Heyy guys! I;m really happy with the reviews from the last chapter. I didn't want to start writing the real chapter five until I got 30 reviews. So here it is...Enjoy.
Chapter 5: Of the hoodlum variety
"'Kay bye girl." With that, the white girl hung up the phone. She was drained, like she always was, after talking to her best friend Jazmine. The girl had so much enregy it seemed that she could even pull out some of Cindy's through the phone.
Ever since Jazmine had hooked up with the oldest Freeman boy, the mulatto was a nonstop being of happiness. Finally her dream had came true, her happy ending finally arriving.
Cindy was truly happy for Jazmine, they were best friends. Not being happy for her would be hatin and Cindy McPhearson hated on nobody. But anytime she thought about the new happy couple and their love she felt a ping of hurtful desire, she crave that kind of interaction for herself.
Her blue eyes grazed around her messy room. Booty shorts, skinny jeans, over sized jerseys, and some specialized bb guns were all over the floor. Papers with B's and C's were cluttering her desk. Pictures of 50 cent and Dj Khaled loomed over her, guarding her bedroom with their raps.
Sky orbs landed on a certain piece of graffiti that was sprayed across one wall. It was beautiful and unlike any of the propety destroying marks found on brick walls and street signs.
Made by spray can, the image was of the white female gangsta with her hand on her hips, her gaze running off to something that wasn't drawn on the bedroom canvas.
Her notorious double blonde braids flying behind her back, one long honey rope curled near her torso. Dressed in her classic outfit of skinny jeans and an oversized hoodie with her favorite rapper, 50 cent, depicted on it. It was her birthday present when she turned fourteen last year.
In the corner, in his sketchy handwriting, was Riley.
Riley. The burning desire was bursting like an active volcano. It happened whenever she thought about the young gangster.
He was her partner in crime. If someone robbed from him, they were robbing from her. Some hoe got a beef with her, then she also had a beef with Young Reezy. They had each others backs. Ever since that basketball game the two were like two juvenile delinquents in a cell, inescapably close to one another.
Cindy was charmed by how hard he went and how good his hustle was. No matter the challenge, the young Freeman was always up to conquer it. He was fearless of what people thought and did what he needed to get that gwap. The inside out Oreo could help but admire his determination and swag, no matter who called him ignorant or ghetto.
Cindy smiled at the fond memories that they shared. Running away form the cops, shooting up anyone who cut into their turf, kicking his ass at various X-box 360 games. She giggled at the time when Riley started a candy business when they were young. The crazy things were sure to ensue with the black boy around.
She pushed up agaisnt her pillows and balled up sheets, her face never peering away from the graffiti portrait. It made her looks so beautiful and captivating. Cindy couldn't help but wonder if thats how Riley saw her.
Her cellphone lit up under her hands, her fingers vibrate for a moment. A certain name appeared on her touch screen along with a picture of an African american hoodlum in his classic wife beater and dark baggy jeans.
"Ah Reezy, wat's good mah nigga?" The Freeman delinquent shook his head, C-Murphy was the only white chick ever allowed to call him the n word.
"I'm aight. Remy and Ed got this job for me 'nd since you mah crew I iz gonna inlist you." a playful smirk curled into the white girls smooth face.
"What's dis, some army shit? Mannn, I ain't no govament snitch. Nigga you don't inlist me.". She slid her arm under her head
He sucked his teeth, clearly annoyed. "C-Murphy, just take the job. I know you is runnin low on dem funds! Bitch betta be thankful dat Reezy got the hook ups for da both of us."
"Daymn nigga, I'm comin', chill. Meet you dere?"
"Wat? Bitch do you kno wat time it iz? Naw, Imma come 'nd get you. I don't need no nasty azz pevert snatchin you up. Be dere in five." Now good bye, just the irritating beep of dial tone.
Cindy smiled to herself, pale cheeks lighting on fire.
Muttering to himself, the young hood rat pulled at his hoodie. The cool spring eve swirled a light breeze around him.
Riley started unconsciously stared at his screen saver, expecting or rather wishing C-Murphy would call him back. For whatever reason the young delinquent was awaiting the bright light of his phone to shine with "McFierce" and her club remixed "Diva" by Beyonce ring tone would ripple through the air. This, of course, was stupid considering he just hung up on her.
"Man, dis bitch got me goin' crazy." He spatted venomously.
The fourteen year old walked up the paved driveway that whined up to C-Murphy's over sized mansion. Well her father's oversized mansion since he got all the property, money, and Cindy in the divorce six years ago. Her mother's house was way less glamorous with the foggy smell of cigarettes that attempted to cover the drugged air.
He bashed his fist on the wooden door.
"Aye yo C-Murphy, get yo azz up! It time to go!" The door swung open immeditaly revealing a beautiful blonde dress in baggy hood and loose fitting jeans. Riley was convinced Cindy was the only chick in the entire world that could rock sweats and look hot.
"Daym, why da fuck you tryin to wake up da whole daym neighbahood?"She sreeched lowly.
"Yo azz shouldn't have kept me waitin, shit."
"Wateva nigga, lets go."
"Have you seen Cindy?" Jazmine shift her gaze amoung the sea of teens, searching for a white blonde in the see of nearly identical faces.
"Probably with Riley." He flipped his folded newspaper around to continue reading. He was uncaring to say the least. The dark hand of the Freeman was laced strongly with the dwarfed fingers of the half and half as it normally was each morning.
"I wonder where the are..." Green eyes collected tears on her face. "I hope they aren't hurt! What if someone took them?"The bored male rolled his eyes.
"They're fine, probably off somewhere creating a longer criminal record." He brushed off her worries like pesky flies.
Jazmine glared at her uninterested boyfriend, Riley was his brother for Jesus sakes! He should be fretting and worrying just like her.
"Huey Freeman, can you at least pretend to care for a moment?" Her fingers left his hand and curled into his red, short sleeved button up. "They could be in seri-"
"They're right there." The black activisty pointed with his chin to the couple in question. Both looked a hot mess in torn clothes and brusied skin. Their braids frazzled and their kicks scoffed.
"Mornin' Jazzy," Cindy chiroed like nothing was wrong with this scene. "was gud?"
"What's good? You been gone all night! You dad called me at three in the morning saying you weren't home." The curly haird friend with form concerned to angry as she scolded her happy bestie.
"Ay' get off her dick man. Shit, C-Murphy can do wateva she want, just like Young Reezy do." Riley pounded his chest with a his fist, wincing at the pain afterwards.
"Granddad said you grounded." Pulling the mulatto to him, Huey started to walk into the building. "Let's go."
"Text me!" Jazmine called as the two disappeared, Afros in all.
"Shit! I just try to get mah game up and wat do these niggas do? Ground my azz." Riley complained in his ghetto way. Her crossed his arms acrossed his sore torso. 'But last night was worth it."
The white girl smiled as she blushed. "Yea, it was cool."
Like? Hate? I don't know about this chapter...i have an idea for where I want to take it but it's hard. I've never written CindyxRiley before, did I do good? Criticizes me please! I need constructive criticism here more than anything! REVIEW!