I had the shout outs typed but my retarded ass mouse made me go back and I had to type that shit all over again. lol well I'm awake now, so let me get started
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DeLorean Hedgehog: I swear, if Huey & Sirayah do it on that
yacht, I hope their stains don't end up in the lake. Lake Michigan's the main
water source for 12 million people, including me. HAAAA. Don't worry, the water supply is SAFE for ALL.
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LovinHueyFreeman: No, he wasn't serious and I've known people getting married in a shorter time and it lasted longer than people expected. They won't get married right away, they'll be engaged for a while, besides they boat needs to get rocked before the reach the alter anyways. lol
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Chapter 27- High Times in Low Places
'One's happiness is another's tragedy.' –Che Black Diamond
Sirayah's POV
"Will you stop looking at that ring?" I giggled as I looked to my side and cuddled against Huey's chest. He wanted me to walk around in Cindy's outfit she gotten me, he decided to stay on the yacht a little longer.
"I can't help it." I sighed. That's what my day consisted of so far, talking, eat, sex and repeat on and off. I must say it has been fun.
"So tomorrow I'm gonna go help my little cousin Derek train, want to join me?"
"Of course, hey, you like kids?" He nodded.
"Yeah, I mean…I've always wanted some but I have certain reservations." He was playing with my ribbon.
"Like?" I tilted my head.
"You think I'll be a good father?"
"Of course you would!" he gave me a look that signaled he didn't believe me.
"It's true. You'll be one of those sitcom dads. Your kid will have the best stories. Like, your kid could make you a spaghetti necklace and you'd marvel at how horrible it looks, but will love it anyway. And Lord knows what type of uncle Riley would be. I suspect he'd be those loud ones that embarrass you at graduation. "
"Ah damn, I'm that mean?" he did a light chuckle. But he looked at me.
"No, I mean…like I got more fears about starting a family of my own."
"What's wrong?" he rested his head on my shoulders.
"I don't want to have them and then die…die early before I can watch them grow up."
"…Like your parents…" I said.
"I want to watch them grow, I want to see how they become…to see someone that's half of me do bigger and better than me one day is something I'd like to experience."
I smiled and kissed his forehead. "You will Huey."
"I don't have to worry about you; you're smart, nurturing and talented with kids you'll be a good mom."
I didn't think of how my own kids would be like. Sure I trained hundreds, thousands of other kids and they have always been a big part of my life and always will because they're my future. Speaking of futures…
"Huey, have you ever been scared that your whole life could be mapped out for you?"
"What you mean?"
"Like scared of being a part of the grand master plan of the universe or whatever, I don't know how to ask." I giggled.
"You're into the illuminati conspiracy?" He shot up interested.
"NO." I said quickly.
"I am, I swear, you must mean to ask could you be absent mindedly contributing to the New World Order, well let me start at the beginning…"
I gripped the side of my head.
"Can I just model this sexy lingerie for you again?"
"Hush girl, I'll just take it off again when we're done talking, anyway, the New World order…"
I shook my head. He told me the stories of his domestic terrorist days and I should've known better than to bring up conspiracies around him. He's a crazy character, but I love him to death. So I sat and listened to him ramble about how Agent Flowers was a part of it all and his weird love to stomp people in the nuts made Huey uncomfortable.
"Now RELIGION plays into it by-" I covered his mouth.
"Hush love I get it." I laughed.
"No!" he snapped my bra strap back. "Listen!"
"Ow!" I popped his chest. I laughed when he rolled over on top of me, pinning me down.
"You really want to try and fight me?" he smiled.
"I can try!" we proceeded to play wrestle until…well…you know the rest.
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Jazmine's POV
"…Jaz?" I cracked my eyes open to see blue eyes look at me. I pushed the button to raise the bed.
"Niko…when you get here?" I croaked, damn my mouths dry.
"I got the quickest flight from Detroit I could get, you okay?" I nodded.
"Earlier today the doc said I have a huge bruise on my back and a couple of scars, I'll be released later today." I said in relief, I hate hospitals. Niko stroked my my hair that was no doubt all messy and what not. I can't wait to get out of here!
"Man I swear, people are so damn rude…making fun of your fall." I arched an eyebrow.
"Huh? What you mean?" I grew hard shelled when it came to public scrutiny, they can say whatever they want about me, and I don't give a fuck. People are so bored they take the time out to rant on Facebook and Twitter and other social sites about how big of a slut I am. To that I say whatever, still million dollars richer, prettier too.
"They're laughing; talking about you couldn't even handle your own liquor and tripped." Things weren't adding up. Tripped?
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Hiro said you were drunk and fell through the table."
"….WHAT?"
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Tonya's POV
"The baby's due in April." I told Escobar over the phone.
"Okay bye." He hung up. I scrunched my nose up. He is one rude nigga I swear. That's what I texted him too. I sucked my teeth when I didn't get a text back. Whatever he can't duck and doge me for so long, he'll have to face the music eventually. It was painful though, the morning sickness and the kicking of the baby were really annoying, and I haven't been able to gossip and print a lot of stories due to said illness. But I have been working on my reality show contract. I haven't heard from Nicki in a while, she's been acting off, maybe it's from all that coke she's been snorting, not entirely too sure. Not even Cairo been seeing a lot of her lately which is weird because the team is always seen together, she sure has been acting weird. I was talking to my mom on the phone when I decided to cut the conversation short and call Nicki.
"Hello?" she sounded doped up as usual.
"Nicki, where you at?"
"Photo shoot."
"At which studio?"
"Florence."
"I'll stop by in a second, I need to talk." After I hung up I freshened up and got ready. I'm so fat. I can't fit into all my old clothes, resorting to wearing yoga pants and t-shirts with boots and a Coogi jacket. I bought me something to eat and made my way to the studio shop. I walked in to see Nicki doing some new cover shoots for fall. She was wearing a short brown kimono with some weird hairstyle I can't really describe and loud ass make-up. I had to giggle, she looked like a clown. When she was done I followed her to her room. Coke was all over both the lounging table and her vanity table.
"I guess being discreet is no longer a practice."
"What you want?" she pulled out a diamond decked flask and began drinking.
"You….okay?" I squatted on the couch. I guess you could say she was the closest thing to a friend I had, so I figured being concerned or at least pretending to she'd tell me. She just snorted.
"You know, it'll stay between us, I mean, I already know about your little abortion and all…you okay?"
"Don't talk about that." She slouched deeper into her shoulders, almost laying her head on the desk. I pursed my lip.
"You should feel guilty. I mean, that was a life."
"Oh, and the one you're having was a token of love." She said lowly.
"There's no such thing as love in this industry, only business. I do what I do to ensure I'll get a star on the Walk of Fame, and I'm making progress." I smiled.
"We aren't winners…we're losers." She muttered. I arched an eyebrow at her.
"Uhm, speak for yourself. Hey, stop wallowing in your own self-pity. What all you done is done. You can either keep running from it or let that shit catch up with you and fuck you up. If I let all my shit get to me I'd probably be like you right now." And that was true. Hell, why start to have a sliver of conscious now? No one will give you a round of applause for enlightenment; they'd just think you were being halfhearted with it anyway. I stood up; I guess I can give some genuine insight.
"I guess this ain't what you planned when you got your name in those marquees huh?" I shook my head.
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Riley's POV
We ain't heard a peep from Huey all that day, so I guess the nigga still getting in, I ain't mad about that, but the girls were anxious to see Sirayah's ring.
"They need to come on! I want to see the ring!" Alice pouted. Ceasar and Cindy were smoking and playing video games in our room.
"Ah, let em have their alone time." Cease said he passed the blunt to Cindy.
"Fuck dat, I want to know how my girl rocked the lingerie I got her."
"Oh, no wonder they haven't shown up yet." We laughed at Caesars inquiry. I loved that my friends and girl were enjoying they time out here with me in Chicago. There were nights were I wouldn't look so forward to the anniversary to my parents death, which was in a few days and I was a little on edge. But like always, they always knew how to make a nigga smile on the eve of my hard days.
"Yo, so ya'll know Nicki being on some fuck shit." Cease's attention didn't turn from the TV.
"I heard they got a new rapper in they brigade, I forgot his name but he whack like the rest of his crew." Cindy snorted and she then paused the game to look at me.
"Hey Riley! I golf! Putt too! Swallow baaaals!" I cracked up laughing. Either her or Alice would walk around and randomly yell that I me, knowing how hard I'd laugh. I shook my head.
"Stop that shit Cindy." I laughed.
"Yeah, she is avoiding this ass whooping." They were playing Smash Brother's Brawl. Cindy rolled her eyes as she went back to gaming. Alice went in the kitchen to get us some drinks. Tonight I would take Alice out on the town, just her and me. It was nice chilling with the homies but I need some alone time with my miss too. My phone rang and it was a text from Huey.
'We're off the boat but uhm…we're stopping to rest at my place and then we're going to see Derek, I promised him to teach him some moves today.'
'Okay, you tired out from all that fuckin' huh? Lol'
'No, but she is. Catch you later.'
I bust out laughing.
"What's funny?" Alice put her chin on my shoulder.
"Huey them is off the boat but uhm, we'll see them a little later. It's a brother thing, can't tell you." I kissed her forehead.
"Wanna go to dinner with me later?"
"Okay." She kissed me back. Cindy screamed in anguish as she lost.
"FUCK." She hissed. Cease taunted her until she slapped his hand out her face.
"Don't get mad babe, everyone can't be number one." Cindy just rolled her eyes.
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Jazmine's POV
The police had come by the hospital once they were told I was conscious. I was giving them vague answers but I was thinking about how that motherfucker Hiro lied and said I fell on my own. I just couldn't believe that shit. Here I am trying to help his stupid ass and he goes and does that to me. I didn't have to give any money to keep his stupid club above water. As far as I'm concerned the bitch can burn to the ground by his crack pipe. Bitch! Once I was released and told the cops I'd talk to them later, I followed Niko to his car. I sighed loudly as I got in the front seat.
"Want to go home?"
"Yeah, I'm tired." I rested my head in my palm. He didn't hear the last of me. I guarantee it. Once I'm done with my power nap, I'm going on a little road trip.
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Huey's POV
"What's your problem is that you rush into your enemy, it's not that hard to hit you." I told Derek. We were over his house in the back yard practicing his fighting skills. Sirayah sat back on the lawn chair sipping on some hot cocoa my aunt made her; she was bundled up in a blanket as well, after the insistence of Brenda.
Derek was getting visibly irritated and he charged at me again, only to have me back hand him to the ground.
"Huey!" Sirayah shouted. "Not so hard!"
"Heeey, this is my way to teach." I shrugged. "I thought you said I'd make a good parent."
She chuckled lightly and continues to watch the show.
"Here are some standard stance moves." I put my feet at shoulders length and blocked put my fists up.
"Always keep your face guarded, now, try to hit me."
The air was awkward with silence being that he was too small to reach me.
"Uhm….try to kick me." I said apologetically. He waited before striking, which was good.
"How was that?" he asked.
"Pretty good, you know what? You need a uhm, punching bag so you can practice and what not. You need to work on your stances and speed for the most part." I told him. Aunt Brenda walked outside the porch and sat beside Sirayah. It was almost near sunset and you could hear random kids in the neighborhood out in the front, cars screeching, and people hollering about nothing, it was a pretty standard Chicago day.
"Boys it's almost dinner time, plus ain't ya'll cold? Shheeez." She began talking to Sirayah.
"Huey I wish you'd stay here longer, I ain't getting the hang of this fast enough." He sighed.
"Sorry D, but I'll be back, you know this." I patted his baby-dreaded head. He just pouted some more.
"Yeah, months at a time, I tried to ask mom about moving to Maryland so I can be at your dojo so I could at least be trained by your mentor Tenchi. She would always say no."
It was going to be a surprise so I decided not to tell him but I was going to build a dojo up here next year in May, around him and Riley's birthday. I think that would be a good gift for him for his 10th birthday.
"Well, maybe that's a sign you're supposed to train here."
"Eh…so how about it Huey can you still beat that guy up for me?"
"Keep training and doing the moves I showed you, you'll get it."
"Aight, aight." He walked back towards the porch and stopped to talk to Sirayah.
"I like you, you alright, it was nice spending time with you Miss S." he offered to take her empty mug in the house with him.
"He's so much like you." She smiled as she stood up.
"Yeah, so ready to hang with the crew finally?" I asked her.
"Yeah, I bet they missed us." She laughed.
"They'll live." I wrapped my arm around her as we walked in the house together.
...
Alice's POV
I smiled at the choice Riley picked for us to eat at. It was along the river at an Italian restaurant. He was looking at what he wanted when he talked.
"So, Tonya called me today, said the baby will be due in April."
"…I see." I really hoped that kid won't be his. I sucked my teeth.
"If it is yours, what will you do?" I asked him.
"Taking full custody, it's not responsible for their mom's fuck shit. I just got to do what I got to do."
"You don't know what it is yet? I'm sure she would know the gender by now."
"Nah, she ain't told me, I honestly didn't bother to ask." He released breathe. The waitress came to our table; she glared at me, but smiled at Riley. Stank ho.
"Hey Escobar, welcome! I'm Stella I'll be your waitress today, what can I get you to drink."
"Let me get Sierra Mist." He was looking down at his menu; she slowly turned to me and popped her gums.
"And you?" she said flatly. Look bitch, don't start, I'm sick of having to put these thirsty ass ho's in they place.
"Let me get a Strawberry Lemonade." I said with much attitude. Riley sat there awkwardly before speaking.
"If you won't act right I'll just ask for another server, I don't feel like dealing with that." He shook his head. Stella raised her hands.
"No, no. I'm sorry. I'll bring the drinks." She walked away but didn't think twice to give me another stank look before turning the corner.
"I'm sorry Alice, having to put up with stuff like that."
"You fine, it's not your fault." I looked at him. He's been quieter than usual, and I know it's because the 19th is getting closer. On regular days Riley would just curse that bitch out and leave it at that, and all last week he was harassing the paparazzi, but this week? He's been acting low key and really hasn't been saying much. He's been just sad and I don't like my baby sad. He smiled dimly before picking at the napkin on his silverware.
"…You're thinking about your folks, aren't you?" I asked.
"Yeah, it's been heavy on my mind and shit. You know, sometimes they are kinda why I want to change my style of music you know? It's only when I think about them do I feel…ashamed of my promiscuous ways."
I nodded, letting him talk.
"Sometimes I just think about them when—" he stopped talking once Stella came back with our drinks, she acted like she wanted to spill mine, but Riley was eying her hard the whole time as she was pretending to fiddle with my drink. Bitch is gonna get stomped on in a minuet if she keep playing.
"Okay, are you ready to order?" She looked at him. I felt my eye twitch.
"I'm not by myself, I'm sure my girlfriend would like to eat too." He said bored.
"I was gonna take her order down too, stop trippin."
He snapped his fingers. "That's it, you're dismissed bitch. I want another waiter, I don't trust you. You'd probably spit in her food or some shit and I'd have to act a fuckin' fool. I told your ass I'm not in the mood with your bullshit." When Riley starts talking like a gangsta Huey, he really isn't in the mood to play. So after a not so subtle talk to the manager we were placed with a male waiter.
"Hey! Uh, so what ya'll want?" Fred asked us. He looked too happy to be placed with us, and then as if he read our minds, he explained.
"I had some horrible ass customers. Ya'll hear those loud mothafuckas in the back where the booths are? That's my table. Thank God Stella was on her period, now she has to deal with that table." Riley laughed.
"Ah man, respect, glad you can serve us." We told him our orders and he went to send them in. When the coast was clear, he resumed talking.
"I just wished they were here to see they boys blowin up you know?" he finally finished.
"And this Tonya shit; I'm not over that, I still can't believe that happened. Some nights when I can't sleep my mind drifts off to that. Can I really raise a kid I didn't even want? I know it ain't the kid fault like I said earlier but I would have to look at him or her and be reminded I was raped every day. Can I really face that?"
I felt for him, I really did.
"I don't know." I said honestly. "All I know is that you got my support in whatever you choose, because I know you'll do the right thing."
"Doing the right thing is overrated sometimes." He scoffed but smiled. "I need you by my side through anything, thanks for that."
"Ah no need to thank me, it kinda goes without saying."
"Sometimes I think you're too good to me." I laughed.
"Nah I'm for real, I was a foul nigga in my day man, if I was thinking like I was years ago, you'd be a ho right now." He laughed.
"….What?"
"You sound mad, but listen, ehhehehe, okay I had this thing where I use to think all women were ho's since I had to take em to eat…you had to be there for it to be more funny." He coughed. I just looked at him.
"Aw c'mon! I wasn't saying you one. I'm trying to tell you about myself." He poked my arm.
"Mmmmhm." I fought my smile but he kept poking me, making me laugh. Fred came with our food and placed our plates one by one on the table.
"Yeah you know you ain't mad, stop tryin to trip." He smiled his sly smile.
"Okay, okay." I laughed.
"Maybe one day." He said.
"One day what?" I cocked my head to the side.
"You'll see. But until then, let's get closer to each other." I smiled.
"Sounds good to me." We toasted our cups together.
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Nicole's POV
I took a puff of my blunt and gazed up at the night sky. I've been feeling so tired lately and I'm want to be left alone for a while. I'm tired of faking my smiles in photos and interviews; I need to wind down for a while. I pulled out my little bag of dust from my pocket and sniffed a couple times. I gasped for air as I threw my head back, but went in for more. I kept snorting until I was in a coughing fit. I felt tears fall from my face as I kept snorting until I felt dizzy as hell. In panic, I fell off my lawn chair and fell to the ground. My vision was blurry and spinning around and I brought my hand to my nose. I wiped a trail of blood across my hand.
"Urrggh." I rolled over and I felt myself overdose. All went black.
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Duey's POV
"Yeah, I'll see you later, bye." I was walking towards Nicki's house with Fresh Mac. Cairo wanted to work on more music and Nicki was needed for a few verses. I knocked on the door and got no answer. Mac looked around.
"Her car's here. You think she with Tonya?" he asked me. I shook my head.
"Nah, Tonya talking with some random nigga, I don't think she would choose hanging with Nicki over a nigga with a wallet."
"…Wait, isn't she pregnant?"
"Nigga that don't stop no ho from her ho-ish ways."
"Ugh." He said.
"Ugh is right." I said as I knocked on the door again. I tapped my foot and flipped my dreads over my shoulder.
"Where the hell is she?" I stepped back and looked up. Her bed room lights are on, so what the hell? Mac walked around to the backyard.
"DUEY!" he screamed, I immediately ran towards the back. I stared at the sight in front of me.
"Ah SHIT."
ah shit indeed. R &R