Revolutionaries Don't Fall In Love

The After Party

Caesar had almost forgotten just how quickly shit could hit the fan at Woodcrest.

Almost.

That was the only thing he could think to himself as he felt the weight of Riley's head on his lap, his arm supporting the younger boy so he wouldn't jostle too much over Huey's erratic driving.

"And then they were kissing!" Said boy vented, his grip on the steering wheel far to tight for Caesar's liking. From the moment Huey got to the car, slamming the door like it was nobody's business, he knew that something was wrong. "Nah, like this nigga has been around for like five minutes?! That's some fucking bullshit! I knew I shouldn't have come to this godforsaken party!"

Huey sped through a bump that sent them about a foot in the air, but the driver seemed unbothered. "Huey, I understand that you're upset," Caesar gave Riley a wary look when the boy groaned. "But I kinda wanna get home alive, know what I mean?!" Riley shifted against Caesar in a way that he did not like. "Um...man I think you should-"

"And it wasn't just a fucking peck on the lips either!" He growled. "A full-blown make-out session! They were tonguing each other down! Sweet and innocent my ass!" Caesar was focusing on Riley, whose shoulders were hitching up weirdly, and whose face seemed oddly pale against the moonlight.

"Huey, I think you need to pull over,"

"What if they start dating?!" Caesar was growing tired of the incessant bitching. "Ooh I'll bet money they're gonna start dating. Jazmine being absolutely clueless as she is gonna fall right into his trap. All he wants to do is get in her pants, I can feel it." Caesar's eyes widened when Riley gave an ominous burp, his breathing hitching on his throat. "And when she gets her heart broken for the umpteenth time where's she gonna run to? Not this nigga! No sir, not this time!"

"Huey-"

"I mean, can this night get any worse?!"

"Huey!"

"What?!"

"BLEEEEUGH" The thing that Caesar had been dreading for this whole car ride had happened, right on his feet. The sour stench of booze and stomach acid assaulted his nostrils and he didn't know who exactly to be angry at, Huey, for not giving his rant a fucking rest and pulling over, or for Riley for upchucking on his fresh new kicks.

"AAAH HELL NAH!" He screamed. "This fool done barfed on my Jay's!"

Huey watched the scene through the rearview mirror, his mouth set in a thin line, clenching his jaw to tightly his teeth could break. "No he didn't." He stated coldly.

"He did!"

"He didn't." He repeated. If Caesar had been paying attention he might've seen the slight twitch on his friend's eyes and noticed how his voice was dangerously low, but he was far more preoccupied with the belch and the fresh wave of sick that decorated Dorothy's back seats.

"He did! And he still is! Pullover, what is wrong with you?!" Caesar snapped and felt the car come to a halt on a curb next to the park. He urgently opened the door, hastily leaving the car, feeling his own stomach get queasy. He propped Riley up into a sitting position just in time for another round to make a reappearance. "God, it smells like something straight out of a whiskey bottle," Caesar looked around and frowned when he noticed Huey's absence. Where the hell-

"AAAAARRRRRGH" The sudden yell made Caesar jump and even Riley, who seemed pretty out of it looked up startled before ducking his head back towards the ground. Caesar then saw Huey frantically kicking a tree so hard he was surprised he hadn't injured his foot in the process and flipping off whatever divine force he was cursing at. "FUCK YOU! WHO THE FUCK Y'ALL PLAYING WITH?!"