wee!! chapter 4 is up! i'm diggin this story-are u? don't get upset, i haven't forgotten my unfinished works. but when an idea pops into my head...i just don't want to let it go.
oh yea-i've seen the latest boondocks episode (28) and by far i have to say this: RILEY FREEMAN IS NOT GAY! HE IS 8 YEARS OLD AND HAS BEEN INFLUENCED BY A GAY RAPPER-I REPEAT RIELY FREEMAN IS NOT GAY!
yes, common sense would tell a person that a certain person is gay (i'm not homophobic) but damn...huey was cold in that one, really. "i know its wrong, but i really want my own room".
lol! i give thanks out to the people who have read and reviewed this story, it makes me so happy!
disclaimer: i do not own the boondocks, i never will. i own my ocs and the plot. and those kick ass pink stilettos. avoir!
"I do feel better about myself right now, I really do".
Two days. That was measurement before Jazmine Dubois would have to begin her community service with the infamous Riley Freeman a.k.a "Esco". Personally, she wasn't thrilled about it, and after getting into a difficult situation with her love, it didn't even seem worth it.
Contempt with all that was going around her, she lied in her queen size bed staring at the ceiling. On her accord, there have been many compliments since that day. Many girls came to her in admiration for her kicking Riley's ass, she was a hero. That would make her feel happy, make any girl feel happy, but something happened last night that made her feel gorgeous.
Huey called.
He apologized of course. When you are in mourning, one should be expected to act drastically. Jazmine frantically attacking Riley should not have been so shocking as it was, due to her dog recently dying, and Riley being Riley. He added more to the sweetness and made a surprise visit.
Hey Sweetie, she kissed him passionately on the lips.
Hey.
So sorry, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done what I had done, it was foolish of me to be so reckless. She pushed his body onto her spread, climbing over him. Kissing his cheeks, his chin, and every other part in his face. Huey smirked and kissed back, wrapping his arms around her waist.
Drastic times call for drastic measures.
That doesn't matter. She bit into his neck gently, her hands caressing his body. He in return, unbuttoning her shirt.
You're right. His voice seductive and cool. It doesn't matter now. He removed the final piece of clothing on her body, kissing butterflies all over her being. There were nights when they would be like this.
"And somehow when we make love, I feel a void".
It isn't that I don't enjoy the sex. I love the sex, sex is good-very good. When we consummated our love when were both 16, two years ago. It was at Homecoming, the exact date and time that we had officially gotten together.. Every Homecoming, we're suppose to go to the big game, but we didn't.
Huey made a detour and took me to a fancy hotel. The best hotel in the whole damn city, we checked in and he loved me like no other. His fingers touching me everywhere, his kisses filling the gaps where he missed.
It was breath-taking.
However, ever since that night-I haven't been able to feel that same thing. And it worries me. I'm sure he notices it too, he always notices it. When he got upset with me, I felt sick...really sick. Like I wanted to barf right in the infirmary . The people who were working there, I wasn't sure if they were doctors or not, told me that I passed out due to exhaustion.
Like-yeah. You tell me that its easy to jump on a nearly 6'0 guys who is all buff and could have ringed my little neck. I'm lucky that I decided to jump on the damn back and get him from behind, that's what Huey said.
We cuddled after that. I lying in his strong arms, my parent were out for the evening and I didn't want him to go. He didn't want to go either.
I'm still pondering on this...stilettos.
Hey, I was told that use any weapon available at hand, I improvised.
Yeah, who told you that?
We smirked. We already knew, there was no need for names. But for some reason, I had this sick feeling as if we had said her name, our moment would have came to an abrupt end. I don't hate her, I fear her. I've always feared her: She's cold, sadistic, and could kick my ass in a second. I've never seen her in action, but the large bruises that both Huey and Riley have gotten from her have so much meaning.
She was always like that so bitter. Her attitude has improved throughout the years, but that doesn't means she has changed all her ways. Sometimes, I don't even know why I'm friends with her, and she thinks the same. She cool, sarcastic, and sexy-things I can never be. Her body is a deadly weapon that could break a man in tiny pieces, her beauty making her a femme fatal.
Huey is attracted to that.
Not out in the open, subtly. I've noticed this since we were 13, her intelligence marveled him. I being envious of this fact. Frankly, they hate each other...we all know that. Yet, its a grudgingly respect for each other that retains their friendship. That night, I wondered what would have happened if I had said her name...
Don't want to even to think about it. Didn't want to think about her, Riley, or anyone else. It was just me and my man, it was all good.
That night was beautiful. The sounds of their soft, gentle moans swept throughout the house. Heat extracting from their bodies pushed up the temperature. It was a beautiful, good night.
He left several minutes before her parents arrived home. She didn't dare think of the consequences if her parents caught her and Huey making love...especially after getting arrested. The downside was that it didn't matter in the end. That was what Huey told her, not to worry so much. Jazmine wanted it to matter, she did. But it wasn't the fact that she had gotten arrested-it was something else.
She groaned, getting out of bed.
She had promised Cindy that she would go to the shopping mall with her today; Cindy could be a real bitch at times too. It could be that she was once fascinated with Rosetta Slaughter or her boyfriend who let her watch too much Comedy Central on late nights.
Two days. That was how long he had his freedom before working with that skinny mulatto ass. He personally found it a disgrace to his good/bad name, and was frown upon it. He was chilling out on the sofa, watching BET News. The topic on hand was black on black violence, oh the irony. His regular frown had only deepened because of this, he slammed the remote to the floor.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," she scolded him, "don't get so mad".
"Stop bitchin Meinichi," Riley snapped, "don't bull around".
"Wow," she faked surprise, "you actually got it right-damn"!
"What the hell you doin here, he with Caesar".
Gwen sat in a nearby lazy boy. Her body was horizontal, her legs cocked up in the air. Today was casual clothing, wearing a white t-shirt with a Its Happy Bunny slogan on it was needed. Her tan, smooth legs were hidden beneath black cloth-black jeans. She dropped her sandals to the floor, her hair in a low pony-tail.
"You insult me Riley, you know that I do not come here for Huey...for the amusement".
"You're a good liar, I can't tell if you're telling the truth or not".
She stretched her body, "Yes, that comes with the brochure-good material with a slight caution".
"Yea, don't trust a bitch".
Riley continued to watch whatever channel he was watching. However, he could feel her cold eyes piercing needles into him without even looking at him in the eyes. He felt sick. He knew damn well that he shouldn't have said that, but said it anyways.
"I'm a bitch, a female dog-I prefer myself as Rottweiler".
"Why is that"?
"Because, its a beautiful creature indeed, and you never know what it is thinking before it attacks".
Riley moved uncomfortably, he did say too much.
"Any dog can do that".
"Really"?
"Yeah, really".
"Hmm...but a Rottweiler has much beauty to it, it can give you love and affection, but at one moment-one second that you go against it...it can continue to keep that cheerful face".
"And then...chomp".
"Chomp these nuts, sista"!! Bye-bye Riley.
He felt a sudden twist. His arm being jerked, his body going for a ride. He knew what was happening, it has been this way since he insulted her grandmother. During those years, nothing-nothing has changed. His body rolled and thumped, bruises much larger than the ones that Jazmine had given him would appear soon. He was on his back, looking up, hearing her footsteps.
"You really need to learn how to say words, sweetie".
"And you need to learn when to say yours". He shot back.
Riley breathed in deeply. She bent her knees down to his level, an evident smirk on her face. She caressed his face, defining the lines in his face. Her fighting hands, rough from countless beatings, soft and tender at the moment. She lifted his head up to her lap, a smile on her face. Riley stared at her, that same smile as before. He really did feel sick then.
"What's wrong Baby Riley," she cooed, "did that bad girl hurt you"?
"Did you hear what I told you"?
She shrugged, "I guess so".
"That's a yes," he sighed, "are you going to take my advice"?
"What advice-you just gave me words".
She pushed his body up, he stood above her, concerned features evident. Gwen looked back at him, that same smile on her face, she shook her head in amusement. She patted his shoulder, leaving him to go to the bedroom that Granddad had designed especially for her. Riley watched her go, a gut feeling clinging onto him.
Has Huey ever noticed this? Has anyone ever noticed this? I know, I'm not the brightest person, but I do see things-I see her. Dammit, why does my brother have to be so freaking dense sometimes. And her, why does she have to push everyone away. We're not gonna hurt her, we would never try to do that. We love her like a sister.
Well, I do-Huey's a different story.
He's always been a different story. His revolution, his plan to change the world. I think its bull, all of it, but at least he got dreams. Or a plan after high school. But damn, does he piss me off. He's with Jazmine, this naive, annoying, lil mulatto ho. When he's so into...forget it. She's no different.
She practically got them together, pushing them towards each other. Getting them alone that night, bitch. Just a method pushing people away, people these days.
I gotta give her props. She was a freakin gangsta right there-Jazmine. Maybe Huey chose the right girl after all, HELL TO THE NAW!!
I'm just f#$ing with yall. Yeah, I don't think he chose the right girl, Jazmine? In my opinion, there as opposite as the sun and the moon. Wait, there is that sayin, "Opposites Attract"? Does not work in this case, does not at all.
Mr. Nigga so dumb and Miss Polar Ice Caps would be the most "dysfunctional" couple there is. And in my profession (if I had one) would make it the best. By hey, I can't say the obvious can I? I'm suppose to be the dumb one here, or am I? Who gives a shit, I sure as hell don't. Whateva happens between my brother and his girl and his girl in the making (major improvement in my eyes)...is his business.
But then it'll turn into my my business and Granddad's and their parents, and then we'll all going to therapy in the end. Or at least one of us.
That's the problem with these situations. I gotta tell ya, I like being the one who knows more than he's suppose to tho!! HAHAHA!! Nigga out!
"What did you do, boy"?
Riley looked up from where he was lying. Standing above him, a scowl on his face, a nice young honey clinging to his arm, Granddad was in the building.
"Boy, you bet not tell me that it was Jazmine, I swear..."
"It was Gwen Granddad, Gwen".
"Oh," he smirked, "then that's okay-now my dear lets go upstairs".
The young lady giggled as Granddad led her up the stairs to his bedroom to handle some business. Gwen opened the door of her bedroom, narrowing her eyes in disgust. The thought of remaining in a room so close to Robert's was a dreadful idea if he was going to be busy for a while. She sighed, going down the stairs, Riley now back on the couch that he was lying on before.
"I need you to come to the mall with me". Her words and tone of voice were more of "You're going to the mall and that's it" tone, but Riley already knew the drill.
"Cindy whining fo yo ass to come and pick out a prom dress," he asked.
"It did not phase her that I have repeatedly told her, that I'm not going to the damn prom-we'll be doing other business there".
"Like what"?
"Well, you're coming with me to the pharmacy, I need an excuse for Granddad if we arrive late".
"And for Huey"?
"Huey does what he pleases, he does not concern me".
Dressed in his casual wear, Riley sat up, got his hair right and followed Gwen out. Hey, would it be worth sitting around the house while Granddad got his freak on? Would it?
"So what ya gotta get, Polar Caps".
Used to him referring her to that name in private, "Is this really necessary-Anger Adjustment, we've been through this".
"Yeah, cuz you know I like doin stuff like this-you know".
She smirked, "Yes, yes I do".
The rest of the voyage was held in the same manner. Both spilling out insults at one another, but not taking any of them seriously. The relationship between the two was well established the day that they had met. All the same, the older brother's definition of their particular relationship was still in progress.
"Oooo Jazzy," Cindy chirped, "look at this-isn't this the most gorgeous dress you've seen"?
Prom was in the next three months. Yes, three months. Why Cindy and Jazmine decided to go searching for their outfits was left unexplained. Nonetheless, they were still at the mall shopping. Cindy had chosen a dark, strapless green dress with a slit in one leg, her eyes were glistening with happiness.
"Oooo, I love searching for clothes, what about you Jazzy"?
Her gaze was off by a bit. She scanned a few racks, determining which color she found she looked best in. Cindy cocked her head to the side, realizing that there was more to that simple look of hers.
"What did you guys do," Cindy inquired softly.
"You know what we did," Jazmine said harshly, "don't ask dumb questions".
"Well excuse me, as for as I know you ask most of the dumb questions Jaz".
"Sorry, its just..."
"Don't say it-I already know". Cindy smirked at Jazmine, "It'll get better".
Jazmine looked away from her friend, "I'm tired of people saying that to me, it'll get better, but when-when is it going to get better for us"?
"We never know that Jazmine, we just hope for the best".
Jazmine bit her lip. Hope for the best. When has hope gotten her anywhere, she had to act. Thank God for her pink stilettos, that made her act. Today, she was wearing the exact same ones. After the incident, she had this desire to wear them more often. They were shoes that would be up in the back of her closet, just waiting to be taken out. Cindy flipped open her cellphone.
"Hi Gwen," she chirped, "we're in JcPenny's".
Jazmine's head snapped around, her face in a twisted form. Cindy's gaze went to her, her phone lowering, a guilty smile pressed on.
"She's so isolated Jazzy, come on-what's the worse that can happen"?
"I don't hate her, I don't hate her-I don't".
"But you're jealous that Huey is obviously attracted to her".
Silence.
"Sorry, don't take it seriously".
Gwen glared at her friend in a deadly way, "I won't-I will not take it seriously, because it isn't true".
"Cindy, I'm not buying a dress-I'm not going to prom".
Gwen walked casually to the formal wear area, her arms crossed. As for attitude, she looked especially terrifying today. Both girls took a few steps back, the tension that shouldn't be in the mall suddenly surrounding them all.
"Get your ass here, slave". Her voice cold as ice.
"Dammit, do you have to be that way," he followed her. His entire wear was from Thugnificent's new clothing line, that was utterly completely not gay, his hair in braids. His clothing did not cover the muscles that shown throughout his body. His eyes were dark, revealing annoyance, but more. He looked at Cindy with indifference, and at Jazmine...well with hate. But for a moment, she didn't want to admit it, did not want to admit it.
"Hi Riley," Cindy shine, "what's been up my brotha"!!
She ran to him both doing a handshake that they had created in when he was in 6th grade, she in 8th. Riley smirked, turning his attention to Jazmine. They glared at each other, their eyes wanting to turn into knives stabbing each other...killing them both at the same time.
"Hello Riley," Jazmine forced out politely.
He didn't say anything.
"Yo Gwen, how long we gonna be here-ya know I don't like being here".
"I told you why we're here," she hissed, "we have business to attend to".
Cindy blinked blankly, "Like what-we wanna go"!
"Sorry Cindy, if I wanted you to come along I would have called you," she said coldly, "but I didn't".
Cindy flinched. Gwen sighed, grabbing her head in frustration. Riley rolled his eyes, looking at Cindy with a sympathetic look...sort of.
"What Femme Fatale is trying to tell you is that we do this every now and then, and when we do-its like a sibling thing, and she doesn't feel like being bother with others".
"Oh," Cindy shined, "she could have just said so".
Gwen began to walk away from them, Riley shook his head and followed her around. Jazmine scoffed at his appearance, Cindy waved as they left.
"I told you not to invite her," she looked away, "she doesn't care for most things that are sentimental and important".
"Aww...don't be so cruel Jazmine, Gwen has her reasons". "She may not be the sweetest person, or the kindest, or not even compassionate person-but she does have a heart".
"Yeah a heart of ice".
"That too".
She smirked, her eyes drifting at him. "You seem happier".
"You planned that didn't you," he stuffed his hands into his pocket, "I know you did".
"Not really, Cindy calls me all the time-I didn't expect Jaz to come along, you are fully aware of that fact...the logical reason was that she would have been with Huey".
The rest of the route to the pharmacy within the shopping center was silent between the two. As for everyone else, they walked and talked. Shouts being heard around them, people going about their business. Truly, it never did concern them. Walking side by side, eyes in different directions. They continued to go on.
"If I have to make a thorough examination of Riley," Cindy said aloud, "he's stuck".
"Stuck-that doesn't make any sense".
"Of course it does, he's stuck with his emotions, he doesn't say what he truly feels".
"He doesn't have any feelings, him nor Gwen".
"And Huey, he's like that too".
"He's an exception, he is my baby boo".
Cindy smiled sweetly, "And Caesar is my sweetie comedian pie".
The two girls smiled and nodded. They agreed on most things, it wasn't hard for them not to. They've known each other for years, but there was one thing Jazmine didn't tell Cindy.
When he was looking at her, she felt something. A sensation went up her spine, her knees went weak, it was terrible. Those dark chocolate eyes, her breathing ragged. She didn't want to admit it, not to anyone...not even to herself.
His glare was harder than his brothers'. Yet, I felt something in those looks. The bastard. I hate him, he doesn't care for anyone but himself. Gwen had to drag him there probably, as always.
Damn that asshole.
this one was fun to do. not as "humorous" as i pleased, but i hope you guys had fun. if you guys have notice i left a few clues that will lead up into the story.
if you can figure them out: be my guest. once again thank you all for droppin by and much luv to you all.
peace!