A/N: So I felt like following Huey through a typical day in his life as a quarterback, team captain, and coach in this chapter so I hope you enjoy. Once again I want to give thanks to DaveTheWordsmith, KODfreak, and DaBlackGoku for reviewing and giving great feedback. Everyone you should check out and review their works because there is some great stuff there if you haven't already, especially "Choices" and "More than Friends" great fics by DaveTheWordsmith and KODfreak's "The Other Guy". Also check out and review "Life Goes On" by DaBlackGoku one of my favourite fics on the site and maybe we'll get the next update soon. Please review.

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Chapter 29 – A Day in the Life of a Revolutionary - Part 1: The Morning

The alarm on his phone went off bringing him back to the world of the living. In his sleepy daze the next thing he heard was Riley's snoring and mumbling. Sliding up his phone he looked at the time, it was six a.m. He took a minute to look at the phone. It was a fancy phone, but he could not even remember its name. Jazmine had gotten it for him so she could text him and expected him to text back.

Stretching he slid out of his bed and stumbled around the room gathering some clean clothes from his dresser. With his clothes in hand he proceeded to the bathroom and returned to his room twenty minutes later clean and fully dressed, his damp afro slightly drooping. Grabbing his phone he spared one last look at Riley who would not be up for another hour, just in time to leave for school.

This early in the morning the house was strangely quiet and Huey went to the front door. Opening the door he felt a blast of cold wind and quickly shut it again, he could skip his morning exercises at least this once. With his normal schedule messed up Huey headed to the basement grabbing a random book off the bookshelf beside the basement door as he went. Flipping on the lights he flopped down on the couch and opened the book.

Half an hour later he closed the book when he heard Granddad moving about up stairs and went back upstairs turning the light off as he went. He found Granddad rummaging through the fridge in nothing but a towel waiting for them to leave to start his shopping channel workout.

"Can you not put some clothes on when you come downstairs," Huey said averting his eyes as Granddad came out of the fridge with his glass jug of fresh squeezed orange juice and a couple of eggs.

"This is my house boy and if I want to walk around my house naked I will," Granddad said pouring himself a glass of orange juice and grabbing a frying pan. "When are you going to cut that hair?"

"I'm not talking about this again. Would you ask a white man to part with his fancy cars and power?" Huey grumbled going into the living room and flipping on the morning news.

"Just cut your hair or I'll give you a whipping'," Granddad threatened cracking his eggs in the heated frying pan.

"Stop being a nigga," Huey said turning up the news. His granddad had not used his belt on either him or Riley in three years and was almost comical that he was threatening to do it now, when both boys were either bigger or on their way to being bigger than him.

"Where's all you little friends especially that cutie-pie Jazmine?" Granddad asked suddenly.

"It's seven in the morning Granddad, their probably still sleeping like Riley," Huey said only half listening Granddad and half listening to the morning news.

"Huh then go outside."

"It's freezing outside Granddad."

"Your young, move around a bit, you'll warm yourself up."

Huey looked at Granddad with a raised eyebrow, "I'm not sure it works that way Granddad."

"Just stop bugging me," Granddad said returning to his eggs.

Huey pulled out his phone and checked the time. It was time to wake Riley if they were going to make it to school on time. Turning off the TV he went back upstairs and kicked Riley until he woke up. "Get up Riley. We have to leave soon."

"Five minutes nigga," Riley groaned throwing one of his pillows at him, but he easily caught it threw it back at his younger brother.

"Now Riley," Huey said sternly before kicking Riley out of his bed. "I'm not going to be late because of you."

"What da fuck nigga? It's just five minutes," Riley grumbled collecting himself off the floor.

"If you're only going to go to your morning classes then you can at least show up on time," Huey said grabbing his red playbook. "Where's your book Riley?"

"What book nigga? Ya know I don't read."

"Your playbook," Huey said waving his own red book in Riley's direction.

"Huh..."

"Shit Riley it's only been two days since I gave these out and you've already managed to do the one thing I ask you not to do, you lost it," Huey cursed exasperated.

"I ain't lost anything nigga," Riley said looking around the room for something. He kicked over a pile of dirty clothes and pulled out his red book. "I just misplaced it for a sec."

"Yeah well don't do it again," Huey said opening his book. He knew each play inside and out as he was the one that put the book together but to make sure he did not forget any of them he looked over them every morning. At the same time he picked out the plays he wanted to run during their practice that afternoon. Since he had gotten the use of the varsity's practice roster from their coach his team's defence had improved greatly in just two days.

"Whatever nigga," Riley said throwing the book on his bed and going to take his own shower.

Huey circled a couple of plays before closing his book and stuffing it in the book bag hanging from the back rest of their computer chair with the book he had taken from the bookshelf. Riley entered the room and quickly got dressed as Huey tapped his foot annoyed constantly checking his phone.

"Alright let's go," Huey said once Riley had put his chains on. "We're going to be late again."

"Aight nigga take it easy," Riley said following Huey out the door.

"See ya Granddad," Huey called back to their Granddad in the kitchen.

"Make sure Riley goes to all his classes today," Granddad replied as they ran out the door.

As he got on his Mustang, which had its roof up, his phone beeped telling him he had a text. He stuck his key in the ignition with one hand and with the other slid his phone open to read the text message from Jazmine. Tossing the closed phone in the cup holder he put the Mustang in drive and pulled out of the Freeman driveway driving a short way down the road to the DuBois house where Jazmine was waiting at the end of the driveway for them. Riley immediately got out and moved to the back seat vacating the passenger seat for Jazmine. Huey was not sure why he got in the front seat in the first place.

"Good morning Huey," Jazmine said pecking his cheek as she sat down.

"Is it really?" Huey asked.

"Of course it is Huey. It's almost winter and that means it's almost Christmas," Jazmine smiled. "How can you not be excited?"

"It's getting cold," Huey said pulling away from Jazmine's house. "Besides Santa is an Illuminati conspiracy."

"That doesn't matter. What are you getting me for Christmas?" she asked with round puppy dogs.

"Jazmine it's the end of October. There's still two months until Christmas," Huey said turning the wheel to follow the road.

"But I want a present," Jazmine pouted at him.

Huey blew air out his nose and sighed. "Then we'll go shopping after practice. I can't have my rally against B.E.T. in this weather. We'll go to the mall and you can pick out whatever you want."

"Then it's not a surprise," Jazmine complained.

"Fine then I'll go with Riley."

"Oh no nigga Reezy ain't going shoppin, wit' ya, do I look gay nigga?" Riley immediately interjected. "Find someone else. Me and C-Murph are watching da Heat Lakers game after practice."

"Alright I'll find someone else," Huey said as they pulled up to the school.

"You need someone to go shopping with you, what are your four?" Jazmine asked as Huey parked the car and shut off the engine.

"Do you want something stupid because I can go alone and will probably come home with something completely stupid that you won't like," Huey said a little annoyed. "My tastes in things are not exactly close to your own so I'm going to need someone to consult so I don't waste my money."

"Naw nigga ya just four," Riley laughed getting out of the car and pulling out his own IPhone. "Where is everyone?"

"Probably in class already. No one is going to stay out in this cold weather," Huey said as they walked onto the school grounds. As they turned around the edge of the school for the front doors it was like the world just wanted to prove Huey wrong as Jason and Cindy were playing HORSE on the basketball court out in the cold. To make things worse for Huey Jason was shirtless and wearing long shorts and Cindy while wearing a bit more clothes only had on a basketball jersey and similar shorts. "What are you guys doing out here it's forty-four degrees out (7 degrees Celsius)?"

"Can't you see we're playing basketball?" Jason said after taking a shot that bounced off the backboard and into the basket and Cindy matched the easy shot.

"It's almost snowing out and you're out here in almost nothing but shorts are you crazy? Don't you feel the cold?" Huey asked unable to grasp how they could be playing basketball in this weather when he was wearing a heavy coat and a sweater.

"I guess not," Jason smirked as Cindy drained a three pointer by bouncing the ball before the target and letting it go up into the basket.

Huey walked passed them shaking his head and muttered, "Damn white people."

He entered the school as the warning bell went and in seconds was joined by Jason who was now wearing an orange shirt and Cindy. Cindy and Riley soon broke off from the group as they came to Huey's first class.

Inside Jason went to the back of the class where Hiro was pouring over his books trying to get his homework finished before class started. Huey and Jazmine joined Caesar in the middle of the class as their white teacher came in and started his lesson. Like every other day Huey ignored his teacher. There was nothing their teacher could teach him that he did not already know and most likely already knew more about then the teacher did. Instead when their teacher told everyone to open their textbooks, Huey cracked open the book he had been reading earlier that morning on the Spanish Moors.

His first class drifted by slowly as did his second period class and his third period. At lunch they finally met up with the rest of their team and Huey put on tapes of their previous games and some footage Ed had taken of their last two practices. He walked the team through the tapes, at least those that were paying attention as Riley had fallen asleep again and Jason was once again watching Cindy's hair. He could not understand his star receiver's sudden obsession with her hair but he never did claim to understand the workings of the white man's mind, he just wished Jason would watch the tapes instead with the whole team. It would have been a bigger annoyance if he did not know that Jason, Riley, and Cindy did not get together later and go over the films themselves. He did not mind especially since the trio tended to pick up things he missed and looked at the tape from the offensive core's point of view.

He had stayed up late like he had been doing every night since their first game putting the films together to highlight the areas he was most concerned with. Some of the plays were things they did well but most were things he felt they could approve on. Things like his receivers staying tighter to their routes or hooking a little earlier then they were or his linemen spreading out a little too much or not protecting one side as well or his safety's being sucked in by receivers and vacating their territory. They were mostly little things on offense and big things on defence but he was a perfectionist and if they were going to win their next game against Roosevelt they had to play perfectly because the Revolvers would make them pay for every single little mistake they made.

When the screen went blue he got out of his seat and went to change the tape to one of the ones Ed had given him after their last practice. At first it would not go in until he realised he was trying to put it in backward and then when it started it started with Ed splashing in the pool wearing yellow water wings and calling for Rummy and Riley's help. With a groan of frustration he fast forwarded it to the first play he had run at practice the day before while thinking that today was going to be a long day.