Yes, I know it's been decades. Lol, but I'm finally updating. Shout out to my ridiculous sister Da98Ghetto and my dearest friend MercuryManson! Forgive me if this chapter is long!

"Guys!"

Bri and Huey turned to the call, pulling away from each other. They were surprised to see Caesar, hastily waving his hands to get their attention.

"Yeah?" they asked, both of them giving Caesar annoyed looks.

"Riley's in trouble!" was Caesar's reply, gesturing for them to follow him. The two of them exchanged confused looks before following their friend, walking fast to keep up with his pace.

They pushed through the mass of dancing bodies, struggling to get through the crowd. That's when there was a loud shout, followed by the sound of glass breaking. Gasps sounded, a sea of people moving away from a certain spot.

Caesar, Huey, and Bri, turned to see the bar. Shattered shot glasses scattered the floor dangerously. Amongst the mess stood the three troublemakers, looking drunk as ever. Cindy had Riley in a playful headlock, her head resting on his back to steady her drunken posture; a beer bottle in her hand. Tammy was passed out on the bar counter, and empty bottle of vodka next to her unconscious figure.

"What the hell is going on here?" Huey demanded, his voice yelling over the club's music. Riley let out an exaggerated laugh, his eyes sleepy.

"Nigga, what are you talking about?"

"..Yeah, we just having fun like errbody else." This coming from Cindy.

Bri and Huey glared at the three of them; Caesar shaking his head in disbelief. "You guys aren't even old enough to drink!"

"Who the fuck cares?" Riley muttered out, displaying a faint smirk.

"Old enough my ass" Cindy laughed drunkenly, causing Riley to laugh too.

Tammy let out a pained groan then, her head moving on the table a little. "Could ya'll niggas shut the hell up? Shit..giving me a goddamn headache" she complained, groaning once more.

Bri rushed to her drunken sister's side, wrapping an arm around her limp body. "I can't believe this happened under my watch..Grandma's gonna kill me" she grumbled as she propped Tammy up on her shoulder.

"It's alright Bri, I mean, none of this was really your fault" Huey reassured her as he went over to help his brother and Cindy; Caesar helping.

"Damn, what happened here—Oh god, Tammy!" Mikey exclaimed, appearing out of nowhere, Jazmine by his side. He rushed over to help Bri, wrapping an arm around Tammy's torso to hold her up.

"Ugh, get away from me nigga" Riley groaned, struggling to get out of Huey's grasp, only to no avail. Cindy just went with the flow, already dozing off as Caesar took hold of her.

"Ergh, we're leaving now" Bri stated, gritting her teeth. Part of her wanted to yell at her sister, which wouldn't make sense since she was pretty much too drunk to listen. However, another part of her just wanted to yell at herself, letting her guard down for the night because of a few silly teenage hormones that sidetracked her. Stupid Huey, she thought, even though this wasn't his fault either.

Bri slowly opened the door to the Porter house, cursing under her breath when the door squeaked a little. The last thing she needed was Grandma waking up, finding out that she and Tammy were just coming back from the party at three in the morning, and that Tammy was drunk.

She squeezed her eyes shut when Tammy let out another painful groan, hoping it didn't wake up Grandma. Closing the front door, she held onto to her drunken sister as she felt along the wall, looking for the light switch. As her fingers ran over it, she flipped the switch. Blinking a few times as her vision registered, her jaw dropped at the sight.

Grandma sat in her recliner, a cup of tea in her hand with a saucer underneath. "Well, it's about time you two returned dammit!" she steamed, giving Bri a look. Bri looked sheepish, sighing as she stared at her black flats. They were dead.

Grandma's eyes shifted from Bri to Tammy, her eyes widening in anger. "And you let your little sister drink under you supervision-"

"Grandma, I can explain-"

"Oh really? I bet that little sneaky cornrowed fool across the street is drunk too huh? What about the dumb blond?"

"But Grandma!"

"I bet you had a glorious time too, huh? I see how you look at that afro boy..I know you gotta thing for him. Oh, please tell me you didn't screw him!"

Bri rolled her eyes at that, embarrassment written all over her face. She didn't do anything like that, not that she had the guts to. She's too much of a good girl..too scared to try anything like that with a guy. Geez, her Grandma always knew how to make things worse.

"Grandma, I'm sorry! I didn't mean for any of this to happen-"

"Damn straight. Now help your sister upstairs…and you betta expect an ass whooping in the morning too…shit, lucky I don't just beat ya little ass right now!" Grandma went on, gesturing for Bri to head for the stairs. She sighed before half dragging-half limping Tammy over to the staircase, going up to their shared room.

"Goddammit boy! You're supposed to be the responsible one! Please explain to me why your brother is drunk and ya'll are just now coming home…it's three in the damn morning!" Granddad shouted from his recliner, giving Huey a stern look.

"Granddad, I can explain! Riley, Tammy-"

"Oh here we go with that ghetto little black girl across the street! What's her name…Tori?"

"Her name is Tammy, Granddad."

"Whatever, same thing!" he yelled, shaking his head. Huey furrowed his eyebrows, extremely upset that his brother's actions we're being dumped on him.

"Granddad, Riley's old enough to think for himself! None of this is my fault-"

"Yeah, but you're supposed to set the example."

"Set the example? You don't see me about to pass out drunk, do you?!"

"Don't you raise your voice at me, boy!"

Huey sighed, knowing this was going nowhere. Why couldn't people just listen to him for once?

"Ow!" Mikey groaned, rubbing the back of his head where his mother just hit him. Oh, his parent's were beyond upset, even though this wasn't his first time coming home late from a high school party.

"Serves you right son. You had your mother worried sick about you!" his father yelled, pointing an accusing finger at him.

Mikey rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, preparing himself for another one of their lectures. "This is some ol' bull-"

"Watch your mouth Michael!" This coming from his mom.

He sucked his teeth and leaned against the kitchen counter, furrowing his eyebrows. He wasn't even sure why he was getting punished. Was it because he was passed his curfew or simply because he consumed alcohol in the last couple of hours? Hm, probably both. But hey, at least he wasn't drunk like some of his other irresponsible friends!

"Alright, I'm sorry guys. I should've been more responsible and-"

"Oh, please..don't give us that 'sorry apology' like you always do son. You've messed up one too many times. I believe the last time this happened…what was it? A bar fight?"

"Hey, that fucker was asking for it!"

"Language, Michael," his mother said sternly.

"Aight, so what? You gonna ground me? Make me do extra chores around the house? Make me do volunteer work for the public?" Mikey said smartly, giving his parents a sly grin. He watched as they exchanged looks before turning back to him, their faces serious.

"Actually, no. We're sending you back to Brooklyn to live with your aunt," his mother stated. Mikey looked from her to his father, and then back again at her; clearly shocked. No, no..They can't be serious!

"But…I like it here! I get to see my old friends..Bri and Tammy..and I've also made new friends!"

"Oh..so that's what this is about? Bri?" his father asked, flashing a smile. His mother smiled also, quite amused that her son was taking a liking to girls, especially his own best friend.

"Awwh..my little Mikey-poo is growing up!" his mother cheered.

"I beg to differ...seems like he still has a little bit more growing up to do. Which is why we're sending his to go live with his aunt. She'll teach him a lesson or two about responsibilty..so he can forget about that Porter girl," his father cut in.

Mikey felt his cheeks flush a little. He had made a mistake mentioning Bri in front of them. They knew how close he was with her..ever since they were ten; she was someone he really cared about. His best friend. Right? Or did she mean more to him..?

His mind drifted to the bubbly mulatto he spent the night with. Her poofy orange hair..those sparkly kiwi eyes..that pretty smile. But who did he like more-

"Michael," his mother said, snapping him out of his thoughts. He blinked before giving his parents stern looks.

"No, I'm not going anywhere."

I'm staying.