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Riley had seen enough crime shows to finally realize what was going on.

Riley's POV

"Huey yous real gay for attempting to do this" Y'all already know I wasn't trippin' , he wasn't dead yet.

"*yawn* whatever" dis nigga owas over here half sleep and shit so I knew I had to do the one thing that real niggas neva do. Snitch.

"Huey I see what yo plan was, but guess what? You bout to be a salty ass nigga!"

Even though I laughed, you can't tell anyone I said this but, I was...scared for his life. What if the ambulance didn't come fast enough. I couldn't sit there and watch that happen. What pushed him? Why did he do this? But anyway I just called the police to get help.

"911. What's your emergency?" Some white bitch answered the phone with some fake ass happiness.

"Uh...I think my brother...overdosed or somethin' "

After I told her my address she said some irrelevant b.s *awkward silence*

It felt like that ambulance was takin' FOREVER to get here man. So I just sat my brother on the floor.

"Riley...I'm sorry"

Real niggas don't cry.

"Why?"

Real niggas don't cry.

"Cause you don't deserve so see this.. " He said that pretty fast. Was he havin' trouble breathing?

The ambulance people came just in time to so I ran down the hall to let 'em in.

"He's in the bathroom down the hall." They carried him out on a stretcher(real niggas don't cry) and put him in the ambulance. Surprisingly none of the neighbors were outside being nosy. But it was all so coincidental what happened that night cause Grandad left his date early (I should have seen that coming ) and was outside talking to a paramedic.

Huey's POV

This is it. The end... Why was I feeling so guilty? It didn't matter, there was no turning back now.

"Damn! I gotta pee!" Was that Riley!?

"Huey? Why the fuck are you half way sleep on the floor!?"

Please Lord don't let that be Riley "Riley?" I asked nervously.

He started saying some stuff but I was zoning out. But I do remember him calling an ambulance. As he sat down it hit me. I couldn't just leave him, who was going to be there after our Grandad passes. Was Riley the source of my guilt?

"Riley... I'm sorry" Damn, I just noticed, I can barley breath. I'm starting to wish I didn't do this.

Barley. That reminded me of a Vine Riley was watching...it was kind of funny(not really) but it because of people like the lady in the video that make society see blacks as ignorant. Them the video wasn't funny anymore. You should Google it ( barley vine video)

But anyway... I don't really remember what happened after that...

Granddad's POV

I didn't know Huey's issues were that deep. I can home early because it turned out that the lady I was with already had a man that looked just like that big nigga from that movie Friday... I wish Huey knew how much funerals cost, shiiit we can't AFFORD to have a funeral. But more importantly I couldn't loose Huey, he looked just like his mother. That women meant the world to my son. Not going to be over here looking all soft so I'm not going to show my emotions. Just like Huey would *holding back tears*

A/N: story ain't over yet, and Huey's not dead but his Grandad was just being emotional