Huey and Jazmine walked through the library aisles, scanning to see something to read.

"What's been going on?" Jazmine asked.

"In the span of approximately 14 hours, Riley rode through our bedroom on his bike, got beaten by Grandad, and refused to change the profile. Grandad also refused to bake the cake, and the two of them are still at war, taking the other person down whenever they get the chance."

"Whoa. So how are you coping?" Jazmine asked.

"For now, I'm leaving the house to get some temporary peace." Huey said.

"Okay. where do you want to go tomorrow?"

"Depends on how this situation will work out."

"Okay." Jazmine replied.

After two hours with Jazmine, Huey went home.

"She seemed excited." He told himself.

He walked through the house. "Riley! Grandad! I'm home!" He called. He walked to the living room.

Riley was using up electricity. Music was blaring, the t.v was on full blast,

"Hah hah! Take this old man!" Riley shouted to Grandad.

"Riley, turn that down!" Huey shouted over the noise, covering his ears.

"What?"

"TURN IT OFF!"

"Nigga, why don't you turn it off?"

"I'm going no where near those speakers!"

"Man, you's a bitch! You can't take a little..."

Everything was shut off.

Riley looked at the screen in disbelief. Huey sighed, relieved. Riley looked up.

Grandad's ominous face was above him. He had his arms crossed.

"Until you change my profile, no electricity." He said, with a deadly deadpan tone. He walked away.

"Oh, I'll change your profile." Riley told his distant Grandfather.

Grandad logged onto the dating site, checking if Riley changed anything.

Name: Robert Freeman

Age: Not quite sure

Gender: Male

Account: Default, Public

Description

I am STILL a horny hoe! Now I have a fetish for dudes with toe fungus, bad eyes, re-vitilliago, or is cumfturble wearing a bunny suit during! I can take A LOT in, and I mean like, like a FOOT or MORE!

Sinsurly

Robert Freeman

FrederickDaMan has sent Robert Freeman a message

Still wanna?

Grandad was enraged. His blood boiled in his body. He read the profile over, and over.

I'm going to murder this little fucking nigga! He fucked up my profile again!

Principle, danm principle. Grandad thought. A belt isn't enough, I'm going to need a damn Samurai sword! But who do I know with one of those? He thought for a minute.

"HUEY!" He called from the kitchen.

Huey was up in room researching more news. Riley ran up the stairs, excited.

"Hey man, guess what?" Riley said, hoding a box in his hands.

Huey turned his chair. "What?" He asked.

"I got new gear! Check it, it's gon' look hot!" Riley said He laughed as he ripped the box top off "I spent my savings on this!" He took out the white suit, and hat fr Huey to see.

Which was two sizes too small.

"W-What the?" Riley asked.

"Riley, did you put that in the wash?"

"Yeah, I...THAT NIGGA!" Riley shouted.

Grandad laughed loudly through the hallway. "Ooh boy! You should've seen you're face!" Grandad wiped a tear from his eye.

"That's a bitch move. Grandad!" Riley yelled.

"Oh, so you can't do your own damn laundry huh? See what happens!"

"Fix my gear!"

"Then fix my profile!" grandad asked in a mocking tone.

"I did." Riley said.

"Well you're repair was as good as your 'gear' looks." Grandad said, and he whistled away.

Riley was enraged. "That nigga is gon' PAY what he OWES!" Riley shouted, nearly ripping the tiny shirt. Huey would have to take his plan into action.

The next day, when Huey came back from Jazmine's house, Grandad and Riley were in the middle of fighting. Huey closed the door, with a calm attitude, but it was loud enough for Grandad and Riley to stop arguing.

"Grandad, Riley, this is Prentice Swan." Huey introduced the blonde peaceful woman.

"Who?" Grandad asked.

"Hi, nice to meet you. I'm a relationship resolving specialist. For the next week, I'm going to help you two through your issues, and bring into a state of peace, and progress." She beamed, with the confident voice of a News Anchor.

"Uh, pleasure to meet you , but if you don't mind me asking, how much are your lessons?"

"Grandad, I've got it covered." Huey said.

"Where did you get so much money?"

Huey shurgged. Grandad turned to Prentice. "When do we start?"