Chapter 1: Junior Year
The idyllic little town of Woodcrest Maryland looked to be as scenic as ever. Two story modern georgian mansions, all constantly freshly painted white, lined up the streets like baby ducks waddling in a row, each with their very own navy blue or silvery gray honda civics parked in their two car garages and each with their own perfectly groomed hedges and trees whose leaves faded into a burnt orange to signify autumn.
The picture perfect image of suburbia continued until the ill-suitably named Timid Deer Lane where the fourteen year old Riley Freeman was throwing a fit out on the lawn all for the neighborhood to see or at least awkwardly glance at through windows washing their dishes or watering their plants.
Riley Jerome Freeman aka Young Reezy aka Riley Escobar aka the Fundraiser considered himself to be the 'realest nigga in Woodcrest' (possibly because he was one of the few niggas in Woodcrest) and as such he took steps to maintain and preserve that title which is why he was dressed like he was gonna perform at B.E.T in babby blinged out acid washed jeans, a baggy white Gangstalicious T-shirt and a somehow even baggier bright cherry red hoodie. He was not dressed for the season or the dress code but he looked fresh as hell and a negro of this fresh vareity needed to arrive to his new kingdom in style i.e not the goddamn school bus where the dweebs and uglies rode, sure Huey's gay ass can ride with them but the Escobar had a reputation to uphold.
"Please grandad niggas can't be seeing me riding the bus!" He ugly cried wrapping his entire body around Robert Freeman's leg, refusing to let go no matter how much the surprisingly strong 90 year old tried to pry him off.
"Riley if you get your snotty ass away from me before I shove my foot up your ass!" Grandad shouted back, kicking furiously at his incapacitated leg and dumb grandson.
"No! Let me drive the car!" Riley insisted, his grip got even more tighter and more desperate like a Boa Constrictor with its prey or thirty year old women fighting for Chris Brown tickets.
"Over my dead goddamn body!" Using Riley's cornrows as leverage and with his knee in his grandson's face, Robert finally felt the little brat's grip slip.
"No, not the hair grandad!" Riley let loose of his grip on the old man to protect his most precious cargo, his hair. Freshly braided with such even rows that had to be calculated with a ruler, elaborate styling that made his hair seem to glow instead of looking oily or greasy and not even a single wisp of hair to be seen, his hair was worth more than the Mona-Lisa, worth more than the the statue of david especially since he had to beg Jazmine to do it. If grandad fucked up his hair he would have to kill him; his legs still kept a firm grip around the old man's leg.
"Then get off my leg I ain't raise you to be no goddamn monkey!"
While the dumb and dumber argued in the background, sixteen year old Huey Freeman stood on the sidewalk earphones in most likely listening to the audiobook version of an autobiography he's read a dozen times before, afro standing proud and tall in the slight wind adding even more height to his already lengthy frame, dressed in dark blue jeans jeans and a white T-shirt which was covered by a buttoned up brown overcoat. He looked like he was going to preach the good word of Malcolm X to an unexpecting victim-autumn edition.
The words of Malcolm were probably why he was unusually distracted and didn't spot the pink clad nymphet rushing towards him.
"Happy first day of school Huey!" She cheered, hopping onto his back legs wrapping tight around his waist and slender arms curling around his neck, Huey had the split second urge to hurl the stranger onto the floor before he calmed down seeing her familiar smiling face.
"Jazmine, get off me."
At that the sixteen year old Jazmine Dubois pouted before begrudgingly sliding off him, her 5 '2 dwarfed in height by his 6' 2.
"You're such a meanie you know that Huey."
"Of course I know it's one of my best qualities." He shrugged smirking slightly
"No it's not, your eyes are your best quality. The dark brownish red it's like the wine mom's always drinking." She said offhandedly brushing imaginary dust off herself.
Before Huey could even analyze all the things that were going on in that sentence Jazmine with her goldfish brain had already swiftly changed the topic.
"Anyways, how do I look? Don't I look cute Huey?!" She opened up her baby pink and white coat to show off her outfit that she had no doubt been planning for at least a month. A fitted white button up underneath a pink, white and maroon patterned sleeveless argyle sweater, pleated tan skirt paired with floral white lace stockings heeled black mary janes. Her look was silver jewelry encircling her neck, wrists and slender fingers completed and with her thick strawberry blonde curls sadly, at least in Huey's eyes, straightened and combed into braided pigtails with white silk ribbons intertwined through her hair.
She spun around to give Huey a better look.
She looked like a pervert's school fantasy and Huey felt very perverted right now.
She looked enchanting? ethereal? stunning? titillating? All those words filled Huey's brain as he looked at her and it short circuited all he could do was look.
"C'mon Huey don't just stand there." Jazmike whined, stomping her feet like she was ten years old again and which knocked some sense into Huey. This was the Jazmine Dubois he knew, not sensual or erotic or even teasing but whiny and petulant still with the brain of a little kid and that was not arousing. Although he should keep an eye on her to keep the boys and men who might find her arousing.
Just for her safety of course.
"You look alright." He finally answered.
Jazmine's face dropped into a snarl like an adorably feral kitten and her emerald green eyes darkened "You suck Huey Freeman."
"Tha-" A loud yell interrupted what Huey was about to say. The two looked over to see Riley perched on top of an obviously in pain Robert Freeman.
Seeing all eyes were now on him Riley held his hands up, eyes widened "I didn't do shit!"
"It doesn't look like it." Huey quipped leisurely walking over to the crime scene
"Oh my God Mr. Freeman, are you ok?!" Jazmine asked, rushing over to his aid.
"Sweetie pie is that you? I think there is something wrong with my back." Grandad grumbled as his face was pressed against the freshly cut grass.
"Riley get the fuck off granddad." Riley surprisingly did what he was told for once, scrambling off the back of his grandfather and standing back a good four feet away.
"He's not dead right?"
"Does he sound like he's dead dumbass?"
"Nigga fuck you!"
"I'm not the one who bit the hand that fed you. Grandad's old! what if you made him disabled Riley?"
"It's not that bad stop being dramatic," he paused," Tell him granddad, you alright ain't you?"
But hearing the words 'disabled', 'old', and 'grandad' in the same sentence sent Robert into a spiral.
"Oh my God! I'm disabled?! Jesus please take the wheel. I don't want to be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life!" He sobbed, "Big booty bitches don't want niggas in wheelchairs! Oh lord, take Riley instead of my legs!"
"Mr. Freeman you're going to be fine, it's probably just some aches and pains. Huey can you help Mr. Freeman up please." Jazmine said looking up at Huey
Huey gave a final disappointed glare at Riley before listening to Jazmine, grabbing his grandfather's arms and hoisting him up to his feet…for all of five seconds before Robert Freeman yelped in pain and crumpled down on the still green lawn grass.
The three teens stared at the now out cold old man.
"Ok so maybe it was more than a few aches and pains," at Huey's harsh look she uttered out a quiet, "Honest mistake."
Huey let out a deep sigh, "Jazmine call the ambulance. Please."
This was turning into a great first day wasn't it?
While she called Huey moved grandad in a more comfortable and less compromising position.
After the EMTs had scooped up the still unconscious Freeman patriarch and carried him off in the ambulance they figured out that they had missed the bus so in the end Riley won and they drove grandad's precious bloody red 1975 Lincoln Continental to his first day of high school although for some reason he seemed less excited in the back seat.
Looking over to the tense afro haired young man Jazmine hesitated before pulling out a little black jewelry ring box from her school bag. The stark black box contrasted against the pink ribbon.
"Uh so I kind of know this is now a bad time with the whole Riley sending Mr. Freeman to the hospital thing-"
"Hey!"
"-but uh I wanted to give you this to you as a um gift."
Huey spared a glance to her way, "A gift for what?"
"Just open it."
"I'm driving Jazmine."
"You can drive literally blindfolded just please…open it."
He looked at her again before sighing and taking the box from her, opening it with one as he took a good look at the gift.
It was a ring. A silver band with no gems but instead it was engraved with a cute little fat strawberry, twisting it around he saw that it was engraved with the initials J.D.
Jazmine Dubois.
Huey looked back up at her and she met his, lifting up her own hand she showed off the simple silver bracelet with two charms dangling front and center. One being a chibi engraving of the grim reaper and the other having the initials H.F carved into it.
Huey Freeman.
"You know because …besties forever right?"
That sentence felt like a kick in the dick, she might as well have stripped him of his manhood right there and then. Besties forever? He wanted to kill himself or kiss her to prove to her…something that he liked her? that he wanted to fuck her? that he didn't wsnt to be fucking called 'bestie' ever in his life.
"Yeah sure." He replied instead, slipping the ring onto his left hand's ring finger.
Riley in tbe back snorted in disgust, "Nigga you gay as hell."
"Shut up Riley!" They both shouted
The ride the rest of the way to school was quiet but it became less tense when Jazmine slipped her hand into Huey's.
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My second fanfic.
This will mostly be the 'fun' fic meaning less drama and more comedy with a lot of romance. No melodrama…hopefully.
I'm being lead blind in this fanfic more so than others so no concrete storyline.
Warning for future chapters: Will have OCs of various severity but still mostly harmless.
Hope you enjoyed xxx
Side note the title is a lighthearted reference to the manga and anime Bleach. If there are deaths it will be funny.