"What up dawgg!" - Riley Freeman ( from The Boondocks Season 2: Shinin')

I just felt like puttin' that quote up there lol. But thanks guys! Ya'll know I gotta do the shoutouts, so thanks MissG2020 & jayjai107! (Miss Ace, where you at girl?)

This chapter ends this LONG ass day! (Yeah, it's still day one lol.) So enjoyy!

CHAPTER 5: BOYS TALK

I'm a hustler baby
I just want you to know
It ain't where I been
But where I'm 'bout to go
Now I JUST WANNA LOVE YA
But be who I am
And with all this cash
You'll forget you're man

Now give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
But don't bullshit me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff

Granddad was in his room getting dressed and blasting to his new Jay-Z CD his oldest grandson just bought him. Okay, so the album wasn't new, but Huey actually did him a favor. The Blueprint III wasn't that good. So he gave Granddad Jay-Z's The Blueprint album instead.

Granddad had a date tonight and he had to leave the house in proximately thirty minutes. He was pretty sure that this woman wasn't bat shit crazy like his past dates. He made sure to get a background check on her with the help of Gin Rummy and Ed Wuncler the third and their connects to the government, and he made sure she wasn't bullshitting about her looks this time. Skype had to be the best thing the internet had ever come up with.

Wondering why Granddad wanted a Jay-Z CD, huh? Neither of the grandchildren could figure it out!

Truth is, Granddad just wanted to impress the little cutie pie that he would soon meet up with. The two were going to a Jay-Z concert and how would it look if he took his date to a concert without knowing a damn thing? Besides, Granddad thought Jay-Z was the only rap artist who made sense.

Clearly he must've shut the world out between the '80s & the '90s.

On the other side of the door, or the other side of the hallway into the boys' room, Huey could hear the music. Recently finding out about Jay-Z's evil ways in the music industry, Huey despised him, but he couldn't deny that his music was still the shit. Unknowingly, he bobbed his head and rapped along with the song.

(Huey's in bold)

When the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin'
Will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em, that's what they be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Ya'll be chasin', I replace them, huh?
Drunk off Crist', mami on E
Can't keep her little model hands off me
Both in the club, high, singin' off key
'And I wish I never met her at all…"
It gets better, ordered another round
Its, about, to go, down
Got six model chicks, six bottles of Crist
Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere
What do you say, me, you, and your Chloe glasses
Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion
Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra
Filth marked jeans, take that off

Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
But don't bullshit me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet that nasty that gushy stuff

He was so into it that he didn't even realize his brother walking through the door until he heard his gym bag hit the floor. He jumped a little bit at the sudden interruption, but he shrugged and continued bobbing his head as Riley collapsed on his bed and looked up to the ceiling.

To say that Riley was exhausted was an understatement. Coach was on his ass today, all because he was five minutes late. FIVE freaking MINUTES! He swore up and down Coach was after him and his boys. That damn Tyree Hall was always late and the most he got was one lap around the gym. Whenever Riley was late he had to do fifty pushups and run two and a half laps. It infuriated Riley how the Coach picked favorites all the time. Damn, what was wrong with Riley? He was obviously one of the best ballers of the entire school, so he couldn't see what the Coach had against him.

That gay ass nigga. He angrily thought as he recalled what had just happened and let out a low, irritated grunt. Huey looked at him and raised a brow, ending his singing/rapping along with the song.

"What's up with you?" He asked out of curiosity. Riley didn't respond for a few seconds, but he finally let out an exasperated sigh, closing his eyes.

"The gay ass nigga still playin' favorites and it's pissin' me the fuck off." He replied in a stone cold, low voice. Huey knew his brother didn't direct that tone towards him, obviously because of what the younger brother had just said, so he just nodded and listened intently. Unlike their relationship with each other as kids, the two brothers actually got along pretty much all of the time. Of course they had their moments of heated arguments, but they're brothers, it's their job. Tough love is almost always needed. Whenever Riley was upset, Huey tried to do as much as possible to reason with him and calm him down. It worked most of the time, but other times, they either argued or left each other alone to let out some steam. "I think I'ma quit that shit. I'm tired." Riley added, causing his big brother to roll his eyes.

"Riley, that's stupid. You know you gonna regret it if you actually do quit." Huey said, starting to bob his head to the song again. Riley still had his eyes closed as he sighed heavily once again.

"Yeah, I guess you right nigga, but this nigga aggravates the hell outta me. Why he always givin' that nigga Tyree credit for the shit we be doin'? Just 'cause the nigga a senior on Varsity don't mean nothin'. Shit, I'm on Varsity and I'm a sophomore, so the nigga must not be doin' that good! But Coach o' homo ass never givin' me, Ceez, Marcus or Lamaar credit. Always on Tyree nuts! Gay ass muthafucka." Riley complained, quite reasonably by the way. "And you know what gets me the most? I was late by FIVE FUCKIN' MINUTES, NIGGA! Five minutes! And this bitch-made ass nigga Tyree show up to practice every single day LATE, nigga! Wanna know what this nigga gets? ONE MUTHAFUCKIN' LAP! That's his damn punishment? Nigga, punish me! Shit! But naw, this nigga got me doin' 100 pushups and runnin' the sled! Nigga, when I tell you I'm almost through, I mean that shit. Basketball is my shit, but I don't have a problem gettin' into art, nigga."

Huey knew all of this was true because Caesar once told him how Tyree was the Coach's star player, and even Huey had to admit that the nigga was not that nice. Riley, Caesar and Marcus had to be the best players in the school, but they all lacked something very important. Riley had the skills, agility and aim, but he was too damn selfish and he basically put the letter I in team. Caesar was a great shooter, but his dribbling skills could improve. Marcus was just like Riley, but his attitude was a bit more of cockiness when it came to basketball, rather than selfishness. Tyree was pretty good, but the only reason he was considered a star player was because of his ability to work well with his team, his safe basket shots and his limited dribbling technique. He didn't dribble too little or too much. Lamaar was almost like Tyree, but he took more time in dribbling and showing off rather than passing the ball or heading for the basket. Not that he was cocky or selfish, but he just gets so caught up in his ability to do tricks with the ball that he almost completely forgets about the game sometimes. It isn't until the opponent takes his ball when he actually plays the game the way everyone wants him to play. Huey noticed all of this and came up with the conclusion that the Coach wasn't really treating them unfairly, just teaching them a lesson on how to improve on their imperfections.

"Well, I still say you shouldn't give up that easily. Don't let that goofy nigga sweat you man. He gon' be gone next year and we already been in school for five months, which has went by pretty quick by the way. Just think, next year you could be the star player. Just need to lose that selfishness though. That's what the main problem is. Coach probably bein' hard on you just for that, so just work with the team and stop hoggin' the damn ball." Huey responded to his brother's rant with all seriousness, concern and encouragement. "Besides, if you quit and I catch a nigga talkin' shit, I'm gettin' suspended and I don't feel like dealin' with that." He joked with his sibling, earning a chuckle out of him.

"You stupid, nigga. But yeah I feel you. It's hard though, y'know. I can't just up and change what I'm used to. I can't change me." Riley replied, his voice sounding as tired as he looked.

"Nobody said to change you, personally. Just change yourself on the court. Pass the ball to your players 'cause, I mean, that's what they're there for. Don't beat yourself." Huey advised him. Riley finally opened his droopy eyes and looked at his brother, sitting on his bed slightly nodding to the Jay-Z song in Granddad's room and smiled at him.

"Thanks, Huey. You always know how to come through, nigga." He thanked his older sibling. Huey just nodded. Riley's smile turned into a smirk as he looked at his brother again. "You still a bitch." He joked. Huey smirked and rolled his eyes and continued bobbing to the music.

10 minutes later

Riley was knocked out. Coach must've really done some serious damage to him at practice because right after his conversation with Huey, the snoring began. Huey left his brother in the room and headed downstairs and into the kitchen to get something to eat. As he reached the refrigerator, he opened it and contemplated on what he wanted to eat.

Okay, let's see…we have…fruit salad…regular salad…potatoes…veggie burgers! Might as well eat them before they go to waste.

Huey grabbed the plate covered in aluminum foil out of the refrigerator and placed it on one of the counters. Just as he was about to grab a plate from one of the cabinets, the door bell rang. Growing irritated that someone just rudely interrupted him from getting his nourishment, he damn near slammed the plate down on the counter and walked to the door.

He opened it to find a smiling Caesar. Caesar actually smiled so hard that Huey could've sworn it would stay like that. He just gave his friend a funny look and shook his head.

"Nigga, what you want? I was about to eat and you know how I feel when people interrupt me." He argued as he let his friend in and walked into the kitchen. "And shouldn't you be knocked out right now? Riley told me about how Coach did y'all." He added, putting his cold burger into the microwave. At that, Caesar groaned and rolled his eyes, something he rarely did unless it had to do with girl problems or basketball.

"Nigga, don't get me started with him. Little pussy punk bitch." He murmured, causing Huey to shake his head and smirk as he turned around to face his friend. "But yo," his eyes lit up again and his grin widened once more as he pulled out a sheet of paper with a DJ on it, "You remember that goofy Asian kid who good with the turntables?" He asked. Huey nodded.

"Hiro, right?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah…right…whateva…but anyways," Huey rolled his eyes and walked over to where his friend stood, right next to the bar in the kitchen, "…the nigga came up to me and told me he wanted to hear me spit a few at the homecoming after party, and seein' as you my partner in crime," he told Huey, putting an arm around his shoulders, "I want you to be there to support me. And you might wanna show them other niggas that talent of yours." Caesar concluded, smiling knowingly. Huey's eyes grew wide once he said that, then he glared at his best friend.

"Caesar, you didn't." His voice grew cold and dry, nearly sending a cold sliver down Caesar's spine.

"I didn't, what?" He asked, slightly confused. Huey harshly pushed Caesar's arm from around his shoulders and folded his arms in annoyance.

"Don't play stupid! You entered me into some type of contest didn't you?" Huey asked, raising his voice a little, but at the same time, trying to keep it down since Riley was sleeping, although the Jay-Z album still played as Granddad was almost ready. Caesar put his hands up in defense and shook his head rapidly, dreads flying everywhere.

"Naw man, I ain't do nothin'. I'm just makin' a suggestion." He genuinely stated. He wasn't afraid of Huey, but he knew he couldn't beat his ass, so he knew his place. Huey just nodded and narrowed his eyebrows. Caesar straightened out the homecoming after party paper and pointed to it while he continued to explain. "Dude said he would offer me $250 if I was real good, which, y'know, I am," he bragged playfully and popped his collar as Huey shook his head and smirked once more, "But this is somethin' I do nigga, I ain't about to hustle for no hobby. They got a name for people like that. And I refuse to be apart of a statistic!" Huey snorted at that and walked over to the microwave once he heard it beep.

Caesar finally decided to sit down at the kitchen table as he waited for his friend to sit across from him. Once Huey sat down, Caesar's face was plastered with another smile, but somehow, Huey had a bad feeling about this. "So…" He started but trailed on, on purpose. Huey's impatience slipped out as he rolled his eyes.

"So, what?" he said before taking a bite out of his burger. Caesar made a face as he saw Huey eat that…mess, and Huey gave him a fake smile as he continued chewing. Caesar grinned again and shook his head.

"So, how are things with you and Jazmine?" He asked, thinking Huey would yell at him and tell him to get out, even though he never did so unless he wanted to. To his surprise, Huey smirked a little and simply took another bite out of his burger. His eyes looked east and then west and Caesar's eyes grew ten times. "Nigga! Don't tell me you hit that already!" Caesar exclaimed loudly with the widest smile of the night. Huey shushed him and Caesar apologized. "But man, I knew ya'll were undercover freaks, I just knew-"

"Caesar, nothin' happened." He said, cutting Caesar off and rolling his eyes. "She's just…I can't even describe it man." He continued, his eyes drifting past Caesar as he thought of her. Caesar chuckled a bit at his friends glazed over expression.

"Huey, you got it bad my dude." He took notice and shook his head, still cheesin'. "Nothin' wrong with that though. But nigga, I'm hatin' on you right now. I'm tryna be like you when I grow up." He joked.

"What you talkin' 'bout nigga? I'm tryna be like you." Huey joked back, finishing his burger (it was rather small and…Huey was really hungry alright!). Caesar snickered and stood up to get some kool-aid out of the fridge.

"I don't know how you tryna do that. I'm single and I work hard as hell to keep up with my grades. Nigga the only person you tryna be is MLK or Malcolm X." He continued and smirked as he said so. Huey chuckled a bit and got up to get some water.

"Nigga you stupid." He said.

Caesar snorted and poured his drink into a plastic cup as Huey did the same with the water jug. "But yo, tell me one thing you like about her physically." He said, smirking again. Huey rolled his eyes.

"You ain't blind Ceez." He responded as the two friends went back to the table to sit down again.

"You damn right, but what do you like most about her?" He inquired excitedly, almost leaning over the table in Huey's face as he anticipated his answer. Huey looked like he was about to crack up at his friend's weird behavior, but instead he just rolled his eyes and sighed slightly.

"Fine…her stomach." He said, his cheeks turning slightly pink. Caesar noticed this and his eyes lit up.

"Nigga, I knew it! You did hit!"

"For the last time, no I didn't Ceez!" Huey replied, more annoyed than before. "What is wrong with you?"

Caesar raised an eyebrow at that one. "Then…how did you-"

"When she stretched, her shirt came up and I saw her stomach and her….uhh…nevermind." Huey said, trying to change the subject, "So, how-" but Caesar wouldn't let him.

"No nigga! Don't change the subject. You saw her…what?" He asked enthusiastically as Huey inwardly slapped himself repeatedly for letting the secret nearly slip out.

"Forget it Ceez. I told her I wouldn't tell anyone." Huey finalized and shrugged. Caesar playfully glared and then sighed.

"You was just about to say it. Might as well finish."

"Nope."

Caesar blinked at his quick response.

"You a stubborn mug." He stated in an almost sad tone, Huey smirked and rolled his eyes. "I swear I won't tell nobody, mane. You know me. We boys! You supposed to tell me stuff like this when it's just us. When guys talk, they talk about stuff like this. So c'mon with it, nigga! C'mon and let it allll-"

"Damn it Caesar! You actin' just like Jazmine!" Huey yelled, forgetting about Riley. "Fine, but don't tell her I told you 'cause she's overdramatic and she won't talk to me in over a week." He half joked. Caesar's smirked a bit and nodded as if saying 'Continue'. "But, she has a belly piercing and I don't know what it is, but…I like it, a lot." He said, as he licked his lips unknowingly at the thought.

There was a silence in the air as Huey was in a slight daze and Caesar stared at his best friend, amused. It didn't take long for Huey to notice that he was out of it, especially when he looked at his best friend again.

He just sighed and fought the urge to roll his eyes.

"Man, you serious? I mean, it ain't that surprising, but it's still a little crazy that Jaz got somethin' like that." He stated in awe. Huey nodded as he agreed with his friend.

"Right? Just wait til' you actually see it. Like, lookin' at it could give a nigga…those…kind of dreams." He explained in a soft voice, as if he was hypnotized by that sparkly thing dangling from her belly. Caesar's cheeks were puffed up as if he was about to crack up.

"Man, you do got it bad." He snickered a bit. Huey rolled his eyes and blushed a little.

"Once you see it, then you tell me if I'm over exaggerating." Huey replied before taking a sip of water.

"Whateva, man." Caesar joked. "Oh and just to make things even between us, don't tell Cindy I told you this but she got a-"

"Tattoo?" Huey asked knowingly. Caesar's eyebrows arched almost to his hairline.

"Nigga, who told you?" He said, getting slightly upset that he couldn't keep anything from Huey. Huey smiled a little at his friend's response.

"Jazmine told me when she told me when we came back, but she told me not to tell anyone. Well, it's a little too late for that." He said in an uncaring way. "But trust, I'm not tellin' anyone else."

"Same." Caesar agreed. "But real shit, I don't like Cindy more than a friend, but when she showed me that tat, I was hurtin' like hell…y'know, in the good way." He said, trying to keep it PG. Huey shook his head and snorted. "I'm serious man, it was that sexy. She got the tat on her left hip and it's shootin' stars and…damn, nigga I don't know how to explain how sexy it is, but she told me that she was gonna finally show it off during spring break when we go to her private pool party. Ooh I can't wait." Caesar exclaimed excitedly and Huey cracked up at him. After that conversation was done, the two best friends diverted their attention to the homecoming after party once again.

Just then, Riley walked downstairs lazily in his pair of boxers and a wife beater (still waking up), and into the kitchen to see his brother and his basketball buddy looking at him. Instead of asking why they did so, he just walked towards the fridge to get some orange juice. Y'know, that orange juice that nobody is supposed to put their hands on. The freshly made orange juice that Granddad paid some people to squeeze the oranges for. Nope, he didn't drink the generic one that Granddad continued to argue with him to drink that instead.

Huey was about to say something about that, but he just shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Riley, come here."

"Naw nigga, I'm drinkin' this shit. I don't know why, but I can't get enough of it. Kinda like crack." He replied, pouring the liquid into the plastic cup. Caesar just laughed at his response as Huey grew annoyed.

"No, Riley. I'm not tellin' you to come here for that. Caesar got somethin he wanna show you." He impatiently retorted. Riley then walked over to sit in the seat next to Huey and chugged his drink down with both hands on the cup as if he's been without food for weeks. Caesar snorted and Huey ignored his brother's bizarre way of drinking.

"What you want, nigga?" Riley asked after he finished gulping down the drink. Caesar raised his eyebrow and eyed the two brothers back and forth.

"Ya'll act just alike. Can't show a nigga no love. Always a 'what you want, nigga' rather than a 'what up Ceez'." Caesar childishly complained. Huey chocked his eyebrow up at that.

"Man, don't lie. I say 'What up, Ceez' everyday." Huey argued.

"Well, not today." Caesar counter-argued. Huey rolled his eyes and groaned.

"Aye Ceez," Riley interjected, all eyes on him, "Quit actin' like a lil' hoe." He crudely stated, followed by snickering. Caesar just shook his head. "Say what you was gon' say, nigga."

Huey drunk the last of his water before Caesar explained the entire thing. He basically told Riley that he was going to rap at some point and time at the after party and he slightly begged for Huey to sing, but he didn't want to. "C'mon, Huey. You said you can sing." He whined.

Huey shrugged. "Don't mean I want the whole world to hear me." He answered nonchalantly. Riley snorted, earning a glare from Huey. "What's so funny?"

"Nothin', nigga. "

"No, somethin' has to be funny."

"It's nothin', just…nigga you know you be rippin' that shit. Nigga, you got that special voice. Shit, I'm ashamed to say you even sound better than me." Riley explained and ended his statement with a smirk, but quickly erased it as he just realized what he had said, which caused Huey to smirk instead. Before he could cover it up, Caesar interrupted him with a wide ass grin.

Calm down, nigga.

"Riley! Nigga, you sing too?" He exclaimed, getting excited for his two friends. The brothers shook their heads at his enthusiastic character. "Awwwwww shiiiitt!"

"Aye! What the hell? Keep ya'll voices down! I ain't got that many years left, but I ain't tryna go deaf!" Granddad yelled as he trotted down the stairs into the living room to grab the keys. All three boys looked at him with different expressions on their faces. Caesar gave him a knowing smirk, amused that he still went out on dates at his age; Riley stared at him confusedly; Huey just glared at him in disbelief.

"Granddad, your Jay-Z CD was so loud, we could hear it in our room. What are you talkin' about?" Huey argued. At this, Granddad pondered for a second and waved his hand as if saying 'shoo' to a bug.

"Shut uupp! I'll be home within an hour or two. Now, don't mess up my house!" Yeah, it was his way of saying goodbye, every time. Huey just waved one hand, Riley turned around in his chair to face Caesar who gave Granddad the peace sign. On that note, he was out the door and the three boys were all to themselves.

Riley started up the conversation again. "So uhh…who ya'll goin to homecoming with?" He said, remembering what they just talked about and trying to change the subject. Luckily, Caesar let it slide this time.

"You already know, Riley." Huey replied with his arms folded.

"Huh?" Riley was confused for a moment until he remembered what he saw earlier. His eyes grew wide and he snickered a bit. "Oh yeaahh! Nigga, I forgot about you and Jaz'. Ya'll niggas was gettin' it in. Here's a little advice though, lock the door just in case someone like…hmm, let's see…ME AND STACIA walk in again." He...he advised? After doing so, he cracked up laughing. Caesar's eyebrows narrowed at Huey and Huey gave him the eyebrow.

"What?"

"Yo, you told me you and Jaz' ain't do nothin'!"

"We didn't, Ceez. We just kissed…repeatedly…on my bed," He responded, his cheeks filling up with more and more heat the more he broke down his sentence, "…with her layin' under me." And that's all it took for Caesar and Riley to hunch over with laughter. They couldn't help it. Huey just groaned.

"He forget to add the part where they was grindin' against each other." Riley blurted out purposely, earning more laughter from Caesar and himself. Huey grew irritated quickly.

"Nigga shut up, damn." He huffed, folding his arms once more. Riley just snorted and rolled his eyes as Caesar placed an enormous smile on his visage.

"Aiight nigga, calm down." Said Riley, "But, ya'll already know who I'm goin' with, so Caesar, you found a girl yet? Or are you still sufferin' from bitch dependency?" He snickered, earning a smack in the back of the head from Huey. "Ow, nigga! CHILL!"

Caesar just snorted. "Naw nigga, I'ma just ask Cindy just to save the embarrassment of gettin' played in front of someone I don't know." Riley just nodded, but Huey shook his head.

"And you say you don't like her more than a friend." He half-teased. Caesar just rolled his eyes.

"You know it ain't like that, Huey."

"Whateva, nigga." Riley responded with a wave of his hand. "You know damn well you feelin' that white girl." Caesar wrinkled his eyebrows together.

"Man, you sayin' that like ya'll ain't cool. Nigga, she yo' best friend too." Caesar argued, getting a little riled up. Huey just watched the both of them, looking back and forth.

"And that's all she'll ever be, nigga. I mean, don't get me wrong, she cute and all, but I could never date no white girl. I mean, if you do, that's cool, 'cause that's how you are." Caesar glared at him for the last comment. "You know what I mean, Ceez. You just like women. I prefer chocolate though." He depicted as the other two gave him puzzled looks…well, Caesar gave him a puzzled look, but Huey gave a small grin.

"Whateva." He gave up trying to explain to his friends. "But yo, I'm stayin' over so uhh…make room for a nigga!" Caesar exclaimed excitedly out of nowhere.

"Again?" Riley asked in mock surprise. "Freeloadin' ass." He muttered, earning another smack in the back of his head by his older sibling. "Ow! Nigga, keep yo' hands to yo' self!"

Caesar just snickered and all three boys headed upstairs to chill in the room.

So how'd you like it? I'd really like to know. xD

Please review guyss!

Oh, & I'm workin' on Chapter 6 now, and boyyy is it gonna be somethin'! No worries, no worries. It's comin' to ya real soon! :D