"Strawberry sugar, Superman. Blue dream, vanilla bean, began. I'm slowly melting in your hand. Here come, here comes the ice cream man."

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Second Person Perspective.

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You've become accustomed to your new group of friends within two months. Huey, Riley, Jazmine, Cindy, Nathan, and you are a well-established group of friends. Riley sees you all more of the crime gang, Cindy as well. Spending your time with them, you learned that everyone had their own connection with one another.

For instance, Cindy and Jazmine defiantly seem closer than just "best friends". Watching their faces turn red whenever they were close to one another screamed volumes. However, Nathan confirmed they aren't in a relationship, despite his constant pushing for them to be together.

Huey and Nathan seem to, "tolerate" one another for the most part. However, Huey wouldn't attempt to share him a third glance. At least they don't fight one another, such as Huey and Riley. Their fighting has no limits.

That could go for you and Riley as well. You both seem to tolerate one another as well but have had your occasional spats, that lead to pushing, then fighting. Neither of you will claim defeat, but find common ground and say you're friends again.

No matter when a fight breaks between all six of you, each one of you manage to bury to feud like it never happened.

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Leaving your bathroom, with your robe tied tightly around your figure, you approached your closet to find a pair of clothes to wear. Initially, you planned to spend the rest of your afternoon with your friends, but that didn't go exactly as planned. Nathan had to attend a family gathering for the weekend, along with Cindy, whilst Jazmine was also doing a family outing.

You, however, had dance lessons, which shortened your afternoon. Thankfully, your classes started early in the morning, so you were able to spend the rest of your day how you pleased. Huey and Riley expressed they wouldn't do much this weekend since everyone else had their own thing to do. Perhaps you could go over to their place since you came back earlier than expected.

Leaving your closest, with an outfit to put together, you heard the gentle "ding" from your desktop computer. A text! Hurrying to your desk, you sat in your chair to see the notification. Since you didn't own a phone, you communicate with your friends through your computer. Looking at your messages, you see three notifications, two from Riley and one from Huey. Each message was sent to you privately.

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Riley!:

Ay Y/n

U free?

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Huey!:

I thought your classes ended later.

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Was this their subtle way of asking you to come outside? And here you thought you were bad at starting conversations.

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Riley!

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You:

Hey Riley

Yeah I'm free

Want me to meet you outside? (👍🏾)

Riley! liked your message.

Riley!:

Yea

bring yo 3DS and game cards

Especially the fighting one

You:

Say less

I'll smash you

Riley!:

Pause

That's gay (😂)

You laughed at Riley's message.

You:

You're weird

Who said it was that type of smash?

Personally, I think it's kinda gay for thinking like that (👎🏾)

Riley disliked your message.

You:

You petty

Riley!:

Nigga u annoying

Get ur ass over here

You:

Ugh

Fine (👍🏾)

Riley liked your message.

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Laughing away with a wide smile, you switch to your private chat with Huey.

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Huey!

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You:

Hello to you too Huey

Yeah my dance classes ended earlier today since I started early this morning

Wanna hang out with me and Riley?

Huey!:

That was the plan.

And hi Y/n. (🤍)

You loved Huey's message.

You:

Do wanna plan ahead for the project? Mrs. B always posts the lesson plan ahead of time

And it had the project theme

The Galapagos Island is what it was about

Huey!:

That's what I was thinking.

We can work on some of it today.

You:

😁

Want me to bring supplies?

Huey!:

There's no need, let's just make a topic first.

You:

Right

We don't even have a topic

I'll see you and Riley in a bit! (👍🏾)

Huey liked your message.

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Thankfully, you already had your outfit set and ready. Along with a pair of new shoes to wear! You bought the black platforms impulsively, due to the taller ones in your friend group picking on you for your height All besides Jazmine, as she is the shortest out of all of you. 

Standing before your full-length mirror, you spun and struck a pose. Sometimes it's best to be confident in your looks. Quickly, you take a light bag to pack a notebook, candy, snacks, and your 3DS, along with your game cards. Looking back to your desk as you threw the strap to your bag over your shoulder, you see your science textbook laying there.

You are more than positive that Huey had his textbook with him, so bringing your own wouldn't be necessary. With a shrug, you leave your room and quickly run to Otis's office. Reaching the other end of the house, you approach the end of the hall, eyeing the pitch black doors. On both doors, a gold-plated symbol of a microphone and the letter T was on the doors.

Knocking on the door as hard as you could, you cleared your throat as you waited to be allowed in. Slowly, the doors creaked open and you stepped inside. Otis's office was huge! He had his private studio, along with endless walls of liquor. On the walls were all his record labels, in pure gold, even his awards. They all led up to his desk that was at the end of the room. Only the finest things were in his office.

"Ay, what's up cuz? Whatcha lookin' scared for? Something happen?" Otis asked you from his red leather seat. He might not know it, he has quite the intimidating aura around him. It just happens to switch off whenever your present. "No, I was just wondering if I could hang out with my friends today?" Asked you asked, you covered your nose to the wavering smell of cigar smoke. Otis took notice of this and snapped his fingers to Macktastic, who instantly put out his cigar.

Macktastic would proceed to spray a decent amount of air freshener to cover the lingering stench. Thank god for that. "You said you wanna go out? With who? Kiara is off today, and I can take you to the mall later Nyx." Otis told, and you shook your head. "Not you or Kiara, I mean if I can hang out with the Freeman brothers, the boys across the street." You said.

"Aye, boys? Ah, nah, you can't rock with that Thug." Flonominal said, nudging Otis with his hand while holding a whisky glass, that has half full. "You right, you right." Otis nodded. You stared at them in shock. Are they serious? "Otis! You know the Freeman brothers! You let me hang out with them before!" You argued, stomping your foot against the black marble tile with a scowl.

"Aye Nyx, we ain't know anybody with that last name. Well, anymore." Leonard spoke, snickering as he did. Macktastic would swat him on the back of the head with a scolding force. "Not around the girl, idiot." He said. Otis would lean back in his seat, his elbows pressed against the armrest. "Who are these Freeman niggas anyway? You like them or sum?" He asked.

Ew, no. "Ew, no!" You gagged, cringing at the thought. "I'm just hanging out with them. Plus I have a project to do with Huey, and wanna play video games with Riley." You told, crossing your arms over your chest. "Ohhh, Riley Freeman. My fault cuz', you can chill with them. Be back before you gotta sleep, and don't do some dumb shit with them. I'm sure Riley ain't gonna let that happen anyways." Otis said, pulling a cigar from the box that was held in front of humbly a butler.

"I think you mean, Huey won't let that happen, but thank you! See you all later, bye, love you!" You hurried out of the office, bidding your goodbyes to them, hearing them do the same as you closed the office doors.

"Do you like they or sum?" You mocked in your older cousin's voice. "As if!" Laughing at the ridiculous thought, you made your way outside of the mansion. With your attention focused on your black platforms as you walked, you didn't notice the person standing in front of you, which you happened to bump. Unfortunately, that force was enough to knock you over, flat on your ass.

"Damn, you blind or something?" The familiar voice mocked. Looking up, you see Riley peering above you with a wide smirk, Huey stood at his side with a blank face that hid his mild concern. "Oh, haha. Help me up." You said, holding out your hand. Riley took your hand and pulled you up from the ground. You muttered your thank you, as you quickly wiped off any derby from your clothes.

Giving your attention to the brothers, you see their confused expressions, which made you make one as well. "What?" You said. "You take steroids or something?" Riley asked, slightly looking up at you. Instantly, you need what he was talking about. "Hm? What do you mean?" You taunted, pining your arms behind your back, clapping your hands together as you gently swayed.

"You know damn well what I mean, ain't know you're that tall. Just yesterday I could step on you." Riley claimed, causing the bubbling rage to occur inside of you. "She's wearing platforms, they make her look taller," Huey told, getting a look of betrayal from you. "You ain't had to tell him, Huey." You huffed, as Riley cackled. "Imagine wanting to be tall so bad. They barely make you that tall would've been better with them stripper boots." He laughed, holding his hand above your head.

He wasn't wrong, the boots didn't make you that taller, it was only by a bit. At least you reached halfway to Riley's height, you had nothing on Huey. He stood above the both of you, all besides Nathan. Rolling your eyes, you dejectedly crossed your arms. "Whatever, let's just-" You passed once you heard the upbeat rhyme of Turkey in the Straw echo through the neighborhood.

Riley and you looked at one another with wide grins. "Ice cream!" You said, running ahead of Riley would follow along. Huey would groan, anticipating the inevitable as he walked behind you both. Waiting on the sidewalk, bouncing on your feet with a wide smile, the ice cream troll stopped in front of you. "Aye Y/n, the trucks here ain't like the ones in Chicago," Riley told you, earning a disappointed sigh from you.

The elderly ice cream man would lean out from the window with a gentle smile. "Aw, don't be sad little one. I'm sure my truck has just enough to satisfy like the ones in Chicago." The man said to you, as he pointed to the menu on the side of the van. Your mood lifted to his words, as you eyed the menu. Every frozen sweet sounded delicious. Riley would point to the "Chocolate Fudge Swirl with M&M's" option on the truck menu with a wide grin.

"Aye, how much money we got?" Riley asked. "We?" Huey spoke up. Drat, you didn't have any money on you either. "I don't have any money on me either.." You muttered shamefully, thankful the two heard. "Who said I ain't got money?" Riley questioned. "Then why would you say "we" Riley? You spent your allowance on some game anyways." Huey said, rolling his eyes as took out his wallet. It looked pretty beat down, torn at the side with dark brown color peeling from it.

Riley would scoff as you stayed silent, watching Huey hand the man a ten-dollar bill. "What can we all get for ten dollars?" He asked him. The old man would fold the bill in his hand and smile at you all. "Well, I can treat you three to three mystery swirl icee's and-" He looked down at you, his smile growing wider. "For you little lady, I'll let you have a swirly straw." He says. Gasp. A SWIRLY straw? It's only more exciting than normal straws because it's bent in funny shapes.

As predicted, you smiled widely and bounced on your toes in place. "Let's get the icee's! Please, can we?" You begged the two brothers. "Aye, how come she gets the swirly straw? That ain't fair." Riley argued, looking to the old ice cream man. "Well, there is no reason. I just wanna see her smile. I'll give you one too if you want, son." He says. A look of disgust washed over both Riley and Huey's faces. "That's gay, I don't even want the ice no more." Riley spat, stomping off.

"Stay on the sidewalk Y/n. Do not move." Huey ordered you before quickly walking after Riley. What even made him so angry? "Seems like I struck a chord with your little boyfriend, huh?" The man says to you. Shocked, you look at him with your own twisted look of embarrassment and disgust.

"He's not my boyfriend! He's just my...friend." You said. Considering the few fights you two had, it took a bit to wonder if you both truly consider one another friends. "Ah, well, I still got the money. Would you like to order something hun, or take back the money? I'll even chip in for ya." He says, his smile softening, with the color in his dark brown eyes glowing in the sun's light.

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The brothers would walk back to the spot, watching the ice cream truck disappear further into the distance. You stood in the same spot Huey told you to stay in, with your back turned to them, watching the ice cream truck leave. "Why did he leave?" Huey spot as they approached you. "Tch, man, we ain't even anything. Niggas here just as grimy as the niggas in New Orleans." Riley huffed. Slowly you'd turn around with a smile, holding two of the frozen treats in your hands.

"Nope! He was actually really nice, and gave large ice cream treats for you two!" You said. "A chocolate fudge swirl with m&m's for Riley." You said, holding up the cup in your left hand to Riley. "And pure vanilla bean with strawberry drizzle for Huey!" You say, now holding up the cup in your right hand to Huey.

The brothers would look at one another before giving you confused looks, that didn't match your genuine smile. As they took their cups from you, Riley's scowl of confusion turns into a smile as he happily indulged in his treat. However, Huey was still skeptical.

"Why did the man only give you two? Did he do anything? Did he make you do anything?" He asked, his eyes squinting as he quickly looked you over. "Nope! All he told me to do was say what flavors you guys liked. I only knew what ice cream Riley liked though, I'm sorry if you don't like it." You told.

"Nah, this is good. Wait, where's yours at?" Riley asked, pointing a spoonful towards you before it went in his mouth. "I didn't get one. I wanted you both to have a large, so I gave mine away." You shrugged. Truly, you wanted ice cream as well, but your friends seems upset so they deserved it.

Riley and Huey shared a glance before looking to you once more. "We can all share," Huey spoke. A look of surprise painted Riley's face. "We? Who said we?" He questioned. Huey clicked his tongue in irritation. "I did, there are bowls in the house, let's go," Huey demanded, pulling on Riley's ear, forcing him to follow his ear.

Laughing at his misery and complaining, you skipped along with the two to their house. Who knew sharing ice cream would bring you into their home? "Ah, nigga let me go, we're at the door already!" Riley snapped, wincing at the pinching pain. Huey let him go, to only use his key to open the door. As he pushed open the door, he silently walked in, Riley next, then lastly you.

Once you stepped onto the dark brown wood floor, you kneeled to undo the laces to your platforms. Riley only chucked off his shoes before heading off to the kitchen and threw them god knows where, while you and Huey neatly placed shoes by the wall.

"Come on, the kitchen is this way," Huey said as he walked ahead of you. Slowly you followed before your eyes caught a glimpse of the decor. Clean white walls, with pictures pinned against them. In the small apartment you lived in with your family, not many pictures hung around on the walls, or even on tables. The last picture you could even remember was a blurry image of yourself as a baby, being cradled in someone's arms.

One of the photos was of Riley, but he looked a lot younger in the photo. Right beside it was Huey, who looked younger as well. However, he still had the same scowl he has today. The next photo was of an old man, with brown skin and short gray hair, that was slowly disappearing with age. The gold tag at the bottom of the frame read "Robert J. Freeman". "Robert J. Freeman. What does the J mean?" You said to yourself. Just as you were about to look at the last frame, Huey's monotone voice startled you. "What are you doing?"

You spun around in an instant, with a guilty face. "Nothing! I was just looking at the pictures, I swear!" I admitted. Huey dully stared at you, not a single expression could be read on his face. He only hummed and motioned your forward. "Come on, your ice cream is going to melt." That was all he said as he walked back to the kitchen, this time you followed him.

Entering the kitchen, you saw Riley sitting on a stool at the kitchen island, eating away at his ice cream, not seeming to mind the few drops of ice cream that was on the corner of his lip. To his right, was a white ceramic bowl with two fair-sized of ice creams from both boys. You obviously sat on the empty stool that had your bowl, while Huey sat on the other side of you.

While eating in comfortable silence, you spoke; "What's your favorite ice cream flavor, Huey?" Huey would pause mid-eating his ice cream to think. "Mint chocolate chip." He told. In unison, you and Riley slowly turned your gaze towards Huey, who silently ate. Looks of utter disgust could be seen.

"What?" Huey nonchalantly said. "At first I thought you were gay, but now I know you are. Liking that weird shit." Riley cringed. "Then have the audacity to say "what". You're just like my brother." You snickered, taking another bite from your ice cream. "You got a brother?" Riley asked, receiving a nod from you. "Mhm, he's liked peanut butter and chocolate ice cream. And loved Reese's peanut butter cups too." You said. "That still doesn't explain how I'm like him," Huey told.

That conjured an argument of which flavor of ice cream is superior among the rest. Neither of you could agree with ice cream was the best, so the argument settled in egotistical silence of each one believing you won. Now sitting in the living, you and Riley were sitting on the carpet floor, aggressively tapping the buttons on your controllers, whilst your characters fought against each other on the screen. Riley played Bowser, while you played Donkey Kong.

Huey sat on the couch, reading away as he twirled a pen between his fingers. On the coffee table were three notebooks and two textbooks. While you and Huey made ideas for your project, Riley worked on last-minute homework. Eventually, you decided to take a break.

Throughout the match, you and Riley had the even pain damage of eighty-five, it was anyone's win now. Thankfully, this match was solely on skill and no help from assisted weapons. You would've lost matches ago. "What are you hiding for? You scared?" You taunted with a grin. Riley would smirk and nudge you, "Nah, just preparin' something." He said. "To lose?" You grinned. "Nah." Was his final words as Bowser punched Donkey Kong off the map, winning the match.

"NOOOOO!" You cried. "LET'S GOOOO!" Riley cheered, jumping up from his spot in victory. He'd prance and face around, mockingly. He was doing the celebratory booty dance, while you fought back a laugh. "Ugh, whatever! I'm gonna use the bathroom." You huffed, putting down your controller as you got up. "The bathroom is upstairs on the right," Huey said from the couch. "Thank you!" You said before heading off for the stairs.

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Leaving the bathroom, you hopped down the steps on the stairs, humming a random tune. Halfway down the stairs, you hear muttering behind the front door. Instantly you went quiet and crept slowly towards the window by the door. You saw an elderly gentleman, holding bags of what you assumed to be groceries as he reached for his keys on the ground. This reminded you of the grandmother that lived in the apartment below your family.

You and your brother would help her with anything she needed, and she's always given cookies whenever you both finished. He must need help! You'd twist the locks on the doors, and slowly pull the door open forward. The man would look up to you surprised, smiling warmly. "Why thank you sweetie pie!"

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Change of Perspective.

Huey's Pov.

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Hearing the click of the locks and the front door opening, I immediately got up from the couch. I swear he was coming later, it can't be six already. Looking at the clock on the wall, I see it was six thirty. "Grandad here already? Still bright as hell outside." Riley yawned. "Let's just go get the-" I paused when grandad walked out from the hall with a bag of groceries in hand, Y/n was beside him, holding a smaller bag in hand.

"Boys! Go on and get the rest of the stuff out of the car, we have a guest joining us for dinner." He ordered, in a more "nicer' toner as he looked down at Y/n who smiled at him. Riley would groan and mutter complaints as the two walked off to the kitchen. "Why do we gotta do this shit?" Riley complained as we walked out of the car.

"Stop complaining Riley, it's just bags," I said, taking out half of the bags from the opened trunk. "Stop being gay then." He said, grabbing the rest. I should beat his ass. Rolling my eyes, I walked ahead. "Make sure to close it this time." That was all I said to him. "Yeah, whatever." He replied, closing the trunk with a slam before we both went inside.

Stepping inside the kitchen, grandad was by the stove, with Y/n next to him. She had to stand on a small stool to reach the big over the large pot as she stirred its contents. As we placed the bag on the counter, grandad spoke up from the conversation they were having; "Why y'all ain't tell me this little girl was y'all friend? She's a good influence on you two." He said. She's the same good influence that eats bags of candy in one sitting.

Riley walked past the fridge to Y/n, leaning over to look in the pot. From the looks of it, he didn't seem happy with what we were having for dinner. Y/n would take a spoon, dipping it in the pot before holding it out to Riley. "Try it, it's good I swear." She told him. Riley shrugged his shoulders and tasted it. "Soooo? Is it good?" She asked. "Meh, it's all right." He shrugged. Y/n rolled her eyes, and waved him off, "Well you can starve then." She told.

Grandad would laugh as he added vegetables into the pot. "You laughing grandad? She said she gonna starve yo' own blood." Riley said while I walked to Y/n by the stove. "That's fine by me, you boys eat up everything in here anyways," Grandad told. Y/n turned towards me, with a spoonful. "Wanna taste? Riley mainly doesn't like it because the soup has veggies." She snickered. Of course.

I'd slowly widen my mouth as she fed me. It was warm and perfectly seasoned. "It's good, isn't it?" She grinned. "Yeah, it's nice. You know how to cook?" I asked. "Mhm, my older brother taught me, that the first time I made something, it didn't taste right. So we gave the half to our parents while we ate the good half." She said, in a bitter-sweet tone. No matter how she spoke, I couldn't stop staring at her.

Watching her slowly stir the pot as she added extra pinches of seasoning to the pot. It was easy to get lost staring at her. "Huey!" Grandad shouted, nearly causing me to jump. "Ya deaf boy? I been tellin' you set up the damn table." He chastised. "What about Riley?" I asked. "He'll clean the dishes, and you sweetie can go on and sit. I got it from here." He said kindly to Y/n. "Okay, but can I help set the table?" She asked, stepping down from the stool, immediately picking it up to put it away.

"Of course, don't let Huey make you do it all." He told her. "Don't worry, he won't." She assured before walking off to put away the stool. Just like that, she already had granddad's approval. Not like it was hard for her, nearly every person in this neighborhood likes her. Thankfully, she hasn't met Ruckus yet. "Use the fancy china, not the brand new ones, just the nice ones," Grandad told me as I walked to the cabinet with the plates.

I only nodded and did as told. Four white ceramic plates, four white ceramic bowls, and just four clear glasses. Y/n can get the utensils and napkins. Walking towards the entrance, I bumped into Y/n which caused what I holding to tip over, and her to fall back. Quickly, I leaned forward, reaching out mob left hand to wrap around the small of her back before she could fall. My right hand caught the plates, bowls, and cups in order. Thank god.

Looking at Y/n, the burning look of embarrassment was easy to read on her face. A spark of comforting warmth was all I could feel. It felt as if, it was shared. "Are you okay?" I said. She'd only nod quickly before stammering; "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention again and I didn't mean to, I'm really sorry-" "I know Y/n." I interrupted, pulling her up so she could have her balance.

Letting her go, I felt the sparking warmth leave instantly. I watched pull at sleeves in shame. "Let me set up the table, it would've been my fault if all the plates and stuff crashed.." She said, reaching for them. Just as she did, I pulled them out of her reach.

"It would've been, but since it didn't happen, you don't have to. But you can get the utensils from the cabinets." I told her. "At least let me set up the cups too. You'll have things to place and I'll have two things to place." She offered. She's always so persistent.

"Can I trust you not to trip and drop them?" I asked with a smirk as I handed the cups to her. "Oh haha. I'm not that clumsy Huey." She huffed taking them from me. "I wouldn't say that if you weren't. However.." She nudged me with a glare, that only made me laugh. She'd roll her eyes and laugh herself.

I just love to hear her laugh.

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Second Person Perspective.

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Once the table was set, the family of three, and their guest indulged in dinner. A brief grace was said before you all enjoyed yourselves. Occasionally, you and Riley would nudge one another's legs underneath the table in good fun, before being chastised by Mr. Freeman. You were only saddened when there was no dessert, but you had enough sweets in your pocket to enjoy.

As always, you shared with the brothers.

After dinner, you carried your place to the sink, where Riley was aggressively scrubbing away a stain. "Here you go." You said, gently placing the bowl by the sink. With a huff, he looked to you. "You ain't stayin' the night?" He asked.

"Hm? No, I can't. I didn't bring clothes and I didn't tell the others back home. But next time I defiantly will, so we can play Smash." You press your elbows against the counter, resting your face in the palm of your hands as you spoke.

"Smash? That's gay." Riley said. "I meant for it to be gay." You said, eyeing him with a smirk. "Nah, you're weird!" He cackled, splashing water at you. You'd exaggerate a scream and splash him back, starting a small war between you both. To Riley's luck, you helped dry up the water before Robert could come in and complain. After everything was clean, made your way to the front tightening the straps to your bag on your shoulders.

"Are your parents coming to pick you up?" Robert asked you. "Nah, I live right across the street, I'll be safe Mr. Freeman." You told, only seeing slight worry paint his face. "Boys, walk her home. It's late outside, don't want anything to happen to you, sweetie." Robert would say, smiling as he gently patted your head. The boys and you didn't complain one bit. "Thank you, Mr. Freeman! Have a good night!" You said, waving to him as you walked out the house, with Riley and Huey following along.

Deliberately, you all walked slowly towards the mansion. "Today was fun." You said to the two. "Ain't gonna lie, it was ight." Riley shrugged, nonchalantly admitting his truth. "Yeah, it wasn't bad," Huey said. You nudge the brothers, managing to make them crack a smile. "Let's do it again, it was fun when it was just us." You said, pushing the gate to the mansion open, stepping in past the gate with the brothers following after you to the doors.

"It was, especially without Nathan.." Huey muttered the last bit. Seems like he only tolerates Nathan. "Yeah, it can our thing," Riley stated before a brief pause. "No homo." He added. Huey only rolled his eyes as you laughed, skipping on the steps to the doors. "Yeah, no homo. It can be our thing." You snickered, opening the doors to the mansion.

"I'll see y'all tomorrow, okay?" You said, the dreadful feeling of ending joy slipping from you as you said those words. "You too, bye Y/n." Huey's goodbye was clipped short with a wave. Riley only stared at you, before raising his right hand to flip you off. Clicking your tongue, you held up your right leg to take off your right shoe. Riley cackled as he was pulled away by his annoyed older brother. "I'm gonna beat yo' ass Reezy!" You shouted. His retort wasn't heard as pulled away, but you defiantly heard Huey demand you both to shut up.

Laughing, you went inside the mansion to be greeted with a dimly lit home. Seems like you're the only awake at this hour. Or the only one home. Tonight, you may be alone, but at least you had one thing. It was simply, "our thing". 

_Recurring Character!_

This is Robert Jebediah Freeman, the grandfather of Huey and Riley Freeman. He has taken the boys in his custody after the tragic passing of their parents in Chicago on that fateful night. To give the boys a safer lifestyle, he's moved them to a gated community called Woodcrest in Maryland. Though, his care to the boys may seem brutal or to his own benefit, he does care for them. One thing is for certain, the women love him. They don't call him Mr. Bitches for nothing.