Huey Freeman

You'd been Huey's girlfriend for a while. That afternoon, you were at the Freemans' house, looking for him as usual. It didn't take you long to spot him: you saw him with his back to you in the kitchen, with that unmistakable Afro that no one else could pull off so firmly. He seemed to be drinking juice... or something similar. When he turned to you, he raised an eyebrow with that trademark expression of his. You approached with a calm smile, though something about his presence felt... off.

Since when does Huey only wear shirts?

He lifted his head a little higher, and then you noticed: his eyes were wide open. Something didn't fit.

"What the fuck are you do-" he was saying, but you didn't let him finish. You leaned in and planted a quick kiss on his lips, expecting his classic indifference or maybe a light chuckle like he usually gave you. But it wasn't like that.

He pushed you hard, surprising you.

"What the hell is wrong with you...?!" you asked, astonished, watching him wipe his mouth with a face of absolute disgust.

"Ugh! YUCKY, BITCH!" he yelled as he ran to the sink to spit and rinse his mouth as if you had poisoned him "WHERE HAS YOUR MOUTH BEEN, HUH?! ON MY BROTHER'S DICK!?"

You were stunned. Between astonishment and fury, you blurted out:

"HUEY, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?"

"I'M NOT HUEY, YOU DUMBASS, I'M RILEY!"

...That?...

Just at that moment, a familiar voice interrupted from the hallway:

"Why all the fuss?"

There he was. Huey. Same hair, same demeanor, same damn face. You looked from one to the other, as if your mind was trying to find some clear difference between them.

And then you understood.

" ..Oh shit...."

"YOUR BITCH KISSED ME BECAUSE SHE THOUGHT I WAS YOU!" Riley screamed in disgust