Rosalina had on her happy smile when she picked the boys up from school in her not-so-attractive old lady looking car that she had affectionately named, "The Go-cart,". Huey didn't care so much, but to Riley it was like ultimate humiliation stepping into such a vehicle.

It had happened. Rosalina had started living with the Freemans, she earned her keep by cooking and cleaning and keeping the boys out of (serious) trouble all while going to her college classes. She had been there for exactly one week, and was really looking forward to the rest of the year.

"Hey boys," She greeted as Huey slid into shot gun and Riley into the back. Both boys tossed down their bags and waited for her to start up the engine, "Good day?"

"Whatever,"

"Well, it's the weekend, and your officially off punishment," She informed them. Huey and Riley's eyes widened in hopeful disabelief. They looked at each other and back at her.

"Fo real!? Ya aint playin!?"

"Well... You really weren't supposed to get off until Saturday, but I think a whole week with nothing but country music is punishment enough, don't you?"

"YES!" They both exclaimed. Riley was almost moved to tears.

"So we can... listen to our music, now!?"

"Nu uh. Not in MY car, sweetheart," She snapped, turning on the radio. Some old school blues started playing. Riley groaned but Huey looked on. He liked blues... but prefered old hiphop more than anything. Better that that gangstah shit Riley was into.

"Do we still gotsta take cookin lessons?" Riley mewed, fear in his voice.

"Not unless you don't want to be a cultured young man. And hey, you've loved everything I've taught you how to make,"

You see, Rosalina's punishments weren't the usual thing. She'd never flat out take something away- she'd just trade it with something else and FORCE you to do it. In this case, she had taken all of their CDs, hid them, and replaced them with Anthony's old country discs and made sure they were playing for atleast an hour a day. But, she also forced them to cook with her in the afternoons, teaching them how to make whatever they had been hungry for that day.

"So! Whaddia boys wanna do today? I've been dying for ya to get offa punishment. I've been sooo bored!" She complained. Before Riley could point out that maybe she shouldn't have made their sentance so long, Huey cut him off.

"I'd like to run by the library, if that's okay,"

"Oh that's fine," She said, turning into their street, "I just gotta pick up my card, kay?" She turned slightly to look at Riley sternly, "And you're getting a book this time, sir. And I don't mean no silly kindergarten book, neither,"

Riley smacked his teeth but complied. She never said he had to READ the book. hehe

When they made it to the house, Rosalina ushered the boys inside.

"Mr. Freeman! I'm taking the boys out, do ya need me to pick up anything?" She called as she made her way into the kitchen where her wallet was. Huey was about to point out that driving without her license (which was in the car) was as illegal as being underaged and driving, but figured she wasn't about to change now. She always forgot her wallet... and her cell phone... and SHOES.

How the fuck does a teenage girl forget that she aint wearin shoes!?

"Rosalina! Boys! I'm glad ya home," Robert said, his voice coming from the living room, "C'mere, gang! I wantcha ta meet someone,"

Rosalina just shrugged when Riley whispered, "Who here?"

"He didn't tell me anything about it," She whispered back. The three cautiously made their way into the room, only to see Robert sitting in his easy chair and a very thug-ish looking boy, about Huey and Riley's age, sitting on one of the couches.

"Young Neil!" Riley exclaimed, "Sup man!?"

Huey slapped his forehead.

Neil's eyes fell on Rosalina and they nearly popped out of his head.

"Woah! Who's this lil fine thang?"

Rosalina looked at Huey annoyedly and then looked back at Young Neil with the slightest bit of amusement in her eyes, "I'm Rosalina Garza. You can call me Rose, or Rosey, if you'd like; but never Miss. Garza,"

"I'm Young Neil! Yous can call ME just Neil if ya'd like,"

"Neil is my other grandson," Grandad explained, chuckling a bit, "Figured ya may be able to handle this one, too,"

She stood up straight, placing her hands on her hips, "I'd be honored, Mr. Freeman," She then retreated to the kitchen to grab her wallet again, that she had conviently left again. Just as she turned, she felt a small hand touching her backside.

"Bad move,"

KER-SPACK

Young Neil was sent thrown back, falling hard on his back and groaning a little. Rosalina shoved the pellet gun back into her pocket. Her face pouted and annoyed, but a smile soon grew when he looked up, a bit baffled at what happened.

She folded her arms over her chest. Everyone in the room, who wasn't on the ground couldn't help but smile, even Huey, "Riley. Go get the book. Lets break Mr. Young Neil in, officially,"

"Oooh man! This gon' hurt!" Riley exclaimed to Neil with a big smile on his face, running up the stairs to grab one of Huey's text books. Huey and Rosalina and Grandad exchanged pleased expressions as Neil tried to grasp what was happening as he sat up.

"This is gonna be fun," She mused, nudging Huey lightly.

"A blast," Huey smirked.

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hahaha XD i had no idea how to end this...and i hope youngneil dun mind me stealing his character for a bit XD

wups.