalina said quickly, her tone rising. She was looking up from her spot at the table, her lip pouting at him.
"Why would he be playing in the kitchen?"
"The tile is better than carpet, stupid," She snapped, "Sheesh. You act like you've never been a kid,"
Huey didn't even think of that. Gosh. Rosalina was better at being a kid than he was.
Anthony picked himself up and glared down at Huey, who did his best at an innocent face, but failed and wound up with his usual frown, "No hard feelings, huh, man?"
"I guess not," Anthony sighed
Suddenly, Riley hopped out from behind the doorway, his gun already up and aimed, "LETS PLAY COPS AND ROBBAHS!"
POP!
The pellet collided hard with Anthony's forehead, sending the boy falling back.
"hey!" Rosalina exclaimed, taking out her own and firing. It hit Riley in the knee and he wailed. Shit. Forgot she was "packing," she walked over to Anthony and tossed her gun on his chest, "Have fun playing cops and robbers,"
"But... I don't wanna play,"
"Sure ya do," Huey jumped, seeing their chance, "It's fu-fun,"
"Well..." Anthony mused, looking at Rosalina's smiling face, "Am I the cop or the robber?"
"You's white,"
"So?"
"So you the cop, STUPID!"
Anthony looked at Rosalina who cleared her throat menacingly. Riley snapped his mouth shut and tucked his gun behind his back, indicating he'd be quiet and not make any more racial remarks.
"Rosalina, wouldn't you rather play?"
"Actually, it'd be a huge help to me if you could for a while," She admitted, "I still have a mountain of paper work for Woodcrest U admissions,"
"Should I get a helmet or...?"
Anthony looked at Huey and Riley who just smiled up at him. No frowns, just creepy smiles that on normal children would read nothing but a desire to play. Something told Anthony that such a thing was not on their minds. But that something was probably more like a someone. More specifically, Huey Freeman.
"It's more fun if you don't,"
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yah its short but so am i XD
uh... much hell to be raised tomorrow...or w/e i update this rofl